#cinnamon bacon buns

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hc that remus is actually a pretty good cook but chooses to make the most nauseating, nuclear sludge of a meal for absolutely no reason

#one of my favorite things #is making remus surprisingly good at something #only for him to never use that skill #by choice #remus: we do a moderate amount of trolling in this house #remus makes the BEST squid ink pasta do i need to say more #can you imagining being served dick shaped gourmet meatballs on a date #with cinammon buns shaped like an ass made out of pigs blood #like ok #this shit be bussing but what the fuck #remus: chicken fetus overrated blood cinnamon rolls metal as fuck #virgil trying to enjoy his bacon wrapped sage snails: #this is him trying to get laid too lmaooooo #babe i spent 4 hours in the kitchen for you what do you mean i don't get to fuck you #ts remus #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides

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Simon Snow x Twilight

#I've actually been considering rereading twilight because I think there are probably more twilight jokes in the simon snow trilogy #like when baz says simon smells like bacon and cinnamon buns... #simon snow x twilight #the simon snow trilogy #rainbow rowell #rainbow rowell tweets #twilight

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#hoo boy ok #aib #nine #blanket #telescope #salami #tea bag #bacon #chocolate chip #flaggy #farty #bone #mitten #cork #coconut #album #cinnamon bun

[northbirdblog]

Maple Bacon Sourdough Cinnamon Buns

Sweet and Salty Lovers! This recipe is for you!

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[masoncarr2244]

Bacon Cinnamon Buns

#bacon cinnamon buns #baked goods #gif #gifs

[insomniumstella]

spice & honey

bucky x baker!reader

summary: cinnamon buns and wickedly strong coffee must be the only reasons James Buchanan Barnes visits your bakery daily, despite the inconvenience of driving to a small town on the outskirts of Upstate New York. right?

warnings: first dates and crushes (absolutely classified as warnings), mead consumption, a curse word or two, soft!bucky

word count: 4,565

author's note: i've been watching Gilmore Girls a little too much lately (hence the little easter egg). on another note, autumn is my favourite season, so prepared to be sick of James attending harvest festivals and drinking apple cider 🍂🥧🎃

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September 21st marks the official arrival of Autumn. Though the weather has been rather cheerful lately, today’s air is much crisper and heavier with the promise of looming rain. The streets of Eldermont remain far too green to your dismay, but Spice & Honey—the bakery you’ve owned for the past five years—is rich in shades of marigold and copper. A wide assortment of mugs, mostly in various shapes of pumpkins, and spiced teas, line the shelves, while the fresh jars of apple butter are neatly stacked alongside the register. Besides the usual treats, the glass display teems with seasonal favourite pumpkin tarts and apple cider donuts. 

The everlasting chatter of customers and soft sounds of a vintage record you scored at a neighbour’s garage sale just last month saturate the space as you place the second batch of cinnamon rolls on the counter. The clock reads 10:57 AM, and though you’ve been attempting to conceal your excitement, Vivienne could sense it the second you stepped through the door, teasing you about the very special visitor who’s always in need of sugary buns and black coffee at exactly five past eleven. 

James Buchanan Barnes is a regular customer, you often argue. The nervous babble, flustered movements, and beaming smiles convey otherwise. And so yes, you might have a little bit of a schoolgirl crush on the freakishly tall, muscular brunette who brings in the latest editions of The Culinary Canvas magazine each Monday and notices the smallest of changes in your recipes. Just maybe, you reluctantly ponder when your thoughts inadvertently wander to that charming grin and baby blue eyes every time you knead the dough for his adored treat — a dessert once reserved for Autumn suddenly available year around. 

“Staring at the entrance won’t make time pass quicker,” Vivienne whispers, arranging butterscotch cupcakes by the pumpkin tarts. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper back, covering the pans with aluminum foil. 

Perhaps hiding the pastries, a favourite amongst Spice & Honey shoppers, is not the best business decision, but Eldermont is merely a small town in Upstate New York. If it wasn’t located a thirty minute drive south of the Avengers compound, most people wouldn’t be aware of its presence in the first place. And besides, everybody in Eldermont is connected to everybody — the town holds no secrets, including the pastries you keep warm and frost fresh. 

“The tall, dark, and handsome man,” she points out, “still has a few minutes. Perchance the preparations of Eldermont’s Annual Harvest Festival made it trickier to find parking.” Vivienne turns to you with a mirthful grin, the cupcakes resting perfectly positioned in the glass case. “You should invite him. Heard Brad brewed an incredible batch of apple cider mead this year.”

You sigh, snatching the golden tray out of her grasp. “I’m not asking Bucky out.” 

“Ah! Bucky!” The woman’s grin widens. “Forgot his name for a second.” Shades of mischief dance in her tone as she marks Elijah’s, the eccentric owner of Marigold Meadows flower shop across the street, special order of fifty maple bacon BLTs as completed. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Only that you mention Bucky at least seven times a day.” 

“Seven’s oddly specific,” you note and swiftly, “also I do not,” disagree.

“Bucky smelled great today,” Vivienne mocks your voice, the grin you’ve come to love—and hate—remaining on her features. “Should I add apple to the cinnamon rolls? I wonder if Bucky would enjoy apple cinnamon rolls with brown butter and maple icing unless he’s a creature of habit. Maybe I should suggest a sprinkle of nutmeg in his coffee to test the waters first—“

“Vivienne,” you groan, yet she persists.

“What’s the worst that could happen? Bucky could say no. Bucky could also choose The Sugared Whisk. Bucky wouldn’t. I adore their croissants, but the coffee is terribly weak, and even their tea selection is mediocre. Indigo should include spiced teas. And sure, Luke's doesn't offer spiced teas, but Luke’s sells great coffee and danishes, except the danishes are only available on Wednesdays.” She recites a recent monologue of yours, and if you weren’t mortified, you’d actually be quite surprised at Vivienne’s ability to remember conversations as if they happened minutes ago. 

The doorbell chimes before she has the chance to finish, and you’re highly unsure of whether it’s a saved by the bell kind of situation or if you’d rather the floor magically swallow you whole. 

“Good morning.” James smiles, and it’s then that you decide you’d rather the floor split open because you’re awfully flustered by his entrance despite secretly anticipating the moment since the sun arose. 

