dry pancakes

The Bet (Grayson)


You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you trudged along the cool tile of the Dolan household kitchen. You opened up the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice, careful not to make too much noise. You hadn’t got much sleep the night prior and Grayson was the only one to blame. He had woken you up in the middle of the night, hornier than ever, and you had no choice but to give in knowing that he would keep bugging you until you caved. You ended up fucking for hours with so many orgasms you could hardly breathe afterwards.

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Sundays with Tom

Category: Bullet points including short stories

Warning(s): Fluff, hint of Smut

A/N: Hiya everyone, since bullet points started to come back I decided to join the bullet point crew™. It’s also really short and it took me 10 minutes to write all of this so dont expect anything big. Hope Y'all had/have a lovely day xx


  • Waking up next to Tom 

Feeling the sunbeams dancing against you coloured skin when the first ray peaked through the blinds, hearing next to you Tom’s light snores with his mouth slightly gapped, his breathing steady and peaceful.

  • Laying for countless hours in bed and just talk

“You know what I just realised?”, Tom’s raspy morning voice filled my ears when I heard him lightly shift over to my side, facing me. You shook your head with a smile tugging on your lips as you waited for the thing he just realised. “Your Stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.”

  • Taking a walk together with Tessa before deciding on breakfast

The familiar jingling of Tessa’s Tag and the beautiful singing of the birds in the forest gave you the last shot of peace. Feeling the breeze of cold Londoner autumn air swaying past you while hearing the delightful laughter of your beautiful boyfriend.

  • Cooking together

“No, No it says three eggs!”, Tom protests in his high-pitched voice as you cracked four eggs into the huge bowl that was filled with the dry ingredients for the pancake you both wanted to make. But you still didn’t care about what the recipe website told you to do; you always used four eggs for pancakes and nothing or nobody could change that.

  • Eating Breakfast

“There’s definitely too much egg.”, and he was so damn right, the pancake tasted like raw egg and too much butter, the only delicious thing about them was the maple syrup that you squirted on in heaps. 

  • Watching a movie

You and Tom always had a huge discussion about which movie you are gonna watch, Tom would love to watch Captain America; Civil War but you would love to watch Passengers. The reason why you stopped liking to watch Marvel movies was that Tom was way too excited to not tell you what happened after the scene or even what happened behind the scenes.

  • Boredom

After minutes into watching Mazer Runner, we both started to feel the thin line of distraction rising between you and him, realising that you know the dialogue by heart. Groaning when you saw Tom eating a bag of chips while his eyes were glued to the TV Screen, not even paying any attention that he sometimes missed the hole of chips package.

  • PDA

Everything just started out with soft neck kissed until you got tugged onto Tom’s lap and he pressed sloppy kisses onto your already plumped sucked lips while his hands were groping your butt and his other hand started to massage your breasts, moaning with pleasure against his lips.

  • The Sex

Soft moans were leaving your lips as you felt his shaft brushing against your G-spot with every thrust he set, your hands were tugging on the roots of his hair while his pace got dashing and rough. His lips all over your neck giving you deep blue bruises that you have to cover up for the next few days.

  • Cuddle session

“I missed that so much.”, Tom whispered against your hair, pressing his chest against your back while wrapping his arms securely around you finally feeling home.


Vegan Pumpkin Spice Pancakes :)



½ package Bob’s Red Mill Paleo Baking Flour

1 tsp baking soda

Pinch of sea salt


2 flax eggs (2 tbsp flaxseed, 6 tbsp water, allow time to thicken)

2 tsp vanilla extract

2 tsp maple syrup

1 tbsp coconut oil

½ cup water

½ cup Almond Dream Pumpkin Spice Almond Milk


Fresh fruit of choice

Cacao nibs to taste

Pumpkin spice glaze (maple syrup, pumpkin spice)



1. Mix wet and dry ingredients in a large bowl, adding water to thin batter as needed.

2. Cook pancakes in coconut oil over medium heat.

3. Garnish on plate.

4. Enjoy!

(Inspired by Paleo Baking Flour pancake recipe)

Lazy Sunday (Scott Lang x Reader)

Request: Could I request something with Scott Lang? something super chill, just like hanging out/anything fluffy

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1,278

Warnings: None (unless you count fluff)

A/N: Here you go! I really enjoyed writing this, I just love Scott Lang. Well, I hope you like it, so enjoy!

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Eyes fluttering open, you slowly open your eyes. Bright sunlight fills the small bedroom, casting a warm glow onto everything it touches. Staring up at the soft white ceiling, you let out a peaceful sigh, stretching your aching limbs. You move to sit up but feel a heavy arm around your waist pull you back down to the comfy bed without effort. Laughing as you fall back onto the fluffy pillow, the same arm tugs you into the chest that it is attached to. Smiling to yourself, you turn onto your side as you look at the man who has just wrapped his other arm around you.

“Scott, c’mon, it’s ten,” You laugh, trying to push away from the groggy man beside you. Letting out a small groan, he tightens his grip on you as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You feel the light scruff along his jaw tickle you a bit, causing you to smile as your hand goes up to his brown locks. 

Placing a gentle kiss onto your neck, he sighs out happily. “(Y/N), it’s not ten, it is nine-forty-nine, thank you very much. So, that means I get to cuddle with you for another eleven minutes before we have to get up.”

