12x16 “Ladies Drink Free” “Don’t tell me how to do my job.”
Well this is why hopefully the BritMoL will bite themselves in the a** at some point soon, because though they may deem themselves so much smarter, so much better, like so many other people before they underestimate Dean. And Dean knows how to turn that into a strong suit. He knows his job, he knows how to read people, he can call bluff and bullshit on almost anyone, so him calling Mick out in this moment showed crystal clear that Dean is lightyears out of Mick’s or the BritMoL’s league. And that conversation proved something else too. Mick is a follower, not a leader. He clearly is afraid of the “old men” who gave him his orders (yes, it’s really all the big parallel to Heaven as a I talked about so often) and you can see how he starts to question if what he did was right. Who knows, maybe the Winchesters will have a positive effect on him after all, cause the other way around, there really isn’t much for them to learn from them. Just look at Dean here, the level of self reflection - he is the most grown up person on the show whil still managing to be a kid heart. He can question himself, can admit when he’s wrong, when he has to call defeat, but he won’t back down for someone else’s bullshit. Bless him that he won’t! People are more than labels and the same way monsters aren’t monstrous just because that’s what life has attached to them. Dean knows that and learnt that in his own evolution. It’s the choices we make that matter, what our heart tells us, not what is written on the bumper sticker, not what the code demands. And if there is one last thing this conversation surely set up like little else before: In the end Mary may be the one ending up alone, burying her two children, but unlike Ben’s and Hayden’s (damn, I liked Eden better lol) mom (unless further down the line in the episode it will be revealed she is involved too somehow, I haven’t watched the full episode yet, if so just scartch the last sentence), she won’t be free of blame or responsibility. Because in the end it was her who started it when she made a deal with Azazel and it seems she didn’t learn a damn thing, because in some fashion she made a deal with the BritMoL too…
“Lucy Dragneel….Lucy…Dragneel.” The pink haired man pondered as he rolled around the carpet of his beloved soon to be wife.
“Having fun there?” The a teasing voice spoke from within her kitchen, watching as her fiance played with the name.
Natsu sighed before finally letting out a frustrated groan.
He sat up then, twiddling with the golden band around his finger before looking up at his angel.
An angel that wore very baggy pink pajamas, fuzzy slippers, and an impressively tangled bed head. However, with that warm smile and those two cups of hot cocoa she held, all he saw was perfection.
Extending her arm to give him the cup, Natsu happily accepted.
“Not really.” He sighed, realizing the affect of his words as he saw Lucy retract from his hand.
“Are you…are you having second thoughts Natsu?” She said softly, eyes wide with panic and worry.
He sprang to his feet, enveloping his love before she could have time to think.
“Nonononononono goD no Luce-” he murmured out, showering her with kisses of reassurance.
She began smiling again before playfully pushing him away as she sat down on her couch.
“Good- I was just about to kick you out.” She winked before a taking a long sip of her chocolate.
Natsu sighed, taking his seat beside her as he pulled her legs atop of his.
Both now comfortable and content, she pressed on.
“So why aRE you mumbling Lucy Dragneel like some evil mantra.” She asked, poking him with her toe.
His eyes glanced at her foot, then slowly up her body did they finally meet her face.
Soft, sweet, and caring. Thats all he could think.
Her big brown eyes always followed his move, watching and thinking, with kind glances and heart wrenching stares. However, when she was angry or passionate, the brown would set a blaze into a fiery hazel that burned whoever challenged her.
Her lips were soft, and kissable, yet spewed nagging words and powerful messages to contrast it sweet facade.
Everything about her was so familiar, and when Natsu saw her, all he could ever think was home.
All he could ever think about was….mom.
“Nastu?” Her voice brought him back from his trance, and reminded him where he was, and where he would never be again.
“Sorry…it’s just…the name.” He spoke finally.
“Lucy Dragneel?” She said, almost as if she were testing it herself.
“Yeah. It doesn’t role off the tongue…and Heartfilia just suits you too well.” He said, thinking of how truthful her last name was to her as a person.
