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The Ultimate Winter Sunday Morning Brunch Guide

Words by Kristina S. // Photography by Juliette Bélanger.

My Sunday mornings are almost always dedicated to relaxing with a good book and preparing brunch for a great group of people – sometimes friends, sometimes family, and sometimes both. Here’s a brief guide to the ultimate winter Sunday morning brunch:

On a cold winter morning, there’s nothing more comforting than a warm cup of tea or coffee and hot food. So always start by serving a round of hot tea or coffee on a tray with various sweeteners, creamers, and milk.

While you’re enjoying your hot beverage, begin mixing the batter for a round of light and fluffy pancakes. It’s Sunday morning and you have all day to relax so get creative: mix some berries, nuts, or spices like cinnamon or nutmeg into the batter. Serve with butter, syrup, honey, and toppings, such as whipped cream, nuts, and fruit.

While you’re cooking the pancakes, fry up a few pieces of bacon, sausage, or both in another pan. Brunch is never complete without breakfast meats!

If pancakes don’t melt away your taste buds, try making a delicious egg scramble instead. You can get just as fancy with egg scrambles by adding various cheeses, veggies, and spices such as salt and pepper! Tip: add a splash of milk to the eggs before scrambling them in a skillet. The milk will increase the egg’s fluffiness, creating a delicious texture to chew on.

The best thing about brunch is that you’ll be full for hours so the mess you make in the kitchen will be well worth it. Enjoy your Sunday morning brunch and company!

Disclaimer: brunch is just as awesome completely on your own. If you don’t have any company to share with, no worries – all the more for you to enjoy.

jungkook; morning kiss(es)

❝there’s no such thing as singular in jungkook’s book of kisses. only plural.
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♡ this is for @cno-inbminor​ bc we reached our 200th day snapstreaksary (it’s a word i swear) and this is a little overdue but here it is i tried my best and it’s short but i LOVE YOU KAREN

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Jungkook was a person who could be satisfied (and happy) with the littlest of things in life or, could find significance in anything he came across with. 

One, you (not to be taken literally but hey, he does use the benefit of being taller and you know when you’re shorter you have a better aim at his di-). Two, discounted prices on set meals he wants to eat. Three, finding a dollar lying on the floor and claiming it as his even though he knows damn well it fell from your purse but finders keepers losers weepers. Four, Jimin and Taehyung messing with Hoseok, only got get a beating after and his devil ass is watching from the side the whole time. And last but not least, sleeping until the sun breaks through the window and rakes his ass awake.

He was a heavy sleeper and that, ladies and gentlemen, was not a surprising thing at all. God no. Almost everyone around him had experienced troubles waking him up at least once (thrice) in their lifetime. As quoted from none other than Kim Seokjin and editing from Kim Namjoon: “That boy can sleep until the world burns down and he’ll wake up being alone.” (end scene)

It was all about getting used to, in your opinion. You’d gauge around the time he’d wake up and plan your day on from there. See, if you can’t change the boy’s habit, change the way you work things around. Simple. (unless you’re living with six other guys who gives no shit with your sleeping habits then kudos to you, good luck chap, better luck next life)

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Game on //Draco Imagine//

Requested By: @imagelover2

Request: Can you do a Draco Imagine where he pranks Y/n and she gets “mad” so she gives him the silent treatment and he does everything to make her talk to him?

Pairing: Reader x Draco

Warnings: none

A/n: okay so I said I was going to post this on Valentine’s Day but it doesn’t really have to do with it, so I’m just gonna post it now :) hope you like it!


“Y/n! Come sit over here!” You glanced around the room until your eyes landed on your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He was waiving his hand and you made your way to the bench beside him.

“Hey!” You greeted as you sat down and smiled at your boyfriend.

“We made you a plate.” Draco smiled as he slid you a plate filled with eggs, toast, bacon and a cookie with a jelly filling. “No need to thank us.” He beamed and you laughed quietly.

“Well thank you anyway.” You smiled. You listened to Draco complain about Granger and her pesky know it all mudblood brain as you ate your toast and bacon quickly. You picked up the cookie and took a large bite, getting all of the jelly in one bite. Although it didn’t taste like jelly….

“Draco…what’s in this cookie?” You asked as you examined it. It didn’t taste like jelly at all. In fact…it tasted more like…

“Hot sauce!” Draco exclaimed before erupting in a fit of giggles.

You threw the rest of the cookie onto your plate and grabbed the nearest napkin, spitting whatever was left in your mouth out….but it was too late.

“Ohmygod!” You gasped as the spice suddenly hit you. It felt as if your mouth was on fire. You grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down but nothing changed. “Draco!” You yelled through clenched teeth as you stood up and ran from the room towards the Slytherin common room. You ran right into the bathroom and brushed your teeth, not one, but four times.

“That filthy pure blood prince.” You cursed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You brushed your fingers through your hair and straightened the collar of your jacket.

You jumped out of your skin when you saw Draco standing just outside the girl’s bathroom.

“Ok listen Y/n, I’m really sorry for pranking you back there, I thought you wouldn’t react so badly to it…forgive me?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. You straightened your back and walked right past him, bumping his shoulder as you passed.

“Oh no Y/n. Not the silent treatment. Please don’t play this game love.” Draco pleaded but you weren’t going to let him win so easily. You walked into the common room and planted yourself on one of the green couches facing the fire.

Draco sat down beside you and you turned away from him.

“Y/n…I’m sorry…what else do you want me to say?”

You stuck your nose into the air a little and Draco sighed. He got up and sat on the other side of you so that you were looking at him. You quickly shifted your body so you were now looking the other direction.

“Don’t look at me if you love me.” Draco said. You didn’t move. “Aha I knew it.” He chuckled. “Don’t face me if you don’t love me.” Again, you didn’t move. “Damn..” he sighed and you hid your quiet laughs.

“Y/n if you don’t talk to me….I’m going to put my foot in the fire.” Draco said as he stood up and moved towards the fire. You turned towards him but you folded your arms stubbornly. “I’m going to do it,” he sneered as he lifted his foot and moved it towards the fire. “Just one word and I’ll stop.”

You didn’t even raise an eyebrow as his foot hovered closer and closer to the fire that was raging in the fireplace. He pulled his foot away right before it was about to touch the flames. “Ughh Y/n, baby please talk to me!” Draco pleaded as he moved towards you again.

“Please don’t make me beg Y/n!” Draco pouted, his bottom lip protruding and his eyes widening just enough to give them a puppy dog appearance. “Fine.” Draco got onto his knees in front of you and pressed his hands together.

“Im begging you Y/n! I beg for you to talk to me again! I’m sorry for what I did and you have every right to be mad, but I just hear your serenading voice again or i’ll risk going mad!” Draco pleaded. You didn’t even smile as you turned your body away from him again and moved your eyes back to the fire.

“Fine.” Draco stood. “You want to play hard to get? Two can play at that game!” With that, he stormed past you and out of the common room.