Casually rolling your eyes at him, you continue to card your fingers through his messy hair. “Yes, that is true, but don’t you want pancakes?” You ask as you stop your movements. Scott abruptly sits up as he gazes down at you.

Your pancakes?” He lazily asked as he grinned down at you. 

“Well, of course,”

“God, I love you,” Scott breathed out as he leaned down to capture your lips in his. Smiling at the feeling of his warm lips against yours, you hold his face in your hands just as he swings a leg over your body. Scott, smiling cheekily into the kiss, began to move his lips towards your jaw. Laughing lightly at his antics, you grab a handful of his hair and lightly tug him backwards. 

“Hey, I thought you wanted pancakes?” You playfully ask as he grins lazily back at you. 

“I do, but I’d like to have my girlfriend, first,” He replies. There was a brief pause of silence before you burst into laughter. Your laughter causes his as he falls back onto the mattress, clutching his sides. Gently wiping a tear from laughter, he looks over to you. “I ruined the moment, didn’t I?”

“Just a bit. Now, c’mon, you can help me cook,” You answer, grinning as you stand up from the bed. Walking out towards the hallway, you look back at your boyfriend. “You coming?”

“Sure, sure,” He responds as he walks lightly towards you. Taking your hand in his, the two of you began to make your ways down towards the kitchen. Reaching down into the cupboards, you begin to pull out a bowl for mixing as Scott grabs the necessary ingredients. Placing the griddle onto to stove, you began to mix the ingredients into the bowl. Looking over your shoulder, you notice Scott sitting down at the table, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey,” You call out, “I thought I was going to have help?”

“I thought I did help?”

“Oh, no, mister. You are still helping me with this,” You respond as you carefully ladle some batter onto the hot griddle. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist, you smile as he places his chin onto your shoulder. 

“Okay, what should I do?”

“Flip that pancake for me,” You simply say. Feeling him freeze around you, you turn around in his arms with an eyebrow quirked. “What? Can’t do it?” You teasingly ask. Seeing determination cross his face, he releases you as he grabs the spatula.

“Piece of cake,” He cockily replies. Standing back, you watch as he attempts to flip the pancake. He hesitates as the spatula slides underneath the pancake. 

Smirking, you speak up. “Sure you can do it?”

“Shush, I’ve got this. I’ve made pancakes for Cassie a bunch of times,” He replies. Taking in a deep breath, you watch the muscles in his arm work together as they move upward. Flinging the spatula up, your eyes go wide as the pancake goes flying into the air. The pancake stops as it sticks to the ceiling. Both of you stare up at the pancake on the ceiling, just as it falls down. It lands on Scott’s face with a big splat!

Looking back at you, you see the pancake slide down the side of his face towards the floor. A moment of silence passes once more as the two of you stare at each other before falling to the ground in a fit of laughter. 

“I thought you’ve made pancakes before?!” You joyfully shout as you wipe a stray tear from your face. 

“I have!” Scott retorts as he stands up from the ground. Reaching out a hand for you, he gently tugs you back up onto your feet. “All you had to do though was put them in a toaster and that was it!”

Laughing lightly, you began to ladle on another pancake onto the griddle. “Remind me to never let you cook for yourself again,” You say as you expertly flip the pancake. 

“Whatever,” Scott grumbles as he cleans up the mess he made. Soon enough the two of you had a stack of dry-wall free pancakes before you. Hungrily digging in, the two of you don’t stop until the stack is gone.

“They were delicious, (Y/N), thank you,” Scott says as he grabs your resting hand on the table. Looking up at him, he gives you a small smile as his thumb traces patterns onto the back of your hand. 

“You’re welcome,” You reply as he gently brings your hand up to his lips. Feeling a wave of warmth flow through your body, you bashfully look down at the table. Feeling him smile against your hands, he pushes his chair back as he stands up from the table.

“C’mon, I’ll do the dishes and then we can cuddle on the couch and watch Netflix. How’s that sound?” He asks as you make your way towards him. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you bury your face into his chest as you breath in his scent. 

“That sounds amazing,” You breathe out as you pull away from him. Looking up into his blue eyes, you smile at him. Leaning into him once more, your lips gently graze over his teasingly. As you pull back, his arms tighten around you. 

“Ah-ah-ah,” He teases. “You missed.” Grinning at him, you begin to lean into him once more. Thinking that you are going to kiss him, his eyes flutter close as he leans in as well. Just as you were about to kiss him, you change course as you lean towards his ear.

“If you finish the dishes without breaking anything, then you will get your kiss,” You playfully whisper into his ear. Hearing him groan, you smile to yourself as you feel him gently peck your cheek.

“Fine, but once I’m done and after I don’t break anything, then you are all mine, got it?” He playfully asks as his arms drop from your waist. 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” You respond as he makes his way back into the kitchen. Looking over his shoulder, he sends a wink towards you causing you to giggle. Blowing a kiss back to him, you turn on your heels as you make your way towards the couch to set up Netflix. 

Sometimes, you just have to have a lazy Sunday with the man you love.

The Little Secret

TITLE: The Little Secret


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Tomxfather / TomxActor

GENRE: fluff / romance / 

FIC SUMMARY: Tom’s son spills a secret.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: IT’S BEEN SO FREAKING LONG SINCE I WROTE A TOM HIDDLESTON FAN FICTION LOL. I honestly wrote this one because I liked the idea very much and I’m rusty and everything but please enjoy and let me know if you like it. 