“Yeah….we’re a legacy…the Heartfilias. Best darn Celestial Wizards in the world~” She nudged.
“Exactly. It seems…wrong for you to not have that name.” He said, eyes wondering once more.“
The room was then filled with silence. Not an awkward silence, nor a comfortable one, but a concentrated silence. A silence where they were in deep thought, until-
“Natsu Heartfilia.” She said.
Natsu’s eyes widened, snapping his head toward Lucy.
“I kind of like it. It rolls nicely.” She shrugged, taking another sip from her hot coco.
Her eyes wandered over to the silent, and almost shocked Natsu, so she put her cup down in hopes to calm him.
She removed her feet from his lap and she leaned in closer. Carefully, she intertwined their fingers and nuzzled her head into his neck before speaking once more.
“I know you never really knew them…and that name may seem like the only thing you have left, but they will alway be here…no matter what name you have.” She said, placing her other hand over his heart.
He watched her with wonderment, with absolute adoration, and overall awe at how she was so much like her.
She giggled a little more, now toying with his scarf.
“It’s funny…this keeps you close to Igneel, and it keeps me close to Anna….” She said softly.
Without saying another word, Natsu slowly began unwrapping his scarf from his neck as Lucy watched with curiosity.
He gently wound it around Lucy, and with a quick tug, planted his lips against hers.
Lucy melted right away, feeling overwhelming warmth from her hot cocoa, her hot fiance, and the fire dragon scaled scarf. Over all, she was very very cozy.
She let out a dreamy sigh as he pulled away, yet still keeping his forehead planted to hers.
“I love you so much, Lucy Heartfilia.” He breathed softly.
“I love you too…” She paused, booping his nose before cracking a smile.
(Although, the idea
did come from an Anon. Thanks Anon!)
Summary: Jerome is
snooping through y/n’s drawers one day, and he finds a bottle of what he thinks
are pills. He finds her and begins to tell her how perfect her mind is.
Need to know: Y/n and
Jerome are a couple.
Warnings: Mild language.
When the bed shifts as y/n gets up, Jerome opens one eye, just
enough to peek at her as she shuffles across the room. His eyes open more fully
as he sits up.
“Where ya goin’?” He mutters, his voice still rough from
sleep. Y/n glances over at him, smiling widely. Jerome’s gaze rakes her body, a
smile slipping onto his face. In his sleepy state he can’t comprehend much, so
he laughs softly as he tries to gather his thoughts. “Come back here…lay down
for a while longer, y/n.” He rolls over onto his back, closing his eyes. “We
could snuggle for a whil-” His sentence is cut off by the sound of the door
slamming shut. He lets out a long sigh as he rolls over again, staring
longingly at the door. The sound of another door opening, and then the
showering turning on. He sits up slowly, taking his time as he gets out of bed,
walking over to his dresser. Jerome grabs a plain grey T-shirt and throws it on
quickly, pulling a pair of black sweatpants on over his boxers. He arches his
back, stretching slowly. Jerome stares at the door again, wishing that y/n
would be done with her shower already so he could be near her again.
But, he quickly snaps out of his thoughts as his eyes land
on a small, white bottle half-hidden on her side of the bed, sitting in the
cabinet. He walks over quickly. As he reaches out to grab the cabinet door, his
foot catches on the rug. He tips forward, grabbing at the cabinet’s handle. His
hand slams into and he closes his eyes briefly as he crashes to the ground, his
heart pounding wildly in his chest. His head tilts to the side as his eyes
open, and he gets a sideways view of the small white bottle. It lays on its
side on the floor, the cap half undone, the small, cylindrical pills peeking
out from the darkness of the bottle. Jerome’s gaze widens as he reaches out,
grabbing it angrily.
Just then, y/n bursts into the room, her wet hair hanging
down and dripping all over, wetting the front of her grey tank top. Her gaze
falls down to the scene in her front of her, and she covers her mouth,
attempting to hide her laughter. Jerome stands up quickly.
“What the hell are
these y/n?!” He shouts, shaking the bottle. Some of the small pills fly out of
the bottle and scatter across the carpet. Y/n’s eyes widen slightly.
