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Percy Jackson Lotus Flower Cookies

Yields 2 dozen cookies

The things you’ll need

  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • 3 ½ cups flour
  • 1 ½ cup vegan butter
  • 1 cup powdered sugar
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 2 teaspoons rose water
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Hand mixer with attachments
  • Whisk
  • Baking sheet lined with parchment paper
  • 2-inch circle cookie cutter
  • Plastic wrap
  • Pink vegan frosting in a decorating bag fitted with a #366 tip

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 325°F.
  2. In a medium bowl whisk together flour and salt.
  3. In large bowl, beat butter and powdered sugar until light and fluffy. Add vanilla extract and rose water.
  4. Add the dry ingredients and mix on low until well combined.
  5. Divide dough into two halves and then wrap each half in plastic wrap. Stick them in the fridge to chill.
  6. Roll out dough to about ¼ an inch thick and then use a cookie cutter to cut circles. Place the circles onto a lined baking sheet and then bake for 12 minutes.

Time to decorate!

  1. Use a #366 leaf tip to pipe pink frosting onto each cookie in a lotus flower design.Start with larger petals on the outside and work your way to the center, making the petals smaller as you go.
  2. TaDa! If you feed these Percy Jackson lotus cookies to your guests, they’ll never want to leave!

anonymous asked:

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au sterek? <3

OK, I wrote you a quick little thing. :)

now also on ao3


When Derek shows up at Stiles’ back door that morning with a basket full of about three dozen cookies, all carefully iced to look like Batman and Spider-Man, Stiles doesn’t say anything. He just gets up from the kitchen table and opens the screen door, and then he looks down at the basket for a long, long moment, and then he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes and groans.

He looks kind of… unkempt. He’s wearing the same sweatpants and lacrosse hoodie he’d had on two days ago when Derek saw him at his mailbox, and his hair is sticking up everywhere, and it’s obvious he hasn’t shaved in a while because there’s some actual stubble there. Derek didn’t think Stiles was even capable of facial hair. It only adds to his attractiveness, but still, Derek can’t help but be concerned.

Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”

“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.

“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”

Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.

“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you. I mean, no one else in the neighborhood even talks to me.”

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Samhain Cinnamon Apple Crisps

Hi everyone, hope you’re all well. I’ve just finished cooking up a batch of my own homemade Apple Crisps and thought I would share this wonderful and super quick recipe with you. Not only is this speedy snack great for Samhain/Halloween,  it contains ingredients used for protection etc, can be used as an offering for your God or Goddess, is a healthy variation to supermarket bought crisps AND is suitable for vegans/vegetarians, did I already mention they are super quick to make? Without further ado, let’s get started!

You will need:

  • 1 whole apple.
  • A sprinkle of cinnamon.
  • A dash of brown sugar. ( You can use white sugar but I prefer brown as it produces a lovely thick syrup texture and has a gorgeous coffee flavouring to it ).

How to make:

  • Cut your apple into thin slices. Not too thin or they will burn and not to thick or they won’t turn into crisps!
  • Line a baking tray with non-stick baking paper.
  • Place your apple slices onto your tray and start to add your toppings. Use as much as you wish.
  • Cook your apple slices in the oven on gas mark 4/ 180°C / 350°F for fifteen minutes. ( A few of my crisps did burn, so depending on how thin you cut your apple and how powerful your oven is, feel free to change the time and settings ).

Ingredients used in Witchcraft:

  • Cinnamon: Associated with the elements of fire and the sun. Magikal uses are - good luck, love, money, passion, peace, prosperity, protection, psychic development, success and wisdom.
  • Apples: Scared to many Goddessses including Aphrodite. Magikal uses are - fidelity, fertility, marriage, beauty, vanity,wisdom, the soul, the afterlife and immortality.
  • Brown Sugar: Healing, love and sweetness.

That’s all there is to it! I hope you enjoyed this recipe and your finished product. Please do not remove the source and have a safe, happy and blessed Samhain. Let me know how your Apple Crisps turn out!

Cyrena xx

Image is not mine and was found on Our Kitchen Stories.

Its 6 am and I woke up with the sudden but absolute need of Bitty having a once a year non-related to baking bonus video.

He does one about changing the oil on your car or changing a tier or just car maintainance in general.

Jack finds it and promptly swallows his tongue because damn, Bitty wearing short shorts, with a sleeveless shirt and grease smudges while expertly talking about cars has done things to him that he can never recover from.

Oil-Free Roasted Potato Wedges with Nacho “Cheese”

2-5 medium sized russet potatoes, rinsed, dried and cut into wedges
¼ cup vegetable broth
2 tbsp. brown rice bread crumbs
½ tsp. garlic powder
½ tsp. smoked paprika
½ tsp. salt

Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. If you don’t have a non-stick baking sheet, lightly spray a baking sheet with a canola oil spray.

Place potatoes in a medium sized bowl and toss with remaining ingredients. Mix to coat potatoes then place on baking sheet and roast for 40 minutes (turning wedges once halfway).