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Nightmares - Draco Malfoy

Request: First of all, you’re writing is great! Second of all, may I request a scenario/imagine where Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend gets terrible nightmares and he has to calm her down? xx  ((Anon))

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares. Being panicked. Torture (bit descriptive).

A/n: Thank you for liking my writing!

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling


Bellatrix stands over you, a dagger in her hand, a wicked smile on her lips as she cackles. Draco stands behind his mother, eyes cold, face blank as he stares at you as if you mean nothing to him. You cry out for him and try to reach your hands towards him but they’re tied down.

“Draco, come, finish her off.” Bellatrix gives the dagger to Draco and he steps in front of you.

“Please don’t do this,” You look up at him, crying and afraid, “Please, Draco, don’t do this.”

He presses the cold blade to your throat and you take a deep breath.

“Please, I love you, please don’t-!”

Draco!” You sit upright in your bed, on hand reached out and the other one on your neck. Draco was sitting across from you, his hand on your shoulder and a worried look on his face.

“I’m here, I’m right here.” You look wildly around you at the room you shared with Draco. It was barely dawn.

“Bellatrix- she was- and then you- and I- you killed me.” He frowns and pulls you into a hug.

“It was just a nightmare.” You shake in his arms, afraid and hopeless feeling.

It wasn’t the dying part that hurt you the most, it was that you knew Draco loved you, and that killing you was just going to turn him even more into a dark and twisted person that he never wanted to be. His eyes were so cold, colder than the blade he had pressed to your neck, colder and more wicked than the laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange.

“I love you.” Your hands had balled his pajama shirt in your fist as you held him.

“I love you so much.” You had no idea you were speaking until Draco was answering you.

“I love you too, of course I do.” He pulls out of the hug and wipes away your tears.

“Come on, it’s morning, and it’s a Saturday. We’ll make pancakes.” He stands up and offers you his hand. You take it and soon your walking behind him to the kitchen of your apartment in Diagon Alley.

You make hot cocoa, it was winter after all, as he starts to mix water in with the dry pancake batter from the box. Every time you have a nightmare you always find yourself thinking about him and you, your differences as well as you similarities. He was raised a wizard, he never knew anything different, but you were raised by muggles, and magic had always been a fairytale. You met in Diagon Alley when you were eleven, Draco was with his father, and when Lucius called you a mudblood you had no idea what it meant but your parents kept you far from him from that point on.

In fourth year you and Pansy Parkinson got in a fight. You both got sententious for a week. She looked worse than you did, you broke her nose, bruised her cheek, and ripped about half her head of hair out. It was a fist fight, not a duel with wands, because you had said to her that cowards only hid behind wands. You only had a bruise and cut on your cheek. A cut you still had the scar from. Draco never got in fights, he was the poster child of family image.

In year six you weren’t in school. Bellatrix had captured you and had been trying to get information out of you via torture for months until you saw Draco again. He saved your life, and at the same time he admitted to having a crush on you. Which was shocking, to say the least.
Now, you were both adults, Draco was making pancakes on a Saturday and you were drinking hot cocoa. He no longer held the fortune of his family, only a shortened version of it that a distant cousin of his left behind for anyone who left the family, but none of that mattered to either of you. You worked in the Ministry, Muggle-Artifacts section, and Draco worked as an Auror. You worked with Mr. Weasley, who would carry a message from Mrs. Weasley that would insist you coming over for dinner at least once a week.

“Mrs. Weasley wants us to come over tonight for dinner.” Draco says, which doesn’t surprise you. But you figured that tonight you could actually go, no point in refusing twice in a row.
“We should go, it’ll do us some good to change our schedules.”

It was true, for two young adults you were pretty boring. Draco would wake up with you, you’d drink coffee and tea at the breakfast bar, he’d leave a half an hour before you, and you’d get dressed before heading for the Ministry. You come home, exhausted, ready for a shower. You’d flick on the radio, listen to the news and some quidditch updates, order dinner, and take a nap on the couch. Draco would come home with the food, having picked it up on his way home, he’d wake you, you’d eat together, discuss your days, and then you’d go to bed. It was dull, and boring, and you really both needed to get out much more. So a dinner at the Weasley’s sounded pretty great.

“Sounds great, but what should we do until then?” Draco sets a plate with a pancake on it in front of you and you start to eat.

“Do a little shopping? I’ve been meaning to get a few potion ingredients, we need groceries, and I’ve been wanting to stop by Florish and Blotts, the Prophet says they’ve got a few new books in, and maybe we could go out into London and visit this new shop that just opened.” Draco listens quietly across from you, chewing on his pancake and nodding.

“Sounds like a plan.”

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 26

Originally posted by jeffreydeanmorgantrash

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 26

Blake blinked open her eyes groggily, and gave a small moan of tiredness.

Her body felt stiff and her still aching ribs felt like they had only got worse overnight, but despite this, Blake felt wholly alive.

As though over the space of a few hours and a good rest later, she felt like a new person. The weight of the world having been lifted from her shoulders.

And it had been.