“Jerome, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not what it looks
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He growls. He
moves forward quickly. “Listen to me kitten; you, you are perfect. But what you’re doing right now, taking these pills…” He
shakes his head. “You’re being like them.
And they are all prisoners. What
everyone else calls sanity, that’s just a prison in their minds. This prison,
it stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant, absurd machine! Wake up, y/n! Why would you want to be a cog? What
happened to you? I thought you wanted to be free like me.” Jerome shakes his
head angrily. “To do this to yourself, that’s dumb as hell y/n! You’re perfect the way you are, you’re wonderful. There’s
not a damn thing you need to change about yourself.” He moves forward and sets
the pills on the bedside table. Jerome puts one hand on y/n’s waist, and the
other on her face. He pulls her closer to him and stares down at her, pushing a
strand of her h/c hair out of her face. “You’re wonderful, kitten. You’re the
best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he caresses her face and places a soft
kiss on her nose. “Your mind…” Jerome close his eyes and inhales deeply. “Your
mind is the most beautiful thing about you. Why would you want to change that?
You shouldn’t want to change that, y/n!” He opens his eyes and stares at her. “Promise
me, promise me you’ll stop taking them. If you love me y/n, if you love me promise
me. Promise me you won’t destroy your mind, promise me you won’t just
conform to everyone else.”
“Jerome…” A small laugh escapes y/n’s lips, although she is
trying to be as serious as possible.
“You think this is funny?” Jerome snarls, moving over to the
bed side table quickly and picking up the bottle. “This isn’t funny, kitten, I
“Jerome! Those are vitamins,” she interrupts him, covering
her mouth to suppress her giggles. Jerome’s mouth falls open as he stares at
her in shock.
“No.” He breathes.
“Yes,” y/n laughs
and moves forward, taking one out and popping it in his mouth. A repulsed look
crosses Jerome’s face, and then it slowly shifts to confusion. “Jerome…they’re vitamins.
Gummy vitamins. I could see how you
could mistake them for pills-that is what the look like- but I’m not taking any
sort of medicine like that.” Jerome backs away from her, giving her the stink
eye as he chews the vitamin. “Oh, come on
Jerome, don’t be like that.” She moves forward to hug him and he crosses his
arms, lifts his head up, and turns around, all the while still chewing the
gummy. Y/n moves to stand in front of him, placing her hand on her shoulder. “Jerome…”
He finishes chewing and swallows roughly.
“Who the hell buys
vitamins that look like real medicine?”
“They were pink, and smelled like strawberries.”
“So?” Jerome scoffs,
narrowing his eyes. “I can’t believe you
let me get so worked up. You could’ve said something, y/n. You could’ve told me
“I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” she laughs and
shakes her head. “I am sorry Jerome, but you have to admit: you overreacted.”
Jerome gasps loudly and places a hand over his heart. “Kitten,”
he mumbles, leaning down and kissing her cheek. His facial expression loses all
of his anger from before. He pulls y/n to him, kissing her forehead. “I’m
sorry, kitten.” He mumbles. “I was worried.” She smiles.
“I know, Jerome. I’m not angry.” He stands up straight, and
“Well I’m still bitter that you just let me ramble on.” With
that, he turns around and bounces out the door.
Honestly I can't wait for some kind of reveal for Nessa and Oliver, like Nessa telling her parents that she's in love with him or something (a by choice reveal), 'cause people are gonna be so confused or even outraged and I can honestly see Oliver just being like "B)" to all of it
the day of her decision has arrived. all of the people gathered are of importance, all looking up to where nessa stands, dressed in some overly pompous frill of skirts and ribbons and she takes a deep breath, says “i’ve made my choice.”
and u can hear a pin drop the tension is so silent and tight in this room.
“it’s duke oliver messer” she says
oliver is sitting in th e back w/ his hands behind his head, and he’s grinning. “she picked me bitches,” he says. “y’all thought i wasn’t shit. look whose laughin now, mother fuckers.”
nessa sighs dreamily as oliver stands and comes to her side. everyone stares in abject shock. he slings his arm around her neck and points a finger gun at the audience before they walk out together.
