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latoyalestrange · 3 years

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aaron wakes up on fathers day to you and jack trying to make breakfast for him, but you're a terrible cook and made too much noise to surprise him

this was so cute i just had to do it! thanks for your request!

father’s day. the day you had been dreading for weeks now. not because you hated it, or because you didn’t want to go through the trouble of doing something special; it was actually the opposite. you knew aaron loved father’s day, even if he wouldn’t admit it, and when jack asked you if you could help him make breakfast for his father at four in the morning, you simply couldn’t resist yourself.

you scanned the box of pancake mix for what felt like hours, making sure you got each instruction perfect. jack had watched his father make pancakes dozens of times and had already opened the lower cabinets to find a pan. not without making a loud clang against the pots, though. you pressed your fingers to your lips, a cheeky smile underneath. jack giggled quietly as he held the biggest pan you owned.

“okay, we need...” you checked the box once more. “two eggs, and...will you get the water, bug?” jack happily oblidged, filling water in a measuring cup as you grabbed a carton of eggs out of the fridge.

“ah, thank you,” the measuring cup much too full, of course, but once you eyed the lines and tried your best to match them with the water, it was much better. mixing the batter together was a whole challenge in itself. the box had no specifics on what the consistency of the mix was meant to be, and you couldn’t seem to get the lumps out. once you got it to a semi-smooth consistency, jack was getting impatient and you decided that would have to do. you placed the pan on the stove and poured the batter in the center, not without making the pankcake abnormally large, however.

“that’s a big pancake,” jack observed as he stepped up on his stool to ‘help’ make the pancakes. you chuckled.

“you’re right, that is a big pancake,” you weren’t sure what to do other than simply watch the batter cook, so that’s what you did. until you heard a thud and noticed jack wasn’t by your side anymore. you quickly turned your head, afraid to see him lying on the ground, but instead you were met with a big mess of pancake mix on the ground and the counter. jack, unbeknownst to you, had attempted to make more batter, covering the counter with batter and mix in the process.

“oh, goodness, bug!” you really didn’t want aaron to wake up to a mess on father’s day, so you swiftly grabbed the broom and began sweeping the mix into a dust pan. you swept all the leftover mix and batter that was on the counter into the sink and had just begun cleaning jacks hand when his nose twitched.

“something’s burning,” shit, the pancake. you were so caught up in trying to clean the kitchen and jack that you had completely forgotten about the pancake already on the stove. you tried to salvage the pancake, but it was no good. even worse, the fire alarm started to sound in the kitchen and spread throughout the house within seconds. jack covered his ears and scrunched his face up. you cursed, knowing he couldn’t hear you, and grabbed the nearest towel. unfortunately for you, the tall ceilings were definitely not going to allow you to fan away the smoke, and thus, the alarm kept beeping. there was no way aaron wouldn’t wake up.

“daddy, turn it off!” aaron had appeared in the kitchen and took the towel from you, fanning the alarm. within seconds, the beeping stopped. you sighed and you swore you could still hear fain beeping in your ears. He chuckled, smiling down at you.

“look daddy, we made a pancake for you,” jack brought over a plate with the half-burned and half-raw pancake and handed it to his father, scurrying off to his room to play shortly after.

“you made something,” he joked, unable to contain his laughter how. at first you pouted, but when you saw the damage you had done to that pancake, you couldn’t help but laugh too. aaron set the plate on the counter and wrapped his arm around your waist. you wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your hand.

“thank you,” he smiled down at you adoringly. you let your head fall on his chest as you sighed. “it looks great, really,” he mused. you chuckled.

“he asked me to help him make breakfast for you on father’s day and i couldn’t say no,” you explained. he planted a kiss on your warm cheek.

“listen, love, you’re perfect,” he began, kissing your cheek once more. “but leave the cooking to me, okay?” you blushed.

“i love you,”

“i love you too,”

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cadaverousdecay · 4 years

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okay so i gotta shower, i gotta cut my nails, i gotta eat something; i know we have stuff for sandwiches and pankcake mix so those are options, also i need to eat a vegeatealrb cause i’m a bastard child who doesn’t know how to take care of themself, i don’t think i’m tired yet so i can sleep a little later. i think those are the most pressing things. also i need to drink water. i think i’ll eat then cut nail then shower. okay. i got a plan. i’m not sure if i’m in the mood for a sandwich or pancakes but i can put lettuce on a sandwich so there’s some vegetakvkdkd. or i could put blueberries in the pancakes. i think i’m gonna make pancakes. okay i got this.

#sorry i just need to kinda get my thiughts together #anyway wish me luck i guess #food

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babycakesotoole · 4 years

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Baking Hacks

Baking is a precise science, yes, but in these times you can make cookies if you’re out of butter, okay? Now is not the time to go to a grocery store for vanilla.

- Substitute coconut oil or olive oil for butter in your cookie recipe, 1-1 (using the same amount as your recipe calls for). Coconut will only taste slightly coconutty and both will make for chewy centers and crisp edges. If you’re feeling really wild, substitute any nut butter or tahini for half the butter in your cookie recipe - wow.

-No vanilla extract? USE BOURBON. Booze cooks down so nbd, kiddos. I’ve also tried GIN in a citrus cake and it was delicious.