“Hiya, Bucky,” she returns the favour, secretly nudging your side. “Have you ever been to the annual Eldermont’s Harvest Festival?” 

“Cannot say I have,” he chuckles, breaking eye contact between the two for just a second to glance at her. 

Though you’d never admit it aloud, those eyes, baby blue on sunny days and resembling the ocean on the ones of rain, cross your mind more than a pair of eyes should. This infatuation borders on obsessive, you often contemplate. James Buchanan Barnes is an Avenger for heaven’s sake, and you’re almost sure a man of his maturity and composure wouldn’t agree to a date with a baker, a clutz one at that. It’s not that you’d want to, nevertheless. The two of you have a great thing together — you serve coffee, he survives on coffee, and if time allows, the lighthearted conversations you have bring colours to otherwise monotone days. 

“The decorations, the food, the people are phenomenal.” You might have to assign the redhead to kneading duty if she’s heading to that territory. “This beauty right here could take you on a real good tour. Eldermont is gorgeous this time of year.” Enjoy kneading bread, Vivi. 

“Is it?” James grins, his stare flicking between you and Vivienne.

“Drop dead,” she reiterates, “much like the women.” 

“Vivienne,” you suddenly cut in, “the coffee station is out of paper cups. Could you bring some from the back?” 

She gives you another grin, less mischievous and more understanding, nodding at Bucky before she disappears into the kitchen. The heavy wooden doors create a boisterous sound once they close, and you couldn’t be happier for a distraction because you cannot look at the brunette just yet. The bakery is sweltering, and your hands are sweaty, and, if it wasn’t evident you’ve been nurturing a crush on James, Vivienne practically plastered a HEAD BAKER IN LOVE WITH SERGEANT BARNES sign out front. 

“The station’s out of cups?”

“Yes!” You glimpse behind the shoulder, deciding to keep the lie alive. “Spice & Honey gets busy during the afternoons, and we run out quickly.” The words leave your mouth rushed and a bit muttered, but the effort is there. “Black coffee and a cinnamon bun?”

“It’s a habit,” his smile is as charming as always. James hesitates for a beat, observing you locate the plastic to-go containers. “The festival Vivienne touched on, have you ever been?”

The atmosphere stills for an awkward second as you gawk at him. “Oh, sure,” you answer at last, praying her babbling wasn’t too obvious because you couldn’t fathom Bucky choosing The Sugared Whisk. “Every year since I was four. The festival’s great. Brad brews the best mead, and Johnny, the mayor, is comically strict about the decorations, so it’s all pumpkins, and string lights, and festive garlands,” you mumble, scrambling for the pan and cream cheese frosting. “I’ve even heard whispers of fireworks this year. It’s next Saturday if you want to drop by. Cassie bakes the best apple pies.” 

“Better than yours?”

“I don’t serve apple pies,” averting your eyes to study the grinder seems like the best decision to avoid his piercing gaze. 

“I’m sure they’d be the best if you did.” Bucky beams, leaning against the counter as he observes you make coffee. 

“Thank you,” the expression of gratitude melts into somewhat of a question despite your best attempts at keeping your voice level, “but the pies I bake often turn out horribly wrong. The apples were overcooked, and the dough raw last time I tried.” 

“How undercooked?” 

“The trash can enjoyed most of it.”

James laughs at that, the sound of it hearty and endearing. “I’m sure it found the pie delicious.” If he’s flirting with you, you can’t tell, and you don’t exactly want to, for expectations are the fool’s hope. “If you’re not terribly busy during the festival,” he speaks after a protracted moment of doubt, “I’d love to take you up on that tour Vivienne mentioned.”

“Tour?” The man in front of you must almost all but hear your heart pounding rapidly inside your chest.

“The tour of mead, pies, and decorations.” 

“Oh?” You tinker with a couple napkins, peering at him. “I’m not sure I could give you a real good tour, I’m barely a guide, believe me. I got lost in that new Target on Cedar Lane, and I cannot understand maps, and—“

“I’m asking you out on a date.” Bucky chuckles at your flustered visage, baby blues never once breaking the eye contact. 

“Shit,” the curse word leaves your mouth before you can stop it, and you silently reprimand yourself for the rash impulse of colourful words. “Alright.” 

The sergeant titters at your sudden reaction, a shy smile dancing on his lips. “We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable. I just thought we might have something between us, chemistry of sorts, and that it might’ve been fun,” he briefly pauses, eyes wild and roaming around your face. “It’s just that Vivienne mentioned Eldermont being gorgeous in the fall, and it got me thinking that I’ve never truly experienced it, because the only thing I visit in this town is your bakery, not that it’s the only place worth visiting—“

“Bucky—“

“There are many stores I should probably check out, and Samuel’s birthday is in a couple of days, which is convenient. I wouldn’t describe Sam and I as the best of pals, but Steve likes him, so I should probably get him a gift.” 

“Who’s Samuel?” You ask puzzled, but the flustered soldier standing before you continues to ramble.

“Something small to indicate I remembered but not necessarily care. Something that screams I’m not a total jerk, but you are for reminding the whole compound that your birthday’s on the twenty third. A wooden statue of a bird. Sam likes birds, particularly Redwing, though Redwing’s not technically a bird. A wooden bird statue would certainly insult him, so it’s settled — the plan is to visit Artists & Wood on Land.” 

“The shop’s name is Woodland Artistry,” you correct with a gentle smile. 

“Right!” James clicks his tongue, studying your softly amused features. “We should probably forget this conversation happened. It was a stupid idea too—“

“Yes,” you interject. “I mean no.” Surely, this scenario is a strange dream that wicked mind of yours created to punish you for the sins you assumably committed in every single one of your previous lives. It’s the only possible explanation for the sergeant’s flustered behaviour. “I would absolutely love to go on a date,” you say and pinch the flesh of your thigh for reassurance, but the scene remains as it was, “with you.”

Gently placing a twenty on the counter, James gleams at you. “I’ve never actually given you my number, have I?” 

"No," you shake your head to indicate disagreement, pinching the flesh of your thighs once more. “Only the pleasure of our little chats,” the response makes you wince. The pleasure of our little chats? Something’s definitely wrong with me.

