#built in breakfast bench
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Photo
Contemporary Dining Room - Kitchen Dining Large trendy kitchen/dining room combo photo
#industrial dining table#hand blown glass lighting#eating nook#built in breakfast bench#built in window seating#kitchen dining#california ranch
0 notes
Photo
Kitchen Dining - Dining Room Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless medium tone wood floor and brown floor kitchen/dining room combo remodel with white walls and no fireplace
#built in breakfast bench#cake stand#round glass flower vase#built in breakfast nook#glass pitcher#kitchen dining
0 notes
Text
Dining Room Portland
Kitchen/dining room combo - large traditional medium tone wood floor kitchen/dining room combo idea
0 notes
Text
Farmhouse Dining Room - Dining Room
An illustration of a small cottage dining room design with a vinyl floor
0 notes
Photo
Austin Transitional Dining Room Inspiration for a small transitional light wood floor kitchen/dining room combo remodel with white walls and no fireplace
0 notes
Text
I am excessively fond of this cottage. There is no wi-fi, and the plumbing is dodgy, and the beams are so low that even I hit my head on multiple occasions. But just look at it.
#blackpool mill cottage#north devon#hartland#I had breakfast on that bench every morning#and clambered out over the rocks and swam in a secret cove#and we built a fire on the beach a#and drank cocktails#and I miss it already
0 notes
Text
Enclosed - Kitchen
Enclosed kitchen - small cottage galley vinyl floor enclosed kitchen idea with a farmhouse sink, shaker cabinets, quartz countertops, gray backsplash, porcelain backsplash, stainless steel appliances and white countertops
0 notes
Photo
Baltimore Enclosed Dining Room Medium-sized dining room with beige walls and a medium-toned wood floor in a beach style. There is no fireplace in this room.
#bright breakfast area#built in booth seating#bench kitchen seating#wood farmhouse table#enclosed#brightly patterned pillows
0 notes
Photo
Breakfast Nook Dining Room Breakfast nook - mid-sized mid-century modern dark wood floor, brown floor, vaulted ceiling and wood wall breakfast nook idea with white walls
0 notes
Photo
Dining Room Enclosed in Minneapolis Small enclosed dining room with a transitional dark wood floor, gray walls, and no fireplace.
0 notes
Photo
Denver Midcentury Dining Room Inspiration for a mid-sized mid-century modern dark wood floor enclosed dining room remodel with beige walls and no fireplace
#dining room chandelier#breakfast bench#large kitchen windows#kitchens breakfast nook#built in seating#built in table kitchen#breakfast nook cushions
0 notes
Photo
Contemporary Dining Room - Kitchen Dining Kitchen/dining room combo - mid-sized contemporary light wood floor and beige floor kitchen/dining room combo idea
#tall ceramic vase#black leather breakfast seat#wild horse#built in dining bench#black woven dining chair
0 notes
Photo
Dining Room (Providence)
#Ideas for remodeling a medium-sized transitional wood floor kitchen/dining room combination with brown walls and no fireplace. roman shades#medium wood floors#breakfast room#green accents#built-in eating nook#built-in bench seat#breakfast area
0 notes
Photo
Indianapolis Kitchen Great Room
#Huge trendy l-shaped medium tone wood floor and brown floor open concept kitchen photo with an undermount sink#flat-panel cabinets#white cabinets#marble countertops#white backsplash#porcelain backsplash#stainless steel appliances and two islands banquette seating#modern chrome faucet#brown leather bench#built in china cabinet#breakfast nook#great room
0 notes
Photo
Farmhouse Kitchen in Seattle
#Kitchen with a farmhouse sink#shaker cabinets#quartz countertops#gray backsplash#porcelain backsplash#stainless steel appliances#and white countertops in a small cottage galley with a vinyl floor. two toned cabinets#built in desk#breakfast area#built-in bench#built in
0 notes
Text
Nikolai's appetite disappears over night and Price smells a rat.
cw: mention of body shaming, damaged relationship with food.
Nik loved food.
Not in the way that Johnny did, slamming an entire packet of Maryland cookies and then descending into a sugar coma, or the way that Gaz did, by seeing it as fuel to maintain a powerful and efficient body, so every macro counted. But in the way a wine taster did; there wasn't a city on earth where he couldn't steer John to the very best restaurant, be it tiny back alley taverna or sprawling five star hotel.
He loved sampling different cuisines, sourcing exotic dishes and sharing them with John (who had drawn the fucking line at sea urchin and puffer fish, because while he had never considered a rule about eating shit that could kill you in seconds, he made an ardent one in that moment). John reckoned it was a leftover from his army days when he would have had to survive on rat packs and mess food like the rest of them. He was enjoying it now he could.
So, when Nik suddenly stopped eating, it was bloody noticeable.
