fancy pancakes

Its Always Been You - Steve Rogers x Reader - Drabble-ish

Originally posted by lmwechirrut

Summary: In which (Y/N) is jealous of Steve’s girlfriend, Shanon.

REQUEST BY: @Bellastellaluna (Tumblr never lets me tag you, sorry ): I’ll message!)

PROMPT NUMBERS: 1: We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.
19: I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.
22: Choose me.
36: Is that my shirt?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader


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A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:
Also Sharon is a bitch in this story, I love her BUT NOT IN THIS STORY

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  • Weiss: Nora, it's six thirty in the morning, why are we in the kitchen?
  • Nora: I feel bad for eating all of Ren's pancakes the other week so you're going to help me make some for him.
  • Weiss: Why can't you do it?
  • Nora: Ren said I'm not allowed to handle the stove by myself.
  • Weiss: ...Of course you aren't. Okay, fine, get the eggs and milk from the fridge and I'll get the flour from the cupboard.
  • Nora: Sure thing!
  • *Nora skips over to the fridge and returns back to Weiss a few seconds later empty handed*
  • Weiss: Where's the milk and eggs?
  • Nora: I dropped the eggs and drank the milk. Oh is that flour?!
  • *Nora grabs the open bag of flour causing a majority of it to puff up into Weiss's face*
  • Weiss: Nora! You just covered me completely in flour!
  • Nora: Really? Huh, I don't see it on you anywhere.
  • Weiss: That's it, I'm going back to bed! I'll make some calls and have some pancakes delivered here by the time Ren wakes up!
  • Nora: Yessssssssssss!

While I’m at it, let’s have ourselves a proper Throwback Thursday :) Here’s all 5 of the current main gang, from their very first appearances to their current ones!

Lenoire - Asleep Eidolon 冬至/Solstice (December 2012 ➡ September 2016)

Her first faceup was done by Eludys, current one done by me after light eye modification. Current wig is from Nine9style while her first one was from Kaleido.

Polaire - Little Monica Sophia (March 2014 ➡ September 2016)

She’s gone through 7 8 faceups to date, more than Lenoire, even though the core elements of her appearance haven’t changed at all :) She’s also blazed through 3 different pairs of eyes and now has a pair of fancy DollBakery
Pancakes I haven’t managed to photograph yet. I play favorites.

Haerang - Switch Shiho x HD57 girl body (November 2014 ➡ June 2016)

Surprisingly Haerang “DJ” hasn’t changed much besides dark red eyeliner and a switched up manicure. Eyebrow shape is now shorter but you can’t see it under her melonbowlcut hair…

Estelle - Fairyland F60 Celine (October 2015 ➡ January 2017)

Biggest change award goes to Essie, everyone’s favorite bad girl! Not much difference between her 2nd and 3rd faceups, but the difference between the first and the latter two is gigantic (mostly because of a jump in technical skill). I also got rid of her #ruined Licht wig and replaced it with a nice clean custom wig by Mitsukeru :)

Tamako - Fairyland FLA60 x FM60 body (May 2016 ➡  January 2017)

Softened her look with an eye mod, replaced 14mm Oscars with 16mm MehiArt eyes, and gave her a little egg sticker under her right eye, but she’s going to be changing again this May once Cygne arrives! Signature wig made by Fansea ♡

Feel free to dig through your photo archives and tag me if you decide do the same, I’d love to see how many upgrades/image changes your collection’s gone through!

Chris Pine Imagine


I was woken up by the sun light shining in between the curtains. in the effort to void it I turned to my other side and quickly opened my eyes to look at Chris but he wasn’t there. I slowly pushed my self up and listened for some sounds. In the distance i could hear some movements. Got out the bed, put on one of the t-shirts Chris had and walked out.

I found Chris in the living room on his phone looking at something. Already all dressed and looking good.
“Now, your aren’t running out on my are you?” Chris looked up and smiled putting his phone down and walking to me.

“ Trust me, I would never do that. You’re stuck with me forever.” he pulled my towards him, wrapped me in his hands and kissed me. “I wanted to make you breakfast. But you caught me looking up a recipe for pancakes.” he said  pointing to his phone.

“You were going to make pancakes dressed in a suit?” I asked as we still held each other as close as possible. Like we were scared that one of us would be pulled away.

“ Yeah, I thought i would make them and say they are fancy pancakes cuz i made them in a suit.” we both laughed at his silly joke.