“Game on.” You smirked to yourself as you laid back on the couch and looked at the ceiling.

It’s been two days since the games started between you and Draco. It’s been two days of noses in the air, crossed arms, and ‘humphs’.

Draco had been holding out rather well, considering he was more than completely obsessed with you and usually couldn’t go four hours without touching you, nevertheless talking to you.

He stuck his nose in the air whenever he saw you and turned his back towards you. He was obviously determined to win. But you were even more determined. You were at the point where you wouldn’t even look at him when he entered the room and you pretended he didn’t exist.

“This has to stop Y/n.” Pansy told you one day. “Soon the whole school is going to think that you had some tragic breakup. Plus he talks about you nonstop when you’re not around.” Pansy rolled her eyes and you smiled to yourself.

“I’m not stopping until he gives in. I’m not going to lose.” You replied. “And what kinds of things does he sa-” you ended your sentence short as the door opened and Draco walked into the room. You closed your mouth and looked towards the fire. You heard Pansy scoff.

“Good evening Pansy,” Draco spoke as he sat next to your best friend. “I wanted to tell you that Blaise was looking for you. Last I saw him he was headed to the great hall.”

“Alright, thanks Draco. See ya later Y/n.” Pansy waved and you waved back. You watched as she left the room, letting the common room door slam behind her. It was just you and Draco now. You leaned forward in the chair and began to stand up but draco stopped you.

“You win.” He said to the ground and you froze. He looked up at you, his gray eyes twinkling. “You win. I can’t go another day without seeing you and talking to you. I miss your voice and the way you feel in my arms. And it’s only been two days!” Draco scoffed. “I’m completely obsessed with you! Please talk to me again. Please?”

“That’s all you had to say.” You smiled at him and his eyes went wide.

“What? I only had to say please? This whole time I could have just asked you and added please!?”

You nodded and Draco scoffed. “I got you this by the way,” you said as you picked up a plate from the ground and handed it to him. “A peace offering.” You smiled. It was a Boston cream donut.

“Well you’re too kind.” Draco smiled at you. He leaned back on the couch and took a large bite. Not even a second of the food being in his mouth, he spit it back out.

“Toothpaste!!?” He yelled as he threw the donut onto the ground and began coughing. You burst out laughing, having to hold onto the arms of the chair to make sure you didn’t fall onto the floor. “You’re disgusting Y/n!” Draco scolded as he picked the donut up and put it back on the plate. You could tell by the playful smirk on his lips that this meant nothing more than a joke to him.

“Now we’re even.” You giggled as he stood up and put the plate on a desk. He stood in front of your chair and leaned in so close your lips were mere inches apart.

“Yes darling. I guess we are.” He closed the gap between your lips and the two of you shared a passionate kiss.

You made a face when you pulled away. “Ew…tastes like toothpaste.”

Cas likes honey in his coffee. A heaping spoonful of it, and he likes the spoon left in the cup so he can stir it himself.

He likes butter on his toast before the jam. It tastes better that way, in his opinion. He likes his toast cut through middle, not diagonally.

He prefers his bacon with maple syrup over ketchup. The perfect balance of sweet and salty. He’ll settle for honey if there’s no syrup left, but it’s not the same.

He likes his eggs over-easy so he can dip his hash browns in the yolks. It’s not as gross as it sounds.

Dean knows how he likes his breakfast, he brings it to him on a tray and they sit in bed and eat together every Sunday. Sam knows that Sunday is their lazy day together and he usually leaves them alone.

There was no Lazy Sunday while Dean was in prison. Weeks rolled by, Cas tries and failed to make his eggs like Dean’s. He wouldn’t bump into Sam on his way to the washroom and exchange pleasantries.

When Dean escapes and Cas kills Billie, it’s with these Sundays in mind. Cas can’t make hash browns like Dean can, how will he eat with him dead?

Cas doesn’t really regret his decision when he rolls over next Sunday to see Dean balancing a tray of food on one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

Would Never Call It Love 5 | Calum Hood

It’s finally here! Again I’m writing this off of the top of my head, so this could or could not be the last part of the story. I’m so happy all of you still love this story and continue to tell me your reactions which bring me genuine happiness. So thank you. Enjoy.

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After days of sitting in bed with Ashton at our current venue, I decided getting up and at least showering would help wash my sorrows away. Ashton carefully helped my weak physique off the indented bed, his arm on my waist for balance, and sat me on the toilet and turned on the shower head. 

“Just wait until it warms up. I’ll set up your clothes in here as well, and we’ll get going after that. We’ll get some breakfast yeah? Any place you like.” And he grabbed the back of my head bringing it to his lips for a subtle kiss of comfort, and left. I sighed and shredded off my 5 day old sweatshirt and my stretched out black leggings, and felt the water temperature. It was perfectly warm.

I stepped in and immediately it hit my skin with a sizzle. I hoisted my hair back as my face was now drenched in water. My hands rested on the back of my neck, my eyes fixated on the shower wall in front of me. It had been a long time since I was left alone, by myself, with my thoughts. I could hear the pounding of my heart get deeper, thinking of Calum and how he was holding up as well. Was he crying? Was he sat in bed every minute he could get because the outside world was too much to bare for him as well? Or was he laughing like he never laughed with me before, was he happier than he ever felt, looking at someone else with a different light and different intention in their eyes than what I had? I hadn’t even realized I was crying at this point. The water being poured out onto me was intertwined with the water pouring out of me, and I couldn’t tell which was which. I could feel the sinking feeling hit me in my gut and chest, making it hard to catch my breathe. My hand shot out in front of me to catch my body from falling and smashing into the beige tiles. A sob escaped my mouth, loud enough to alert Ashton, who was now inside setting up my clothes. The cry lasted a few seconds, and was loud enough to crack glass. Ashton’s heart leaped out of his chest as he pulled back the shower curtain, just in time to catch me as I fell to my knees. The strength in me was gone, my everything was gone.

Ashton got on his knees on the bathroom floor, not even caring that he was getting wet, and just held me close to his chest just like he did the night Calum left. I continued to cry into his black t-shirt, clutching onto it. His hand reached up to my head and brought his mouth to it, he knew it brought a sense of protection to me. “You’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. I’m so sorry, I don’t know when but…you won’t have to hurt much longer in my presence.” 

After a few minutes, Ashton turned off the water and inside filled the tub for a bath. He squirted some soap into the water so it bubbled up, and brought the soap up and down my body. In reality, it was just him giving me a bath, but in my mind, he was scrubbing away any last bit of Calum lingering behind. I knew Ashton was waiting to be with me, it was killing him inside to see me worked up over someone who hadn’t been done anything good for me. But he was being patient; any other guy who would’ve been in his shoes would’ve quit by now. I was silently thanking and praying for him not to give up on me.