- Baking Soda: 1/2 teaspoon baking soda = 2 teaspoon baking powder-

- Baking Powder: 1 teaspoon baking powder = ¼ teaspoon baking soda + ½ teaspoon cream of tartar OR ¼ teaspoon cornstarch

- Explore your flour. Is there spelt flour in the cupboard? Or almond or flour? Put some of it into your banana bread - experiment with using 1/3 of the “outsider” flour with 2/3 all purpose. Substitute some semolina into a cake recipe! Wheat flour makes very chewy & delicious cookies. A bit of cornmeal makes a lovely tooth in any baked good. Grind some rolled oats in your food processor and substitute for some of the flour in your muffin, sweet bread or cookie recipe. Look through your baking cabinet and use that stuff because it expires! Before using VERY OLD flour, please look through it carefully (sorry, bugs will live in there) and toss it if you’re in doubt. Store flour in sealed containers/zip bags and don’t buy a 20 lb bag of it unless you really bake your ass off. I put very rarely-used flours in the freezer.

- Sugar! If you’re out of brown or granulated sugar, use the sugar you have. A slight difference in texture or color isn’t going to ruin the carrot cake. If your sugar is hard as a rock because it’s old, try putting it in blender. Store sugars in sealed containers, for pete’s sake.

- Buttermilk can be made by putting a teaspoon of vinegar or lemon juice into your milk.

- Eggs, like gluten, play an important role in baking and I hate subbing anything for them, and believe me I tried while I was a strict vegan. But in these times, you can use half a mashed banana, 1/4 C buttermilk (milk w/ a tsp of vinegar or lemon!), or 1/4 C applesauce in place of 1 egg.

-Honey & Maple Syrup & Agave syrup make incredible substitutes for sugar. Try subbing out 1/3 of the sugar called for with one of these. Aunt Jemima doesn’t really work here - just the real stuff.

- Gluten free? There are a few very good gluten free flour mixes that substitute for all purpose flours. Hodgson Mill makes one that makes lovely pizza crust, cookies, and muffins. If you keep this in stock, you can still sub some of your coconut flour into a recipe for kicks.

- Out of chocolate chips? I dare you to make the same cookie recipe, but with any nuts or seeds you have instead. Do yourself a favor and TOAST THEM FIRST (in a dry pan over medium heat for a couple minutes).

- EXTRAS! Do you have lemons or oranges on the counter? Citrus zest (grated peel) is incredible in pretty much all baked goods, including pankcakes. Add 2 Tbsp of Ground Flaxeed to a bread, muffin or cookie batter. Fruit or vegetables - pineapple, berries, pears, banana, zucchini, carrot - to any muffin or sweet bread. Shred or finely chop a 1/4 C and no need to adjust the rest of the recipe. Also coconut flakes are the ultimate texture creator.

- Dairy is Dairy. If a recipe calls for whole milk or heavy cream and you have 2%, just shrug and use what you have. But do you keep yogurt or sour cream in the house? Both are delicious in cakes & breads & muffins and you can use these wherever you see “milk” or “cream” and same goes for the cake recipe calling for sour cream - you’ve come this far, just use the milk you have. It might be a little different but cake is cake.

- Non-dairy is not dairy but it’s great. Almond, soy, oat, cashew, coconut milks all work in your cakes and muffins. Tip: the more fat the better!

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newtyp · 7 years

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Man whaaat

I went downstairs and cooked up a whole breakfast, eggs bacon tea and orange juice, was gonna make pankcakes too IF the only mix we have wasn’t whole wheat

ayways I cook this stuff up, put it on a plate n bring it upstairs and my momma aint in her room! in fact whole family is no where to be found :C

#mundane #food #I kinda feel suspicious now #what if my family was my imagination >_>

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ylla · 7 years

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Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 4

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu, koichi/yukako (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: celebrity au, modern au, pining, recreational drug use (smoking that wacky tabaccy), lots of talking and cuddles in this one, lads Rating: E

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HAHA, SO MY COMPUTER ATE THIS CHAPTER AND WHAT I HAD FOR TMBTP, SO, I HAD TO RESTART FROM SCRATCH. i rewrote this garbage dump from memory, and here we are. TMBTP is forthcoming once i stop weeping. may the powers that be take pity on this elderly woman (ed. note – author is only 24).

shoutout to TheSmuttiestPrincess and their fic Talk To Me That Way I Like for introducing me to praise kink!okuyasu, which is something i never knew i needed until i read it.