I’m back to really late updates so sorry but I have to prioritise uni work, thank you all for being so understanding and waiting patiently :) xx
The sun rose, bathing Feyre’s room in sunlight but Feyre had already been up for hours. She had been tossing and turning all night feeling guilty as hell.
She had kissed Rhysand. Even worse, she had liked kissing Rhysand.
No matter how hard she thought back, Feyre couldn’t figure out when things had changed between them. She refused to believe those feelings had been there all along because that would make her even more of a cheating douchebag.
Her and Tamlin weren’t even officially broken up. Well Feyre assumed that was how Tamlin was judging the situation, due to his eager text back at 1am that morning when Feyre had asked to meet for lunch.
They had agreed to meet at a small restaurant for lunch, not far from the coffee shop. Mor and Amren would be waiting outside, while the boys would stay at the store, just the sight of Rhysand might set Tamlin off.
Feyre did her best with makeup to hide the dark bags under her eyes and added some blush to give her pale face colour.
Hopefully after today Feyre wouldn’t have to deal with Tamlin. If she was lucky. But that didn’t change how she felt for Rhys. Or how recently she had been broken up with Tamlin.
It wasn’t about what others would think of her for moving on so quickly, it was the way it made Feyre’s stomach knot up and made her legs feel leaden with guilt. She would have to talk to Rhys. Maybe if she just got some space, she could sort her head out and if the feelings were still there… then what? Rhys had never shied away from hiding how he found her attractive, the constant flirting was proof of that. But had he ever really said he was interested in more than a basic flirting? Feyre didn’t think so.
Arranging her hair into something not resembling a bird’s nest anymore, Feyre headed downstairs to find Mor.
Mor was cooking alone in the kitchen when Feyre found her.
“Hey sleepyhead, get home a bit late last night did we?” Mor said with a wink.
Trying to sound as bored and casual as possible Feyre said, “I kissed Rhys last night.”
Mor dropped the wooden spoon she had been using to stir scrambled eggs in a pan.
“Let me at least put some coffee on before you say anything of interest first.”
“…You’re not mad?”
“Of course I’m mad. I bet Cassian you two would hook up in two weeks. You’ve just lost me $50. Don’t suppose you wanna keep this from Cassian for a few days?”
Feyre laughed a bit giddy with relief. “He may have seen us, so no can do. It doesn’t matter anyway.”
Mor froze and gazed at her curiously, “Oh?” Was all she said though.
“I don’t think it meant anything.”
An odd look flashed across Mor’s face. Her face turned grim before she turned back to stirring the pan. “What makes you say that? Something Rhys said?”
“No it’s not that it’s just… it’s Rhys. He flirts with everyone.”
“He used to.” Mor’s voice sounded tight.
“I’m still technically with Tamlin anyway.” Feyre again tried to sound casual, unbothered.
“Feyre, everyone around her knew that was over the second you ended up in hospital by his hand.”
“It’s been days Mor! It’s too soon for me to already be with someone else.”
Mor turned back to stare Feyre down. “If you need space that’s fine. But Rhys needs to be told that too. You can’t lead him on.”
Feyre had rarely heard Mor sound so stern.
“We’re just fooling around. Rhys has never mentioned wanting anything more.”
“Okay Feyre. But please… don’t hurt him.”
Feyre arrived with Mor and Amren at the shop first to meet the others. One of the other workers waved at them a bit shyly from behind the counter as they arrived.
Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel were already sitting at one of the back tables with coffees. As they approached, Feyre could feel Rhys’s eyes trying to meet hers but she refused to raise her eyes. A faint blush crept along her cheeks as she tried to ignore a wave of heat under his gaze that spread throughout her whole body.
“How are you feeling Feyre?” Azriel asked.
“It’s not too late to back out.” Cassian added.
But Feyre shook her head. “I’m fine. Just want to get this over with.”
“We’ll be here if you need us.” Rhys said, trying to get her to look at him.