Nacho “Cheese”

1 cup raw cashews, soaked overnight
¼ cup water
3 tbsp. nutritional yeast
1 tbsp. lemon juice
1 tbsp. apple cider vinegar
½ tsp. smoked paprika
½ tsp. onion powder
1 small tomato, peeled

Blend ingredients until smooth. “Cheese” keeps in an airtight container for up to 1 week.

Austrian Things my American friends found weird
  • The tiny fields (they’re farmers from Ohio where a mile-long corn field is nothing out of the ordinary)
  • The wine/alcohol in general consumption
  • Having special tiny forks just for desserts
  • Showering at night
  • the small cars and curvy roads
  • the hilly landscape
  • The bread, although they liked it after they got used to it
  • Same with our non-sweet baked goods or bread rolls like Kornspitz and Semmel
  • all the asian tourists, especially in Salzburg
  • that there’s basically a consensus concerning Trump
  • that everyone is fine with universal health care
  • trains and how common and frequently used public transportation is in general
  • Radler (Shandy)
  • Town names like Rottenegg,Hardegg, and of course Fucking
  • Sparkling water and how much we drink it
  • The Eurovision videos I showed them, and how it’s such a big deal here. I don’t think they know how important it is to our national pride.
  • Our playful little feud with the Germans
  • Shop opening times. Nothing says “rural Austria” more than the grocery store being open from 9-12 and 3-6 monday through friday.
  • The windows, although they thought they were much better
  • How basically all our houses are built from bricks and therefore don’t require air conditioning to stay cool during summer.
  • Our sarcastic/salty/somewhat dark sense of humor

the discussion about how jiraiya was not the best teacher got me thinking about my headcanons for what naruto learned on his training trip that wasn’t fancy jutsu

(there is absolutely no basis in canon for any of this, I just wish it were true)

  • how to manage a spy network
  • infiltration (+constructive application for his [presumably] unique henge)
  • honestly, a lot of the nastier side of ninja life that doesn’t involve killing people?? it’s implied jiraiya does a lot of dirty work for konoha when he travels so…..
  • how to not look like a ninja in a civilian town
  • how to not look like a ninja in a foreign hidden village
  • seals, because dammit, jiraiya, teach him about his parents even indirectly 
  • he’s an uzumaki he’ll pick it up quickly
  • the fact that he is occasionally a girl (or neither a girl nor a boy, but that’s less common) and is willing to use her gender identity to stop jiraiya perving on the baths (because that’s his goddaughter and he feels creepy and old now)
  • (the other visitors to the baths are v grateful)
  • how to cook (and use poison, but mostly cook)
  • that cute civilians do not take “wow, you’re really scary!” as a compliment
  • (‘but that’s a standard compliment, why did she get angry at me? ow! it was just a question! …what do you mean civilians don’t consider that a good thing?’)
  • that cute civilians will accept (non-poisoned) baked goods in apology
  • how to walk in high heels
  • how to read and write kanji more thoroughly by editing icha icha (and stop it being Porn Written by a Man™)
  • (in konoha, kakashi is crying happy tears)
  • (anko, after stealing one to find out why, is cackling)
  • a surprising amount of formal etiquette from that time she was dragged into the narutoverse equivalent of a finishing school when jiraiya was off doing Research
  • that nice kimono are heavy and hot and too much work, why do we wear them
  • his alcohol tolerance
  • jiraiya’s alcohol tolerance
  • other people’s alcohol tolerance (in general)
  • how to avoid a group of angry drunk missing nin while trying to keep your angry drunk godfather quiet and compliant 
‘Til I Tasted You (14959 words) by kiwikero
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Famous Harry, Non-Famous Louis, Cooking, Baking, Tumblr, Alternate Universe - College/University, Mutual Pining, Masturbation, Kissing, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff

Louis is Harry Styles’ biggest fan. It doesn’t matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can’t cook to save his life.

At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

When all the trees have been cut down, when all the animals have been hunted, when all the waters are polluted, when all the air is unsafe to breathe, only then will you discover you cannot eat money.

This morning’s plantiful breakfast:
Tofu scramble with oil-free roasted potatoes.

Tofu Scramble

¼ cup vegetable broth (plus a little extra)
4 scallions, thinly sliced
1 block extra firm tofu, drained and crumbled
1 jalapeño, seeded and diced
½ tsp. salt
1 tsp. GF low sodium tamari
½ tsp. turmeric
¼ tsp. black pepper
¼ tsp. garlic powder

Heat up a medium pot and add vegetable broth. Once it begins to sizzle add scallions and cook for about 4 minutes or until most of the vegetable broth has cooked off. Next, add the jalapeño, tofu, tamari, and spices. Cook for another 2 minutes or so.

Oil-Free Roasted Potatoes

1-2 medium sized russet potatoes, rinsed, dried and cut into cubes
¼ cup vegetable broth
2 tbsp. brown rice bread crumbs
½ tsp. garlic powder
½ tsp. smoked paprika
½ tsp. salt

Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. If you don’t have a non-stick baking sheet, lightly spray a baking sheet with a canola oil spray.
Place potatoes in a medium sized bowl and toss with remaining ingredients. Mix to coat potatoes then place on baking sheet and roast for 40 minutes (turning wedges once halfway).

Sorry if you’re not in England (as you won’t understand) but I just watched bake off from last night and THOUGHTS!