For months on end, she had to live with the impending dread that she might get home…go back to her house in Alexandria to find David in an angry mood about nothing. Ready to take it out on her in any way he deemed fit.

But all that was over now. And as much as she was sure she was expected to be sad about his dismal demise…she wasn’t.

She felt, in a strange way, freer than she had in a long time.

But even so, as Blake brought herself up onto her elbows, bleary-eyed…giving a frown, suddenly remembering just where she was.

Blake was not back in her room on the third floor, but she was instead up here, in Negan’s quarters. On Negan’s bed…still in the heavy white bathrobe she had fallen asleep in.

Blake shifted around to peer at the spot next to her on the bed…but there was no sign of the tall, bearded Saviour in question.

Nothing but a small dusty imprint of where his boots had led across the pristine white bedsheets the previous evening.

Had he really slept beside her last night? With no hint of trying to goad her into having sex with him either?

That certainly was not something she had expected from the dangerous leader of the Saviours. Had she just imagined the whole thing? She wouldn’t have put it past herself in her exhausted state.

Blake rubbed at her eyes tiredly…and pulled herself up into a neat sitting position, looking around.

She was alone…the illumination from the window casting a bright white light on the room and on the empty sofa and armchairs across the large, open-plan space

In the daylight the room was far more modern that Blake first had thought, with grey walls, ornate lamps and large green plants littering the area. She gave a small sigh as she noticed Negan’s barbed-wire covered baseball bat lying abandoned on the coffee table….as if it were the most natural place in the world for it to belong.

The weapon she had partly used to end her boyfriend’s life not even twenty-four hours ago.

But before Blake could dwell on any of this further, the large oak door leading into the room suddenly swung open, and in stepped Negan…tall and looming, his usual black leather jacket shrugged easily over his sloping shoulders.

A wide grin slipped onto his face as he suddenly caught sight of her, sitting there on his bed.

“Well, mornin’ sunshine,” he said in a charmingly gruff voice, kicking the door closed behind him and strolling towards her.

He held out a plastic plate of hot food, as he arched his back, eyeing her, smirking.

“Thought you might be hungry…” he murmured in a low drawl.

Blake peered up at him for the first time properly, pulling her robe around herself just a little defensively, suddenly wholly aware that she was very, very naked beneath it.

But Negan, catching this, gave an immediate chuckle.

“Hey, don’ mind me. You wanna get your titties out in here, then be my guest,” he said in a teasing voice, causing Blake to scowl up at him, huffing.

“I wasn’t-” she started, before she narrowed her eyes and snatched the warm plate from his grasp. “Just…..shut up.”

Negan laughed loudly.

On the plate in Blake’s hand was a small stack of limp looking pancakes. But all the same, Blake hadn’t eaten since yesterday. And for the first time in a long time, she finally realised how much of appetite she actually had.

Six months of mistreatment and vile words would certainly do that to a girl.

She placed the plate down beside her on the bed and tore apart a piece of the dry pancake with her fingers.

“Now no getting’ crumbs on my bed, Doll-face,” said Negan pointing at her, in a voice of faux-warning. “An’ don’t think I’m fuckin’ jokin’!”

But Blake flashed him a frozen smile, as she placed a piece of pancake in her mouth.

It was dry and didn’t taste of much, but it was warm and surprisingly moreish.

“So…am I going to get breakfast in bed every day?” she asked in an innocent tone, after a couple of long moments of silence, raising her eyebrow up in the tall, dark-haired man’s direction, fiendishly.

Negan grinned, showing her a line of white teeth.

“Uh, do I look like a fucking servant to you?” he asked incredulously, placing a hand to his chest in a gesture of mock-defensiveness. “I mean, Jesus, Sweetheart. I try to be fucking nice, and you just take advantage.”

Blake chuckled, shifting her bare feet against the sheets below her, taking another bite of pancake.

A moment of long, drawn-out silence seemed to fall over the pair of them, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one.

Blake finished off the last of her plate of food, brushing the crumbs from the bed as Negan stared over at her grinning, his hands shoved into the pockets of his grey pants as he rocked back on his heels.

“So….” Blake finally uttered, her eyes flickering up to him after a second or two….looking a little tentative if truth be told.

She blinked her eyes, and cocked her head, giving Negan a small smile.

“…no coffee?”

At this Negan gave a whining laugh of approval.

“Well shit, Peaches,” said the tall, tanned saviour shaking his head and surveying her with twinkling eyes. “You are fucking lucky I have a soft spot for ya”

Negan pointed at her, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

And for the briefest of moments, Blake felt her breath catch momentarily in her throat. But she hurriedly pushed this feeling away.

“Look, I’ll get Laura to bring some up for you,” he said easily, stretching his back with a groan, his eyes still fixed to hers. “But in the meantime, Doll-face. If you wanna take another bath, I mean, I would be more than willin’ to join you for that one. I could even scrub your back for you….massage those aching shoulders of yours.”

But Blake rolled her eyes, smirking, and pushed herself from the bed.

“As tempting as that sounds,” she said smirking and getting to her feet. “I thiiink I’m all bath-ed out.”

Her tone was simpering and teasing, and she glanced up at Negan before bumping her shoulder with his as she sauntered past him.

“You can get Laura to bring that coffee to my room,” she finished, wrinkling her nose as she smiled up at Negan teasingly.