She risked him a small smile and held his stare for half a second, before looking away.
“Feyre, a word please?” Rhys said, standing to usher her towards the front of the store.
When they were alone, and Rhys had glared at his friends until they at least were less inconspicuous about their efforts to listen in, Rhys reached out a hand to grasp Feyre’s arm gently.
“Is that why you won’t look at me?”
Feyre made an effort to stare down his violet gaze. Her sickening guilt changing into something with more steel.
“I can’t do this right now.”
“Do what? The meeting with Tamlin?”
“No. This. Us.”
The warmth behind Rhys’s eyes winked out like stars, replaced with a cold, icy stare. He withdrew his hand from her arm.
“Us?” He gritted out.
“Yes. Whatever this is, I can’t. It’s too soon. I’m seeing Tamlin today! He thinks we never even broke up.”
Rhys’s voice was unusually flat and without feeling as he said, “I understand that things have gone quickly and I’m sorry if that was my fault. We can go back to being just friends.”
A small traitorous part of Feyre cried out at the suggestion.
“Flirting with you was a fun distraction but I understand now that, that’s all you wanted.” Rhys added.
Feyre went to reassure him, say anything that would take away the hurt look behind his eyes but Rhys turned away swiftly and went back to his friends, leaving Feyre feeling somehow more guilty than she had before.
Feyre was early for the lunch. She wanted to already be sitting down when Tamlin arrived so she would have an excuse not to get up and hug him, as she knew he would try to do.
She had been ripping apart a napkin when she saw Tamlin walk inside, followed by Lucien. Lucien nodded at her and went to take a seat at a table further away to give them some privacy.
Tamlin stopped before her wearing his typical business suit. He was smiling warmly at her but Feyre refused to return one back, as she also refused to stand when he held his hands out to her.
“Sit down Tamlin.” She said coldly.
Tamlin had the good sense to look a little unnerved as he sat down opposite her.
“It’s good to see you Feyre. I’ve missed yo-”
“Don’t. Just don’t. I need to talk to you Tamlin, and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
Tamlin’s smiled vanished as he brought his hands onto the table to fold them together.
“I’m sorry but I’m not coming back. Not after what you did.”
“Feyre I never meant to hurt you. Ever. I’m so sorry it’s come to this, but you have to forgive me.”
“I don’t have to do anything. I asked you here to tell you that we’re over but I also need to talk to you about something el-”
“Did he put you up to this?” Tamlin interrupted quietly.
“Rhysand.” Tamlin spat.
“No, this was my decision. And you owe him an apology.”
“What?” He snarled.
“Tamlin you put him in hospital! Set part of his house on fire.”
“Because he kidnapped you Feyre! I was terrified for you.”
“Just do me a favour and not do anything for me ever again. You could’ve hurt a lot of people. And that’s why I can’t be with you anymore. I love you Tamlin but you also hurt me. I need more freedom than you could ever give me.”
Tamlin’s jaw was clenching and unclenching as he tried to control his temper.
“Feyre.” He said softly. “I need you. I’ll change. I can be better. You just need to stop talking to Rhys.”
Feyre’s temper flared dangerously. “Stop bringing him into this! It has nothing to do with him.”
“Tell me what I can do to make this up to you Feyre.” Tamlin begged making Feyre feel sick.
“… there is one thing.”
“What is it Feyre?”
“I need you to pull out of your deal with Hybern.”
Tamlin looked visibly confused so Feyre continued, “He’s going to build a factory, it’s going to make a lot of Illyrian’s very sick, they could die Tamlin. We have to stop it from happening.”
Tamlin’s face went dark. “He put you up to this didn’t he?”
Feyre had to stop herself from slapping him.
“He didn’t have to. The second I heard about Hybern’s plan I knew I had to stop him. This isn’t about us, or Rhys, it’s about saving a bunch of innocent people. How could you have ever agreed to this?”
“I only recently agreed.” He said gravely.
“Hybern said he would make sure the Illyrians would be gone, including Rhysand.”
