pancake-mix

Please imagine Kent and Tater on a grocery run at 1 AM with the intent of last-minute restocking on condoms and lube, but it’s now 1:20 AM and they’re both standing in aisle 3, their carts filled with chicken, frozen potatoes, eggs, ketchup, spaghetti sauce, tortilla chips, cheese, rosé, vodka, 6-pack of beer, 3 brands of cereal, milk, paper towels, fancy cat food, and a bag of discounted chocolate bars, because they got hungry on the ride over. They’re both in loose-fitting pajamas and Kent has his hoodie pulled up, wrapped in his fluffiest blanket and wearing a very serious expression as he scrutinizes the ingredient list of Orville’s microwavable popcorn. He’s leaning his head on Tater’s shoulders, and Tater’s mouth is pressed against Kent’s cowlick as he holds Kent close, muttering tired, noncommittal noises when Kent asks him if he’s making a horrible decision in wanting to make chicken parmesan at what will be 2 in the morning. 

OK BUT

Pyrrha being really bad at throwing non-metal things. Like she turn around and throw a wrench into a basket on a moving target. She can flip a ring with two fingers while blindfolded onto the bottle tops to win the grand prize at the fair. She throw a dart under one arm and make a perfectly good bullseye six times in a row. Team JNPR has a vine account dedicated for this reason only.
But she cannot coordinate non-metal things. It’s like a bad infomercial. She’ll toss the pancake mix to Ren and it’ll explode all over him. She’ll pass Nora her scroll charger and it’ll land five feet away from her. She’ll toss Jaune a snack after training and it’ll land on the roof. Team JNPR has dedicated a vine account for this reason only also.

Faerie Meals

Dishes used with ingredients that attract faeries, which can be used as offerings or simply enjoyed for yourself and others.

Cakes

  • Earl Grey & Lavender Loaf Cake - (main ingredients) brown sugar, Earl Grey, dried lavender herbs or extract, cinnamon, and fruit if desired. 
  • Rose Cake - (main ingredients) golden sugar, vanilla, rosewater, frosting, and crystallised rose petals to garnish.
  • Elderflower Cake - (main ingredients) golden sugar, ground almonds, elderflower cordial icing. 
  • Poppy Seed Bundt Cake - (main ingredients) vanilla, sugar, almond extract, poppy seeds.
  • Lemon & Thyme Cake - (main ingredients) golden sugar, ground almonds, lemon zest, and thyme leaves.

Breakfast

  • Sunflower Bread - bake a bread mix with sunflower seeds. 
  • Faerie Butter - (main ingredients) cooked egg yolks, rose water or orange blossom water, icing sugar, softened unsalted butter.
  • Pansy Petal Pancakes - whisk a regular pancake mix and add pansy petals. 
  • Candied Violet Biscuits - bake sugar cookies and garnish them with crystallised violets and icing. 

Wine

  • Dandelion Wine - (ingredients) dandelion petals, water, lemon juice and zest, white grape juice concentrate, sugar, white wine yeast, and yeast nutrient. 
  • Elderberry Wine - (ingredients) elderberries, campden tablets, sugar, wine yeast, yeast nutrient, and water.

Note: always check for full recipes and cautions.

Someone brought a pancake griddle, bacon, milk and eggs, pancake mix and syrup to school during midterms. If you paid him $3 he’d give you two slices of bacon and a good sized pancake with syrup. Now everyone calls him pancake man

funny story about ashton’s beer mug:

when calum and ashton moved into their apartment they didn’t have any dishes/bowls and calum wanted to make pancakes, so he used ashton’s big beer mug for the pancake mix and ashton got mad at him because that’s not what it was for (slfl jacksonville soundcheck)

your heart’s desire

inspired by new girl and the lack of any cute cs scenes in the house. its like 1am so all mistakes are mine:)


“Swan.” Killian says, coming to stand beside her as he waits patiently for her to look up from where she’s mixing the pancake batter.  

“Hm?” She checks the batter for any lumps before she tilts her head to look at him, “What’s up?”