- Not enough innuendos

- That cake advert was CREEPY AS F*CK

- I miss Mel and Sue

- Liam is amazing

- Yan is also amazing

- We’ve already had TWO Paul handshakes, many thrown out cakes and an oven not being on incident in the first episode which is great

- It’s not as good as when it was on BBC

- But I’m going to continue to watch it

the lights • H.S.

Originally posted by harrysgolden

“Thank you.” He smiled, handing the signed check back to the waitress who thanked him as well, beginning to clear the table as the two of us stood from our chairs. I shrugged on my coat, grabbing my bag and Harry’s hand as he led us to the front of the restaurant we decided on for lunch. We both knew there was no escaping the London paparazzi, especially when they wanted pictures of my favorite rock star after the debut of his first album

It was something we had both agreed to deal with when we decided to get out of the house for the first time in days, after celebrating the release of the album in some intimate and non-intimate ways, baking a whole tray of cookies and eating them in one sitting, for instance.

WE decided on lunch in the heart of London, security obviously escorting us to and from the car which made the two of us feel safer than if we were alone.

He led me out the door and into the busy London streets where guards were already surrounding us and screams and flashes were invading my two most vital senses. 

‘Are the rumors true?’

‘Show us the ring!’

‘(Y/N) are you pregnant!?’

WE both knew it was coming, the tabloids were too interested in our personal lives to let something as big as an engagement slip past. It started in the beginning of April when the two of us went on vacation to Peter Island with our friends for a week, taking a break before the album release.

It was there when photos were taken of us, all by friends, all with our permission, getting cuddly, kissing, laughing, holding hands, and just being awfully cute as we are said to be. One picture in particular that had people talking about the supposed engagement was one Jeff took of everyone on the sand, smiling on the beach on our last day at the Island. The sun, both of out enemies at this moment, had beamed straight onto my hand, leaving a little glimmer on my ring finger that many news outlets and fans think is an engagement ring.

We thought it was best not to answer, squeezing each other’s hand in reassurance before we were led into the parking garage to the car where the paparazzi weren’t allowed.

“I can’t believe they all think we’re engaged.” He smirked as we settled in the car, facing each other in the backseat with smiled on our faces.

“I know! How rude, jus’ assuming things that may or may not be true.” I laughed, taking the ring he slid out from his pocket and sliding it back on my ring finger where it belongs. “They could at least wait for us t’ tell ‘em.” I settled back into my seat, looking over at him with a small smile.

“We should a’least tell ‘em you’re not pregnant,” He laughed, taking my hand in his and playing with the band of the engagement ring. “S’just a food baby.” He rested a hand on my stomach, a serious expression on his face.

I slapped his hand away, bringing my knees into my chest. “You ass.” I laughed, watching as he tried to make up for it by leaning over and showering my face with kisses. I let it happen, how could I not. His little kisses were something I couldn’t get enough of.

Thank you AGAIN for the support, you all are amazing and I couldn’t ask for more amazing people to write my mediocre work. Thank you, thank you, thank you. All the love x

Honestly this is just super sweet fluffy moments between Tony and Bucky… Again. @polizwrites I hope you like it! I’m also going to tag @daeshikoba because you’re so kind and tag me in the your child is precious posts! <3

The first time they kiss, Tony thinks he might have imagined it, of course he checks JARVIS’ footage later to prove he wasn’t hallucinating or dreaming and sees that it did in fact happen. They had been in Tony’s workshop and Tony was explaining how useful physics is for engineering, Bucky had been smiling softly at Tony when he made some stupid pun about weight, and Bucky, Bucky just couldn’t help himself. He had leaned in close next to Tony, lifting his hand to cup Tony’s chin gently and softly pressed his lips to Tony’s.

And then it was over.

Bucky had turned to look back at the diagram that Tony had been showing him, missing the way Tony fluttered his eyes open again, staring at Bucky, mouth slightly agape, with a light blush along the top of his cheeks. Tony continued staring for a moment before licking his lips and continuing with his explanations, though he had stumbled over the first few words and was speaking a little more softly than before.


The second time they kissed, Tony was looking for an excuse to do it. Despite the video evidence, he was still unsure as to how real the first one was, but he wanted to do it again. Badly. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it. Bucky hadn’t mentioned it. He hadn’t done anything differently since the kiss and there was no awkwardness between them.

So Tony was trying to figure out whether to bring it up, or just plant one on him, whilst talking to Bucky about an idea that came to him when Thor left his hammer on some of Tony’s paper work and he wasn’t able to do anything about it until Thor woke from his nap. He was thinking of modifying some weapons to only work for specific people and was wondering out loud to Bucky if it would be worth it or even possible to use complex security systems for something as small as a rifle. In the middle of his distracted rambling he had decided ‘fuck it’ and stood on his tip toes, balancing with a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder and quickly pecked him on the mouth, he then turned abruptly and walked swiftly out of the room before Bucky could even react. Bucky had frowned in confusion as Tony left, wondering why he was leaving when they had been having a pleasant conversation. Bucky had thought the idea had some potential.