“How about we make your fancy pancakes together” I said as I took his hand and walked to the kitchen. As always when we did something together, we had fun. Of course we couldn’t make them without a small food fight.

Few hours latter we found our self once again in each other arms laying in bed. I was laying on Chris’s chest and could feel him let out a heavy breath.

“Is something wrong?” I asked looking up at him. Chris smiled, leaned down and kissed me.

“No, everything is perfect. I could stay like this forever.” He said still looking in my eyes. I smiled, puled myself up and kissed him again, but this time with more passion. Chris held me by the hips and pulled me into his lap. We broke away from the kiss and smiled. I never thought it was possible to love someone this much. “ I love you. Forever and always. And I know you don’t like to say that or hear it but I mean it.” I stroked his cheek.

“ Chris, before I met you I didn’t believe in forever and always. But now that I have met you and have you in my life, Forever and always seems like the best and most beautiful thing there is. I love you too, forever and always” Chris smiled even bigger. With a quick move he was now on top of me.

“Good. Because you’re trapped with me here. Gosh you are beautiful.” Chris tugged a strand of hair behind my ear, leaned in kissed the tip of my nose making me giggle. For the first time in my life I felt loved. 

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A Man Worth Fighting For- 17

Summary: Seventy years has passed and the world has changed. You thought you were moving on until Steve Rogers asks you for a favor which leads to a discovery that will change everything. So much for retirement. Sequel to “A Girl Worth Fighting For.” Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2633
Warnings: Language, blood.
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Part 16   Masterlist

Lacova, Romania. Two months later.

A cold wind swept through your hair as you stalked down the city streets, hands buried in your pockets. Your jacket rustled as you tugged the collar up to cover your neck and you glanced up at the slight traffic before crossing the street.

An ATM stood just outside of a convenience store, hooded by a rain guard. Shivering, you step under it, eyes flitting around in search of security cameras. There was one, pointed at the machine. Quietly, quickly, you tapped a few buttons before the machine began spitting out money. After counting it, you shoved it into your pocket and turned to look around before you spotted him, sitting on the bench at a bus stop.

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A Serpent’s Secrets - Part 1

Summary: Wednesday 1st September 1971 is Y/N’S first day at Hogwarts… will she follow her parent’s wishes or make a path of her own?

Pairing: Sirius x Slytherin Reader  

Word count: 4,612

Warnings: None yet really, a little angst maybe, kinda bad relationship with parents and that’s about it.  

A/N: This is the first part to a series I have planned but it might take me a while to finish because I’ve got exams coming up and I really need to study. It’s going to be a combination of fluff, angst and hopefully, (if I think it’s good enough), smut – I’ll add warnings for all this stuff when necessary.  I’m not really sure how I feel about the title of this series, so I might change it later on. Oh, and I promise this one will have a happy ending this time :D. Enjoy!  


Growing up with parents that didn’t love you was pretty terrible. Growing up with parents that pretended that it wasn’t true, was worse. Your mother and father were the kind of people that only saw you as part of the family if you benefited their reputation. Coming from a Pureblood family, certain mannerisms and opinions were taught to you at a very young age. They started off innocent enough, but progressively got worse. At five, you were taught that if you misbehaved at the dinner table, you would go hungry until the next day and at age seven, you were told not to address your house elf, Viskey, unless it was to give her a command. Many more prejudice rules were introduced to you throughout your younger years, however, the more they taught you, the more you began to disagree with their cruel ways. It was difficult for you to understand why these other people and creatures around you were supposed to be beneath you. Though you soon began to disobey your parents, you were wise enough to know that your new behaviour should remain undiscovered. Therefore, you followed the rules only when in the presence of your mother, father and older sister, Selene.

Selene was the pride of the family and was extremely similar to your parents. Whilst she most definitely was kinder than them, her sensible and superior nature overpowered any other traits she showed. Most of the time, your relationship with your sister wasn’t bad. Both of you would often prank each other, you more often than her, especially when she made comments about Muggle-borns. She once told you that she only said all of it for her own benefit, trying to stay on the good side of your parents; the motive for many of her actions.  

Selene had already begun her time at Hogwarts, and to no surprise to the rest of the family, she was sorted into Slytherin. She was beautiful and smart and most importantly, she upheld your family traditions. This only made you more anxious for when it was your time to attend the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as although you didn’t agree with your family’s views on most things, you still had a questionable desire for wanting to make them proud. There was also the fact that you knew most people disliked people from Slytherin. Whichever house you were put in, there would be someone who disliked you for it. The only comforting fact on this matter was that you only had two years left to worry about it. 