Chuckling, James grasps one of the pens you keep by the cash register and scribbles down a series of numbers on his receipt. "If I don't reply, Steve must be holding me hostage.”

"Duly noted," you grin, folding the piece of paper to tuck it into the back pocket of your denim shorts.

He stands there for a second as if absorbing the situation. “Good. It’s a date, then.” he smiles in the end, taking the coffee and the plastic box, and peeks at you behind his shoulder. “And keep the change, please. These treats of yours are more than worth it.”

A timid smile spreads across your lips at the compliment before you sink your teeth into the soft of your bottom lip, observing the soldier scramble out of the bakery, the phone in his flannel jacket ringing for attention.

“Next time,” the redhead appears beside you once James disappears out of sight with a final wave goodbye, “you should give the man coffee and buns on the house," Vivienne nudges you, "both of them." 

A surge of warmth rushes to your cheeks at her innuendo. “It’s great you suddenly possessed the ability to teleport and all, but the dough back there won’t knead itself.” 

“No,” she gasps, and you only laugh at her realisation, turning to help the next customer. 

It’s a date.

The evening of Eldermont’s harvest festival is pleasant, neither too blazing nor cold, but despite the temperature and the appropriate sundress you’ve chosen for it, you’re on the verge of fainting. I cannot faint on our first date, you think and decide it’s the man next to you’s fault, really. The smell of his cologne is too addicting, the hints of pine and cinnamon in his aftershave too intoxicating. James is a gentleman, which you expected and appreciate, but it’s overwhelming, the way he holds your hand to lead you through crowds and attentively listens to your overdrawn stories about the origins of pumpkin carving. Heavens help me.

“Have you checked out the corn maze yet?” Brad asks cheerfully. He’s surrounded by large beverage urns and stacks of disposable drinkware. “Mary mentioned Elijah’s still in there,” he chuckles, pouring two paper cups full of steaming apple cider mead. “The fool must’ve gotten lost or something.” 

“Must’ve,” you glance at him, the corner of your mouth quirking up into a half smile. “Happens every year.”

“The two of you should go,” Brad speaks once again before smiling at Bucky. “It’s a great first date activity.”

James chuckles, and you wonder if he regrets asking you on a date. The small town you call home is ludicrously close, and if Vivienne didn’t spill the beans to Mary as she promised, Mary must’ve spread the ‘rumours’ around herself. The town’s beloved bookshop owner is an incredible woman, but she loves to gossip, and you should’ve expected the second person after Vivienne to consistently insert themselves into your dating life to jump to conclusions. Though the situation isn’t precisely comfortable for you, it must be worse for James. Whilst he has never outright mentioned, the soldier has important reasons to stay under the radar. Bucky has witnessed a lot, horrors you’ve even heard about on the TV, and currently, every resident of Eldermont is aware that James Buchanan Barnes is on a date. With a local baker, nonetheless. Participating in acorn tossing and harvest bingo and conversing with Brad Monty about all kinds of sneaky activities couples get up to in the corn maze. You're certain that James is bound to vanish without a trace due to the town's antics if your diffident and often rather awkward behavior hasn't already scared him away. The anxious parts of your brain have even compiled a mental list of today's disasters: 

Johnny wiped his sweaty hands on Bucky’s jacket, realising the blunder only to mumble “I love this jacket, Sergeant Barnes”, and pretending he wanted to initiate a hug before he disappeared.

Cassie offered you a sample of pecan pie, which you eagerly tasted due to Bucky’s “If I had to choose the second best pie after apple, it would be pecan” comment, and completely choked on. 

Vivienne located you in the farmer’s market to say “hello”, and persuaded James to purchase a pair of beaded bracelets, the two of you had ridiculed moments earlier, for “every first date needs a souvenir to remember it by”. 

James guided you to Mary’s bookstore because you conferred a series of rare hardbacks Mary hides in the back for special customers, and the older woman steered you towards a selection of intimacy guides. 

Indigo, The Sugared Whisk owner, pleaded with James for Captain America’s number in the middle of a busy intersection and discussed his “timeless looks” for the next couple of minutes until a car almost struck the three of you. 

Elijah phoned you in distress, panicking about “having to live out his best years in a smelly corn maze”, which disturbed the sergeant and resulted in an “Elijah will find the exit eventually” monologue on your side. 

You accepted to take a photo of a tourist couple, accidentally dropping the wife’s phone and shattering the screen because James stood so close, your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. 

“Thanks, Brad,” you fumble with your wallet, hastily placing a ten on the stand. “See you around.”

“Doll,” Bucky doesn’t move once you attempt to remove him from the nightmare that is the situation the two of you found yourselves in. It gives you a second to evaluate his expression, and much to your surprise, his features are as soft as ever. James is blushing, too. “I wanted to pay for that.”

“You paid for the apple pie,” the words slip past your lips mumbled because the only thing you can truly concentrate on is the fact James is blushing. Blushing as a result of Brad’s stories about couples so in love they simply cannot be bothered to locate the labyrinth’s exit before proving their emotions to the world. Couples that could be the two of you. Possibly. A sane person shouldn’t rush to assumptions unless they earned the sweetest nickname from a dream of a man. You’ve never paid much thought to whether you would enjoy being called a ‘doll’—you do, but you would probably adore every label he’d choose. The notion steers your head toward unexpected and dirty waters, and you couldn’t be happier for Brad’s decision to chime in.

“Cassie outdid herself this year,” he nods. “I’m most definitely going to dream about that blackberry pie tonight.” 

“Yes,” James agrees never once breaking the eye contact with you. “The pies were delicious, and it was my pleasure to pay. It was me who demanded a tour.”

“You may pay for the maze then,” you smile at him, “but leave the ten — I’m not that great of a tour guide, and I’m afraid of the dark.”

“Dates should be fun,” James suddenly speaks. “We could’ve skipped the labyrinth.”

The corn maze is high and intimidating, but Bucky’s presence and the soft glow of an orange sunset manage to silence your fears a bit. The passages are almost entirely empty except for the two of you, and each corner you take makes your heart jump at the possibility of encountering spooky surprises. 

