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fatty-food · 10 days
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Banana cupcakes (via Instagram)
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andallshallbewell · 8 months
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hotchnisslvr · 23 days
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banana pancakes
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader
Rating: E
Category: Fluff (tooth-rotting)
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: On a Sunday morning, you wake to find Aaron making breakfast in the kitchen. He surprises you with slow dancing to old country music, Jack is cute as all get out, and of course, banana pancakes.
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“Jack?” you ask groggily. You prop yourself up on your elbows and note Aaron isn’t in bed beside you. “Hey buddy, is everything ok?” You glance at your phone plugged in on the nightstand where the numbers blink back 8:37AM aka too early on a Sunday.
Jack giggles quietly. “Daddy is being silly in the kitchen.”
Knowing that could mean anything to a six year old, naturally, your brow furrows. Your lips quirk into a half smile as you regard his own happy face. “What do you mean, silly?”
Jack’s little hands fly to his mouth as he stifles another laugh. “I’m going to go play in my room!” And just like that he bounces off of the bad and darts out the door into the hallway.
Now curious, you push the sheets back and slide out of bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as a chill passes through you. Before leaving the room, you pull on the gray cotton robe that falls to your mid-calf and tie it loosely over your sleep shirt and shorts set. As you step into the hallway, the smell of coffee and something baking fills your nostrils. Your stomach rumbles gently in response to the sweet aroma.
Quietly, you make sure way down the hall. When you’re close enough to peer into the kitchen, you lean against the doorway and watch. The stove is along the far wall, so if you’re cooking, you’re turned away from the doorway. He doesn’t see you, not at first.
Dressed only in a white t-shirt and boxers, the apron decorated with images of wine glasses on it contrasts sharply with the plaid pattern of his undergarments. George Strait is playing on the stereo. He gently shakes his hips back and forth as he quietly sings along to the country ballad. As he flips the pancakes over, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You bite your thumbnail as you watch him and when he turns around, the stunned look on his face causes you to smile even wider.
“Now how am I supposed to bring you breakfast in bed if you’re not in bed?” he questions, the dark slash of his brow arching as he regards you with warm, brown eyes.
“You can blame the little man,” you reply cheekily. “He woke me up to tell me daddy was being silly in the kitchen.”
Hotch smiles, revealing the left dimple in his cheek. “Oh yeah?” he says, tone playful as he saunters toward you. Stretching his hands out toward the ties on your robe, he takes hold of them and pulls you in toward him. Looping one arm around your waist, he uses the other to swipe at the dial on the stereo. The volume cranks up and he takes your hand in his. Turning in a slow circle, he sways to the music, pulling you along with him.
He presses a kiss to your temple and holds you close as he dances you in small circles around the kitchen. Putting a deep country vibrato into his voice, he begins to hum and sing along against your cheek.
“I cross my heart,” he sings, “and promise to, give all I’ve got to give to make your dreams come true.”
You drop your head back and laugh as he whirls you around in a dramatic arc. “Aaron!” you cry giddily.
He continues to sing. “In all the world, you’ll never find a love as true as mine.”
The acrid smell of something burning starts to singe your nostrils. “Aaron, the pancakes!”
“Oh, let them burn!” he croons.
You playfully slap at his chest before breaking free from his hold. In turn, he slaps you on the ass. You shriek gleefully and he laughs as you dash over to the stove and pull the quickly blackening pancakes off the pan. Fortunately, he has a bowl half full of batter still off to the side alongside a plate of about half a dozen perfectly golden brown pancakes.
“Daddy! Daddy!” The pitter patter of small feet slapping against the linoleum echoes as Jack tumbles into the room. Aaron grabs him around the middle and swoops him into the air.
“Hey buddy!” he greets as he kisses him on the cheek.
“Daddy, it’s our song!”
Aaron quiets for a moment as he listens to the stereo and Jack is right. The track had changed over to another George Straight song, Love Without End, Amen.
As Aaron dances Jack around the kitchen, swinging him high and low and singing lyrics fractured with laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with joy.
“Daddies don’t just love their children every now and then, it’s a love without end, amen.”
You couldn’t begin to imagine a more perfect Sunday morning than this.
“It’s a love without end, amen!” Jack sing-shouts as the song comes to a close.
Aaron sets Jack down on the floor and you start to clap and cheer. “What a show!” you exclaim. “Jack, that was amazing!”