When Bucky didn’t make a fuss about Tony kissing him the next time they saw each other, Tony decided that they didn’t need to make a huge deal out of this change in their relationship. Bucky was obviously happy with it from the way he had smiled brightly at Tony as he walked in the room, and Tony gave a tentative smile back, giving Bucky’s shoulder a soft pat as he walked past.

Later, Tony found himself in the kitchen, assisting Bucky. Bucky had asked JARVIS what would be fun and easy to bake when Tony walked by and offered his non-existent knowledge of baking. Mostly he just wanted to spend some time with his – boyfriend? Friend who he happened to have kissed a couple times…? Either way Tony was mixing the icing and ate a spoonful whilst Bucky put the tray in the oven. Bucky had turned back to Tony and gave an amused smirk at the sight of him. “What?” Tony had asked, blinking innocently.

“Nothing,” Bucky had slowly started moving closer, staring at the corner of Tony’s mouth, where there was some blue icing. Smirk growing wider, Bucky had crowded Tony against the counter behind him and taken the bowl of icing to place it beside them. He placed his hands flat on the counter on either side of Tony’s waist and bent down, smiling, to kiss the corner of Tony’s mouth, tongue darting out to swipe up the icing before leaning back slightly to check he had got it all. Pleased with his effort, he grinned and winked then turned to start cleaning up the mess they had left, oblivious to Tony’s heavy breathing and racing pulse, or the way his eyes had darkened and his cheeks had gained a rosy hue. Tony’s small smile and bright eyes did not leave his face that evening.


A few days later, Bucky was having breakfast with Clint, Steve, Natasha and Thor. Bruce opted to take his tea and his plate of waffles to the living room and Thor was trying to convince him that company during breakfast is the best way to start the day. “Understand friends, that social gatherings during any meal at any time of day can be heartening, enjoying the company of friends can afford the most hopeful beginning to a long day, if only for a few moments.”

“Thor, let Bruce eat in the living room, if you’re worried, you can go eat with him,” Steve said covering his waffles in what could be a metric ton of maple syrup. Bucky thought it was a bit excessive but decided not to say anything. Steve could be very particular about food these days and considering what it was like back in the day, everyone figured he deserved to experience the flavours.

“Steven, your suggestion is most appreciated, I will endeavour to keep Bruce company this morning,” Thor replied as he left, and a groan could be heard that did nothing to lessen the brightness of Thor’s grin.

As Bucky stood and stretched, ready to retrieve more bacon, Tony rushed in looking a bit flustered. He was distractedly scrolling through emails on his phone whilst attempting to fix his tie one-handed. “Morning everyone, I’m running a bit late so I won’t be sticking around for breakfast,” he snatched a piece of toast from Bucky’s plate once he pocketed his phone, stopping to give Bucky a kiss which was supposed to be short (it wasn’t), then fled in a way that was not dissimilar to lightning and thunder, there one second in all its chaos, then gone the next. Bucky felt a little breathless from it all.

Steve, Clint and Natasha were all staring wide-eyed at the entrance to the kitchen, meanwhile Bucky had a soft smile gracing his lips, and his eyes were glinting with joy. After a moment the others turned there gaze to Bucky who just casually started munching on his bacon.

“What the fuck?” Clint whispered in confusion. “What. The fuck?” he sat down. Bucky, still munching, looked up questioningly, eyebrow raised.

“Pal, Tony just kissed you…” Steve said cautiously, frowning at Bucky, no doubt wondering why he wasn’t a little freaked out. When Bucky’s eyes met his, he raised his brows, gesturing at where Tony had left. Bucky narrowed his eyes at Steve suspiciously, not sure why Steve was struggling with the fact.

“… Yeah…” twitching his nose, he looked back to his plate.

“How long has that been happening?” Natasha asked calmly, though there was a hint of an amused smile. She thought Tony had looked more relaxed recently, she just hadn’t realised this was the reason.

“Um,” was his response. He moved on to the eggs whilst contemplating. “JARVIS?”

“Sergeant Barnes and Sir have kissed a total of four times now. They have also held hands a number of times.” JARVIS easily provided. Natasha gave an impressed look whilst Steve only looked more confused and slightly disappointed which concerned Bucky, he had hoped that Steve would be happy for him.

“Wait. We only kissed four times?” Bucky stopped eating at the realisation and looked confused. He thinks about the times they had kissed and realised he hadn’t told Tony how he feels, hadn’t even asked him on a date. His eyes widened and he looked to the kitchen door, a little unsure now that he had thought over it. How does Tony feel? Does he even really like Bucky? How come he hadn’t said anything?

Steve cleared his throat, “Buck, how come you didn’t tell me?” He sat and crossed his arms, trying to look a little intimidating to draw Bucky’s attention.

“Tell you what, punk?” Bucky said distractedly, brows furrowed, still worriedly pondering over his and Tony’s relationship.

Steve looked a little uncomfortable, his cheeks turning red. “That you and Tony were stepping out?”

Finally, Bucky looked at Steve for a few moments, trying to figure out what Steve is thinking. Pursing his lips, he said “Honestly? I’m not sure I realised it myself. If we even are…” He frowned at his own confusion, he hoped they were at that level. All of a sudden Steve seemed a little relieved, though he was also beginning to make the face that always got him in to trouble when he was smaller.