Flickering bright lights dancing beneath your closed eyes cause you to slowly regain consciousness. Opening your eyes, you see your enchanted model dragons fighting on your bedside desk, shooting fire at each other. Sighing, you flip the covers off you and get out of your double bed. You weren’t going to be able to get back to sleep with the morning sunlight pouring through your bedroom window. Somehow, your feet carry you successfully over to your wardrobe without tripping over anything. When you open the wardrobe, your eyes drift over the calendar hanging on the inside of the door. In your groggy staye, it takes you a moment to process what you were looking at but eventually you remember. It was the first of September! You were finally off to Hogwarts! After you hurriedly pull on your favourite pair of black ripped jeans and a comfy jumper, you look at the clock above your bed; it was only five fifteen. Shoulders slumping down, you go to sit back on your bed. Disappointed though you were that you still had so long to wait, you still needed breakfast.

“Viskey.” You whispered.

A sudden crack echoes throughout your room and a small, kind-eyed house elf appears before you.  

When she realised it was you who summoned her, you could see her posture instantly relax. “Hello Miss Y/N,” she said cheerily. “What can Viskey do for you?”  

“How are you Viskey?”

Her eyes light up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. Despite being kind natured towards her since you were 8, she still seemed pleasantly surprised that you always treated her as though she was your friend. You could hardly suppress your smile if you tried.  

“Oh, Viskey is quite well, Miss. Viskey is here with Miss Y/N after all.” Her ears perk up slightly and your suddenly reminded of a dog.  

“Thanks, Viskey,” you smile, giving her a quick hug. “Do you know if anyone else is up yet?”

“Master Y/L/N is already gone off for work, Miss. Mistress Y/L/N and Miss Selena are still sleeping.”

Feeling relieved at this news, you rummage through your drawers in search of a pair of woolly socks and when you have got them on, you turn to Viskey.

“Fancy some pancakes?”

The light in her eyes brightens and you both sneak off down to the kitchen.  

When your mother and sister finally wake up, the evidence that you had made pancakes was gone and Viskey was in the study, polishing the household items. You were in your room, double checking you had everything packed for Hogwarts.  There was a quick knock at the door before your mother came in, wearing her best dress and jewelry. She took a quick glance around your room, her features immediately looking displeased.  

“I’ve got to attend an event so I will not be able to take you to the platform today.” She informed, her voice stiff and monotone.  

“Okay. How am I getting there then?”

“Your father has hired a Ministry car for you and Selena.” She hesitated a moment. “I do hope you won’t disappoint us.”

With that she left the room, leaving you in silence.  

Whilst you were waiting for the car to arrive, you and Selene stood outside your house facing the large garden, both of your belongings beside you. You were still in the same outfit as you had put on in the morning, starting to regret the fact that you wore a jumper as it was beginning to get warmer. The grass around you was swaying in the summer breeze and the birds flew above you, tweeting to alert the world it was morning. Minutes later, a car appeared in the distance. As it drew closer to the house, the gates opened themselves to allow it to pass through. When it stopped, a tall man in a burgundy uniform exited the car and held the door open for you. Following after Selene, you clambered into the car. Really, you shouldn’t have been surprised; your parents would never hire anything that wasn’t considered to be the upmost of luxury for their own family. However, you couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t really necessary for the car to have a bar in it. You inwardly roll your eyes and take a seat next to the window, watching as the driver waves his wand, making your luggage fly into the boot of the car.

When you reach the train station, the man carries your luggage over to the entrance and places them on a trolley. The ease of which he lifts them makes you assume he’s placed some kind of charm on them to make them lighter. Unused to all the Muggles, you became overwhelmed by the large number of them; the majority of them were rushing around and bumping into one another to get to the train on time. There were large families that were struggling to stay together, as well as a few men in suits with a briefcase, a look of pride on their faces. You assumed, much like it was in the wizarding world, men in suits tended to have good jobs. Trunks now all successfully on your separate trolleys, the driver of the Ministry car got in and drove off around the corner.  

“Come on Y/N, don’t you want to get there early? Then we don’t have to rush.”