He brought me to a small brunch place that he claimed had the best breakfast burritos in the area, or so he read online. We sat down inside near the back corner, the furthest away from outside and people as we could. I hadn’t spoken a word since we got out of the hotel, only nodded and hummed as a response. I was just afraid of the crack in my voice from crying and yelling so much that I just decided to keep my mouth shut. Ashton’s hand snaked it’s way to my own from across the table and held my left in his right, slowly rubbing his thumb over my tense knuckles. “Anything you want okay? But I really would recommend the burrito, or you could just half it with me.” I sucked my lips in and only nodded once again, earning a quiet sigh from Ashton’s side of the table.

After ordering 1 breakfast burrito, 2 blueberry waffles, a whole stack of bacon and a plate of hash browns, we began to eat. Ashton completely inhaled his burrito within minutes while I struggled to scarf down the waffles. No doubt everything tasted and smelled delicious, but the continuously growing lump in my throat blocked anything from getting down, even water. Ashton looked up at me as he finished the last chunk of his burrito, cheeks full like a chipmunk and crumbs of egg and tortilla all over his cheeks and lips. For the first time in a while, I let a small chuckle out at this facial expression. He gave me a questionable look, before I leaned over the table and shook my head.

“Hold on lemme clean you up.” I brought my napkin up to his cheeks, softly swiping to remove the mess. He laughed, feeling like he was a little kid again, a sense of home coming back to him after being so far away for so long. I looked into his glossy eyes, a sense of home coming back to me. He was protective, comforting, loving, and warm. His aura provoked those feelings you get inside your own house. Ashton exuded feelings I had been missing for a long time now.

However, our moment was ruined when the bell on top of the restaurant doors opened up causing both of our heads to naturally turn toward the noise. The two lovebirds came walking in, hand in hand with smiles on their faces. The brown-skinned boy’s head settled on us, and his smiling mouth fell onto his girl’s head, planting a small kiss on it. She blushed and began speaking to the waiter that there was 2 of them.

Without hesitation, I hands dropped the spoon and napkin I was holding, causing a loud clinking noise, and I scooted my chair back enough to cause streaks to appear on the floor and stormed out of the restaurant, Ashton following behind me. All Ashton could do was hit Calum on his free shoulder which almost sent him back. Calum’s bottom lip sucked into his mouth letting out a ‘hmph.’ 

I slammed the door to Ashton’s car on the passenger side and just cried into my lap. After hearing the driver’s side door slam, the car’s atmosphere fell to a bitter heaviness. He just listened to me sob, for the second time today, calming down his own breathing. My hands flew to the dashboard ahead of me and I started slamming my hands against it, hitting the middle console and the sides of the door also. Ashton grabbed my wrists in his and yanked me to look at him.

“Stop letting him do this to you!”

“I can’t! I can’t! Why! Why does he get to do this to me!…” He couldn’t answer. He couldn’t tell her that he only wanted her for sex, he couldn’t tell her that he likes Nia genuinely, he couldn’t tell her that he never cared. Of course, that’s what he wanted to say because he honestly believed it was all true, but in Calum’s mind, it was the exact opposite.

Calum’s POV / before they saw Y/N and Ashton…

I laid there in the newly made hotel bed, the sheets stained in newly made tears. I let a few slip out of my eyes, the only thing on my mind being her. Seeing her underneath Ashton in lust, watching her break down in his arms, remembering her walking away from me that night when we realized we were done for. 

I’m Calum Hood for crying out loud. I don’t cry. I rarely show emotion. I’m either stone cold or happy go lucky. There’s no in between. I never cry, I never get heart broken, because I never get attached. I guess that was my mistake this time around. I lied to myself, I lied to her, now I’m lying to Nia.

“Cal! Get dressed, I’m taking you out for breakfast so you’re energized before soundcheck let’s go!” She cheerfully skipped into the room, me wiping my eyes as fast as I can pretending that I was just now waking up. She kissed my cheek before throwing a random graphic tee and black jeans at me and shut the door. I flopped back onto the bed with the tee and jeans over my face, telling myself that today was a new. I was going to get out of bed, spread a fake smile on my face, and conquer the day.

And then I laughed because that surely wasn’t going to happen, and hopped in the shower.


I was now time for the show, and I sat next to Ashton and Michael, who were both brushing their teeth and trying to speak to each other in mumbles. They knew I thought it was comical, so to get me to finally smile, they kept over exaggerating their sentences, slightly spitting toothpaste on me. I shielded myself, getting up from the couch trying my hardest not to smile and stood outside their dressing room.

After spitting and washing his mouth, Ashton appeared at the doorway and placed his hands on my cheeks.

“Sorry beautiful, was just trying to make you smile.” I bit on my tongue while looking up at him.

“Well I appreciate you guys trying. For a minute there I thought it would work but you guys aren’t that hilarious.” I crossed my arms and he scuffed at me, draping his arm around my shoulder.

“Come here you little shit, I need to talk to you before the show, seriously.” I gulped at the last word. Instead of running away in fear of what was to come, I nodded my head and followed him to the side of the stage where you could see fans walking around, finding their seats, and sitting and watching the stage with anticipation. Ashton took my hands in his before looking out into the growing crowd with a blinding smile.

“These guys,’ he gestured to the fans, ‘are the most important thing in the world to me, next to my family.” I smiled at the girls and boys with tears in their eyes, as they realized they’d be seeing and connecting with the 3 fantastic boys I knew, and Calum. “I never imagined that you would be up there with them.” I turned back to him, my eyes practically bulging out of my head. My hands started sweating in his, my mouth also becoming dry. I didn’t expect to mean this much to him, I thought that we’d have a best friend relationship come out of this, but I didn’t see this coming. He stepped closer, so close I could feel his hot shaking breathe on my forehead and nose.

“I know you’re still hurting over Calum, I get it. And I know you’re not in any shape or form ready to commit to someone again like you did him, even if it wasn’t an official thing. But I promise you, if you let me be the guy for you, I’ll mend you and help bring you back to the happy girl you once were, the one who didn’t feel broken everyday. We’ll go on more breakfast runs, and I’ll sing you new songs I write, and I’ll leave little notes for you around the hotel room to make you smile every chance you get. Please, will you be mine?” 

I didn’t have time to react or comprehend any of his words before we heard a large sigh come from the side of us in front of the hallway. I looked up quickly to see my devastated Maori boy with a bouquet of deep red roses in his hands. His shoulders slump and lips in a pout. I pulled my hands back from Ashton’s, an appalled look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and said, “Calum, who are those for?” Calum’s eyes shot back to the flowers in his hands, and he shook his head, jutting out his chin.

“They’re for, uh, they’re for Nia. I was looking for her right now.” His face instantly read as stone cold, and his collarbones and veins in his arms were clearly visible. Ashton shook his head confused and irritated, “Ok then, go look for her else where.”

Calum pursed his lips letting his head hang low, and jogged off behind Ashton. Even though he was out of his view, he wasn’t out of mine. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stop at the silver waste bin, and angrily chucked the flowers into it, before walking to the other side of the stage. I bit my lip trying to hold back the furiously hot tears, as Ashton turned back to me.