Blake was glad about all this….their pointless sniping at each other.

Acting as normal, as if yesterday had never happened.

Negan, of course, grinned back, giving a gentle huff, as Blake tied the robe tighter around herself and made to head out of the door, ready to make her way back to her own room, three floors and few hallways down.

But before she could reach the door, she felt Negan’s sudden hand reach out, grabbing her upper arm gently, stopping her in her tracks.

He had turned around and was stood beside her now, his face much more serious that it had been a second or two ago, his chocolate eyes boring into hers.

Blake gave a sudden, gulp the atmosphere in the room changing slightly.

“You sure you’re alright, Peaches?” asked Negan suddenly in a low voice. “Coz’ I mean, as badass as you were last night…you still fuckin’ killed your own fi-an-ceby feedin’ him to those dead pricks out there. An’ I know how much that type of thing can kinda screw with your head.”

Blake stared back at Negan for a long second before nodding.

She was ok.

In fact, she felt better than she had felt in a long, long time.

But did that mean she was over it? Now that she wasn’t quite sure of…

“I’m fine,” she said in a sudden quiet voice, reassuring him. “I just…”

There was something else she wanted to say, but she could not quite find the right words at this very moment.

But she gave another nod instead, her eyes drifting around the room. Looking anywhere but at Negan right now.

“…I think coffee would help.”

She wrinkled her nose again and grinned up at him once more.

That soft, mild and warm atmosphere filling the room once again as Negan smiled back, chuckling.

He gave an enormously sarcastic roll of his eyes.

“Alright, alright…” he said raising his hands in defeat. “One coffee comin’ right up, your Majesty.”

Blake bit her lip, turning on her heel and headed out of the door…

But what she didn’t see was Negan’s face stare after her as she left the room, a large admiring, devoted smirk, plastered across his long, bearded features, as he watched her go….still wearing his bathrobe as she went.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes later, that Blake, having just got showered, was stood in the corner of her room, doing up the last couple of buttons on her navy shirt.

She gave a sigh, glancing into the mirror, just as she had the day before…looking back at her hollow cheeks and her purple ringed eyes.

But today she could have sworn she looked fresher….felt more alive….

There was today, colour to those cheeks and after having a good night’s sleep, the bags beneath her eyes had all but disappeared.

But there was nothing that could be done about those bruises. No. It would take a few days for those, and her broken bones, to heal.

Blake was convinced she had done even more damage to her sprained wrist after using Lucille yesterday, so she planned this morning, to take a walk to see Dr Carson to check up on it.

She had all but completely forgotten about Negan’s promise of coffee when the door to her room was suddenly shoved open, and in walked the tall-dark haired Saviour himself.

He looked as haphazard and as thrown together as always, with legs that seemed far too long for him, a dazzling grin at his bearded face, and a knife at his belt.

“I thought you were sending Laura,” said Blake eyeing him suddenly, as her fingers danced cross her buttons, doing them up to her collarbone neatly, as Negan’s eyes, she was sure, lingered there for a long second.

He gave a sudden chuckle.

“Oh by all means, Doll-face,” he said ignoring her comment, and approaching her with that cocky walk of his. “Leave those buttons open…”

He almost groaned the words causing Blake to roll her eyes and tut as he stopped close to her, pressing a mug of hot black coffee into her hands.

She pursed her lips, staring up at him.

“In your dreams….errand boy….” she said in a mocking tone, taking the coffee cup and pushing suddenly past him, moving over to the large bureau which sat near to the window, and picking up a hairbrush. “Listen, shouldn’t you be out there…”

She shrugged giving a frown and taking a sip of her coffee, glancing back over at Negan.

“…I don’t know…..killing people and taking their shit or something? Isn’t that what you do.”

Negan marvelled at her, spinning around on his heel to face her, arching his back as he did so.

“Well, ok there Ms ‘I’ve got a taste for killing people now’,” he said in a loud, incredulous voice. But it might fuckin’ surprise you to know, that that is not in my regular day job.“

Blake cocked her head at him, narrowing her eyes.

"Really?” she uttered in a scathing voice of utter disbelief. “What is then? Bringing me coffee?”

She shot him a teasing look, raising both eyebrows in his direction, as she pulled the brush through her long damp hair, lifting the coffee cup to her lips again and taking a long sip.

But Negan just grinned back, his teeth gritted together.

“Listen, Peaches,” began the tall Saviour, moving over to her slowly, leaning his long face into hers, coming to stop just a breath away. “As much as you really got me goin’, using Lucille like that last night…you have gotta be careful usin’ that smart-mouth tone with me, because I cannot tell you how hard you are makin’ me right now.”

Blake pursed her lips, sensing the utter goading in his voice, as she stared up at him.

“Ugh…you’re despicable,” she uttered finally, shoving him away with her hand and moving away from him once again. “And I don’t have a taste for killing people, by the way.”

She stopped in her tracks.

“Last night…that was…different…” she uttered with a reassuring nod.

That was the truth. Or at least she hoped it was.

Although Blake still felt pretty shell-shocked about the whole thing. As though it hadn’t really hit her yet what had truly happened.

“Well, like I’ve said before,” said Negan strolling back across the room, his boots chinking as he went. “Remind me not to get on the wrong side of you, Doll.”

Blake glanced over at Negan to see him pointing back at her smirking.