“This is fun,” you reassure, taking a sip of mead. James shoots you a look you cannot truly decipher, but you decide the meaning is somewhere between worried and teasing. “It is,” you hesitate for a beat. “I just keep remembering the haunted corn maze in Greenwood. They have scare actors there, who jump out of the bushes when you least expect it and completely startle you. Vivienne took me there last year, and I cannot shake the memories.” 

The expression on his face melts into sympathy. “If it’s any consolation, I would protect you against all the zombies and monsters this maze might throw at us,” he speaks before, “not that it has any,” adding. 

“If theme’s anything to go by, I think we’re OK,” you chuckle at his offer, referring to the cutesy signs and charmingly painted pumpkins scattered throughout the labyrinth, “unless Johnny decided to include a couple gory scenes at the end, though it’d end worse for him than it would for me.”

“Johnny The Mayor?” 

“Johnny The Mayor,” you take yet another sip, nodding. The beverage is barely warm twenty minutes into the attraction, providing only the comfort of a soft alcohol tipsiness. 

“He’s a charming little fella,” Bucky notes, and you don’t have it in yourself to deny the statement. “I’ve never experienced someone initiating a hug by wiping their hands on my jacket.” 

“Sorry,” you offer sheepishly because what could you say after an occurrence so bizarre. Everyone in this town is strange? James must’ve caught on to the fact by this time. 

“It’s alright, and besides, I now have a humorous story to recount at parties, which is a first,” he gleams at you. “It may come as a surprise, but I’m not usually the life of it.”

“Can I ask you a question?” You shift to gaze at him before emptying the cup of mead to steady your nerves. 

“I don’t promise to answer,” James grins, fiddling with the beaded bracelet, “but yes.” 

“Who’s Samuel?” 

“That’s your question?” He laughs as his flesh arm slithers to rest upon your waist. At least you think it’s his flesh arm. The man wears gloves whether the sun shines or the rain pours. You’ve seen pictures, though, and read stories of The Winter Soldier in possession of a metal arm. Neither raise concern, not for the reason you’re smitten with Bucky. Rather, because James was manipulated and stripped of free will, and if heaven would descend, perhaps because that metal arm is sinfully attractive. It’s a thought forbidden to be mentioned aloud, for the gloves are a large indicator he’d enjoy staying silent about the matter. “Who’s Samuel?” 

“Yes,” you sputter. The butterflies his simple action caused you don’t mention. “I want to hear about this Samuel. I’ve been informed he likes birds, especially Redwing, who’s not technically a bird?”

“The Samuel I was babbling about is Sam Wilson. The Falcon, if you’re a fan of CNN,” James teases, steering you into the left pathway of the maze. Despite your instinct to choose right, you stay silent. “Redwing’s a drone of sorts Sam uses on missions, and, this is a direct quote, for surveillance. I despise the thing.”

“If we get lost, forget the second date,” you playfully threaten. Though the coziness of his body pressed to yours is intoxicating, it does nothing to ease the goosebumps painted on your skin, and as the sky bleeds in shades of crimson and purple, the sun melts into the horizon, teasing you for forgetting a sweater. “I would’ve categorised holding a grudge against an object as below you.” 

“If the shoe fits,” he chortles, leading you down a long passage before abruptly stopping. Hesitating for a beat, he drapes the flannel jacket you’ve come to love on the man around your body. The garment is red and weighty, and it smells of James. The gesture makes your heart swell with admiration, but you ignore it. Dates should be approached with a blank slate because expectations are easily shattered. “I shouldn’t deliver Steve that woman’s phone number, should I?” Bucky’s arm finds your waist again. 

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, “on the bright side, Indigo is quite a pleasant woman,” you verbalise the thought. James observes your expression, baby blues studying the same features he cannot resist thinking about at nightfall. Blood rushes to his cheeks at the notice of your fingers on his lower back, the heat of your skin piercing through his charcoal henley. “She’d certainly treat Captain America right. On the downside,” you pause, “Indigo is the exact opposite of Steve as the media portrays him. Come to think about it, both of us are.”

“How so?”

“The media portrays supersoldiers as courageous, but Indigo and I once had to call Luke to get rid of a teeny spider. Steve’s active in politics, whilst we often skip the town’s meetings—“

“Eldermont holds town meetings?” James chuckles, subconsciously drawing you in closer.

“Once a month, always on the first Tuesday,” you gleam at him before drawing in a deep breath to calm your violently beating heart. “Last time, we discussed the very pressing issue of Halloween decorations. Johnny insists every business on the main street must participate in the festivities. Indigo and I escaped out the back before the mayor could finish his speech. At the least, Steve would’ve stayed in that meeting, and at the most, he would’ve managed it.”  

“People do say opposites attract.” 

“Heard that before,” you agree. The loose strand of Bucky’s auburn hair tempts you to tuck it behind his ear, but you halt the impulse of committing such a ludicrous decision. “It must be true because you drink coffee black, and I prefer lattes. You have cinnamon buns for breakfast, and I, if time would be gracious enough for breakfast, would choose danishes.” 

“The jury’s decided, then.” The corners of his mouth quirk up into a lazy and wickedly attractive smile, and, you almost wonder if Bucky’s aware of the effect he has on your body because if he isn't, your buckling knees must’ve given it away. “Opposites do attract.” His wildly confident attitude is a new discovery, but you decide you like it. “It would be a shame to ignore matters of the universe.” Confidence is a good shade on him. 

“Is this your way of asking me on a second date?” You tease the man, memorising the pink hues veiling his cheekbones. 

James guides you around the corner, observing the corn maze’s exit, and halts his movements. “Only if the lady agrees,” he shifts to stand before you, catching your forearms in his gloved hands, “which I’m sincerely hoping she does.” 

Resting your arms on his shoulders, you gift yourself a quick moment to explore his features — the stubble gently lining his sharp jaw, the little scar above his eyebrow, and the red lips you, despite hiding it, wanted to kiss since he first visited Spice & Honey. “The lady would love to go on a second date.” 