Struggling to pry your eyes away from the scene around you, you nod at Selene and follow her into the train station. Once inside the building, you start to appreciate the creativity of the Muggles; it was enchanting. Subconsciously, your legs begin to carry you quicker, desperate to reach platform 9 and ¾. Loud hoots coming from your Owl, Pandora, start to draw the attention of a few people around you, but you hardly notice. Platform 9 and 10. Finally here, and all you have to do now is run through the barrier. Selene can almost sense your excitement, having felt the exact same way as you when she first saw the barrier. She motions for you to go ahead of her, and then you’re running, the brick wall getting closer and closer and closer until…

A loud whistle rings in your ears. You turn the corner and see a large sign, written in capitals: ‘9 ¾, HOGWARTS EXPRESS’. The Hogwarts Express was a large, red train with steam flying out behind it in large, white clouds. It looked better than you ever imagined it. A feeling of elation overcomes you and you feel the sudden urge to laugh. Who knew running through a brick wall could make it on your list of best moments.  

Two taps on your shoulder alert you that Selene has made it through the barrier.

“I’m meeting my friends here, you coming to meet them or not?” She asks.

Glancing at the large clock hanging in the air, you see it’s only 10:45, definitely enough time to meet them. Anyway, you didn’t really have much else to do besides wait, and you didn’t think you’d be able to without becoming overwhelmed with anticipation. Better to distract yourself.  

You follow her over to a group of three, all of which appeared very tall. There were two boys, both with dark hair (however one was slightly bigger than the other) and a girl with silver hair. Apparently, Selene’s behavior changed a lot when she was with other people. She became a lot gigglier.

“Who’s the firsty, Sel?” The taller of the two boys laughed.

“This is my sister, Y/N… be nice to her, Connor.” She jested, eyes turning towards the taller boy.

You give a short laugh, then give an enthusiastic reply. “Hello!”

The silver haired girl smiles down at you. “So, Y/N… Any idea what house you’re hoping to be in?”

“Uhmm, I don’t real-”

Connor interrupted you, his humourous behavior suddenly gone, now replaced with a cold and hateful seriousness. “Slytherin’s the only good option really, Y/N. The only place without any filthy mudbloods. Scum of the Earth, they are, honestly. I’d rather die than be associated with any of ‘em.”

They all begin to laugh, but you found nothing about it funny. Mumbling that you have to go get on the train, you push your trolley and walk away from them before they can stop you.  

Lifting your trunk onto the train by yourself would’ve been an impossible feat if the driver of the Ministry car hadn’t put the charm on it. A girl with straight, dark blonde hair was one of the people struggling with getting her things on the train. When your trunk was successfully placed on the shelf in the compartment you chose, you went back outside to help the girl.  

“Need any help with that?”

She jumps, looking up at you. Her face was scrunched up in confusion, obviously too shy to speak to you.

Noticing this, you try and make her more comfortable. “I’m Y/N.” You grin. “I’ll grab this end and you push it towards me, okay?”

She nods, giving you a small and innocent smile, which only makes yours grow wider. Maybe making friends here was going to be easier than you thought.  

You step through the door she was trying to get to and grab her trunk at the base, lifting it off the ground. Signaling for her to lift it up and push it, you both manage to get it onto the train. She drags it along to the compartment two down from yours and takes a seat. As you go to leave, she speaks up. “Thanks, Y/N. My name’s Savannah.”  

“Well Savannah… I guess I’ll see you when we get there.” And you head back to your compartment.  

It was only another five minutes before the train set off, but to you it felt like an eternity. Your mind kept flicking back and forth between excitement and nervousness. Finding yourself grateful for the large amounts of people now on the platform (they were the perfect distraction), you take the window seat and watch as all the parents waved their children goodbye, slowly disappearing out of sight. The door of your compartment slides open, and a small ginger girl with brilliant green eyes walks in, accompanied by a black, greasy haired boy with a crooked nose.  

“Hi! I’m Lily, and this is Severus. Is anyone else sitting here?”

You shake your head, and motion for them to sit down. The ginger girl, Lily, starts to speak again. “So, what’s your name?”  

Before you can answer, however, four boys stumble into the compartment and sit down. Immediately, the somewhat quiet you had was disrupted.  

They were all roughly the same height. One of them had scars running along his face and neck, and wore slightly tattered clothes. The boy next to him was the smallest out of them all, as well as slightly larger. His hair was untidy, and he was practically shrinking into the seat. These two were obviously the quietest. Next to them, there was a boy with round glasses and ruffled up hair, though you had the feeling that he did this purposefully. Lounging opposite him, was a boy with long, jet black hair with a seemingly constant smirk etched onto his face.