She rolled her eyes.

“Listen, I’ve got to go and see Dr Carson,” she said taking a final sip of her coffee before placing it down on the nightstand beside her bed. “Why don’t you go bother someone else instead.”

“Ooh, buttercup,” said Negan wrinkling his nose, his tongue poking through his teeth. “Can I just say, I am thoroughly enjoyin’ our repertoire today.”

Blake tutted, moving over towards the door, giving a sigh.

“Was there anything else you actually wanted?” she said in a faux-tired voice, her eyes drifting back over towards the tall, dark-haired, intimidating Saviour.

But in a blink of an eye, Negan’s face became suddenly serious.

“Actually…..” he said dragging a hand down his bearded face and giving a heavy sigh. “There was somethin’ I wanted to ask you.”

Blake gave a tiny gulp, the atmosphere in the room having changed once again.

It was as if since last night, something had changed between the pair of them. An unspeakable sort of bond.

“Y'know, if it’s whether or not I wanted to be one of your wives,” she said a little nervously, talking fast and giving a brief unsure smile. “Then just so you know, the answer’s still no.”

But Negan’s dark eyes remained fixed to hers, as he took a heavy step towards her once again, coming to stop less than a foot away from her.

Blake looked up into his eyes, full of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

And her stomach jolted….as Negan suddenly spoke.

“I was gona ask if you want me to take you back to Alexandria?” he asked his voice full of low concern.

Blake stopped suddenly, her eyes widening. Never expecting this. Not from Negan of all people.

“I mean Rick is still a HUGE prick, don’t get me wrong. But I fully fuckin’ understand that it wasn’t your decision to come here. An’ just so you know, I don’t fucking offer this to a lot of people, Doll-face. But you’re just a special exception,” uttered Negan in a low growling voice, his gaze earnest. “An’ I fucking like you…enough to see you go…if that’s what you want.”

Blake stared up into Negan’s chocolate eyes for the longest of moments. Fully contemplating what he was asking her.

He was giving her the choice.

Giving her freedom.

The absolute opposite of what David had ever, ever offered her.

But was this what she wanted? Right now? Of course it was. It had to be, right?

But before Blake could nod and agree, she felt a pull in the back of her chest. Something stopping her from doing so.

She parted her lips slowly, taking in every inch of Negan’s features, before giving one last gulp.

“Ask me tomorrow,” Blake said in what was merely a whisper.

And with that she turned on her heel and headed out the door.

Leaving it at that.

But in the hallway, still illuminated from behind by the light of the doorway, the caramel-blonde woman paused for a long second.

“Oh, but…uh….if you’re wondering what to bring me for lunch,” she called back over her shoulder at him. “I’m kinda in the mood for chicken and collared-greens…errand boy.”

And with that, Blake smiled to herself as she heard Negan give a laugh behind her…as she disappeared off down the corridor to find Dr Carson.

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Single Parent AU

John is raising a daughter on his own, working at Xavier’s, and balancing “superhero” duties when Clarice moves into his apartment building. He’s curious about her but he’s too busy for a relationship, right? Still…she’s intriguing. On her end, Clarice isn’t sure what to make of John and his daughter. It’s better to not get close to people, but it’s also nice to be wanted.

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John woke up before his alarm clock, like usual, and rolled out of bed, bare feet hitting the hardwood floor. He could hear Riley still sleeping in her room down the hall, her little whistling breaths faint and even, and the automatic coffee pot was already bubbling to life. That thing was on its last leg, and if it busted, he would have to somehow convince Forge to fix it or get a new one.

Forcing himself to his feet, John ran his hands through his messy hair. He needed a shower, but he had to get Riley moving first. She always took forever in the morning, which would make him late for work and her late for school.

Padding down the hallway, John pushed Riley’s door open and stepped over the minefield of stuffed animals. Seriously, the kid’s collection of plush animals seemed to get bigger every week. He suspected Lorna of sneaking new toys to Riley. Or maybe one of the other kids in the building had a duplication power…there was that new family that had moved in a couple weeks ago.

Bending down, John shook Riley by the shoulder. “Hey, squirt, time to get up.”

Her bright pink and black wings twitched and then spread, coming up to cover her head. “Nuh…”

“Yes,” he said, pulling the blankets back, “You gotta get ready for school.”

Riley sat up and folded her wings over herself entirely, hiding behind them. “I’m asleep. Shh.”

John smirked and picked her up by the waist, tucking her under his arm like a football. He was careful with her, watching out as they squeezed past the doorframe. All the while, Riley made exaggerated snoring noises, like she could possibly sleep through this. Once they were in the living room, John tossed the five-year-old onto the couch and turned on the news. “You have ten minutes to wake up.”

Riley popped up, clinging to the back of the couch. “But I’m very asleep!”

“Ten minutes.”

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I’ve had some requests for this following a post from a while back, but before I get into the recipe I just want to say SORRY for not posting for what seems like eons - I’ve been SUPER busy with school work and the like, but those are drab and dull things that I don’t want interfering with the purity of these fluffy pancakes.