“Good,” an emotion you cannot comprehend waltzes in his eyes, but, for the sake of your composure, you abstain from thinking it could possibly be lust. “The gentleman is looking forward to it.” There's an argument happening inside him, you can sense it by the way he keeps drawing you closer until the space between your bodies is virtually erased, but retains his posture straight and almost rigid. The weight of should he or should he not lingers in the air around you before James catches your stare and smiles timidly, shattering the flicker of hope you have for him to kiss you. You don’t exactly yearn for him to kiss you. In theory, kiss-less first dates are a great idea, paving the way for deeper conversations and a closer bond. They build anticipation. Anticipation is good, you ponder for a second, but all you can truly focus on is whether James would taste like apple cider mead or the sugary desserts you two savoured earlier. “The night is still young," he speaks, the tone of his voice light and reticent. "It would be a shame to end the date this early." 

“Luke’s open if you want to grab a quick dinner,” you say with a grin, stepping away from him. “Though we should probably exit the maze first.” 

“Yes,” Bucky laughs and extends his arm towards the light at the end of the passage. “Lead the way, pretty lady.” 

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[luvsfics]

Just thinking about walking up at the burrow in boyfriend!ron’s arms, his holding you tightly by your waist as he snores softly into your ear.

The smell of sausage and bacon and every breakfast item you can think of filling your nose along with the cinnamon aroma the house already had. It pulls you from Ron’s arms and down the stairs, thankfully he’s a heavy sleeper.

You tugged down the large sweater you wore of Ron’s, it was embroidered with a yellow ‘R’ in the center, and it was one of the coziest things you’ve ever worn. Seeing as your boyfriend was massive, it covered your entire body and reached down to your mid thigh.

You tip-toe down the squeaky steps and into the kitchen where Molly is cooking up breakfast. There were already pancakes, biscuits, bread, toast, bacon, sausage, pastries, eggs, and so much more on the big table.

She stirred up a silky white liquid in a bowl, “oh, good morning darling!” She turned to you as you took the last step down the stairs. “Good morning, Mrs. Weasley!” You gave her a kind smile.

“Sleep well?” She asked, as she continued to stir the mixture. “Well, sleeping next to Ron can be a bit rough.” You joked, which earned you a laugh.

“Need any help?” You asked, moving next to her by the counter to see some discarded Berries in a bowl and a floured counter top.

“If you could just continue to stir this while I get these buns out that would be delightful.” She said as she set the bowl down in front of you. You nodded, taking the whisk and began stirred the icing to the buns in the oven.

Molly took out the buns and set them on the stove to cool, the cinnamon and sugar filled your nose and brought a smile to your face.

“Let me go grab some oranges from the garden, dear.” She said before waltzing out the door. A few moments later, big hands wrap around your waist and pull you into their front.

A kiss was pressed to your neck before they sat their head on your shoulder. “You left me..” Ron grumbled into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You giggled, “your mother’s cooking just smelt too good.”

He sighed, “don’t blame ‘ya. Best cook on earth, I tell ‘ya.” He smiled against your shoulder. Your clothed back was pressed against his bare chest and his ginger hair was messy and tickled your neck.

He dipped a finger into the icing and stuck it into his mouth, “Ronald!” You scolded, pushing him off with your shoulders. He laughed and he backed off of you.

He leaned himself up against the counter next to you and his gaze bore into the side of your face. You turned to him and saw his eyes practically burning holes into your face, anxiety filling your stomach.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You questioned as you rubbed your cheek to try to find anything.

“No, you’re just the most beautiful girl in the world. Do you know that?” He said with a growing grin.

You rolled your eyes and your lips broke into a shy smile, “Oh shut up.” Your eyes moved back to the glossy icing-filled bowl.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, a hand slapped your ass, making you jump, “you’ve got an amazing arse too, love.” He grinned.

“Ronald!”

#harry potter #hp #hp fanfic #hp fandom #imagine #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley imagine

[buckybarnesb-tch]

I have put together a list of all of the Smells that I think each designation would possess, mostly good, natural smells but some bad as well that come from negative feelings like Fear and Anxiety

Alphas Good Smells:

Pine Trees

Fireplace

Aftershave

Whiskey

Leather

Old Spice

Burning Wood

Brown Sugar

Apple Pie

Peppermint

Coconut

Toffee

New Car Smell

BBQ

Tequila

Matches

Fresh Money

Dark Chocolate

Bacon

Freshly Brewed Coffee

Maple Syrup

Sandalwood

Gasoline

Patchouli

Seawater

Ginger

Hay

Mahogany

Gunpowder

Pears

Cedar Wood

Amber

Pesto

Sautéed Onions

Funnel Cake

Cigarettes

Blackberry

Fresh Cut Grass

Ink

Snap Fire Crackers

Bad Alpha Smells:

Wet Dog

Rancid Meat

Blue Cheese

Blood

Sweaty Feet

Tar

Betas Good Smells:

Lilies

Bamboo

Champagne

Apricots

Pumpkin

Shortbread

Almonds

Tulips

Pina Colada

Mochi

Raspberry

Macaroons

Sharpies

Baby Powder

Butterscotch

Mangos

Sautéed Garlic

Key Lime Pie

Dove Soap

Peanut Butter

Coal

Black Tea

Wet Forest

Marigolds

Fresh Basil

Lilacs

Vanilla

Soda Flavored Lip Smackers

Bad Beta Smells:

Rotting Fish

Oil

Burnt Popcorn

Tuna

Dog Food

Vinegar

Omega Good Smells:

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

Chamomile Tea

Jasmine

Spearmint

Roses

Old Books

Crème Brûlée

Honeysuckle

Eucalyptus

Marijuana

Citrus

Caramel

Cherry Blossom

Cinnamon Bun

Lavender

Whipped Cream

Apples

Dryer Sheets

Fresh Bread

Aloe Vera

Sea Breeze

Peaches

Magnolia Trees

Thunderstorms

Honeycomb

Cherries

S’mores

Cookies Fresh from the Oven

Blanket Fresh out of the Dryer

Sky After it Rains

Smell of Baskin Robins

Bad Omega Smells:

Burnt Rubber

Rotten Eggs

Bleach

Nail Polish Remover

#alpha omega #alpha #omega #omegaverse #omegaverse dynamics #omegaverse fluff #omegaverse headcanons #Omegaverse imagine #Omegaverse scents #omegaverse au #alphaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o universe

[loserboy-futterman]

-Peetas sick-

Peeta Mellark x Gn!Reader

No warnings!! Only fluff and rusty writing!!