“Bucky if you hurt Tony by being all ‘can’t tie me down’,” he finger quoted, rolling his eyes, “I will not hesitate to hurt you physically.” Bucky’s eyes widened in amusement and shock.

“Hang on. Aren’t you supposed to give Tony a shovel talk? I thought I was your best pal?” Bucky arched an eyebrow at Steve.

Grinning, Steve replied with some sarcasm “Sure you are, but so is Tony, and his sad face is heart-breaking,” he rolled his eyes at Bucky, though he was still smiling, “maybe I will speak to him later as well… now answer my question, are you and Tony dating?” Bucky frowned again, considering the situation.

“… Not… yet? I’m not entirely sure. We never actually talked about it.” Bucky hesitated then muttered quietly, “…I would like to.”

“Congratulations!” Thor walked in with Bruce following behind, having overheard some of the conversation, Bruce suggested they join them in the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at Thor.

“Bucky, if you’re unsure where you stand with Tony, it’s best that you ask him.” Bruce suggested kindly, putting his dishes in the sink, “If you just leave it, there could be issues. Tony, despite the rumours, is actually quite sensitive about relationships. If he becomes unsure of the relationship, it’s possible that he will sabotage himself and ultimately, you as well.”

“Are we really just letting this go that quickly? Bucky didn’t realise he had started a relationship with Tony? I mean, that’s gold!” Clint exclaimed, finally getting over his shock.

“Clint if you ruin this, you will find yourself in similar situation to that time we were in Bosnia,” Natasha hissed at Clint, who paled and snapped his mouth shut before saying anything further.

“Uh, anyway, thanks Bruce, I’ll talk to Tony when he gets back.”


Bucky had some time to think about what he was going to say to Tony and yet he still found himself lost for words when Tony finally got back. It was so much simpler when he didn’t realise it was getting serious between them, but how could he not have noticed? He smiled whenever Tony was in the room. When Tony wasn’t in the room, he wondered where he was and whether he would like company. He was besotted with Tony. Head over heels.

So when JARVIS informed Bucky that Tony had gone straight to the workshop when he got back, Bucky headed there as well, not knowing what to say. He entered the code to the workshop and walked in seeing Tony fiddling with a screwdriver whilst talking back and forth with JARVIS. He cleared his throat and Tony looked up smiling when he saw Bucky standing there, which helped Bucky to clear his head.

“Hey tin-man,” Tony greeted and Bucky narrowed his eyes, brow furrowed.

“Wouldn’t you be the tin-man?”

Tony rolled his eyes at Bucky, “Whatever, cyborg,” he said with an amused smile and a mischievous glint in his eye, to which Bucky grinned. “Anyway, I was wondering when Sam would be dropping by next, I know he can’t stay away and I wanted to see if he had any input on increasing the flexibility on his wings? I mean he is the one who flies with them so he should let me know if he has concerns or suggestions on anything…”

Whilst Tony was rambling, Bucky made his way over to him and as he sat down, he carefully took Tony’s hand that wasn’t fiddling with the screwdriver and intertwined their fingers. He hadn’t intended for Tony to stop what he was doing and saying, but Tony did anyway, turning to face him with his left brow lifted in question. So instead of saying anything, Bucky just pulled him forward, lifting his free hand to Tony’s cheek and tilting his own chin up so he could meet Tony’s lips, brushing them together softly before it became firmer. He slid his tongue out and across the seam of Tony’s lips, encouraging them to open and Tony made a noise that sounded surprised but happy.

Bucky suddenly remembered why he came down to see Tony and pulled back, only for Tony to push forward to press another couple of short kisses to Bucky’s lips to his amusement. Tony sighed and leant his forehead against Bucky’s, breathing a little more heavily. “So, what was that about?” He asked, eyes still lightly closed.

“You’re awesome.” Bucky blurted out, and Tony’s lips quirked up in delight, then Bucky cleared his throat, blushing faintly, “I mean, uh,” he swallowed, “no wait, I stand by what I said. You are awesome,” he said, Tony chuckled and his eyes opened, glinting, “but I did come down here to talk to you.”

Tony leaned away and his brows furrowed in concern, though he tried to hide it by keeping up his smile which grew weaker till he gave up and sighed, “Oh.”

“Hey, it’s nothing bad, I promise sweetheart,” Bucky added, motioning for Tony to sit on the stool behind him and still holding his hand giving it a squeeze, relieved when Tony squeezed back.

“Alright…” Tony hesitated, “what is it?”

“It’s… kind of embarrassing,” Bucky was blushing again, “I just… didn’t realise things had changed between us.”

Tony squinted in confusion, mouth slightly open, “… I’m not following.”

“Uh, well, we started kissing-“

“You didn’t notice we were kissing?!” Tony tilted his head, staring incredulously with his mouth gaping.