“Tamlin you have to take it back. Do you really think that forcing an entire community to leave their homes would make me come running back to you?”
“I would do anything to keep you by my side.”
Feyre was mortified. “Then back out of the deal.”
“Only if you come home.”
“I can’t do that.” Feyre said shaking her head.
“Then the plan goes ahead. You can stop it though, if you just come home.”
“I’m already home.” Feyre said and rose to leave.
Tamlin immediately stood up too, Lucien on the other side of the room mirrored him with a worried glance.
“You will let me leave without causing a scene or you will be sorry Tamlin.” Feyre said, glaring down at the hand he had used to grip her to him by her arm.
People began glancing at them concernedly. Some began whispering to each other.
A waitress approached them looking sternly at Tamlin. Clearing her throat she said loudly, “Mam is there a problem?”
Feyre smiled sweetly at her, “Not at all. Two of my friends are waiting outside, would you be able to tell them to come inside please?”
The waitress hurried outside to where Feyre hoped she would find Amren and Mor.
“Unless you want them to call the cops, I’d suggest you take your hand off me.” Feyre hissed quietly at Tamlin.
Feyre began to mildly panic when Tamlin still showed no sign of letting her go. Thankfully Lucien appeared behind him and placed a strong hand on his shoulder.
“Tam we should go. People are beginning to recognise who you are.”
Tamlin looked like he would do no such thing when Mor breezed past him. She expertly twisted Feyre so Tamlin’s hand was removed while she wrapped an arm around Feyre, steering her towards the door.
“There you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you, we’ll be late if we don’t hurry” She said as she ushered Feyre out the door.
When Feyre looked back, Lucien had a strong grip on a very surprised looking Tamlin. Amren held the door open with the waitress as Feyre was quickly escorted out.
consider: andreil cuddling. like maybe not rly cuddling but they're watching a movie and theyre entwined. maybe the foxes walk in on them. possibly nicky cries
this is not what you asked for at all buddy, apologies my guy. I present to you nicky hemmick being the ultimate example andriel trash. also, heads up, i am nicky hemmick.
neil and andrew aren’t stupid, they’re aware of the effect they have on nicky.
andrew was always a bit iffy about the topic of Nicky’s fangirl like obession with the two of them, where as it amused neil a whole lot.
on the day where it all starts, all the foxes are in columbia and for some reason andrew & neil decide to go for a walk, but kevin and nicky feel the need to join in (translation: cockblock, ofc nicky isn’t doing this on purpose)
so neil and andrew are walking next to each-other, and andrew is feeling very possessive after an incident at eden’s twilight where someone decided grinding on neil was a good idea
he’s being extra touchy!!
it’s not much, but andrew starts to touch neil’s arm, running his hand up and down his wrist idly, inching his fingers under the sleeves of neil’s faded baggy sweater and rubbing his thumb in soft little circles on to his skin.
neil let’s out a little hum of appreciation and the next thing they all hear is a small voice saying ‘oh my god’ and a loud thump
what do u know nicky was watching the whole interaction and got so distracted by the two of them he walked in to a freaKIn’ pole
this has been the closest andrew has been to feeling like he could actually start laughing since he got off his meds and neil is doubled over, even kevin is chuckling low under his breath.
nicky is annoyed but is more like “guys u can not do stuff like that in front of me, it’s not fair” he doesn’t even care that a lump the size of russia is now forming on his forehead, he’s more like i can not belieBe these two, doing cute shit in front of me, who gave them the right
so andrew and neil decide then and there that their new aim in life will be to play with nicky hemmick’s emotions until he gets himself in to compromising situations.
which is why neil sees his perfect opportunity when they’re all at matt’s dorm and watching movies, and nicky,this bitch
nicky is drinking a fucking greensmoothie™.
andrew and neil are lowkey about to kick someone when nicky walks in holding it bc a)green smoothie ?? and b) to a movie night rlly??