“This color is absolutely horrendous.” He holds the little palette up, his eyebrows twitching together in a frown.

Her mouth hangs open and she drops the spatula into the bowl, turning to face him with a hand settled on her hip, “Excuse me?”

“Wood should be a dark shade, love.” He throws the palette of paper that she had given him this morning, telling him that this is gonna be the colour of our wooden floors.

Despite the Evil Queen running around town, Killian and Emma had decided that they will find their quiet moments, that they will live out their normal domestic lives, and one of them included renovating this house which is home now in every sense of the word, but is just so…white.

“Okay, I agree that this place is too bright right now, but if we get really dark wooden floors then it’ll look weird cause the kitchen cabinets are all white.”

“Then we’ll change the kitchen cabinets.” He shrugs as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, his eyes doing a weird (adorable) thing.

She holds up her fingers as she counts them with every word, “We agreed on changing the floor, changing the bathtub to a bigger one wide enough for two people, and to turn the fourth bedroom into a library. We’re not renovating a perfect kitchen.”

“Wouldn’t this steel cold storage thing look better surrounded with darker shades?” He points towards the fridge, raising an eyebrow.

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Pancakes

Prompt: Baking with Chanyeol

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 529

*Lmao this was meant for his birthday, but I fell asleep writing this so yeah. Happy belated birthday my baby~

**Also, fun fact: this is actually the recipe I personally use to make my own pancakes ^^


“Two cups of pancake mix.”

“Pancake mix,” Chanyeol echoed, plopping down the box in front of you.

“A cup of milk and two eggs.”

“Milk. Egg carton.” He scurried over to the refrigerator.

“Three tablespoons of sugar, two tablespoons of vegetable oil, two teaspoons of baking powder, and a teaspoon of vanilla,” you rapid-fired teasingly. Chanyeol gave you a playful glare as he began gathering ingredients.

“Yah, I won’t help you if you do that.”

“Well, you should be in bed because I was gonna make these as a birthday present and you don’t need to help today,” you replied while measuring out the dry ingredients and pouring them into the mixing bowl.

“Well, it’s my birthday, so I can do whatever I want, and I wanna help you.”

“Have it your way.” You grinned and cracked the eggs. You could feel Chanyeol watching you from the side, his head leaning to the side. You didn’t even have to look to know exactly how he was smiling. Soft and small, eyes glimmering sleepily with affection.

“You’re so cute like this.”

“Only like this?” You poured in the milk.

“Yes, only like this.” He steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “You aren’t cute any other time at all.”

You elbowed him in the gut. “Get the mixer.”


“You really should taste it! It’s sweet!” Chanyeol urged, dipping another finger into the batter.

“Chan. I don’t appreciate you eating your breakfast prematurely, dammit,” you cursed lightheartedly as you prepped the stove.

“But it’s my birthday, so I can do-”

“So you can do whatever, yeah, yeah, now pass me the bowl.”

Instead of the bowl, you received a finger, coated in batter, in front of your mouth. You looked up. Chanyeol was pulling you in by the waist, refusing to let you escape as he pressed his finger against your lips, gently pushing it into your mouth. He was giving you his bedroom eyes, demanding that you comply with his wishes.



“Suck.”



You slowly closed your lips around the digit and collected the remaining batter off with your tongue. Chanyeol bit his lip as you refused to break eye contact with him.


And then you bit him.



He was totally acting, and when your teeth clamped onto his finger in a manner than was too harsh to be considered playful but not hard enough to do any damage, Chanyeol began screaming excessively before cracking up. He slugged you in the shoulder lightly.

“YAH!”

“Chan, I’m the one with the frying pan. Try to fight me,” you shot back with a smirk.

“Tch…fine. I’ll leave you alone.”


He didn’t leave you alone.

He stood behind you, planting small, quick kisses to the back of your neck while you flipped the pancakes. Sometimes you would swat at his hand whenever he “subtly” reached for another dip into the batter. Sometimes you’d let him get away with it.