You woke up to the cold winter morning biting at your skin, making you pull the thick duvet over yourself more. You grumbled at the morning light and turned in bed to find Peeta still asleep next to you. Peeta was usually an early riser, especially after the Games. But today he was sleeping in more than you were.

You sat up and stretched your stiff muscles, trying to decide if you should wake peeta up or not. You decide to let him rest but kiss his forehead before you go. The second your lips touched his skin, it felt like you got burned. You pulled back, frowning down at Peeta as you place your hand on his face, checking his temperature. The boy was burning up and sweating, causing you to worry your lip.

Peeta shuffled around and started to stir before he opened his eyes and looked up at you. He smiled softly at you and kept the blankets pulled up close around him.

"Good morning darling." Peeta finished with a few dry coughs and you knew he was officially sick.

You brushed the sweaty blonde bangs off his forehead and smiled down at him. "Morning love... How are you feeling?"

Peeta closed his eyes and seemed to think about his answer for a moment. "I-im okay. Just a little hot is all." He sat up and you could see in his glassy brown eyes, he immediately regretted it.

"Peeta, you're sick." You state, gently pushing his shoulder so he'll lay back down. "Just stay in bed and I'll go make breakfast." You kiss his forehead and hope he actually rests but with the way he fidgets and looks to you, it seems he won't.

"Can I come with?" Peeta asks innocently, giving you his signature puppy dog eyes, making it impossible to say no.

"Of course my love." You kissed his cheek before getting up and padding your way to the kitchen. Peeta followed close behind, wrapped in a granny square blanket and looking worse for wear. You started by making some hot tea while peeta sat down at the kitchen table, laying his head down as his hazy eyes followed you around the kitchen.

Once the kettle sang, you poured peeta his tea and set it beside him. He gave you a sleepy smile before sipping the hot drink, humming as it soothed his throat. "Thank you." He grabbed your wrist gently to pepper the inside with kisses.

You kissed the top of his head and went back to start making breakfast. Usually, you and Peeta would make meals together, him always making the bread or pastries while you did the meal. Peeta watched you move around the kitchen with a small pout of him face. Soon he stood and hobbled over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and burying his head in your neck.

"I can make cinnamon buns." He rasped out, looking over your shoulder at the sizzling bacon. You smile at him and shake your head.

"You need rest Peeta. Just relax." You can feel his fevers still pretty bad and you make a mental note to see Prim after breakfast for medicine.

Peeta sighs heavily but doesn't fight you, only keeping close as you make breakfast. Once your done, peeta pokes at for a while before pushing it aside. Frowning softly and looking paler than usual. He gives you a half grin in a silent apology for not eating.

"Don't worry about it, let's just get you laying down." You mumble, helping him lay down and bundle up under the blankets. Once you get him settled you, you start getting ready to head to Katniss' house but peeta stops you.

"You're leaving?" He asks softly, concerned and confused. A small pout on his pink lips.

"I'll be back, I promise. I just need to run across the street."

Peeta grabs your wrist and frowns up at you. "Stay? Just for a bit?"

You think for a moment and decide to give in to your sick boyfriend. How could you not? You kick off your shoes and slip behind peeta on the couch, nuzzling into the back on his neck.

"Mm, you're warm." Peeta hummed softly. It amazed you he was cold considering his fever. You wrapped your arms around peeta and pulled him close to your chest so he could be warmer. "Thank you for taking care of me... I.. Ive never really had anyone..." Peeta trailed off his thoughts and his eyes closed softly. It was clear he was exhausted. You kissed his neck as he drifted off to sleep in your arms.

#peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x gn reader #the hunger games

[wlhelp]

Fear Fo0ds!

I'm bored and have nothing else to do :/

Peanut Butter

Sweet Tea (I know its weird but my mom makes sweet ice A LOT and its a weakness)

Protein Powder (it tastes like shit and makes me wanna throw up every time I drink it)

White Bread

Regular Coke

Chocolate

Caramel

Ribs (not necessarily a fear food I just don't like them)

Jelly Beans

High Cal Yogurt

Nuts (I love them but they are so high in cals)

Ranch

Chocolate/Caramel syrup

Mushrooms (I just don't like them)

Gravy (I just don't like it)

Chips (I love them but their so high cal)

Chip Dip

Jelly/Jam

Bread Rolls (I love them but they have so many cals)

Biscuits (They are so yummy :( )

ICE CREAM (I love ice cream but I binge on it every time my mom gets some)

Brownies (I will eat every brownie is sight)

Cupcakes

Cake

Pie

Trail Mix

Buttery Popcorn

Buns

Oil

Butter

Sour Cream (I love sour cream, like it's not even funny but it's just too many cals)

Poptarts

Bacon

Cereal

French Fries

Any Milk that's not Almond Milk

Donuts (especially custard donuts)

Most Juices

Avocado

Cream Cheese

Spaghetti (And really any pasta, and I also just don't like spaghetti I thing it tastes gross)

Cookies

Pizza (I absolutely love pizza but it's so high in cals)

Garlic Bread (Garlic bread is so yummy)

Pancakes/Waffles

Cinnamon Rolls

Taffy

High Cal Coffee

Fried Things (I'll only sometimes eat fried things)

Cheesy Bread Sticks

Bread Sticks

Jello

Most Beans

Hash Browns

Marshmallows

This all I can think of right now v('-')v

#@nor3xia #@na tips #@na motivation #ana meal #@tw edd #@nor3×14 #an@ #an@rexi@ #@na #@n0r3xia #ed meals #meanspø #m3alspo #mealspo #low cal restriction #4nor3xia #4n4rexia #4norexi4 #4n0r3xia #3d not sheeran #34t1ng d1s0rd3r #3ating d1sorder #low cal diet #low calorie meals

[kineats]

could i request some simple light breakfasts for a raccoonkin..? i have trouble eating and breakfast is something i struggle with the most so I'm hoping to umm maybe remedy that .. perhaps easy on the meat suggestions if it's not too difficult

I have 3 raccoon asks, so I'm gonna do them all together to make sure no one gets duplicates!!