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Josuke woke up the next morning feeling like someone had cracked him across the face with a baseball bat. Fucking storms causing pressure headaches; he’d meet Mother Nature in the pit if she was a real person. He would have gotten up to get medicine if he hadn’t been trapped in the arms of a particularly buff octopus. Okuyasu was spooning him, legs and arms firmly wrapped around Josuke to prevent him from escaping (not that Okuyasu had to worry about that to begin with). Josuke could feel Oku’s slow, even breathing on his neck and it was giving him goosebumps. It felt like it was too early to exist. “What fuckin’ time is it,” he muttered to himself. Blindly, Josuke groped for his phone, but couldn’t seem to find it. “S'about 8:30.” Josuke didn’t hear Okuyasu speak so much as he felt him. “You awake?” Josuke whispered. “Mmh.” Josuke made to turn over, but Okuyasu held him in place. “Lemme roll over.” “I got morning breath,” Oku’s voice was slurred with sleep, voice rougher than usual. “I don’t care, dude. I do too.” Josuke tried rolling over again, but Okuyasu steadfastly held him in place. A power struggle ensued; Josuke valiantly did his best to break free, but Okuyasu had both the upper hand and strength to keep him in place. He felt Oku’s chest shaking with laughter, quiet chuckles in his ear. “I swear to God,” he huffed after a few fruitless minutes of wrestling, resigning himself to Little Spoon status, “I’m firing Polnareff.” That just made Okuyasu chuckle even harder, “No you won’t, that’d break his croissant-lovin’ heart.” He shifted closer to Josuke, and put his face into the junction where his neck met his shoulder. “Hey, uh, is it okay if I…?” Okuyasu faltered, nervous.

“You can kiss me, goofball. We’re dating, remember?”

Josuke could feel Okuyasu face flush before he zealously trailed kisses from Josuke’s shoulder, up his neck, to his corner of his jaw, settling on his earlobe which he nibbled on slightly. It sent shockwaves through his body, and Josuke couldn’t help but hiss.

Okuyasu backed off, “Oh shit, sorry—“

“No no don’t be,” Josuke rubbed the arm that held onto him, “It’s just been like, a long time since I’ve done anything like this. And, uh,” Josuke cleared his throat, “that felt really good, s-so, you know.” It was his turn to flush, and his face was scarlet.

“I just don’t wanna fuck this up. I really like you,” Okuyasu’s voice was small.

“You ain’t gonna fuck this up, I promise. Unless you wanna like, put something fucked up in my ass, like a centipede—“

“EW!” Okuyasu sounded horrified, “That’s disgusting. You just killed my boner, Higashikata.”

He had killed his own one man salute too, but that had been the plan. “Is that why you didn’t want me to roll over?” Josuke asked slyly.

“Uhm. Maybe?” Josuke went to turn towards him, but Okuyasu was obstinate. “I also don’t wanna smell ya mornin’ breath! It’s hot like thunder.”

“Oh my god, you stubborn mule,” Josuke tried to kick him, but Oku just wrapped his legs around Josuke’s tighter. “If we get up and brush our teeth, can we like, face each other?”

“Hm. Hm. I guess.” Okuyasu finally relinquished his iron-clad grip. Josuke sprang up, free to piss and scrub his nasty breath away.

Josuke was rinsing his mouth out when Okuyasu trudged in after him. “About time, lazy ass—“ He raised his head to get a good look at his boyfriend and would have spewed water everywhere if he hadn’t spit it out moments before, “God almighty, Oku, you look terrible.”

Okuyasu looked like he had been rode hard and put up wet. Cheek still bruised from Keicho’s left hook, eyes bloodshot, saddled with bags underneath them, skin looking a little colorless, “I feel terrible. This always happens if I’m out in the rain for too long.”

Josuke moved to let him brush his teeth before questioning him further. When Okuyasu finished, Josuke passed him a towel to wipe his mouth off, “How long were you out there?”

“Dunno. An hour? Two hours?”

“What the fuck, why didn’t you just call me??”

Okuyasu threw his hands up, “I did! I called like, at least 30 times! Your phone was dead or somethin’.”

“Oh shit,” Josuke completely forgot, “I turned it off before passing out on the couch.” He cringed, “Sorry.”

“S’fine,” Okuyasu rubbed one of his eyes, “I was close to just bustin’ a window and comin’ in that way.”

Josuke snorted, “Yeah that would’ve been great. Pissing myself when I wake up to a big ass, sopping wet burglar looming over me. Real romantic.”

“Fuck you dude, I was worried.”

“Worried?” Josuke arched an eyebrow, “Why were you worried?”

Okuyasu shifted from one foot to the other, “You weren’t answerin’, and I knew you were probably upset. I just—You know—“ he gestured vaguely, “jus’ wanted to make sure you were okay.”

That made Josuke’s heart turn over, “Aww, you big sweetie.”

Being called a sweetie made Okuyasu roll his eyes, unable to belie the blush on his face, “Shut up.” He threw the towel back down on the sink and rubbed the back of his neck, “So uh, can I kiss you?”

“You don’t gotta keep asking me that.”

Okuyasu fidgeted, “Sorry. I’m nervous that I’m gonna accidentally make ya uncomfortable, so I feel better when I ask.”

Josuke stepped close to him, placing a hand on his cheek, “You won’t make me uncomfortable. If ya ever did, I’d tell ya.” He stroked his thumb over Oku’s poor, bruised face, “But if it’ll make you feel better, then ask away.”

“Okay.” With that, Okuyasu gave him a kiss on the lips. It was sweet and soft, and it made Josuke’s chest soar. Oku hesitantly wrapped his arms around Josuke’s neck, hands in his hair; Josuke took that as a sign to pull his hips flush against his own and slide his tongue into Okuyasu’s mouth. His actions elicited a deep groan from his boyfriend, who awarded him by gently backing Josuke against the wall. It went from chaste and slow to messy and urgent in almost an instant.