He'd still take John out, filling his plate and excitedly watching his face as he tried it, but he wouldn't eat himself. And if he did, it was some poxy salad or plain chicken that looked like it hadn't even glimpsed a spice rack. There were empty tupperware containers stacked in the co-pilot chair of the Black Hawk and Nik remained completely sober during a post-mission arse squeak celebration. (Where they had - in Ghost's words - bum squeaked their way through; Price wasn't sure it was technically an idiom, but he let it pass.)
"You watchin' yer figure, Nik?" Price asked finally, reclining in the wicker chair at the little caf茅 they'd stopped in. They were just outside Florence, and the tourists were just beginning to slither groggily into the sun.
"Da," Nik tapped his stomach, "I am, what do you call it, spreading?"
"You look fine t' me. More n' fine."
"I have lost some. But I still have more to do." Nik tugged at his sleeve, a self conscious gesture that John had never seen him do, and it set his teeth on edge.
"Did someone say somethin'?"
Nik swallowed and John wished he'd take those bloody aviators off so his eyes were visible. "Not recently."
"Well, this has been goin' on for months," John said, gesturing at the black coffee that comprised Nik's entire breakfast, while John had polished off the continental version of a Full English. "So out with it. Who said what?"
"I..." Nik cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. "I was not wearing a shirt on a beach in America, visiting Laswell, and a group of young women advised me to go to the gym."
"You can olympic press Ghost."
"Da."
"You can bench press over twice your own bodyweight."
"Mm, da."
"I think you go to the gym plenty."
Nik went silent. He wasn't looking at John, which meant he was embarrassed and not sure how to recover. Whatever this was, whatever had been said, he would have retaliated with his usual bolshy dismissal at the time, but up there in his Heli it would have buzzed around in his head in the quiet until it got its barbs in.
"Fer a smart bloke, you 'n' 'alf thick sometimes."
"That is what I am trying to fi--"
"Not what I meant, Nikolai." John sighed, rubbing a hand over his beard as he considered Nik's slumped shoulders. "You're good-lookin', fit, hotshot pilot with yer gold chain. This is the first time some horrid cow has said somethin' cruel, I bet."
"I might have let myself go."
"You're fifty. It's allowed," John said. "But you haven't. Yer just as built as when we first met."
"I was thirty, John. That is not possible."
"I don't think I stuttered there, but I might be wrong..."
Nik tsked at him and wrapped his arms over his chest. He tried to make it look nonchalant but it was absolutely a barrier. "I am feeling self-conscious. It will pass. I do not wish to talk about it."
"Tough shit, Nik. We're talkin' about it." John scraped his chair loudly around the table and crowded into Nik's space, leaning down with his elbows on his knees to look up into the forlorn expression on his lover's face. "If - and I mean if - I thought your health was at risk, or you were lettin' yourself go, you not think I'd get you runnin' laps with my new crop until you were fit to run missions with my team again?"
"Da, I would expect nothing less."
"Yer part of my task force, Nik. I don't accept anythin' but the best. No exceptions. Tell me I'm wrong."
"I cannot."
"And has my performance between the sheets been any less enthusiastic?"
"Nyet..."
"Right, so, engage that mensa level intelligence of yours and compute the obvious bloody conclusion."
John reached forward, continuing even when Nik tried to recoil, to run his hands beneath his shirt. Nik's belly was warm, the hair on it soft, and John wanted nothing more than to rub his damn face into it.
"I know it's gonna take time to rebuild yer confidence, Nik. Not sure yer tellin' me the whole story but whatever they said, they're wrong. Women like that, they're cruel for sport. You could look like, uh... whathisname, Chris Hemsworth, 'n' they'd still say somethin'. Gives 'em a way to cover up their own insecurity, right?"
There was a small smile of amusement and Nik's arms fell away, letting John run his hands a little higher. "I am impressed you remembered the name of an actor, captain."
"Yeah, I watched a whole film the other night..."
Nik smiled. "A whole film. Impressive."
"Cheers." John lifted his hand to cup Nik's jaw, one hand on his knee. "Still wet my knickers for you, Nik, but tell me what else I can do t' help."
"Nothing, I am... I will be fine."
"Not like you to let some bird get under your skin like that. Sure there's nothin' else?"
Nik cleared his throat, looked to the side and then finally at John's face. "You do not wish to trade me in for a newer model?"
"Jesus fuck... waiter, il conto, per favore."
"Where are we going?"
"Back to the hotel room."
"Why?"
"'M gonna shag your brains out, since they're not functionin' particularly well on the inside. Up. Double time."
Nik reached for his wallet to pay but John had already slapped his credit card on the scanner by the time he looked up. He grabbed Nik's hand and dragged him down the few blocks to their hotel, where he intended to spend the rest of the afternoon making Nik feel like the hottest piece of arse on the planet.
462 notes
路
View notes