Lily and Severus began to talk again whilst you turned your attention back to the window. As the train picked up speed, the countryside whirred past, becoming merely a blur of different shades of green. Leaning against the window, you listened to Snape’s conversation.

“You’d better be in Slytherin.” Snape said.

Lily apparently, did not know much about Hogwarts as she replied, “Slytherin?”  

You guessed she was a Muggleborn.  

“Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” The boy with the glasses asked the boy sitting across from him.

You didn’t see, but it sounded like the smirk on his face had dropped and was replaced with a frown. “My whole family have been in Slytherin.”

“Blimey, and I thought you seemed alright!”

You rolled your eyes; he was obviously one of the people that were prejudiced against the houses.

“Maybe I’ll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?” His voice now sounding a lot more cheerful.  

You heard him stand up, your attention now fully on him. He dramatically raised a non-existent sword.  

“Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart. Like my dad.”

You heard Snape scoff loudly, not really making an effort to hide it. Knowing that at least two of the other boys would take it as in insult, you faced the window once more, not wanting to get involved, though still listening intently.

“Got a problem with that?”

“No,” though Severus’ voice was laced with sarcasm. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy -”

“Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as your neither?” Added the boy with the long hair.  

Beside you, you felt Lily stand up, as they all began to laugh.  

“Come on, Severus, let’s find another compartment.” She said, dislike and annoyance clearly evident in her voice.

“See ya, Snivellus!” One of them called out before the door slammed behind Lily and Severus, leaving you alone with them.  

They began talking to each other about Hogwarts. You learned that the boy with the glasses was James and the one with the long black hair was called Sirius. A name you thought you recognised, but dismissed quickly; you had never met these people before.  

Unfortunately for you, they soon turned their attention to you, and you felt a tap on your shoulder.  

“So, you have a name then?” James asks you.  

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Your response was blunt; you didn’t think much of James and Sirius so far.

Oddly, Sirius stared at you in dislike, though you had only given him your name. Shrugging it off, you stared back out the window, hoping they would realise that you were ending the conversation there.  

Thankfully, they did, and you sat the rest of the train journey in peace.  

When the train finally came to a stop, all the students were in their black robes, buzzing with excitement as they gazed up at the castle. Even from a distance, it looked magnificent. Orange lights shone outside of each window, the tallest of towers that looked as though it was touching the moon. You stepped off the train, and followed the crowd of your fellow first years to a large lake.  

When a woman, who you presumed was a teacher, began talking, everyone became suddenly silent.

“I want you all to line up and get in a boat. Only six to a boat please, and you needn’t worry, the boats steer themselves.”

Gradually, the line began moving forward, and it was soon your turn to step into the boat. The glowing lantern lit up the boat, allowing you to see who else was on your boat. There were with the quiet boys from your train compartment, a boy with short, dark brown hair and a boy and a girl, who shared the same curly, light ash brown hair and tanned face.  

You sat next to the girl, who immediately greeted you, a large smile on her face and her arm outstretched in a request to shake it. She looked friendly enough, so you accepted.  

“Tia Heath. And this here is my younger brother, Oscar.” She grabs the curly-haired boy by the arm.  

“We’re twins, Tia,” though he still grins at you. “Nice to meet you.”

When he looks away, Tia whispers in your ear, “I was born three minutes before him.”  

You both laugh. “My name’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

She looks surprised, but before you can question why, she answers.

“You’re a Pureblood then.” It’s a statement, not a question. She must notice the way your face falls, because she quickly adds, “Oh no, don’t worry, I don’t judge on Blood Status. We’re Purebloods too, so we know what it’s like for most people to think you’re a pretentious git all the time.”

You cheer up a bit, glad to have found someone who understood what you felt like.  

Not long after, the boat reaches the other side of the lake and you all step out, escorted inside the castle by the teacher. Deciding to stay with Tia and Oscar, you climb the stone steps. Several people around you gasp in astonishment when you enter a larger hallway, as they saw moving paintings. Being used to them already, you glanced towards the large wooden doors in front of you, which had just opened for another teacher, wearing emerald green robes and a pointy hat. She nodded towards the teacher which had taken you across the lake, and began speaking.  

“Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall. Shortly, you will enter the Great Hall, and a hat will be placed on your head, which will sort you into your houses. The four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.” A few people began to talk though she silenced the sudden murmur of excitement with a stern glare. “You will spend a great deal of time with the people in your houses, and at the end of the year, one house will win the House Cup. To achieve this, you need house points, which are obtained by good behaviour and effort. However, should you break the rules, these points can, and will be, deducted.”

She waited a moment before speaking again. “Now, if you would follow me.”  

The doors to the Great Hall swung open again, and you were met with hundreds of students, heads all turned in the direction of you. The walk up to the front of the hall felt much longer than it actually took. You were still next to Tia when McGonagall began calling out the names.  

You hardly noticed most of the Sorting; your mind had reverted back into the worry that wherever you were sorted, you would be unhappy. If you were placed in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, your parents would hate you, and if you were placed in Slytherin, everyone else would. It was only when certain names or faces of interest were called that you actually paid attention.  

“Lupin, Remus.”  

The scarred boy from the train compartment nervously walked up, and sat on the stool. Five seconds after the hat was placed on his head, the hat shouted “Gryffindor!”, followed by loud applause from the Gryffindor table.  

After Remus was called, was 'Pettigrew, Peter,’ who also got sorted into Gryffindor; though it took a lot longer for the hat to decide.

“Heath, Tia.”

“Good luck,” you whispered to her.

She gave a grateful half-smile. “You too.”

The hat seemed to ponder for a moment before finally calling, “Slytherin!”

Tia smiled, apparently content with the house she was placed in, and made her way over to the Slytherin table. At least now, if you were placed in Slytherin, you would have a friend who didn’t care about your status.

Oscar was sorted into Hufflepuff. Looking towards Tia, you expected her to look disappointed, but she still had the grin on her face. Perhaps she always knew that her twin would be in Hufflepuff.  

“Y/L/N, Y/N.”

The Hall went silent again, and your feet moved of their own accord. Sitting on the stool, McGonagall placed the hat on top of you. You couldn’t help but jump when the hat’s voice echoed throughout your head.

'Well, what do we have here? A mind for trouble, I see, though not afraid to defend yourself and those closest to you. But which house do you belong in? Perhaps not Ravenclaw, though you’re intelligent, your strengths lie elsewhere.’  

You begin to get more nervous; you had the hat on longer than anyone else.

'You’re certainly daring and brave,’ You thought the hat had finally come to a decision, but he quickly changed his mind. 'But perhaps you are not chivalrous enough. Then Hufflepuff, maybe?’ He fell silent for a moment, deliberating. 'No… you’d be willing to do whatever to get what you want. Hufflepuffs value fair play, after all. Well… if not Ravenclaw, Gryffindor or Hufflepuff… I think you should be in… “SLYTHERIN!’” He shouted out loud to the Hall.

You took off the hat and gave it back to McGonagall, and made your way over to the other Slytherin first years, all of who were clapping and cheering loudly. You were grateful because you were not one of the first people sorted into Slytherin, and therefore you were greeted by other students in your year. More so, you were grateful about Tia, who was sat opposite from you, smiling widely. Several other people rose from the bench to shake your hand, including the dark-haired boy from the boat, who told you his name was Alec, and the girl sat next to you. She had shoulder length, brunette hair and wore square glasses.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Layla.”

“Y/N,” you replied.

The noise in the Great Hall slowly died down so you turned your attention back to Professor McGonagall as she called out the remaining names for the Sorting to continue.

“Black, Sirius.”  

So that’s how you recognised the name. The Blacks were a very well-known Pureblood family, all of who were in Slytherin. You wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up in your house as well. Unable to not feel slightly annoyed by this, Sirius did not seem like a very nice person, you watched attentively. However, Sirius did not end up in Slytherin. He was sorted into Gryffindor, and, to your surprise, he looked immensely pleased with the Hat’s choice.

James Potter and Lily Evans were sorted into Gryffindor, much to the displeasure of Snape, who was sorted into Slytherin.

There was only a handful of students left, but now you were sorted, the sudden feeling of hunger crashed down on you.  

Robert Finn was placed in Slytherin. Richard Hardie and Jack Cole were both placed in Gryffindor, and Savannah Levitte (the girl you had helped on the train), got sorted into Ravenclaw, along with Edward Fox.

Now the Sorting had ended, the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, rose from his golden chair and approached the front of the hall and said simply, “Let the feast begin!”