“Fuck,” Josuke breathed as Oku pulled away to put teeth against his neck. When Okuyasu stopped momentarily, Josuke wove his fingers through his hair, “Leave marks.” Oku did as instructed; Josuke couldn’t help but grind his rising erection against Oku. “You’re too good at this,” he moaned, arching his back. That seemed to trigger something in his boyfriend. Okuyasu growled, tugging Josuke’s shirt off of him so he could get better access to his chest. There was a twitching cock pressed up against Josuke where there wasn’t a moment before. He was doing something right.

“God, keep talking,” Okuyasu rasped against Josuke’s collarbone, raking his teeth against it.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he panted. Okuyasu broke off momentarily to rip his own shirt off, before going back to leaving bruises on Josuke’s chest. Josuke ghosted fingers up Okuyasu’s sides; he really was sexy.

This was quickly turning into something a lot more than just a hot and heavy makeout session. Not that Josuke minded, considering how the only thing he had on his mind were how badly he wanted Okuyasu’s mouth on his dick at that very moment. Okuyasu seemed to read his mind, and looked Josuke in the eye with a single-minded ferocity that sent chills down his spine.

Which was ruined when both of their stomachs rumbled audibly.

They stared at each other for a moment before they busted out laughing; Josuke had to hold Okuyasu up to keep him from tumbling into the floor. It took a few minutes, but once their hooting died down, Josuke still held onto him, resting his cheek against the side of his head. “We should probably get food,” he said.

“Yeah…raincheck on this?”

“Raincheck.”

Okuyasu straightened up, pecking Josuke on the cheek, “You got pancake mix?”

There was no pankcake mix, but Okuyasu did a bang up job on eggs and bacon, so breakfast wasn’t a lost cause. Really though, anyone who remotely knows their way around the kitchen is a great cook in Josuke’s eyes. It was still pouring the rain, so no weed smoking for them, which was fine since they needed to be sober for the conversation that needed to take place.

“So,” Josuke started, “Does anyone know you’re gay?” They were back in his room, laying on the bed under one of his cotton blankets. Okuyasu laid on his stomach with a pillow propping his head up; Josuke laid on his side facing him.

“Yeah,” Oku shifted to look at him better, “Everyone in the band knows, plus Tonio and Hazamada. Akira too.”

“Really?”

“Unfortunately. I didn’t, uh, come out in the best way…”

Josuke frowned, “You don’t gotta tell me—“

Okuyasu waved a hand, “Nah, s’fine.” He rolled over onto his back, “See, like, I dated this girl when I was 19. Which, she was the only person I ever dated before you, so you’re my first real relationship. You should feel special,“ Oku looked at Josuke through his lashes, grin on his face. Josuke blushed furiously and punched his arm, because he did. Chuckling, Okuyasu continued, “She ended up cheating on me after like a year of being together, which was a relief because I finally had a good excuse to break up with her—“

“Damn. That’s awful,” Josuke scrunched his face up, “How’d you survive pretending to be straight for that long?”

“We were actually good friends before we dated, and she told Keicho that she was madly in love with me. So he, being my big bro who didn’t know I was gay, but did know I’d never had sex, hooked us up,” Okuyasu gave a wry smile, “Didn’t even fuck her. Ended up losing my v-card to some guy in a dirty bathroom after a show.” He rubbed his face at the memory, “Anyways, so like, I was relieved, but kinda upset because you know, she was still someone I cared about and the breakup was really messy. She was cryin’ and apologizin’, all that bullshit. So they, Keicho, Yuuya, and Akira, all decided to get me shitfaced at this huge party some guy Akira knew was throwin’,”

His eyes grew distant as he recounted the story. “So I get pretty hammered. I dunno if ya noticed, but I tend to uh, get nervous when flirting or kissing—“

“Really? Didn’t have a clue,” Josuke said dryly.

“Shut the hell up. Anyways,” he absentmindedly rubbed the hickies on his neck that Josuke gave him as a thank you for breakfast, “when I’m drunk, I ain’t like that. So there was this cute dude, and I thought everyone else had fucked off to do their own thing. I decided, in my dumbass drunken haze, that kissing him was a good idea—“

Josuke gasped, “Oh no—“

Okuyasu held up his hands, “That’s not the bad part. He was into it. We ended up making out and then he like, dragged me off to some room. What I didn’t notice was that Yuuya witnessed all of this, and went off to get Keicho to come save me, I guess. Long story short, the dude sucked me off, and then after I started goin’ down on him, Keicho and Yuuya busted into the room and pulled me off of him—“

“No!” Josuke covered his mouth with his hand, “They didn’t hurt ya, did they?”

“It wasn’t me they hurt,” Okuyasu chuckled without a trace of humor, “Both of them started whooping this dude’s ass. Me, a damn moron, starts bawlin’ like a stupid baby. I was buggin’ the fuck out.”

“So they thought—“

“That he forced me to? Yeah. It was bad.”

Josuke sucked air through his teeth, “So, what happened next?”

“I actually don’t really remember anything after that. Good ol’ Yuuya filled me in the next mornin’ when I had the worst hangover of my life, the bastard,” Okuyasu scowled. “I ended up crying so hard, I upchucked all over my clothes, so they stripped me down to my pants and hauled my drunk ass out of there. The next mornin’, they had a lot of questions, and I had to answer ‘em.”