Bucky slapped his hand over Tony’s mouth grinning. “No, I noticed we were kissing, how could I not? They’re pretty fantastic,” he could feel Tony grin and kiss his palm gently, “but I didn’t realise that we were doing anything differently, I guess…” He tried to figure out how to word it, frowning in concentration, “I guess it just felt so natural, that I didn’t realise that the kissing had changed our relationship. It kind of felt like something we always should have been doing,” Tony’s eyes were soft and shining brightly and Bucky lowered his hand so he could see his smile, “I’m just so comfortable with you,” he took a breath, “and I was wondering, if you have time, would you like to go to dinner with me?”

He really wasn’t expecting Tony to start laughing hysterically, so his smile turned into a pouty scowl. When Tony saw the face he was making, still giggling, he leaned forward and kissed him to soothe any hurt, “Sorry honey, it’s just, be honest? You didn’t realise we were kissing,” he chuckled again, grin wide and Bucky continued scowling, hiding his growing amusement and relief.

“You’re never gonna let this go are you?”

“Not a chance!” He kissed him again, “But yes I would love to go to dinner with you.” He said grinning, eyes twinkling with mirth, “I’m free tonight.”

Bucky smiled wide and reached forward to wrap his arms around Tony, laughing when he almost tripped out of the chair. “Perfect. I can’t wait.”

Southwest Rainbow Salad ✨

This is one of my faaaavorite salads to make. It has so much good flavor and I always feel so satisfied after I eat it. But I’ll let you be the judge. 😉

Southwest Rainbow Salad

4-6 romaine leaves, chopped
¼ cup shredded red cabbage
½ orange bell pepper, chopped
½ cup black beans, canned or fresh
6-8 cherry tomatoes, halved
½ cup baked tofu (recipe follows)
¼ avocado, diced
Few sprigs of cilantro, chopped
Southwest sauce (recipe follows)

Combine all ingredients in a medium sized bowl and toss with southwest sauce.

Baked Tofu

½ block extra firm tofu, drained and cubed
1 tbsp. gluten free low sodium tamari
Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Lightly grease a baking sheet with cooking spray or use a non-stick baking pan. Toss the cubed tofu with the tamari then place marinated tofu on baking sheet and bake for 45, flipping tofu once halfway. Remove from oven and allow tofu to cool.

Southwest Sauce

3 tbsp. veganaise or vegan mayo
2 tsp. lemon juice
2 tsp. chipotle powder or adobo sauce
½ tsp. rice vinegar
½ tsp. smoked paprika
½ tsp. garlic powder
¼ tsp. salt

Combine all the ingredients and mix until smooth. Any leftover sauce can be kept in refrigerator for up to a week in an airtight container.

Goodbye- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader

A/N: This is a trainwreck, but I wanted some angst.

Warnings: Very little French. It basically all means yes, no, my love, my angel, bye, things like that.

“Why do you do this to me?” she sobbed, falling to her knees, clenching her fists so her nails dug into her palm. “Why do you keep hurting me, Alex?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears filling his own eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

She narrowed her eyes, wiping at the tears. “Sorry? After you’ve done this to me? I’m done. I’m done with all of you!” she shouted this last part so all of the boys could hear her. “I-I’m just- I’m done. I’ll go pack my bags.”

“Y/N-” John said softly, openly crying, but she was gone. From the comfort of the master bedroom, Y/N took her suitcase and began to pack. She let the sobs wrack over her body, wiping desperately at her eyes. She knew Hercules and Lafayette were watching from the doorway, but she couldn’t care less. She ignored them, ignored Alexander and John in the living room. She ignored everything except her shaking hands throwing belongings in her bag.

“N/N, please, mon cheri,” Lafayette begged, striding over to her and taking her hand. She ripped it back, glaring at him and letting out a hiss.

“Get away from me!”

“Please, Y/N,” Hercules said, mirroring Laf’s words. “We love you.”

She softened, slowing her breathing and calming down a bit. “I know. And I love you. And I am so, so sorry, but I- I can’t be with him anymore. I know you want to stay with Alex, you’ve known him longer, and so I’ll make it easier on you- I’ll leave.”

“You do that a lot,” Alexander accused, entering the room. “Whenever things get hard, you leave.”

She turned on him. “Don’t you dare blame this on me- don’t you dare! This is you- if you wanted to be with me, you could have kept me. You didn’t- didn’t have to have an affair, Alexander. This was you.”

He furrowed his brow, getting closer to her. “You don’t have to leave like this! Maybe you have to leave me, but do they deserve it? Do they, Y/N?”

“No,” she breathed out, closing her eyes. “No. But that didn’t stop you. If- if they want to come with me, so be it. I would be so much happier with my boyfriends and husband next to me. But I don’t want to make this harder on them. I know they love you.”

Hercules put a hand on her shoulder, pulling Y/N out of her daze. “I would never leave you, princess. We’re here for you. You don’t have to leave.”

She faltered, tears spilling from her eyes again as she stared at him. “I- I don’t?”

Lafayette pulled her into him, and she felt his heartbeat pounding. She realized how upset he was. “Of course not, mon ange. We love you.”

Hercules kissed Laf on the lips, then the top of your head. Alexander watched, frozen in place. Herc turned to him.

“Go, Alexander,” he said forcefully, eyes narrowed dangerously.”Just- go.”