“Now, where were we?

Calum’s POV / before seeing Ashton and Y/N…

I walked backstage toward the boy’s and I’d dressing room, hoping Y/N would be in there relaxing like she usually does. I carried about 8 roses in my hands because the flower shop I went to didn’t carry 12 rose bouquets and the next number up was 20 which in my opinion was too many at this point. I figured I wasn’t doing anything helpful for the situation her and I were in. It was only making our group hangouts uncomfortable, and every time I saw her, my chest caved in and I suddenly couldn’t speak. So, I thought about buying her some flowers as a forgiveness token, and rehearsed telling her my true feelings for her instead of yelling them at her last time. 

As I approached the room, I peered inside to see only Michael and Luke and Luke’s girlfriend. They all sat on their phones, all eyes staring up at me when I entered.

“Oooooo Cal, who the flowers for?” Arzaylea spoke up. I let out a chuckle and looked down at the beautiful set of carnations.

“Please tell me they’re not for who we think they’re for?” Luke said, Michael nodding and agreeing with him.

“It’s just a piece offering. I still love and care for her Luke, I just want the old girl I had back…” He sighed, going back to scrolling on his phone.

“She went down the hall to the side of the stage.” Michael said, and I nodded my head at him before striding off.

I could start to here voices down by the side of the stage and making out figures of bodies. I then realized she wasn’t alone. Ashton was there, hands in hers and my blood started rushing through my veins, picking up my adrenaline. 

My stomach cramped, my ears turned red, my chest felt like it had the wind knocked out of it, as I heard the dreaded words come out of Ashton’s mouth.


It all was in slow motion. His words, the crowds chatter, my own heart beat. It felt like the world had slowed down, letting the pain linger in my body and letting the pain hit me hard and slow, the worst way possible. My hands clutched onto the paper surrounding the flowers, making her head snap in my direction.

I’ll never forget the look in her eyes, the same look she had when I caught her sleeping with Ashton. She was petrified, she was heart broken, she knew she was in the wrong. I guess this was the moment in time when the universe is telling us to stop trying. To stop thinking we’d ever make it as a couple, it was all a fantasy, a dream that slowly was turning into a nightmare. 

I wouldn’t have ever called this love, if love hurt this bad.

Omg ok so obviously this is a sorta cliff hanger so if y’all want a part 6, request it! Also read my other stories in my masterlist and await the next part of Gotta Go My Own Way! :)

(With Heart)

Member: Kim Jongin
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           There was a city full of people all with the same face. That was the only thing you could remember from your dream. They moved like city people move and talked like city people talk, but no matter which direction they moved in, that face, multiplied by the hundreds, always followed you.

           A thin shudder worked its way up your back and you hunched your shoulders in. You would need to buy another sweater today.

           Although only a little over an hour from civilization proper, it felt as if nothing existed beyond this place. When you first arrived, the newspaper at the grocer’s was six days behind; now, two weeks later, it still laid there, the words made indistinct by a veil of dust.

           There was no local newspaper. Announcements were posted on the Town Hall bulletin board. The birth of a grandchild. A thirty-year anniversary. A party for the New Year. The announcements only went as far back as the beginning of the month. As if that was the origin of time. Another month would probably see those announcements vanished, a casualty to be remembered only with vague nostalgia for a time ill-recalled.

           But truthfully, even the bulletin board was redundant. As you pulled on your boots and tied up the laces, you thought, This is how the news travels around here. It sticks to the bottom of shoe soles and if you looked closely enough, you could follow its traces in the shadowy exchange of speculative glances. A tree of a thousand branches originates from a single seed.

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anonymous asked:

Tell us how you keep so fit. Do you follow a specific diet?

I play tennis 3-5 times a week and lift weights 2-3 times a week. I have no secret trick or secret diet. Pretty much every lifting routine that you could find on Reddit will work if you follow it consistently. If you have money hire a trainer, they are too expensive for my taste. My current routine is an upper / lower body split based largely around compound lifts like benching and squatting with bar bells and not so much on machines.

For diet I’m not perfect but I try to minimize the junk food and added sugar sodas and eat home cooked meals most of the time. Last night I had grilled chicken with rice and tomato salad flavored with Braggs. This morning I had coffee + eggs and bacon. Lunch will probably be a smoothie with pineapple, banana, coconut flavored whey protein, and almond milk. I’m addicted to hard sourdough pretzels, but my ultimate weakness is pizza with ham. Yum. I make bad foods choices when I drink. I love tacos and burritos. And bagels. Yes I Fucking love bagels!!!

Easy poor student sandwich maker recipe.

Sandwich makers with removable plates are really versatile tools for people without the proper cooking equipment or energy/time required to cook. They’re compact little appliances that you fill with ingredients, close for a few minutes, and open to a hot meal. They seal the sides of a sandwich to keep all of the fillings inside, like an Uncrustable. If you don’t have a sandwich maker, you can make this recipe on the stove, just fry each side of the sandwich like you would for a grilled cheese, but it won’t seal the insides so be careful when eating with some of the variations.


  • egg
  • slice of american cheese (or any type of cheese you have on hand, soy cheese for those with restricted diets)
  • salt and pepper
  • water (or milk)
  • turkey bacon (or really any type of meat)
  • sandwich bread



  1. Heat up sandwich maker with the triangular plates.
  2. Place bacon or other meat on it to cook for a few minutes.
  3. Whisk egg with salt, pepper, and a tablespoon of water as if you were making scrambled eggs.
  4. Dip one side of each slice of bread in the egg mixture.
  5. Remove bacon from plates.
  6. Place one slice egg side down on the hot plates.
  7. Tear up bacon and place on top with cheese.
  8. Top with second piece of bread, egg side up.
  9. Close sandwich maker and let it cook for 5-7 minutes until golden brown.
  10. Enjoy.

Tip: if you have extra egg, pour it in one of the dips of the sandwich maker, close the lid, and cook it for 3-ish minutes. You’ll have a nice fluffy side of eggs!


Bread dipped in egg is a great addition to any sandwich because you hardly taste it but it adds more texture and protein. Here are some other things you can fill the egg-bread with, in order from less to more energy needed to cook them.

  • just plain american cheese or cheddar (grilled cheese)
  • peanut butter and jelly
  • jam
  • nutella
  • diced canned fruits like peaches
  • honey and canned fruit
  • canned pie filling
  • nutella and banana
  • nutella and mini-marshmallows (s'mores!)
  • no filling, just dip both sides of the bread in egg, cook as usual, and sprinkle with powdered sugar once cooled (french toast)
  • fried or scrambled egg (egg-ception)
  • fried or scrambled egg with bacon or another meat and hashbrowns (straight up breakfast)
  • cooked ground beef and cheese (hamburger)
  • cooked ground beef, taco seasoning, and shredded cheese - dip in salsa (tacos)

The possibilities are endless!