By the time you had run out of pancake mix, Chanyeol had already eaten half of the pancakes on the plate, complementing each one wholeheartedly.

It didn’t even have to be his birthday for you to let him get away with it.

Long Weekend

He wasn’t supposed to be home until sometime the next day but Sam wasn’t tired so he drove on through. The bunker was dark and quiet so he just went on to his room and crashed for the night. He got in a solid six hours before he heard faint music through the door. Curious, he followed the sound to the kitchen.

Cas was wearing orange boxer briefs and a t shirt that most likely belonged to Dean. Somebody’s iPod was on the dock on the counter and he was dancing along to some pop song. He looked like he was making coffee for two. Sam almost made his presence known but Dean popped out of the pantry with the pancake mix and slid up behind Cas, kissing his neck.

“Damn, baby, you look so fucking sexy like this. Mmmm…shake that fine ass!” Dean gave him a quick slap before setting down the box and grinding Cas from behind. Cas actually giggled as Dean nuzzled him.

Sam was shocked. On one hand, he couldn’t believe the smiles and laughter coming from his brother and the angel. It was beautiful enough to bring tears to his eyes. On the other, how long had this been going on? Why didn’t they tell him?

“Just how hungry are you, sweetheart? ‘Cause I’m thinking I’d rather have you for breakfast. Whaddya say?” Dean nibbled Cas’ ear.

Dean,” Cas whined. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” He turned and wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck to kiss him long and deep. “What if Sam comes home early?”

Dean picked Cas up and set him on the counter, tan legs wrapped around his waist. “Let him. We got nothing to hide. I love you, angel. Don’t care who knows it.”

Cas kissed him again, pulling Dean’s bottom lip with his teeth. “But he doesn’t need to see you ravishing me on the kitchen table.”

“Now there’s an idea,” Dean teased. He heaved an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. “Okay. We’ll tell him together when he gets home and hold off on the hanky panky. Just one or ten more kisses to tide me over?”

Sam slunk back to his room as the sounds of soft moans and lips smacking filled the kitchen. His little brother instincts told him to surprise them in the middle of their makeout session but he kind of thought it was cute. He’d never seen his brother look so…in love. He gave them a few minutes before pretending to just wake up.

“Hey, guys! You’re up early.” Sam greeted them. They were standing shoulder to shoulder at the stove and Dean was trying to get Cas to flip a pancake.

“Sammy! Drive all night?” Dean asked. His lips were a little red, so were Cas’.

“Yeah, got in late and crashed. Have a good long weekend?”

Both men blushed and Dean ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. It was one of his nervous tells. They exchanged glances and both of them got stars in their eyes. Dean slid his hand down into Cas’ and entwined their fingers. Cas never stopped beaming at the hunter. “We did, Sam. We um…we’re together and we’re happy and…” Dean locked eyes again with his angel, “I love him.”

“And I love Dean as well, Sam,” Cas spoke up without ever looking away from Dean.

Sam just stared with a grin spreading across his face. “So this just happened while I was gone?”

“It’s been happening for eight years. I just stopped being a dumbass sometime Thursday night and realized I had everything I ever wanted right in front of me.” Dean kissed the corner of Cas’ smiling mouth.

“And we’ve been very affectionate since then,” Cas added.

Sam snorted a laugh. He’d witnessed a little of that affection earlier. “Well, I’m happy for you. Both of you. And starving. Is there bacon to go with the pancakes?”

“Well that was easy.” Dean gave Cas another quick peck on the lips and resumed his breakfast duties. Cas pulled out another cup for Sam’s coffee and Sam told them how his case had gone in Indiana.

concept: you and i wake up in bed together, tangled in the sheets with sunlight streaming onto our intertwined hands. we don’t know what day it is, and it doesn’t matter. you grin and kiss my nose before sitting up, stretching and pretending to ignore my hands lazily grabbing at your waist, trying to get you back into bed.

i end up making breakfast, mixing your favorite color of food coloring into the pancake mix. you stand behind me, your arms wrapped around my waist. we are wearing each other’s shirts and underwear. no pants. you kiss the freckles and moles on the back of my neck and on my shoulders. i laugh a little and mumble at you to stop, but i don’t mean it in the slightest.