Alex tried to speak, then stopped. He picked up a messenger bag, threw some random items in it, and left. Y/N stared after him, falling to the ground, bursting into sobs. Lafayette bent down next to her, and Herc crouched beside them. They wrapped their arms around each other. Slowly, in a daze, John walked in. He was in the worst shape out of the four. With bags under his eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a shaking form, he slowly slipped next to the three, letting Laf pull him onto his lap.

“It will be okay,” Hercules soothed, whispering in Y/N’s ear. “It will all be okay.”

“Will he be back?” Y/N asked softly the moment she entered the kitchen. Herc, Laf, and John were all congregated, sipping coffee at the table while the breakfast cooked. John looked down at the table, and Lafayette focused on him. John did look better, he had calmed down, but he was broken inside.

Hercules was the one who answered. “I don’t know, princess. I don’t know.”

Breakfast was lonely without Alexander. They talked in hushed voices about whatever they could, carefully avoiding the subject of Hamilton. But there was little to speak of, and they soon fell silent.

“How did it get like this?” John whimpered, causing Lafayette to pull the smaller man into him. “What did we do wrong?”


She smiled at the young man behind the counter.

“Hi, welcome to Starbucks, how can I help you?”

The man nodded, running his fingers through his short black hair. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at some smudged writing on his hand.

“Um, I don’t know much about this,” he said with a chuckle. “My boyfriends- boyfriend, I mean boyfriend- they- he- like coffee a lot, and they- he-”

“It’s okay if you have more than one boyfriend, sir,” she assured him, giggling.

He nodded and sighed in relief. “Great. So, um, they told me their orders, but I decided to write them down on my hand, and-” he showed her the writing. “I have no idea what that says.”

She playfully squinted, studying it, before scribbling something down on a pad of paper. “Got it. Can I have a name?”

“Hercules.” He laughed, impressed. “How do you do that?”

Y/N shrugged. “Practice. I know the menu like the back of my hand.”

“Can I see you again-” he looked at her name tag. “Y/N?”

She was about to answer before her boss forced her away. With a sigh, Y/N moved onto her next job. As she prepared Hercules’ drinks, she suddenly had an idea. With a smirk, she jotted something down on one of the cups and handed it to the man, pointing at it and giving him a look. He grinned.

“Your number?”

She nodded. “Yep. Need anything else?”

“No,” Hercules said happily. “See you soon, Y/N.”

“He left,” she sobbed, returning to the present. “He’s gone.”

“Ssh, ssh,” John mumbled into her hair, stroking it. “It’s okay.”

She tried to believe him, but she couldn’t. She put a hand on her stomach, more tears escaping.

“He left us,” she said pointedly, gazing at John, the only boyfriend home. “He left the baby, and he doesn’t even know.”

John nodded, kissing her forehead and squeezing her hand. “It’s okay.”

She wished she believed him.

“This is John,” Hercules told her, gesturing to the boy next to him. John had long, curly hair that was currently smoothed back into a ponytail. He was adorable with freckles and a cheerful face. He stuck out his hand.

“I’m John,” he introduced with a laugh.

“I’m Y/N,” she said, shaking his hand.

“Herc has told me so much about you,” John said excitedly, giving his boyfriend a quick peck. “Laf and Alex are at work today, but you’d like them, they’re so nice and I love them!”

Y/N giggled, making Hercules smile. She didn’t notice how he studied her, how he felt his heart flutter when he saw her. She didn’t see the way he looked at her like she was the cutest, most precious thing on the planet. How she should be protected, and he would protect her.

“Want to see my turtle?” John asked randomly, taking her hand and dragging her away. She shot a look at Hercules, a huge smile on her face. He grinned back, chasing after them. He would do anything to make her happy.


“Alex texted me,” she said suddenly, her eyes widening. Laf quickly ran to her, looking over her shoulder.


She looked at Laf helplessly. He nodded for her to reply.


They stared at the screen for a while, but no reply came.

“Come on, mon petit,” Laf whispered. “Let’s bake, non?”

She nodded slowly, biting her lip. “Oui.”

He laughed and scooped her up, easily carrying her to the kitchen where he propped up one of his grandmother’s cookbooks.

“Something French, yes? Reminds me of home.” He got a dreamy look in his eye, wistful and far-off. She brought him back to reality with a kiss on the cheek. “What did you have in mind?”

Laf found the page easily, feeling more comforted with every touch of the familiar, worn pages. He smelled the scent of hundreds of baked goods before him, and he inhaled it.

Y/N studied the page, then turned to him with a smile. “Ready to bake?”

He grinned. “Oui.”

He put his hands over hers, guided her through every move. When they were finished, he wiped the flour off her cheeks and kissed her nose.

“Love you, mon cheri.”

“Love you too, Laf.”

“Hi, what can I help you with?” she asked cheerfully, a cup in hand, ready to write down the tall man’s name.

“Um, oui, can I-” he struggled to find the words, frowning a bit. He pulled out his phone and read a text, reciting his order. “I apologize, I am fluent in English, but sometimes it’s hard to find the words.”

“Oui,” she said in perfect French, surprising him. In French, she told him it was no problem, and asked for a name. He grinned.

“Merci. Um, Lafayette.”

Y/N nodded, scribbling the name on the cup. She bit her lip a bit as she wrote, concentrating as she wrote down a little note.