Love You Anyhow

Title: Love You Anyhow

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Words: 3,655

Summary: Benny finds reader injured after a hunt only for her to discover that he is a vampire. After bandaging her up and making her breakfast, the two realize they aren’t so different after all. But love and a hunter’s life aren’t exactly a good combination.

Prompt: “Please, point your gun at me if it helps you relax.” for the SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge.

Warnings: Reader is had some bad injuries. Sad themes. Suggested character death.

A/N: This broke my heart to write… Sorry. 3

“I’m never going to know you now

But I’m going to love you anyhow”

- Waltz #2, Elliott Smith

Love You Anyhow

You swayed on your feet, feeling both dizzy and numb before your body sagged to the floor. Your legs had given up trying to support you and let you crumple down in a heap among the bodies you’d left scattered there. Blood was seeping through several wounds, particularly a deep gash on the side of your stomach and you couldn’t be certain that there were no broken bones. Chest heaving with exertion, you tried to drag yourself from the barn and back to your car where you had a first aid kit.

“I thought I heard some commotion in here” a deep Southern drawl announced from the doorway.

Feeling panicked you reached for your gun, the fatigue and blood loss weighed heavily on you and made the actions stiff and laboured. The figure ran towards you regardless, dropping down beside you and hesitating before touching you.

“Hang in there, Sug. Let me help you up” they said before slowly helping you to your feet.

Stars danced before your eyes as you stood, leaning heavily against the man that was supporting you. Whether he didn’t notice the bodies littered around you or chose to ignore them you couldn’t be sure, but you were grateful for the help regardless.

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Day 16: During their Morning Ritual (Dazushi)

Notes: I’ll probably never post on time. Sorry. Anyways, I know we already had a lot of Dazushi, but once I saw this prompt, none other pairing would leave my mind.

~ Dreamer

Waking up by soft kisses on his lips, was nothing new for Atsushi.

It happened every morning around the same time, and once he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of brown, warm and yet somehow distant ones – by now, he was sure they would always be distant, no matter what. After blushing a bit like always, he would snuggle closer to the warm comfort of his lover’s arms. They would lay so for a while, Dazai’s face hidden in his white, messy chopped hair, accompanied by the quiet breathing of his lover and the sound of their beating hearts.

Half an hour later, Atsushi would finally gather the energy to stand up and leave the warmth behind, so he could drag himself into the bathroom to take a warm, soothing shower. Only minutes later, he would feel arms warp around his waist, knowing Dazai followed him in. While it was mostly because Dazai liked to be near him all the time, Atsushi knew for a fact, that used the warm water to wake himself up. Yes, Dazai was the first to wake up. Around 2-3 in the morning. No matter how much his lover wanted to hid it, Atsushi saw the bags, concealed by make-up, beneath his eyes and the occasional closing of his eyes for some seconds. It was easy to see behind Dazai’s mask, once you knew when and where to look.

After dressing themselves for work, Atsushi would drag Dazai into the kitchen and seat him on chair, ignoring the usual winning of his lover.

“You’re my pillow, Atsushi-kun~” or “Don’t leave my side, or I might die of loneliness!”

Then he would procced to make them a simple breakfast, consisting of eggs, bacon and fresh bread with some coffee, mostly for his lover, and tea. Atsushi didn’t like the bitter taste of coffee very much, so whenever he drank it, Dazai knew immediately, that something was wrong.

They would eat and Dazai would finish as first, then he would lay his head onto Atsushi’s shoulder and hum some melody, until Atsushi finished. After that Atsushi left everything in the sink, knowing he would have the afternoon to wash the dishes. After that both would, even though Dazai unwilling, walk their way to the agency, so that they could begin their work.

Baby Makes Three: A Throne of Glass Series Short Story

My birthday was uneventful. I didn’t keep my goal of publishing three stories this week(oops). But I really enjoyed writing this one and I’m excited where this is going.

Hope you all like it:)

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the Queen of the lands Terrasen and Doranelle, exceptional cards player, and wife to Rowan Whitethorn felt like a whale. She had been feeling like this for quite some time now as she was currently six and a half months pregnant. 

It took some getting used to, watching her stomach grow seemingly every day. Some morning, sometimes even in the afternoons she’d be feeling so ill she’d be fit to do nothing but stay in bed and wish Rowan were by her side. She had been able to catch up on her reading and sleep, at least whilst bedridden. 

And she had the best nurse and all of history. Rowan, since learning about her pregnancy, had barely allowed her to lift a finger. He was the embodiment of a doting husband as he was always asking if she was okay, if she needed anything to eat. When she was vomiting he was right there, holding back her hair and then helping her back to bed. 

At first, it was a bit frustrating and she had to tell him that she was still capable of doing things. That he needn’t do everything for her. He did let up, even if it was by a hair and Rowan’s ever present worrying and care-taking eventually grew on her. The two were unanimous in the fact that they were both anxious and excited at the arrival of their son or daughter. Later on in the month, Rowan and Aelin were planning on going shopping for the nursery. They had been taking classes as gods knew neither of them were ready to care for a child or knew the slightest things about how to in the first place.

Aelin was currently sat out on their back porch, Rowan in the kitchen that was attached to it. She was lain on the hammock, legs propped up and crossed, a book balancing on her stomach as she ate grapes straight from the vine.

“Do you want anything to eat?” Rowan asked, grabbing ingredients from the pantries and fridge. What a silly question. Ever since she became pregnant Aelin’s appetite had grown tenfold.

She popped another grape into her mouth and said, “I could go for some waffles. Oooh and maybe some bacon and eggs. Do you think we’ve got any hot chocolate?” 

Rowan chuckled but replied, “I believe so. Would you like anything else?” Aelin breathed in deeply, setting aside her book and arose from her comfortable place to join him in the kitchen. She sat down on one of the stools at the bar, propping her elbows up on the countertop.

She had to admit that it was both amusing and heartwarming to see Rowan making her breakfast. He struggled with it a bit at first, never having actually cooked in a kitchen with utensils and such but eventually he grew to like it. They discovered that he truly had a real knack for cooking.

“Mmm…some fresh fruit, please?” Rowan turned from the stove and leaned across the countertop. Their lips met in a tender kiss and he kissed her brow before smiling.

“I’m surprised the other nations of Erilea can continue their trades what with all the goods we’ve been importing from them.”

She hit his arm playfully. “Oh hush. There’s a growing boy in here. He needs all the nutrients he can get.”

Rowan chuckled once before turning back to the stove where the food was currently cooking. “Still think it’s a boy, yeah?” Aelin’s eyebrows rose. 

“Of course. You still think it’s a girl?”

“As sure as my name is Rowan Whitethorn.”

“Well we’ll see once he arrives,” she emphasized.

“Yes, I suppose we’ll see once she does.” 

“You know,” Aelin says as Rowan finishes dishing the bacon and eggs on a plate. “Aedion’s really excited about becoming an uncle. I think he and Lysandra are planning a baby shower.”