1 cup of flour (I recommend oat flour - just grind oats to dust in a food processor - this smells rly rly warm and good - but really any flour will do; I imagine self-raising flour would work really well if you want SUPER FLUFFIFIED PANCAKES)

1 heaped teaspoon baking powder - you’ll probably want around 1.5-1.75 teaspoons

1 tablespoon ground flax / chia

OPTIONAL: As much cinnamon as you want - anything from a dash to 2 teaspoons

1 ripe banana - and by ripe I mean speckled with lovely brown spots

1 cup plant milk - personally I love to use soy milk with this recipe as its lovely and thick and creamy

(Optional) 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar

(Optional) 1 tsp vanilla extract

1. In a small, separate bowl, combine the flax/ chia with water and set aside for about 10 mins or until it comes together to form a gooey consistency (this is a flax/ chia egg!! It acts as a binder, just as a regular egg would).

2. If you have apple cider vinegar, combine this in a separate bowl with the plant milk and stir. Set aside until it begins to curdle (about 5-10 mins); this can be used to replace buttermilk, but it is totally optional, as regular plant milk can be used on its own with this recipe as well.

3. Combine your dry ingredients in a large bowl.

4. After your flax/chia egg has formed and your ‘buttermilk’ has also been produced (if not then just reg. plant milk), blend this together with the banana and (if using) vanilla extract in a food processor, or alternatively, you could just mix it all manually together, but be sure to mash the banana beforehand until you get a goopy, almost liquid consistency.

5. Combine the wet and dry, forming a batter. Add more plant milk if necessary,

6. Heat a pan on low-med heat until you can splash droplets of water on it and they evaporate and sizzle. Oil it if you want (though I usually don’t as I have a non-stick). Scoop your batter onto the pan in whatever size you want and wait until lil bubbles form along the rims and on the surface of your pancakes - about 2 mins, maybe a lil less, maybe a lil more.

7. Flip!

8. Cook the pancake on its other side for a minute and a half or until golden brown and serve!

Top with anything you like!! In my humble opinion, this recipe is really, really easy, and super delicious drenched in sweet and sticky maple syrup, jam, decadently topped with snowy white coconut shreds, creamy peanut butter drizzled on top and fresh fruits dotted on top. Amazing.

Camping Tips!

This is a swedish flame. Make your cuts like your cutting a cake. Leave about 6 inches at the base, throw about a cap full of fuel oil in there and voila! burns for hours!

cotton swabs dipped in wax become instant campfire starters!

add sage to your campfire/fire pit, it keeps mosquitos and bugs away!

coffee cans keep your toilet paper fresh and dry!


fill baggies with pancake batter, tie off the ends and when you are ready just snip the small end to use as a piping bag and your ready to cook!

filling your tent floor with foam tile pieces will stop the tent from getting soaked and will make it more comfy!

use tic tac boxes to store spices!

use a empty laundry detergent dispenser as a hand washing station!

DIY Hellboy Cat Pancakes

What you Need:

  1. A griddle
  2. Non stick cooking spray
  3. Whisk
  4. Mixing bowl
  5. Spatula
  6. Squeeze bottle

Dry ingredients:

  1. 2 ½ cups pancake mix
  2. 1 tsp unsweetened cocoa powder
  3. ¼ cup sugar

Wet ingredients:

  1. 1 cup milk
  2. ½ tsp red food coloring gel
  3. 2 eggs


  1. Heat griddle to 350 degrees
  2. Add pancake mix to bowl
  3. Add unsweetened cocoa
  4. Add sugar
  5. Whisk together dry ingredients
  6. Add two eggs
  7. Add milk
  8. Add red food coloring gel
  9. Whisk it all together
  10. Check that griddle is hot enough
  11. Pour batter into large plastic bag
  12. Seal bag shut
  13. Cut the tip of the bag and pour into squeeze bottle
  14. Coat griddle with non-stick oil
  15. Draw outline of cat head in small circle
  16. Add two lines on each side for whiskers
  17. Add outline of ears and fill in
  18. Fill in rest of head with batter
  19. Cook until bubbles appear
  20. Flip pancake and finish cooking
  21. Place onto plate
  22. Add toppings as desired
  23. Enjoy!

Vegan Cinnamon Roll Pancakes!

Super delicious; a simple and easy way to create an impressive dish!

For the pancakes:

  • 1.5 cups flour
  • 1 tbsp sugar
  • 2 tbsp baking powder
  • ½ tsp vanilla extract
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • 1.5 cups non-dairy milk
  • 2 tbsp oil

For the swirl:

  • 3-4 tablespoons of coconut oil
  • 1 tablespoon of ground cinnamon
  • 2 tablespoons of crushed vegan sugar (can be ground in a mortar and pestle, food processed, or purchased as fine grain sugar)


  1. In a medium bowl, add all dry pancake ingredients and whisk until thoroughly mixed.
  2. Make a well in the middle of the flour mixture and add the milk and oil.
  3. Use a rubber spatula to mix the batter until just combined! Large lumps are okay, do not over-mix! That will cause rubbery chewy pancakes. It’s okay. You do not need a smooth batter.
  4. Let the batter rest for about 5 minutes.
  5. In the meantime, combine room temperature coconut oil with cinnamon and sugar.
  6. Put the mixture into a zip-top plastic bag and cut off a small (about 1mm) section of the corner to create a small piping bag. Set aside.
  7. Heat pan or griddle to medium low heat and grease it thoroughly.
  8. Ladle approximately 2 oz of pancake batter per pancake onto the cooking surface.
  9. Use your piping bag to pipe a swirl of cinnamon sugar on the pancake from the inside-out!
  10. Once bubbles form on the top of the pancake, flip it over. Repeat until batter is gone.
  11. Serve with syrup or icing!