She quickly prepared the drinks and handed them to Lafayette.

“Merci,” she said.

“Merci,” he looked at her name tag, then up at her. “Y/N? You’re the famous Y/N?”

“Famous? I’m flattered.” she giggled.

Laf grinned. “I’m Lafayette, you know my boyfriends John and Hercules?”

She nodded. “Ah, that Lafayette! I meet so many.”

They laughed, and he reached for her hand, kissing her knuckles. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Au revoir.”

“Au revoir, Monsieur Lafayette!” she called after him as he left the coffee shop.

Alexander was last. She thought of him alone in the master bedroom, thought of him as she read through her letters, the paragraphs he had masterfully crafted for her and only for her. She thought of him as she tore up the letters, throwing the remains in the fireplace and smiling, tears dripping down her face.

“I hope that you burn,” she sang, throwing the last of the letters she had written to him in the flames. “I hope that you burn.”

“You’re Y/N,” Alexander breathed out, looking her up and down.

“You’re Alexander,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

He shook her hand. “I’ve heard so much about you-the girl who stole my boyfriends’ hearts.”

She shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry.”

He kissed her hand, raising it slowly with a smirk. “It’s no problem. I wouldn’t object to you stealing my heart, Y/N.”

She blushed, grinning. “I might just take you up on that offer.”

“Goodbye,” she mumbled, her eyes shiny with tears, her vision foggy. He smiled sadly.

“I always said you’d steal my boyfriends’ hearts,” he told her, taking her hand. She let him have this one moment to redeem himself. “I always knew it would be you they loved and not me.”

“Don’t try to turn this on me, Alex,” she begged, squeezing his hand. He set down his bags and placed his other and over hers, enclosing it in his warmth.

“Sorry, my love,” he whispered. “You do know I love you, right?”

“Not as much as you love Maria.”

He frowned. “That isn’t true. You will always be first in my heart, Y/N.”

She shook her head. “But you chose her, Alex. You can’t- you can’t undo that.”

“But I would if I could,” he said, closing his eyes.

“Goodbye, Alexander.”

He looked into her eyes again, and she found herself helpless- lost in his eyes. Maintaining eye contact, he kissed her hand, imitating the way he did so when they first met.

“I love you.”

She nodded once. “How I wish that was true.”

With that, she closed the door- on Alexander and on her future. She put a hand on her stomach, swallowed, and opened the door once more, staring down at Alex, who was on his knees on the steps of their townhouse. He looked hopefully up to her.

She took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”

He inhaled sharply. “What?”

“This is what you left,” she said sadly, rubbing her stomach. “Me, our boyfriends and your husband, and my child. Your child.”

“If I had known, I never would have-” he breathed, but she shook her head again.

“I love you.” She closed the door again, and this time, she forced herself to walk away. To walk into the arms of her boyfriends, John and Laf, and Hercules, her husband. She walked away from Alex, the man who had hurt her beyond repair, and towards the men who could fix her, who would never hurt her.

“Goodbye,” she said under her breath. “Goodbye.”

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Isak hated the summer.  He hated it.  No human - especially not a Norwegian human - was meant to endure temperatures above 30°C and that was just a fact.

Another reason he hated summer was that it meant he got almost no time with Even because one or both of them would always be working.  Just like Isak suspected, on his one day off Even was working the full day shift at KB.

So what did Isak do with his day off?

He woke up at 8AM with his boyfriend so they could get ready together and Isak could spend the day at KB with - but not properly with - his boyfriend.  Where Even went to KB with his bag stuffed with his uniform, Isak had a text book from his summer reading list and a notepad.

He kissed Even goodbye at the front doors, but the manager had met him so many times that he agreed to look the other way if Even let him come inside before the official opening time.  Isak couldn’t have been more grateful for that than he was today when it was already 25°C in the shade at 9AM.

He chose a table against the wall and near to the air conditioning.  He wasn’t going to make the rookie mistake of sitting next to the glass windows near the door in the hopes of catching a cool breeze from outside and instead just get non-fun sort of baked through the glass.

He set up his expertly chosen table with his library book, his notebook, and his array of coloured pens.  He was going to be ready for the start of uni.

And so the day began.  When the tills were up and running Isak was Even’s first customer of the day: getting himself a filter coffee (because who could say no to free refills?) and a cold drink to fight off the hellish heat trying to invade the sanctuary of KB.  There may have been some playful flirting with Even – because they both loved to pretend they were just meeting right there at KB like they probably did in some other universe – while he ordered, but soon enough Isak was back at his table.

He spent the day working his way through the first chapters of his book and it was going perfectly: his notes were beautifully colour coded, he understood what he was reading, he had a constant breeze tickling the back of his neck, and whenever he wanted he got to look up and watch his hot boyfriend work for a little while.

It was somewhere around the five hour mark that things started getting less awesome for Isak.  The words started swimming on the pages, then he fucked up the colour coding of his notes, and then he spilt the last of his coffee over his shirt because his hands were sweaty because the weather insisted on getting hotter as the day progressed and not even the air conditioning could save him now.

It was safe to say that Isak’s mood was deteriorating by 1430.

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