Breakfast

Ginny mixed the pancake batter vigorously. She wasn’t much of a cook but how hard could pancakes be? According to the youtube video playing on the iPad perched on the kitchen counter, it was quite easy. It was her and Mike’s first day during the off season as an official couple and she wanted it to be special. Suddenly she heard heavy footfalls coming down the stairs. Her favorite grumpy teddy bear was finally awake.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty,” she teased as Mike made his way into the kitchen.

“Would’ve been up a lot sooner if someone didn’t insist on having her way last night,” he winked.

“Not my fault your stamina ain’t what it used to be old man,” she retorted.

Mike scoffed and wrapped his beefy army around Ginny’s midsection, peering over one bare slender shoulder and into the mixing bowl.

“What do we have here?,” Mike stuck a finger into the bowl scooping out some of the thick, creamy substance.

He placed it in his mouth and sucked the batter off with obscenely loud smacking noises reminiscent of the countless times he spent between her legs the night before. Ginny squeezed her thighs at the memory.

“Is it good?” she asked huskily.

Mike looked down at her, his hazel eyes shielded by ridiculously long eyelashes.

“I’ve tasted better,” he replied.

Ginny’s thighs quivered. She knew he wasn’t talking about pancakes.

Kino making you breakfast
  • loves waking up a little early so he can bring you breakfast in bed
  • slips out of bed as quietly as possible so you don’t wake up
  • shuffles into the kitchen
  • cringes when his bare feet meet the cold tile
  • can never find the right size pan so he has to hunt a little
  • refuses to use pancake mix 
  • makes everything from scratch
  • always gets a little piece of eggshell in the batter
  • spends five minutes getting it out
  • only uses a hand whisk because the last time he used the electric one he got batter all over his shirt
  • puts in some blueberries and chocolate chips because they’re your favorites
  • only buys organic maple syrup
  • has to flip the pancakes without uses a spatula at least once
  • piles three pancakes onto a tray with the bottle of maple syrup and a glass of juice
  • picks a flower from the garden every morning to put in a tiny vase on the tray
  • tiptoes back into the room and sets the tray on the nightstand
  • peppers kisses all over your face until you wake up
  • helps you sit up in bed with a pillow propping your back
  • puts the tray on a lap stand for you
  • loves watching you eat and steals occasional bites
  • also steals sticky kisses
  • best way to wake up ever

Originally posted by kinoed

Originally posted by jungkooksleigh

You wake up to the fresh smell of pancakes mixed with the sweet aroma of sugar and strawberries. The sun grazed the white curtains as they move slowly against the spring air, the movement therapeutic. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you slip your house shoes on and shuffle towards the kitchen. There you see a pajama-clothed Jungkook, his hair still standing up from sleeping. You move behind him to hug his back and nuzzle your face into his shirt as you close your eyes.

“Ah, I was supposed to be done before you woke up.” He chuckles softly and flips a pancake, putting it to the side once it’s done.

You begin kissing his spine in response which makes him twitch every time your warm lips touch his firm back.

“Y/N” He says a bit stern to cover up his embarrassment. You always knew how to please him in the most excruciating ways. 

“Yes?” You answer teasingly then rest your chin on his shoulder, beginning the kissing process on his neck. You can hear a low noise starting to form in his throat which is a sound you knew well. For a few minutes he didn’t respond but before you knew it, he swung around, grabbing your face in his hands and pressing his slightly chapped lips on yours. You let out a soft gasp but respond almost immediately, running your fingers through his bedhead hair.

With a swift flick of his hand, he switches the stove off and picks you up, playfully biting you causing you to squirm in his arms. Laying you on the bed, his biting attacks became more fervent and needy, hands roaming along your body.

Needless to say, you had to reheat the pancakes.