and they both have a ding! moment right there and they know what their goal is tonight
so they set off
first, neil starts to lean his head on andrew’s shoulder, feigning a yawn every now and then
(andrew is like damn neil and the cute act is affecting me much more than i thought it would, keep your cool minyard keep your cool)
nicky is looking at them every now and then, stopping to stare for a few more seconds when andrew throws his arm around neil and pulls him in closer
but nicky can do this, he can, he tells himself this at least
but when neil’s head is in andrew’s lap and andrew is subtly and idly stroking his hair with a dead but inconspicuously mischievous expression on his face,
nicky yelps a little bit but masks it with a cough, the rest of the foxes are either laughing because they’re all paying attention to the situation or, if you are aaron minyard you are sighing at your weirdo family members.
but what andrew does next is the game changer, he makes eye contact with nicky (the little shit) and leans down and gives neil the tiniest forehead kiss
(this kiss is cute, im talking sleepy neil drowning in an oversized sweater, ANDREw’s oversized sweater, and in his boyfriend’s lap and his boyfriend is obviously endeared and gives him a totally unnecessary, soft, kiss to the forehead cute)
the series of events from this moment go like this; 1. nicky hemmick choking on his green smoothie 2. nicky hemmick spilling his green smoothie all over his shirt 3. nicky hemmick almost crying
the foxes can not stop laughing, matt and dan are being elderly and looking at neil and andrew in appreciation and allison is recording everything like‘ cmon NICKY, nicky, TELL us what you did, tell the camera how you spilt your green smoothie every where because you are an actual teenage girl,”
Oh God, it’s Little Things. Okay. Just be cool. Don’t look at Harry…Fuck everyone is sitting down. Just squat. Yeah, like that…Shit this is uncomfortable.
Smooth. Much bet-oh God. Harry’s singing. Don’t look at-
Just don’t look at Ha-for fuck’s sake. Fucking Liam’s huge dome is in the way. Okay, just casually shift up a bit.
Nice. Nailed it. And now jus-holy shit he’s staring right at me. Jesus. Christ. He’s staring right. At me. Be fuckin cool, Harry! Maybe if I blink at him a couple times rapid fire he’ll get the message.
Okay he’s still staring at me. And I think he just winked. Maybe he thought I was trying to wink? May-oh fuck, I have to sing…Just don’t stare at him whil-did he just say HIS LITTLE THINGS?! You fucking little shi-
“I’ve just just let these little things slip out of my mouth,”
Oh my God he looks beauti-FUCK! I’m staring right at him. We are singing and staring. What a right pair of creepers. Look away. Look away now-oh God he’s so beautifullllook. Away. Now.
“-it’s you they add up to.”
Yeah, look over there at all the people. I think this went well. Just nod to the music, look at the boys…Is Zayn singing to me or Liam? Why does everyone lose their chill to this song?…Harry looks happy. And beauti-FUCK.
494 calories per grilled cheese (2 slices + cheese) 5g (net) carbs, 45g Fat, 10g Protein
Ingredients (make 2 grilled cheese -4 slices-)
300g riced cauliflower
100g grated cheese (I used Edam but mozzarella or cheddar would work as well)
2 slices of preferred cheese (I used emmental)
Dash of Himalayan salt and pepper
Olive oil for the frying pan
Optional - 20g wholegrain mustard
Optional - 2g Psyllium Husk Power (helps with binding)
You’ll need a large frying pan and an oven tray. Heat the oven to 200c and line the tray with baking paper
In a bowl mix the cauliflower, eggs, grated cheese and then add the salt and pepper, and optional mustard and psyllium. you might have to mix the “dough” with your hands.
Pour two tablespoons of dough per corner on the oven tray then flatten it whil haping it in sort of a square/toast like form.
Oven bake for about 30 minutes or until slightly browning on the top.
remove from oven tray and put olive oil in frying pan, then fry 2 slices at a time on both sides before adding a slice of cheese on one slice and the topping it with the second slice. let melt for about a minute then trasfer to a plate and repeat with the remaining slices.
Note: as much as Delish makes it look easy on their video DO NOT believe for a second than just 2 eggs and frying in a pan will be enough for the slices to stick together, baking them is the best way to get as close as possible to an actual grilled cheese sandwich.