“What did you say?”

“That I liked dudes, and everything that had happened last night was because I wanted it to,” Okuyasu sighed, “It wasn’t a… fun conversation. I was cryin’ again, like a fuckin’ idiot, and that made my head hurt worse. Keicho was pissed, and Yuuya wasn’t happy either.”

“Not over you likin’ guys, right?” Josuke clarified.

“No, not over me likin’ dudes. It was over me putting myself in that situation in the first place, like a fool. ‘Bad things coulda happened to you, what if we hadn’t had been there, blah blah blah’. Keicho really reamed my ass over it.”

“They had a point,” Josuke said, “so what happened after that?”

“Nothing really. Keicho said he didn’t hate me for being gay, he just hated me for being stupid. Yuuya said that he didn’t care, as long as I’m happy, it’s whatever to him. Akira was a dick, but Akira is always a dick.”

“Your brother is such an asshole.”

Okuyasu shrugged, “Yeah, but he’s always been like that.”

“What about everyone else?”

“As for Hazamada, Yukako, and Tonio knowin’, Hazamada was home when it all went down, so he heard. Tonio knows because I told him, same with Yukako.”

Josuke nodded, then scooted close to Okuyasu and planted a smooch on his cheek, “Thanks for tellin’ me that.”

“You’re welcome,” Oku turned onto his side to look Josuke in the face, “now your turn. Who knows you’re gay?”

“Basically everyone in my personal life. Like, friends and family.” Josuke brushed a stray hair out of his face, “It’s kind of an open secret, I guess? Most people in the industry assume I am.” Josuke grimaced, “It doesn’t stop me getting hit on by women, or rubbed up on, unfortunately.”

Okuyasu chortled, “Yikes. I’m lucky I’m ugly.”

Josuke jabbed him in the ribs with his fingers, “You’re not ugly, stop talking about yourself like that. Anyways,” Josuke huffed, “I came out to my mom and grandpa when I was like 14. They were trying to set me up with the daughter of one of my mom’s friends. I panicked and blurted it out in car on the way to dinner one night.”

Oku cringed, “Ouch. What happened?”

“They were like, oh okay. And then mom started plotting to get me set up with the son of one of her friend’s,” Josuke shook his head, “They were both cool about it, told me they loved me and supported me. The Joestar side of my family was also chill about it. That didn’t surprise me, since Jotaro, my nephew, has a husband, Polnareff has a boyfriend, and my cousin Johnny is seeing some Italian guy.”

“That’s good though. I’m happy for ya,” Okuyasu propped his head up with his arm, “So, you’ve dated guys before right?”

“Yep. I’ve had a few boyfriends, last one was about…” Josuke looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember, “It’s been two years…? Yeah,” he nodded, “Two years ago. That didn’t end well, so I kinda swore off relationships until I met you.”

“Really?? Why me?”

Josuke shrugged, “Dunno, you’re just special.” He wasn’t too surprised to see tears flood Okuyasu’s eyes, given how emotional he could get.

“Jooosukeeeeee,” he whined, tears rolling down his face.

“Don’t cry, you marshmallow fuck,” Josuke wiped the tears away.

It took a minute, as it always did, to get Okuyasu to calm down. Oku pulled Josuke into his arms, big giddy smile on his face, “That last guy must’ve been awful if you think I’m better than he is.”

“First of all, you’re amazing so never say never say that about yourself again, asshole. Second, yeah, he was massive penis.”

“What happened? You don’t gotta tell me if it’s bad,” Okuyasu quickly amended.

“I was just partying waaay too hard when we were together and he was like, an enabler? I think that’s what Koichi called him. We were together a little over 10 months, and during that time I stayed super high or really drunk. It wasn’t good. And he was a huge asshole, and treated me like shit, so,” Josuke shrugged again.

“I’ll kick his ass if I ever see him.”

Josuke snorted at Okuyasu’s threat, “You don’t even know who he is.”

“Do I care? I’ll drop that motherfucker in a heartbeat.”

“You fuckin’ dork,” Josuke kissed Oku on the jaw, “It’s fine, I moved onto bigger and better things. I got you now.”

He felt tears; Okuyasu was crying again. “Damn right you do,” he sniffed.

“Don’t cry again. Come on, let’s watch something.”

“Josuke, wake up.”

“Mmh.”

“Josuke!”

“Mmmmmmh.”

“Wake up, you’re drooling on me again!”

Josuke’s eyes snapped open, “Goddamnit, sorry. I’m so gross when I sleep,” he sat up to wipe drool off of his face and Okuyasu. His headache had eventually gotten the best of him, and he’d fallen asleep with his head resting on Okuyasu’s chest. It wasn’t completely his fault, Oku start playing with his hair while they watched some bad show about vampires, and it relaxed Josuke so much, he passed out. And when he’s that relaxed, Josuke can’t control the flow of spit coming out of his mouth.

“It’s fine dude, I still think you’re cute. How’s your head?”

“Better,” he settled back down into Oku’s arms, “How’s your everything?”

“Eh, I’ll live.”

“Do you wanna switch places? You can sleep on me.”