“Knowing how much time those two have been spending together lately, I bet they’ve been doing much more than just planning your baby shower.”
Aelin bit down on her lower lip. 

“You really think they may have feelings for each other?”

Rowan shrugged, taking his place beside her. The smell of waffles, bacon, fruit, eggs, and hot chocolate made Aelin’s mouth water and her stomach grumble. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until this feast was set before her.

“I think it’s a possibility,” he answered.

“Well if they are together, I’m happy for them. Gods know if anyone deserves a good man it’s Lysandra.”

“They’ll certainly keep each other on their toes.” Aelin shoveled some waffle in her mouth and nearly moaned. The taste was heavenly.

“You mean much like you and I do?” She said through a mouthful of bacon. Rowan laughed and nodded.

“Yes. Very much like you and I.” He leaned over, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.

Aelin gasped, causing Rowan to draw back and eyes dilate in fear. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“He kicked! Feel it! Put your hands right here.” She took his gargantuan hands in hers and placed them on different spots on her stomach. They waited a few moments. Nothing happened. “Try talking to him. He likes when you do that.”
Rowan bent his head down so that he was level with Aelin’s swollen belly. 

“Hello, my future daughter, much to your mother’s dismay.” He looked up at Aelin and winked. “Things are going pretty well out here. We’re all excited to meet you.”

Almost immediately, Aelin felt powerful little kicks in her abdomen. Rowan gasped, looking up at her with wide eyes. “She did it! She kicked! She’s gonna be strong and brave just like her parents.”

“Oh really?” She smirked.

“Yep. And she’ll learn how to wield a sword from her uncle and be a pro at it by the time she’s three.” Aedion Ashryver entered the kitchen, a smile illuminating his face. 

“Aedion. I wasn’t expecting you to stop by,” Aelin says as they greet each other with a hug.

“What’s up cousin? How’s my niece doing?” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh no. Not you too.”

“I keep telling him it’s a boy. My nephew is going to be very offended once he finds out you all thought he was a girl all throughout his mother’s pregnancy.” Lysandra flounced in just a few moments after Aedion’s arrival.

“So what have you two been up to today?” Rowan asked.

“Nothing much.” Aedion swiped a few pieces of bacon off a plate. “Mostly just seeing the town a bit. It’s a really beautiful day outside.”

“Yeah. Aedion and I were planning on going to the festival tonight. You two should come with us.”

“We’d love to! I could definitely use some getting out of the house.” Aelin smiled.

“Uh, Aelin are you sure it won’t—”

“Rowan, I love you. But I swear if you say something about me not being able to go because I’m pregnant I swear I will use whatever strength is in me to hurl you across this room.”

Rowan smiled warmly at her, an glint of amusement in his pine green eyes. He took both her hands and raised them to his lips.

That was the only answer they needed.

~End of Part 1~

wonho; it’s a pity

❝the real gem is you, darling
►1660 words // scenario, @aethalen​ ily
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The New Princess - chapter 8

Pairing: Dean x reader, modern prince!Dean AU

Summary: You look exactly like the princess of Genieve who is promised to marry the prince of your country, Prince Dean. But what happens if the princess doesn’t want to marry him and meets you, her look-a-like?

Words: 3000ish

Warnings: none

Betas: Thanks to @loveitsallineed and @dr-dean for being awesome betas and helping me with the storyline!

A/N: I just started my second year at university a week ago, so I won’t have as much time to write as I used to. I’ll try to upload 1 chapter each week, but I can’t promise anything, sorry!
(And I have never been to a spa so I have no idea if this is correct at all!)
A/N 2: My tag list is seriously getting out of control so with pain in my heart, I’m closing my tag list for The New Princess for good. I don’t like saying no to you guys, but it’s starting to become a little too much. Sorry. People who are getting tagged right now, will remain tagged, don’t worry!

P.S. I hope my tags are working, if not, please tell me :)

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

You groaned in annoyance as you heard Charlie and Jo calling out for you, their fists knocking on your bedroom door. You were tired and just wanted to sleep, even if it was just for five more minutes, but that was unaccounted for the girls outside your room. With a heaviness in your limbs, you dragged yourself out of bed and pulled open the door to let them in. 

“Good morning,” both of them greeted you cheerfully. A grumble of what had to resemble a good morning was all they got in return. You were so not ready for this day. Who knew what they had planned for you now. You couldn’t handle another day filled with paparazzi and meetings and wedding arrangements. You used to think royals sat on their lazy asses all day, but four days in and you were already exhausted.

“Let’s get you ready for another wonderful day,” the red head exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. At least one of us is excited, you thought bitterly. 

“And what does this wonderful day bring?” you tried to mimic her bubbly energy and Jo chuckled at your attempt

“A spa day,” Charlie grinned, clapping her hands together. 

“Relaxing, massages, mud wraps, bubble baths, facials,” the blonde summed up as she stared into the distance. You snapped her out of her daydream and had to admit those things did sound wonderful, your morning mood vanishing rapidly. You had never been to a spa before, but were excited to finally try it out. You could use some relaxation. 

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Everything i need

Imagine being Chibs Old Lady and waking up next to him. 

Originally posted by everydayyhustle

As the sun shine came through the window, and the bed grew hotter, Chibs turned around a couple of times, before groaning under his pillow and opening his eyes, with a sigh. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he got up in his elbows, watching around the living room. 

It was pretty much the same you both left it last night. After an amazing dinner, some quality time watching movies and drinking whiskey, you both were too tired to have sex at the end of the night. So you both cuddled in bed, naked, watching the ceiling and talking about everything; anything, he just wanted to hear your voice. He came back from the run last night, a good three days without each other, and you had missed him so much. But he missed you more. 

He stared at you, admiring your messed up hair, the locks and strand everywhere near your face. He liked how much you managed to always make it look exactly how he liked it, and how it always smelled like strawberry. After that, he looked down, your peaceful face right in front of him, he traced your jawline with a shaky finger, making you frown a little and your sleep and shift around. Chibs smiled and looked down. Your naked, sleepy figure still amazed him. 

3 years into your relationship and every time he made love to you, it felt like back in 2013, shaky hands on the back of the SAMCRO clubhouse, becoming one with the darkness of all of it. The way you both were so nervous, even thought it wasnt your first time, even thought none of you were a virgin. The white sheets covering your body, you had a glow that made you look like an angel. He smirked to himself. He was the underdog, who finally got the girl. 

Because with all the shit going on in his life, you were all he could ask for. You were there, not asking questions, washing the blood off his clothes, making weird chores, like getting him some whiskey at 4AM, or going to lockdowns, forgetting about your job and yourself for days, just to take care of someone else’s kid, to care about strangers as if they were a family. 

Every Son asked the Gods to put their life at ease, so the girls wanted to stay with you. Chibs asked someone to look at the storm coming toward him, and instead of running away like Tara, or loosing their mind like Donna, took his hand, and say “This is going to be ugly; But i’m staying.” 