He grins sheepishly, “Thank you.” He tacks your name to the end of his thanks as he runs to the kitchen table to climb into his chair and you can’t help but feel all the more grateful in return for how much Jack has welcomed you into his little family with him and his dad.
“I’ll get the pancakes,” Aaron says with a quick peck on your cheek as he scoots past you to pick up the plate.
“I’ll get the coffee!” you say in turn and pull two mugs down from the cabinet. As you fix yours and Aaron’s (black for you and splash of milk and two sugars for him), you make sure to grab a third mug from the cabinet to make Jack a glass of chocolate milk. Drinking out of a mug while you two drank your coffee made him feel like one of the grown ups, after all.
You carefully pile all three mugs into your hands and make your way to your seat at the table. Aaron sets a plate in front of you and Jack and you serve yourself and him two pancakes each.
“Oh! Do we have any—” you start and stop as Aaron places a small bowl of sliced bananas beside your plate.
He eyes you knowingly. “You think after all this time, I’d forget your favorite?”
You cup his cheek in your hand and press a quick kiss to his lips.
“Yuck!” cries Jack as she shoves a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.
“I do love banana pancakes,” you say as you scoop a spoonful onto the fluffy rounds in front of you.
Aaron hugs you from behind before taking his seat at the head of the table. “And I love you more than you love banana pancakes.”
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royal-food · 9 months
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PB&J Banana Pancake Sandwiches
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jacky93sims · 1 year
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Icemunmun Pancakes Set Food for The Sims 2
These are four 4to2 conversions from Icemunmun, lowpoly. I wasn't able to make them sometime ago but now I managed to do it and I'm very happy about it because they are very nice pancakes. Preparation tray will be the original pancakes one, only eating and serving stages will be different (except for the kitty one, which has also a different cooking stage... and of course chocolate ones are darker in the pan!). Available only at breakfast time.
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✨Banana Pancakes ✨
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Mickey canonically likes banana pancakes and the song Banana Pancakes is one of my favourites??? Perfect
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itsfoodbaby · 9 months
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instagram.com/breanna.eats
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vegan-nom-noms · 5 months
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Vegan Banana Nut Pancakes
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pixiedane · 9 months
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She remembered the smell of the coconut oil in the black cast-iron skillet. The sound of it catching fire. The sparks like fireflies in the backyard. 
She remembered the feel of the fork as she mashed the banana. The best ones had black spots, just overripe but not too wet, not too sweet. It was her job to press the fruit into a paste. The first ingredient to go in the bowl. 'The foundation of the recipe', that’s what her grandmother called it. "Breakfast is built on this banana. Today is built on breakfast. Your life, B’Elanna, is built on today."
They added the other ingredients on top of the mashed banana paste. She pretended it was the weather. A maple syrup flood. Flour snow. Mixed all together in a baking tornado. Then added to the pan, three at a time. More than once she was too impatient and when the pancakes flipped they fell apart in a banana mash-flour snow-oat milk ribbon mess.
But even the ugly ones tasted like home.
She handed the fork to Miral. Carefully showed her how to mash the fruit. Grinned when the child decided to do it her own way. Just like Tom. Just like her.
They created weather together. They made sparks like fireflies. They measured out three pancakes at a time. And they flipped them too soon. But even the ugly ones tasted like home.
"Breakfast is built on a banana," she told her daughter. "Today is built on breakfast. And your life, Miral, your whole beautiful life, is built on today."
Miral touched her fat, wet, banana-mush-covered hand to B’Elanna’s cheek.
Today was perfect.
written for @startrekpotluck 2023, day 7
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consultjohnwatson · 6 months
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Goodmorning!
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fatty-food · 5 months
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Banana pancakes (via Instagram)
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themamabair · 4 months
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Sunday breakfast.
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deeploverflower · 18 days
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Well, can't you see that it's just rainin'?
So, I always wanted to write a grown-up Charlie Bucket/Mike Teavee One-Shot —1971 version—, inspired by a Jack Johnson song, one from the "In Between Dreams" album, to be precise. I think now is the time to test myself. Interesting incentive for the work, right?
By the way, I don't speak English, and I've finally learned that you shouldn't trust Google Translate 100%.
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wonderkynd · 7 months
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Guess what day it is!
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forestieranger · 5 months
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20/11
Long day at uni. 1st day of my period. Finally, I made pancakes for tomorrow's breakfast, so I don't wake up and get angry at everyone.
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fella-lovin-fella · 1 year
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my boyfriend did this last night so it'd show up this morning
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sorry for winning
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