“Nah, my glasses dig into my face if I try to cuddle like that while watchin’ somethin’. I’m good like this,” he resumed running his fingers through Josuke’s hair.

“You’re gonna put my ass back to sleep doing that. Turn it on something I’ll pay attention to.”

Okuyasu grabbed the PS4 controller, “Whaddya in the mood for?”

“A tacky reality show,” Josuke yawned, “Let’s binge Rock of Love.”

Josuke picked up his phone off of his nightstand as Okuyasu loaded the show, having rescued it from the corner he threw it into earlier. After listening to Okuyasu’s panicked voicemails and reading the avalanche of worried texts he got from him, Josuke made sure to give his boyfriend extra kisses. He felt guilty for causing that much distress.

“Hey, Oku.”

“Yeah?”

“How open do you wanna be about…us?”

“I dunno man, I ain’t got much experience in this,” Okuyasu scratched his chin with his free hand, “What do you wanna do?”

Josuke thought for a moment, “Well, I’m not ready to be out in like, the public eye. But I wanna tell our friends and family.”

“Sounds good,” Okuyasu kissed the top of his head, “I uh, already may have told people?”

Josuke froze up, “Who?”

“Everyone who already knows about me….Y-you ain’t mad about that, right??” Okuyasu’s fingers stopped moving.

He relaxed, “No, it’s okay. I figured you’d want them to know anyways”

Josuke heard a sigh of relief, “Okay, cool. Also I took a video of you sleepin’ on me earlier, that’s what I sent to them.”

“Oh god,” Josuke groaned, “Don’t tell me you could see the drool in it.”

Okuyasu grabbed his phone and pulled up Snapchat, “I’m an asshole, not cruel.” He had posted the video to his story; it was just of him playing with Josuke’s hair as he slept, with a little heart sticker in the corner. It was adorable.

“Shit, that’s cute. What was everyone’s reaction?”

“Uhh, got congratulations from Tonio, Hazamada sent me a snap of him miming throwing up, Yuuya asked if we banged yet, Yukako told me to not tonguefuck you in front of her, and Keicho only sent me that straight-faced emoji, which is better than I expected. Since you know, after last night—“

“That fistfight was over me, wasn’t it?”

“Ehhh, kinda?” Oku sounded like he didn’t want to talk about it, “Mostly about how I was with you all the time and he didn’t trust you, it was fuckin’ stupid. I don’t think it was really about you? I think it was about like, me not wanting to be up his ass all the time anymore. I dunno, it was typical Keicho bullshit.”

Josuke grumbled under his breath about kicking Keicho’s ass, but Okuyasu flicked his forehead, “I got it handled, don’t worry ya pretty head over it.”

Too late, Josuke groused to himself. Instead of bitching about it, Josuke opened up Snapchat on his phone. He started recording, “Hey Oku, kiss me.”

The video of them kissing was worth the shitstorm of replies, texts, and phone calls Josuke had to deal with for the rest of the day.

It was late, and the rain still hadn’t petered out. “You’re staying tonight, right?” Josuke asked, speaking softly into Oku’s ear. This time, he had won out on being Big Spoon.

“Do you want me to?” came the sleepy reply.

“Uh, duh. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want ya to.”

“Don’t be a dick, Higashikata. I’ll roll my fatass out of here too quick to talk about.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“Me too. ‘Sides, we all know you got the fat ass in this relationship.” Okuyasu cackled despite Josuke jabbing him in the ribs, “What?? It’s a compliment.”

Josuke pouted, “You’re lucky I like you, Nijimura, or I’d push your ass out of bed.”

“Don’t do that, I don’t got the cushion like you do, it’d hurt—“

He launched Okuyasu off the bed as hard as he could. Oku landed in a heap on the floor, snorting and rolling around like a pig in a sty. He peered down at his porcine boyfriend, “You’re a mess, you farm animal.”

Josuke miscalculated; Okuyasu grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him down on top of him, knocking their heads together. Another power struggle took place, with Okuyasu winning yet again by tangling himself firmly around Josuke. With some effort, Oku pulled down a pillow and blanket, and wrapped it around them snuggly. “Bedtime, Jojo,” he kissed the top of Josuke’s head.

The floor wasn’t very comfortable, but when Okuyasu started snoring, Josuke followed him to dreamland.

The next morning, Tamami accidentally nailed Josuke in the dick when he stepped on what he assumed was a pile of blankets on the floor. Tamami was kicked in the cock and balls by an enraged Josuke, then booted downstairs. Okuyasu bypassed laughing and went straight to crying, tears of mirth leaked from his eyes. He promptly shut up when Josuke told him to kiss it and make it feel better.

Maybe next time.

#josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura #josuyasu #josuke x okuyasu #jjba #quick q: would it make sense if i changed my url to my ao3 handle? anyone got any thoughts on that

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thisisstillme · 4 years

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Piss off pigeon

Sunday 2nd June Actually slept finally. I did wake up in the middle of the night, or so I thought and then realised I’d only been in bed 2 hours. So I got myself back off to sleep, woke up at 6 feeling exhausted, thought about getting up but decided I needed more sleep and eventually surfaced at 9:30. The husband was already up watching a film and had set my bird feeder up yay! I just had to put the food out so I fed the birds then us. Well I say us, I wasn’t particularly hungry so had another banana shake for breakfast. I then spend some time chasing a pigeon away from the bird feeder until the husband goes out and adjusts it. Bloody greedy thing (the pigeon not the husband) I fell asleep for a bit, no energy whatsoever! When I woke up I felt a bit hungry so decided to try the cheesy & bacon egg mix I got from Exante. You cook it like a pancake, now for me pankcakes are sweet, I know some people have savoury but I don’t, so I think that’s why it was weird for me, don’t think I’ll be having those again. I get another burst of energy in the afternoon. I put all the clean washing away, move all the winter clothes from my drawers & wardrobes, change the bed and hoover. Decide I deserve a bath after all that, so I get self care Sunday underway, put a treatment on my hair. Get started on dinner, which is interrupted several times by the bastard pigeon, I don’t want him scaring the little birds away. Quite disappointed with the lack of other birds, Fred would never have done this to me. I am eventually rewarded with a little robin but it doesn’t last long until the fat pigeon comes flapping over. FFS #alcohol #drinking #weightloss #selfcare #selflove #health #wellness #diet #lifestyle #positivity #blog #blogger #blogging #sleep #husband #housework cleaning #home #chores #cleanhouse #homesweethome #tidy #laundry #insomnia #realhousewivesofcheshire #exante #myfitnesspal #birds #birdfeeder #robin 

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the-paleo-diets · 5 years

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justkourtnie · 5 years

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It’s not just for you.

Saturdays held my favorite tradition

I mixed the batter

You fried the bacon

We took turns cooking the pancakes

On the white, discount griddle all types of creations were made

There were the black ones from when you would turn the heat too high

The crumbled ones from when I tried to flip them too soon

The accidental tiny ones made from the dripping of an overfilled ladle

The huge one I always made at the end out of all the remaining batter Just so I could give it to you and see your smile

When the pile of our creations grew as high as it would ever grow

We moved to the round, scratched table your mother gave to us when we moved into that apartment

You rationed out the bacon

Always giving yourself more

While I never questioned why

I pulled the peanut butter from the cabinet

Then waited for your comment about how wrong it was to have peanut butter on pancakes

I look at the glob of peanut butter next to the stack of pancakes on my plate tonight and can hear you saying it one more time

But

Today I mixed the batter

And fried the bacon

And cooked the pancakes

I move to the new table I bought from ikea three months ago

Something about having pancakes without you makes me feel guilty

Like I’m trying to have a Saturday morning with out you

At times like these I have to keep reminding myself

Pankcakes are not just for him.

#spilled ink #personal shit

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kakemagic31-blog · 5 years

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I ran out to purchase my $4 gallon of whole milk for my Aunt Jemima Pankcake & Waffle mix with my Brown eggs and Tub of "I can't believe it's NOT butter" and my Aunt Jemima Butter Rich Syrup😍☺😘 https://www.instagram.com/p/BrTsvEVH1Tb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=oysb3bytktva

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hazel-wolf · 6 years

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The Lake House after the Full Moon - Pancakes and Promises

Hazel woke up in the late afternoon. Hazel had turned back into a human when it had still been dark, but close to morning. She’d been awake the entire time, so she’d slept in a lot longer than she normally would have. She got up, yawning and stretching. She followed Elena and Stefan’s scents. She wanted to talk to them.

When she saw them in the living room, she smiled nervously, “Good morning.”

They’d stayed with her the rest of the full moon as she’d been a wolf. She wanted to talk to them more now, and thank Elena for staying with her. After she’d turned back into a human, she’d been exhausted, and they’d carried her up to bed. She also hoped next full moon, she wouldn’t have to stay in the basement. But she was happy knowing now they knew she was herself, and they wouldn’t be as worried next time. She was happy knowing they knew, touched Elena had accepted her so fast and kept her promise. She’ll be with me for all of the next full moons! She smiled, walking over and sitting next to them.

Stefan walked into the main room and saw Hazel, ”Good morning, Hazel,” he smiled squatting down and kissing her on the forehead.

“Hey, honey.” Elena smiled when Hazel walked into the living room. She got up from her spot on the couch just as Stefan walked in and kissed Hazel’s forehead. It took absolutely every last ounce of her strength to not go ‘aw’ at how cute the picture in front of her was. She walked over to Hazel and repeated Stefan’s action of kissing her forehead. “How are you feeling?” she asked, concern in her eyes.

“Morning Stefan!” Hazel smiled when he kissed her on the forehead. Stefan really loved her too, just like Elena! “Hey Elena!” She smiled at her, the word honey making her so happy. She loved when Elena called her names like that. She kissed her on the forehead too. “I’m feeling a lot better,” she told them. “And thanks so much, for staying with me last night. I’m glad I could show you I’m still me. It means a lot, that you stayed and I didn’t have to be alone.” She laughed lightly, “I think we’ll need to wash Angel though.” She thought of how she’d carried her bear lightly in her mouth, to try and show them it really was still her. “I did that because I figured it’ll help convince you it was still me. But she’ll need a good washing now I think.”