Plates on the table suddenly appeared with a large variety of food in quantities that one could only ever imagine. There was something for everyone, chicken, sausages, potatoes, rice and bread, the list was never-ending. Straight after everyone had eaten enough, both Muggle and Wizarding deserts came.

The remnants of the food left after disappeared from existence as soon as Dumbledore stood to his feet once more. “Now, before our Prefects direct you to your Common Rooms, I must inform our first years and remind those above them, that the Forbidden Forest is, indeed, forbidden.” He glanced at several students around the hall, almost as if to reiterate his point. “I think, now we are all fed, it is time for a good night’s sleep, don’t you?” He waited a moment, there was no movement from anyone in the hall, waiting for him to dismiss them properly. “…Goodnight.”

Bustling out of the Great Hall, you found it rather difficult following the Slytherin prefect, though Alec was with you and Tia, and, being taller than the both of you, he was able to see which direction they needed to go in. Finally, you arrived at the dungeons, though not in the typical sense. Instead of the cold and eerie atmosphere you would’ve expected, warmth came from the fires and the common room looked as though it had been decorated for royalty. The main room was very large with a high ceiling arching over it. Groups of leather sofas were scattered around the room, most of which had their own personal fireplaces to go with them. Flickers of blue and green light came from a large window at the very back common room, the window which looked out into the Black Lake. Further into the room, you saw several hallways branching off from the main room; the Prefect leads you down the far right hall, which eventually leads to a small stair case.  

“Girls, your dormitories are up these stairs here, and the boys are up the ones opposite. Your trunks have already been placed in your rooms.”

Tia shouts a goodbye to Alec, and heads up to the dormitory with you. As soon as you enter, Tia scans the room, running and jumping onto the bed nearest the corner. “Shotgun!” She shouts. Laughing along with her, you carry your stuff over to the bed next to her. Layla and three other girls who you hadn’t learned the names of yet were already in their pyjamas. You and Tia did the same, the idea of sleep too tempting to ignore any longer. You would talk more in the morning.

As you lay down on your bed, looking towards a smaller window to the lake, you imagined what your day at Hogwarts would be like the next day. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

I Was Watching Over You


Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Summary: After the latest sacrifices in Beacon Hills, Isaac wants to make sure you are safe. You wake up to find him asleep on your bedroom floor.

Once again something evil and supernatural was going on in Beacon Hills. This time around it was someone committing human sacrifices, granted when you found out you should have been more shock but you got use too the strange happenings that occurred often in this town, that the idea of human sacrifices didn’t seem or that far fetched . In fact it felt like a normal part of Beacon Hills, the tragic thing about thinking that scared you more than the sacrifices themselves.

Being at a comfortable level now with all this wasn’t something you thought would happen, but it did and here you were along with Scott and the others trying to figure the what, the who and the why. Scott had instructed everyone to keep an eye out on each other, to not travel alone and if something felt off or odd to at least alert another member of the pack. And sitting on your bed from just waking up, it seemed Isaac took the who keep and eye out thing very literally.

You had to admit it was cute, Isaac had dropped you off at home after the latest sacrifice and he told you he would wait until you were asleep. Well judging from what you were looking at, it seemed he too had fallen asleep.

“Isaac, Isaac” you said trying to get the werewolf to wake up. He was currently leaning his head on your chair and spread out across the floor. You weren’t going to lie it was a nice sight to wake up to so early in the morning.

“Isaac” you said one last time before throwing a pillow in his direction. It hit him square in the face and he jolted up, ready to attack. Looking around he saw that you were awake, and you shyly gave him a little wave.

“Whatcha you doing?” you asked him.

He starched the back of his head, and lifted his arms up a little which in turn gave you a better look at his stomach. “I-um I was watching over you” he declared.

“And how did that go…you know in your sleep?”.

His cheek went visibly red and it was new but yet entertaining to see him flustered.

“Good, um yeah it went good”.

“I’m just teasing you Isaac” you admitted.

“Oh, well now that you’re awake and safe I think I’ll just head off now” he gathered his jacket and went to exit through the door.

“Isaac” you shouted before he had the chance to leave, he turned around. “You do know that after you sleep over at someone’s house, breakfast is an essential meal of the day”.

Now it was turn for both of you to display red cheeks, “Well then it would be very rude of me to leave then” he said.

“I agree, very rude indeed” you added. Removing the blanket you got out of bed and headed downstairs with Isaac just seconds behind.