That was you.

And he was so happy, that he had found his ride or die. 

He got up, looking around for his jeans and a black wife beater, lying on the ground, and barefoot advanced to the living room, getting lost for a few hours.

Two hours later you woke up the a presence near you. Before opening your eyes, you reached out, hoping to find your boyfriend’s  body but the cold space of the bed greeted you. You got up, not caring about the sheet slipping, leavin you completely naked. You blinked, smiling as you saw what was in front of you. 

“Morning, beautiful”. This cheesy old man. You thought to yourself when you saw him carrying a tray with fresh eggs and bacon, orange juice with vodka and fresh fruit. You laughed a little as you saw him walk towards you with shaky legs, trying to keep everything in place. 

“Old man.” You greeted, as he placed the tray on your lap. Smiling up at him like a dork, you grabbed his cheek and pulled him to you, pressing a soft peck on your lips, feeling and tasting his smile towards yours. 

This is it. She’s the one. He thought. He knew he was in love, he knew you were the last girl he would kiss in his whole life. 

You catched him staring and smiled at him, chewing the heavy breakfast. He smiled back at you, something different in his eyes. He sipped from his coffee, looking down for a few seconds then back to you.

“You want anything?” you asked, pointing at the plate in your lap.

He shook his head, smirking.

“No love-” he said. “I got everything i need.” 

Early Morning Comforts

A/N: A freezerburn and ladybug comm… to be honest, this one kinda got more serious than I meant it to? But hey, we all need some comforting after v3.

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Lilac eyes shoot open as Yang gasps and claws her way towards full consciousness.

The fires of long-finished battles fade from her mind, taking home in the arm she no longer possesses.

Rubbing her shoulder seems to quell the phantom pains somewhat, and she shakes her head, expelling the all too vivid memories of battles she’d been reliving in her dreams from the forefront of her mind.

Familiar surroundings help with that… even as dim as the room is in the early morning light, she instantly recognizes it as her own… and her wife’s.

The last dregs of the anxiousness that comes with combat leave her when she instinctively turns to check on Weiss.

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*faceplants on the ground, nauseous from a birthday breakfast my supervisor thoughtfully got me, which was terrible, absolutely fucking awful, oh god why did I eat it anyway*

See this is why I have grown to just not like my birthdays. People try but I end up massively disappointed every time.

…aaand I think I had the realization where even the idea of platonic marrying makes my skin squirm. Because inevitably the people getting me stuff for my birthday/Christmas who see me every day end up doing it terribly and I have to smile and act like I love it to keep the peace, and oh god this is why my best holidays are where I fuck off and do my own thing, isn’t it?

Like ‘cause people try, but they try in the way where when asked I say 'donuts’ and instead I get a bacon egg and cheese thing where the bacon tastes more like beef jerky and I can literally feel the sugar granules in it, and then get nauseous.


you can leave your hat antlers on // a lock yourself out christmas drabble

Knock knock knock.


Knock knock knock.


Knock knock knock.

Paulie groaned into her pillow and rolled onto her back, a lot sleepy and a little grumpy.


Knock knock knock.

Slowly, she came to her senses and it registered with her who the person on the other side of the door was. There was only one person who called her baby and while it usually made her heart flutter and her knees weak, now it made her blood boil. She had wanted to sleep the day away and now that plan was out the window.

Okay, she was definitely more than a little grumpy.

Reluctantly, she disentangled herself from the sheets that had been wrapped around her body like a cocoon and stumbled towards her door. She opened it in one swift motion and glared at Harry who was stood there with antlers on his head and a bright smile on his face.

He had got to be kidding.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he greeted.

“I hate you.”

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Up10tion as Breakfast

Jinhoo: Sunnyside up eggs and toast -b/c whats better than that?

Kuhn: Rice, bacon, hashbrown, and toast -a manly breakfast you can’t actually finish but it was all an act

Kogyeol: omelet with ham, cheese, and spinach -a great breakfast but you go around all day with spinach unknowingly stuck in your teeth

Wei: honey bunches of oats -at first it tastes good but later you’re like WOAH I GOTTA GO TO THE BATHROOM lots of regret

Bitto: chocolate chip muffin -nice, warm, makes you feel good, no regrets

Wooshin: the cheap microwaveable french toast -it looks and smells delicious but when you bite into it you regret it.

Sunyoul: jimmy dean breakfast -b/c you gotta start your day right

Gyujin: frosted flakes -not the healthy breakfast you planned to eat, but the one you actually end up eatting

Hwanhee: pancakes and syrup -can be eaten on its own but it also goes really well with

Xiao: strawberries and whipped cream -best served with pancakes but on its own is good too.

Fanfiction - Beauchamp Riots (Part I)

This will be a short multiparter, hopefully of the cute and funny variety. I’m expecting it to be four to five parts. It’s a Modern AU and a giant departure from canon, so there’s that. So, without further delay I leave you with “Beauchamp Riots”, Part I! <3

Part I – Pretzel Logic

I met Jamie five years ago.

That’s one thousand eight hundred and twenty six days, give or take. More than forty thousand hours of mutual knowledge.

One would think it would have been enough for me to realize it sooner, before I was plunged into this shattering mess – but I didn’t. Perhaps I was lying, even to myself. Maybe, I was just too scared of ruining that precious and delicate thing, which I kept close to my heart – so close as to be inside it.

I was sitting at my local pub, a glass of strong whiskey placed in front of me, a lively reminder that I was supposed to be drinking and forgetting. I could barely see a damned thing – warm tears kept flooding my eyes, uninvited. I could hear masculine voices at distance, somewhere in the periphery of the constricted world I had built for myself, laughing and teasing about a disputed dart game. I raised the glass and took a long sip, darkly thinking about shooting darts at a figure that looked very much like my fiancé – no, not anymore! – Frank Randall.

But darts were just too good for him, the womanizer and conniving sod, for making me act like a heartbroken little woman. I almost smiled then, enthralled with the sudden vision of him, plunged in honey and chased by a hive, with his balls dangling in immediate and grave peril. I was still satisfyingly immersed in my vendetta when he came to sit next to me.

What I discovered afterwards is that Jamie Fraser is a gentleman. He could have been born in a castle in the eighteenth century and go about prancing his sword, ruling with an equal measure of grace and effortlessness. And like any other knight – well, I guess by then knights weren’t a thing anymore, but I digress – he couldn’t tolerate a damsel in distress. Not even one with wild hair, grubby scrubs and the breath of an ancient dragon.

“Is something amiss, lass?” He asked in a deep voice, soft and comforting as velvet, so much so I immediately craved to curl up inside it. He hesitated, his long fingers playing with the rim of his glass. Whiskey – neat, of course – filled the glass almost to the brim. “I’m sorry to meddle, but I’ve been watching ye and was that wee bit worried ye would drown inside that drink.”