You got it, friend! I'll try to do mostly non-meat things~ I hope eggs are okay? I know raccoons LOOOOOVE eggs, but idk if that's okay for you?

I know raccoons dip things in water, but it's actually a way of getting more information about the food! Raccoons have a much more sensitive sense of touch than anything else, so they use their hands more than their eyes and noses. So here's a bunch of finger foods!!

Mini Blueberry Hand Pies

Heart Strawberry Hand Pies

Fruit and Cream Cheese Pastries

Sweet Potato Banana Muffins

Easy Cinnamon French Toast Sticks

Egg and Hash Brown Bites

Pumpkin Breakfast Bites (no bake~)

Baked Oatmeal Cups

Muffin Tin Frittatas

Pumpkin Butterscotch Muffins

Honey-Pecan Mini Muffins

Easy Egg Mini Muffins

Granola Crust Fruit Tart

Breakfast Cookies

Sticky Buns

Easy Honey Biscuits (Great with This Sauce for dunking!!)

Maple Bacon Scones (Bacon Optional)

Apple Fritters

Easy Devilled Eggs

I hope this helps~!!!

#raccoonkin #raccoon kin #otherkin food #otherkin #recipes #otherhearted #otherkin recipes #recipe #kin recipes #therian #kin stuff #breakfast #breakfast recipes #light meals #light meat #fruit recipes #egg recipes #egg recipe

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

For Tungst, Drip and Gloss 😌😌

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast? 🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it? 🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat? 🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food? ☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink? 🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable? 🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

Holy moly Chrystal! That's a lot of asks for my boys 😱 *cracks knuckles* Let's get started!

🥞 - What is their comfort breakfast?

Tungst: Cinnamon buns, but only the ones that Drip makes.

Drip: A full complete breakfast that includes eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast.

Gloss: The breakfast burritos Drip once made them, but with some hot sauce.

🎂 When is their birthday? Do they like celebrating it?

Tungst: They all have the same birthday (28 BBY). Tungst always loves a good party, whether he has a reason to celebrate or not!

Drip: They all have the same birthday (28 BBY). Drip doesn't mind celebrating their birthday, but he prefers when they do it quietly.

Gloss: They all have the same birthday (28 BBY). If someone didn't mention it was their birthday, he wouldn't even know.

🍩 - Favorite sweet treat?

Tungst: Brownies. He can eat an entire tray of them by himself and won't even get sick.

Drip: Drip doesn't enjoy sweet foods, but if he had to pick one for the occasional treat, he would pick crème brûlée. (he's got fancy taste, like me).

Gloss: Cookies, because they're not messy, and they keep his hands clean. They also come in a huge variety and array of colors, which satisfies his artistic side.

🍟 - Do they order food often? Or do they prefer to cook their own food?

Tungst: Tungst can't cook to save his life, so as long as Drip is making dinner, they're eating in, and he prefers that. The only time the squad ever eats out is for special occasions or if Drip is sick.

Drip: Drip cooks all of the squad's food. He believes a home-cooked meal is healthier and tastier than anything they could buy at a restaurant. He likes cooking, so he doesn't mind.

Gloss: Gloss doesn't have a preference. He eats whatever is put in front of him. However, if nothing is put in front of him, he has a tendency to forgo eating instead of ordering out.

☕️ - Do they prefer hot or cold drinks? What is their favorite drink?

Tungst: Tungst prefers cold drinks. He's not big on flavored drinks, so he mostly only drinks cold water. He does drink caf in the morning, though.

Drip: Drip can go either or. He's a tea drinker and will drink it hot or iced. His favorite hot tea is an earl grey blend with coconut. His favorite iced tea is green.

Gloss: Gloss loves warm drinks because of how soothing they are. His favorite drink is a white chocolate mocha latte with whipped cream on top.

🍓 - Do they eat their fruit and veg? What is their favorite fruit and vegetable?

Tungst: Yes, the entire squad eats their fruit and veg thanks to Drip. His favorite vegetable is potatoes, in any preparation, and his favorite fruit is apples, but they have to be sliced.

Drip: Drip believes in a balanced diet, so he makes sure the squad gets their portion of fruit and veg, even if he has to cram it down their throats. His favorite vegetable is corn, and his favorite fruit is peaches.

Gloss: Yes, the entire squad eats their fruit and veg thanks to Drip. His favorite vegetable is specifically rainbow carrots. They lose their charm if it's just the orange ones, and his favorite fruit is strawberries.

🍰 - Favorite cake flavor? Are they specific about types of cakes?

Tungst: Tungst's favorite cake flavors is red velvet, but it has to be with the cream cheese frosting. It can't have any other type of frosting or he won't eat it. It also needs to be moist, not dry.

Drip: As stated previously, Drip isn't a huge fan of sugar, so he is very particular about cake that he eats. His favorite cake flavor is carrot cake. He likes the balance of earthiness and sweetness.

Gloss: Gloss's favorite cake flavor isn't so much a flavor, as it is a type of cake. He loves strawberry shortcake made with angel food cake, smothered in strawberries, and stacked high with fresh whipped cream.

#tbbb converses #oc: tungst #oc: drip #oc: gloss #phoenix squad #clone oc

[makemewaddle]

If you're not turned on after watching me eat 3 dozen eggs🍳,2 stacks of pancakes🥞,2 pounds of bacon/sausage🥓,1 tray of cinnamon buns, a dozen donuts🍩,2 pounds of Skillet Potatoes, 2 boxes of pop tarts, and a gallon of weight gainer🥛 you're probably not the kind of feeder I'm looking for.

Bonus points if you're thinking of ways to get me to eat even more food.

#bhm #ffa #support ffa's #female feeder #bhm belly #bhm fat belly #male feedee

[freezing-bone]

☆꧁༒𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚐༒꧂☆

Please give me meanspò in the comments. I NEED it.

𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕:

Nothing (stayed in my room until 12)

𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉: 1143 cals

2 (66g) large slices of white bread, (46g) butter on both side of each piece of bread, 4 (140g) slices of tasty cheese, as a toasted sandwhich.