“So what do you want, we have cereal I could make you eggs on toast or we could do something fancy and make pancakes?”.

“Whatever you prefer I’m good with” he said making himself comfortable leaning against the counter.

“Cereal it is”. Pulling out all the choices you had Isaac helped by getting two bowls and the milk carton from the fridge. Since none of you could fully decide on which cereal to eat, Isaac just poured a little of each in the two bowls. Handing one to you along with a spoon you took a bite.

“Wow that does not taste good at all” you said, laughing.

He nodded and set down his bowl, you did the same thing and went over to get a glass of water to wash out the taste. “I best be going” he announced.

Truthfully you didn’t want him to go at all, but not one part of you had the guts to tell him to stay. Being the gentleman that he is he placed his dishes in the sink and gave you a small smile, much like you gave him earlier and walked towards the door.

Something in you didn’t want to let him leave without saying what you wanted, power walking to the door you grabbed his hand. Stopping and turning to have eye contact with you, that’s when you spoke.

“Just so you know, um…you can watch over me any day”.

It wasn’t meant to sound creepy, or anything like that. And you hoped in the back of your mind that he understood the underlying message.

Smiling, he leaned down and kissed you lightly on the cheek before walking down your driveway. Maybe it wasn’t exactly how you would of liked to wake up to in the morning, apart of you deeply would have preferred if you had woken up with his arms around you. However this was the next best thing, and the feelings for him are definitely there and my god were they growing bigger by the second.

beanmoreau  asked:

Jes is a* at making sweet pancakes but he'll only do so for wylan (and Kuwei) because he gotta protect that street cred yo. ..he really likes being able to spoil him with good breakfasts and yes they are ofc in lots of shapes to match his boy(s). (And there's always at least one heart shaped one) but sshhhh no one can know.

i bet u £10 nina and inej know.  not only that, i bet nina’s said (mostly jokingly) to matthias why do you never make me breakfast? but let’s be real, matthias isn’t a great cook, she isn’t sure she wants him to try.  SURPRISE though, matthias is actually great at desserts and the very next morning nina wakes up to a plate of fancy waffles and pancakes and matthias looks so proud of himself he forgets to be tired because he spent like three hours that morning getting it right

send ur cutest soc headcanons

A Little Lesson in Time: Part One

Authors’ Note: Happy Sunday, spectacular readers!!! The births of Hazel and Holly Barba are right around the corner, but before that @vintagemichelle91 and I have a two-parter centered around a promise that Rafael makes to his muñequita. And the complications that ensue. This is our way of thanking @yourtropegirl for her most amazing mood boards!!! Enjoy!!!

          “Atticus? Can I have a word?”

           “Only one?” Rafael quipped, exiting the bathroom to find Natalia starting to step out of bed.

           “No, no, no,” he said, his hands on her shoulders as he eased his wife back to the pillows and brought the blankets over her lap.

           “But I need to get up,” Natalia protested.

           “Not just yet,” he said as his kisses dotted her brow, his lips nearing hers when Natalia cupped his chin and leaned back.

           “Are you dressing like that to play nursemaid?” she teased, tweaking his suspenders. Almost instantly, Rafael took hold of her wrist and placed a kiss on her palm.

           “I would honor you with a far sexier costume if that was the plan,” he said, lifting one eyebrow and watching his wife blush as the memory of their last Valentine’s Day filled the room. Along with the most recent holiday where Natalia sadly picked through what little lingerie she could still wear until her husband honored her with an impromptu fashion show.

           “I don’t think my mother would appreciate seeing you all dolled up,” Natalia said. “Even though she’s always saying that you have the loveliest eyes.”

           “And what do you say, hermosa?” he asked, reclining at her side and running his long fingers through her hair.

           “I’d like to live in your gaze.”

           Tempted to call it a day and hide with her under the covers, Rafael groaned as Natalia stroked his cheek.

           “My mother will be here soon. So we can pick yet another date for the wedding,” Natalia said.

           “Why don’t they just wait until Spring at this point?” Rafael asked.

           “She wants a winter wedding, and the twins will be here by the end of March,” she insisted.

           “And you’ll all be up for a party?” he challenged.

           “With your daughters? Absolutely. Which brings me to…” Natalia’s voice trailed off as her hand drifted down his tie, and Rafael nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck before she turned his face to hers.

           “You are going to pick Violetta up from Maggie’s and take her to lunch, right?”

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