“If I do,” I replied, ruefully. “Do not resuscitate me.”

He raised his eyebrows and moved to sit closer to me on the booth. I noticed then how his hair seemed like a perfect blend of auburn, roan, cinnabar and copper; how his eyes were a dark blue, slightly slanted, framed by long lashes – dark at the tips, but a pale blonde at the roots – in a degrade that seemed unfairly glamorous for such a small piece of hair.

“Ye dinna strike me as the quitting type.” He said in a conspiratorial tone, smiling. “More like the type that goes down swinging. Am I wrong?”

“You’re not – usually.” A hiccup escaped my lips – I was a little sloshed after a couple of hours of lonely drinking at my pity party. “But it turns out that being cheated on really reveals the worst in you.”

He brushed his jaw with his fingers in a thoughtful manner.

“Even the worst in ye doesn’t seem that terrible to me, lass.” He said at last and raised his glass before he drank down. I watched in fascination his Adam’s apple bobbing, feeling thirsty for more than beverage. When his eyes met mine, I blushed and almost overturned my drink with my elbow, feeling wildly inappropriate – five minutes of being single and I was already lusting over some Scottish stranger?

“Please, don’t waste your night babysitting me.” I pleaded, patting my hair – by then my curls looked like the hybrid offspring of a lunatic sheep and a cupcake on steroids. “I’ll be perfectly fine, really. Just need to sleep – probably a couple of years will be enough.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be.” He said softly and waved to his mates, grabbing jackets and tossing rumpled pound bills to the table, signalling that he was staying. “So, let’s hear it.” - And then noticing my surprised look. - “Ye need to get it out of yer chest. Just tell me how terrible he was, inconsiderate and flawed, and then ye can begin to heal.”

We talked for hours that first night together. When the pub closed we moved our conversation to the square and, before we parted, we had breakfast by the river- ate buttery scrambled eggs and crispy bacon that tasted like ambrosia. I poured my heart out and Jamie was there to catch every beating fragment.

For some time I thought we would transition into something more. I was acutely aware of him - the way he moved his shoulders when he was a bit uncomfortable; the salty smell of his skin when I met him at the gym; the capacity he had for hiding his thoughts behind a mask – how he chose not to wear it with me. When his eyes met mine I tended to loose simple skills.

Sometimes I would catch him looking intently at me, fire behind his eyes. Sitting beside him on my couch devouring chocolate ice-cream, I knew I could have his mouth tasting the sweetness hidden on my lips, if only I dared to say a word. When we went to dinner together, occasionally I would wear a flirty dress, wishing to see his mischievous half-smile, to feel his hand on the small of my back, lingering there as a promise.

But I was broken and Jamie knew it since that first night. Eventually the moment passed and we grew more accustomed to each other – we reached an unspoken agreement that what we had was so precious, that neither of us wanted to ruin it by trying to explore the romantic possibilities. We were each other’s bastion – the bestest of friends.

Ultimately he started dating her. I tolerated her mildly – tried my best to act with grace, like a solid and long-time wife that looks with bored amusement to the youngster plotting to take her place. I knew of every argument, tiff and complain – how exasperated Jamie frequently was, when faced with her tantrums and wilful side. Clearly, not an auspicious future.

We were at the pub, as per usual on Fridays, sitting on our booth, when he told me. When everything changed.

“I have something to tell ye, Sassenach.” He hawked. “Ye ken that Geneva and I have been seeing each other for some months…”

“Not likely I would forget.” I rolled my eyes, munching some pretzels. “What is it, then? Is it over? Because let me tell you that…”

“I asked her to marry me.” He whispered in a hoarse voice, avoiding my glare. “And she accepted.”

I thought I would die right there and then – if from a broken heart or choked by a pretzel, I couldn’t say. My airway became constricted, as if someone had stuck a thick branch through my nose, and I coughed violently. Jamie leaned over to rub my back in a soothing way and I almost fainted, the mixture of oxygen deprivation and shock combining to numb my brain.

“What do you mean?” I eventually gasped, cleaning the moisture from my eyes with a paper napkin.

“Well, ye ken how it is.” Jamie shrugged, looking calm and – defiant? “Seemed like the natural step going forward.”

“You can’t go two seconds without wanting to tear each other’s throats!” I said, irritated. “And now you want to put a ring on it?”

“She loves me, Claire.” He looked serious and decided. “And I want to be happy. I think I deserve that – don’t ye?”

My brain – still reeling from the almost pretzel-induced-coma, managed to clasp itself like a clam into his words “She loves me.” – not “I love her”. DAMN YOU, JAMES FRASER.

“Did you really think about it?” I babbled, trying to gain time by taking multiple sips of water. “It’s a big commitment.”

“I did.” Jamie grabbed my hand, resting on the table, and entwined our fingers. I wanted to open his fingers and brush them on my face, to kiss the hot flesh of his thumb – to read the lines of destiny on the palm of his hand and tell him that they would always lead straight to me. “I really want yer support on this, a nighean. Will ye be my best woman?”

I almost screamed then, from pain and frustration. Was he being purposely hurtful and maleficent? Or was he just blind to the blow he was delivering me? Could he really not know?

“Of course.” I heard a small voice answer and it must have been mine, because he smiled and brushed a curl away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “So are you thinking maybe two years from now? A long and happy engagement?” I gave my best to appear nonchalant, but hope dripped from my words, like poison from a wound.

“Actually,” He furrowed his eyebrows and – again – avoided my eyes. “Geneva was verra adamant that she doesna want to wait long. We’re setting the date for six weeks from now.”

I thought I was dying again, but this time there wasn’t a pretzel within sight – the snap could only be from my decaying heart.

“Six weeks!” I laughed nervously and it came out as a high-pitch sound from a banshee. “Better get started on my tux, then!”

“Thank ye, Sassenach.” Jamie kissed my cheek, his lips quivering against my heated flesh. “I couldna do it without ye. To have ye by my side is….everything I could ever wish for.”

I personally could think of a billion things a man about to be married should wish more than to have his best friend standing guard at the altar, from spending time with his bride to a scalding wedding-night – but found dark solace in the notion.

I twisted and turned in bed that night, sleepless. Tried every possible strategy – from visualizing peaceful beaches with golden sands, to counting livestock, to replaying inside my head my last repairment of an aortic aneurism. I stared at the ceiling, thinking that there was no greater injustice, than finding the love of your life while you are losing it.

Tears prickled my eyes and I allowed them to run freely. There, in the darkness of my bedroom, I finally accepted that I was in love with Jamie. I could be jealous of the woman that was robbing me my friend; I could be afraid of missing the huge place I had in his life – but I had to admit that I wanted so much more. Deep down I always assumed we were taking our time until we came together, inexorably, once we realized that forever was the only option for us.

But now the future, that once seemed inevitable, was slipping away. I had waited too long – enough for the wheels of destiny to begin to spin.

I had to take control back. I had to fight for Jamie.

I had a plan.