Stefan smiled, ”Glad to hear you’re feeling better. That’s no problem we can wash her today.” He walked into the kitchen for a moment to pour himself a cup of coffee and was back in the room in seconds and sat down on the couch.

“I’m glad you’re good.” Elena said, smiling. She stood up and placed a kiss on Stefan’s cheek and then walked back over to the couch, Hazel following her.

She laughed as she sat back down. “We’ll definitely need to wash Angel. Wolf slobber probably isn’t the best thing for a teddy.”

When Stefan returned to the room, she got a whiff of his coffee and instantly craved some. Standing up again she made to walk towards the kitchen. “Do you want some breakfast, Hazel?” she asked, before continuing walking into the kitchen.

Hazel smiled brightly at Elena. “Yeah we will! And it’s not is it? Sorry about that! I couldn’t think of a better way to convince you.” Hazel followed her to the kitchen, hearing a rumble in her stomach. “Yes please, I’m really hungry!” As they made it to the kitchen, Hazel asked hesitantly, “Hey Elena… next full moon, I won’t have to stay in the basement will I? I know we might go to the lake house again, but I won’t have to stay in there now, will I?” Next full moon, Hazel didn’t want to be stuck to the basement. The next full moon was awhile away, but Hazel wanted to know.

Stefan walked back into the kitchen with Elena and hazel. He leaned against a counter and asked, ”What are we having for breakfast today?”

Elena laughed and looked around the kitchen. “I have pancake mix?” she posed the statement as a question. She wouldn’t be eating, nor would Stefan, but after last night, Hazel deserved a treat.

When Hazel asked about not staying in the basement, Elena was struck with worry. She trusted Hazel, but not staying down there was another story. She looked over to Stefan, giving him a look that showed she wasn’t certain what to say. “Oh, you’ll have to talk to Stefan about that.” she deflected.

“Pancakes sound great!” Said Hazel delighted. At Elena’s words, she nervously glanced at Stefan. “Did you hear that? Would it be okay if I didn’t have to stay in the basement next full moon? Please! You know I’d never hurt one of you. I just thought it’d be more fun to next time if I got to move around a little more. We could go outside, or just stay in the Lake House. I’d be like a puppy! I’d never hurt either of you.” She looked hopefully at them both. It would mean a lot to her if they’d be comfortable with her around the house next full moon.

“Why not,” Stefan smiled. “Outside you me, play a little game of tag,” he said lightly poking hazels stomach.

Elena watched on as Stefan teased Hazel, feeling so even more in love with him then she already did. There was something about seeing guys with kids, it was so attractive. “I guess you can, then.” Elena said to Hazel, before flashing a meaningful smile Stefan’s way.

Elena went back to cooking the pancakes, hoping that she’d be able to watch more Stefan/Hazel bonding, mainly for her own viewing pleasure.

“Thank you Stefan!” Hazel beamed, giggling when Stefan poked her stomach. “I’ll win!” She lightly nudged him with her shoulder. “There’s no way you’ll be faster than me!” She smiled at Elena too. Next full moon would be a lot of fun. “I love you both, you’re the best!”

“No problem,” Stefan smiled, ”We’ll see about that.” he crouched down and said, ”I love you, too,” and kissed Hazel’s forehead.

Elena looked over at Hazel and Stefan, a huge grin on her face. “Well I love you both.” she said, passing Hazel a plate with two already cooked pancakes on it. She then went over and kissed both Hazel’s hair and Stefan’s cheek. Lingering at Stefan’s ear she whispered to him “I feel so much like a family. It’s almost frightening.” She pulled away from him, with a smile on her face.

Hazel couldn’t stop smiling, as Stefan kissed her forehead. Those words meant everything to her. It wasn’t something she was used to hearing from back home; the way things had once been for her. She loved hearing it, and saying it back. “In a month we’ll find out who’s faster!” She added to Stefan.

She took the plate from Elena with the pancakes, “Thanks so much!” Elena kissed her hair, and Hazel was filled with happiness. “I love you both soooo much!” She declared. “I love saying it, and hearing you say it. Back at home, no one ever said it to me…” Her voice turned sad for the slightest moment, but she shook herself out of it. She couldn’t think about her past so much anymore. “But now I’m with my real family who I love more than anything in the world!” She sat down, getting ready to eat her pankcakes.

Stefan smiled at Hazel, he likes seeing the people he loves so happy. It took him a while to wrap is mind around the word family, when Hazel said it.

Elena frowned slightly when Hazel mentioned her old family. Elena still hadn’t had the opportunity to go into the intricate details of her old family life, but now was still not the time to mention it. They’d get around to it, she thought to herself.

She took a seat at the bench next to Hazel, grabbing Stefan’s hands on the way past and pulling him over to stand next to her.

Hazel ate her pancakes, which were delicious. It was a nice feeling, eating breakfast with a loving family. “These are really good Elena, thanks!” She smiled at them. I’m so happy I was lucky enough to find them!

Stefan followed behind Elena when she grabbed his hands and stood next to her and smiled.

*** Hazel written by hazel-wolf. Elena Gilbert written by judgeylittleeyes. Stefan Salvatore written by romancenovel-stare. Starter by hazel-wolf. Because I deleted my original account and Elena is the only member in this role-play with their account still up, you can find the role-play here.

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