2 Murray River salted caramel Tim Tam's.

A gulp of milk from the jug

4 raspberries

𝑫𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓: 781 cals

Pea, bacon, mushroom, pasta.

𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔: 1221 cals

Iced chocolate bunnings with cream

4 rice cakes

Sip of decaf coffee

Cinnamon donut x2

𝑻𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍:

3145 cals (before exercise)

2769 cals (after exercise)

𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒕:

376 cals

𝑬𝒙𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆: 156 cals

Small run/ jog

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔: 220

10,703

#st4rv1ng #ana buddie #an0rec1a #ed rant #tw mia #tw ed but not sheeran #bing eddsworld #stuffed fatty #fatty #fatty piggy #skin&🩻fightback #skinand🦴 #skin&bones #skinandbones #tw skipping meals #skinand🩻 #skinandbonesfightback #skinand🦴fightback #skin&🩻 #skin&🦴 #skin&bonesfightback #healthy #healthy weight loss #healthy diet

[bubblegum-snowdrop]

girl wtf you bake your own bread???? that sounds so hard

It's actually not hard! It takes a bit of arm strength and patience, that's all. Besides- it's lovely to make something and wear a cute apron. Mine has cat patterns on it :D

Baking in general is great. Cookies, cinnamon buns [actually made those yesterday too], cake, muffins, pretzels... and that's not even getting into cooking. I recently made my parents a breakfast and I had so much fun!!!! It was eggs [they were over-easy, I think is the term. It was my first time making eggs and I was so proud!], hashbrowns and bacon. Mom and dad loved them!!!!

But yeah- cooking and baking is so rewarding to me, and very calming too. I could spend all day in a kitchen just cooking all sorts of dishes, listening to music and seeing people enjoy it afterwards. I couldn't be a chef or baker though;;; I like going at my own pace far too much for that. BUT ANYWAY!!!! Please give cooking/baking a try, it's wonderful and rewarding. And you only get better with time!

#I know this is cliché but my family watches lots of food and cooking-related shows #Gordon Ramsay is a favourite! #But seeing him cooking #as well as watching my dad cook and hearing about my grandma's [my dad's mom's] baking #it just inspired me so much... I've been baking since I could hold a spoon but cooking is fairly new to me #I actually cooked and baked for a whole week once! It was all Gordon Ramsay recipes from his website #Mom said I was at risk of stealing dad's position as the cook of the house lmao #Teriyaki salmon was one of my favs.... fish and chips [altho gluten free because my mom has allergies] was great too #cooking chicken vindaloo is probably the most relaxing though. that or spicy butter chicken #we get the pre made sauce [KFI for butter chicken and Patak's for vindaloo] but I add like ginger/ garlic/ onion/ etc #and for spicy butter chicken I use two thai red chilis! perfect level of spice <3333 I make sure they're big ones #that's because the sauce dilutes the spice a bit #BUT ENOUGH RANTING I just love cooking and you adjust to your likes!!! #It's wonderful

[museenkuss]

Photographed by Irving Penn, Vogue, October 1963

Champagne! Champagne! Champagne!

"[...] a calorie-cutting régime that offers a little joie de diet as well."

Monday — breakfast: scant half-cup orange juice. One egg, scrambled in a double boiler. One slice of whole wheat toast. One glass of champagne. Lunch: mixed green salad. Slice of cold salmon. Bran muffin. 1/2 cantaloupe. Champagne. Dinner: fillet of beef - four ounce serving, broiled. Cooked carrots. Celery sticks. 2/3 cupful fresh strawberries. Champagne…

Tuesday — breakfast: half-grapefruit. One egg, poached. One small cinnamon bun. One glass of champagne. Lunch: 1/3 cup fruit cocktail. 3/4 cup crabmeat on a lettuce leaf. Small French roll. Glass of champagne. Dinner: 1/2 pear with cottage cheese. Two medium slices roast tenderloin of beef. Cooked asparagus. Carrot sticks. Champagne…

Wednesday — breakfast: 1/2 cup orange juice. One soft-boiled egg. One slice whole wheat toast. One glass of champagne. Lunch: sliced tomato and cucumber salat. One slice of breast of turkey. Whole wheat muffin. Small bunch of grapes. Glass of champagne. Dinner: one slice baked ham. Mixed green salad. Baking powder biscuit. One slice of pineapple (no juice if tinned). One glass of champagne…

Thursday — breakfast: scant 1/2 cupful of orange juice. Three slices lean bacon. One poached egg. One slice whole wheat toast. Glass of champagne. Lunch: ground beef patty. Asparagus tips on lettuce. One slice whole wheat bread. One fresh peach. Champagne. Dinner: Two rib lamp chops. Lime gelatine salad. Green peas. Bran muffin. Three apricot halves. Champagne…

Friday — breakfast: 1/2 cupful tomato juice. One egg sautéed in half teaspoon butter. One slice whole wheat toast. Champagne. Lunch: Cup of consommé. Small salmon steak. Cole slaw. Half small squash, boiled. One small slice French bread. Champagne. Dinner: half of broiled chicken. Carrot and celery sticks; radishes. String beans. Two whole wheat crackers. Pear half. Champagne…

Saturday — breakfast: grapefruit slices. One poached egg on whole wheat toast. One glass of champagne. Lunch: 2/3 cupfuls cooked mushroom served on one cupful of steamed rice. One sliced tomato on lettuce leaf. Blueberries. Glass of champagne. Dinner: four small slices of roast leg of lamb. Mixed green salad. Spinach. Orange sherbet. Champagne…

Sunday — breakfast: 1/2 cupful orange juice. One egg scrambled in double boiler. One slice whole wheat toast. One glass champagne. Lunch: breast of chicken, two small slices. Two tablespoonful cottage cheese with chopped celery. Brussels sprouts. One slice whole wheat toast. Fresh blackberries. Champagne. Dinner: broiled lobster, one cupful. Two tablespoonful cottage cheese served with sliced beets on a lettuce leaf. One small slice French bread. Raspberries. Glass of champagne.

#museenkuss #this is all in good fun of course #still: #diet tw #food mention tw #I have to say I do enjoy the baselines of this though and I'm thinking about adapting it to be pescetarian & not diet-oriented