Makes about 14 pancakes.


 (if you make these , please tag me @pearsnpancakes ; i’d love to see )
 7-8 small pancakes / 5-6 medium ones


130g plain unsweetened soygurt
70ml rice milk or any other non-diary one
1tbsp melted coconut oil
2tbsp maple syrup
105g flour (whole grain spelt one or buckwheat flour)
1/4tsp cinnamon powder (or bourbon vanilla)
baking soda (at the tip of a knife)


 In a bowl mix the soygurt , rice milk , maple syrup and melted coconut oil. Whisk until well combined. In a small jar mix the flour , cinnamon and baking soda. Shake well a few times until it combines. Slowly add the flour mixture to the mixed wet ingredients while whisking. The texture should be smooth , sort-of-thick but still pourable. Pre-heat the pan to a medium temperature. If its a non-stick one , no additional oil should be needed. With a spoon pour some of the mixture onto the pan ( 1 ½ tbsp = 1 pancake) and form a round pancake shape. When the edges of the pancake start drying out / bubbles start to form ,flip the pancake and leave cooking for other minute or so . Repeat until you run out of pancake dough. Serve with fresh fruit , nut butter and maple syrup. RECIPE can be found in BULGARIAN on spirala.bg ’s website !

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1930s Recognisable Foods

This list builds upon from my earlier post: 1920s Recognisable Foods.

This is a list of food brands and products that were available in America in the 1930s, which are recognisable in the 21st century. Additionally, a list of foods and brands introduced to America in the era.

it is worth noting that while available in America during the 1930s, many of these foods a) might not have been available/stocked where Steve or his mother shopped, and b) may not have been accessible to Steve during this period, for whatever reason. This being said, there is a fair likelihood that Steve would have come across these products or be familiar with their names.

Foods and Brands found in 1930s America:

  • Snickers
  • Wrigley’s Double Mint Chewing Gum
  • Campbell’s Soups (expanded range)
  • Pillsbury’s Pancake Flour
  • Canada Dry Pale Ginger Ale
  • Sun-Maid Raisins
  • Kraft Mayonnaise
  • Hershey Bars
  • Whitman samplers (box of candy)
  • NECCOs & conversation hearts
  • Milky Ways
  • Best Foods Hellmann’s Real Mayonnaise
  • A-1 Sauce

Introduced to America in the 1930s:

  • Twinkies                                                                     1930
  • Birds Eye Frosted Foods                                           1930
  • Wonder Bread (sliced)                                               1930
  • Tootsie Pops                                                              1931
  • 3 Musketeers                                                             1932
  • Skippy Peanut Butter                                                 1932
  • Kraft Miracle Whip                                                     1933
  • RITZ crackers                                                             1934
  • Kit Kat bar                                                                  1935
  • Chunky Chocolate bar                                               1936
  • Mars Almond Bar                                                       1936
  • Fifth Avenue (candy bar)                                            1936
  • Orangina (soft drink)                                                  1936
  • Kix cereal (General Mills)                                           1937
  • Spam (Hormel)                                                           1937
  • Rolo (candy)                                                               1937
  • Smarties (Rowntree candy)                                        1937
  • Kraft Macaroni and Cheese (Kraft Dinner)                 1937
  • Nescafe Instant Coffee                                              1938
  • Lay’s Potato Chips                                                    1938

Next in this set: Early 1940s Recognisable Foods
Partner post to: 1930s Recognisable Foods (Images)


BANANA SPICE PANCAKES (aka 10k celebration pancake stack)

( makes 7-9 small pancakes )


1 medium ripe banana
100ml tiger nut milk or any other non-diary
2tbsp plain soygurt
1tsp melted coconut oil
1tbsp maple syrup
70g buckwheat flour
1tbsp baobab powder
a pinch cinnamon
a pinch nutmeg
a pinch cardamon
baking soda (at the tip of a knife)


banana coins
purple grapes
a mixed 4 nuts butter
coconut blossom nectar


First mix in a small jar the flour , baobab powder , cinnamon , nutmeg , cardamon and baking soda. Shake well until well mixed.
In a bowl mash the banana , add the soygurt , melted coconut oil and maple syrup and mash again until well combined. Then add slowly the tiger nut milk while mixing until evenly mixed.
Slowly add the dry ingrediets from the jar while whisking. The pancake dough should be creamy , sort of thick but still pourable.
Pre-heat the pan to a medium temperature and if needed spray some coconut oil onto it. Pour about 1 tbsp of the mixture and form a round shape. When the edges of the pancake start drying and bubbles start to form flip the pancake and leave cooking for another minute or so. Repeat until the pancake dough is over.
Stack ‘em up , add your toppings and enjoy.


Flipping pancakes which have mashed banana in them is quite tricky , so be very very careful while flipping them so they don’t fall apart.
For topping I recomend almond , cashew or hazelnut butter , berries and maple syrup fallin’ from the sky.
Oh , and please DO LET ME KNOW on INSTAGRAM or here if you make these by tagging @pearsnpancakes #pearsnpancakes in the post. ;-)

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