Pancake Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

I said as I chuckled. “Pancakes, seriously Rainn, you’re mom fights dirty…” He said groaning as he pushed his face into the pillow. Beau loves moms cooking in general, but her pancakes are out of this world, and Beau becomes putty in mom’s hands when she makes her infamous pancakes some mornings.

My voice was too quick and Kian chuckled. “So excited for pancakes?” His grin widened when I ducked my head. “Maybe.” The café he led me to was tucked two blocks from campus, a little bed and breakfast kind of place that smelled like butter and coffee the second we walked in. It was small and crowded, with faded floral wallpaper and waitresses who looked like they’d been there since the seventies. But the food, oh God. “The pancakes here will ruin you for life,” Kian said as he ordered. He wasn’t wrong. The first bite nearly made me moan. It was light, fluffy and drowning in maple syrup. The sausages were spiced and smoky, apparently made in house. I devoured them while Kian teased me mercil

Leo barrels back in, climbs the bed, and throws himself across both our laps. “Pancakes now?” Elena’s mouth twitches. Barely. It’s the first almost-smile I’ve seen since yesterday. “Yeah, baby,” she says, voice cracked open. “Pancakes.” ********************** Elena’s POV I stand in Julian’s kitchen in one of his T-shirts that hangs to my knees and watch him try to make dinosaur-shaped pancakes . He is terrible at it . The first one looks like a melted foot . He flips it too early ; it folds in half like roadkill.

Real. “So,” he said after a moment, flipping another pancake, “should we just cancel everything today? Stay in? Eat, kiss, repeat?” “I’m listening,” I said. He slid a pancake onto a plate and passed it to me, then grabbed the syrup. “We could call it… Pillow Fort and Pancake Day.” I choked on my coffee laughing. “You? Damian Blackstone? In a pillow fort?” He gave me a wicked grin. “Don’t test me, trouble. I have throw pillows and a lot of imagination.”

It is so attractive. “You know…” I say, tilting my head, “you kinda look hot with that apron tied lazily around your waist.” He leans in, a gleam in his eye. “Do I?” I nod, lips quirking. “Mm-hmm.” His leans in and places a soft kiss on my mouth. “Now try it.” My heart flutters as I take a bite. The pancake is warm, fluffy, perfectly golden. There’s that extra hit of cinnamon, just enough to make it cozy.

She points at one of the food Raegan made. “Oh, chocolate panckaes?” He says, a smile returning to his face. “I made that specially for Coral. It’s her favorite dish…” I hear him tell her. His body blocks her off from where I’m standing but I could see her frizzly blond locks peek out each time she points at a different items on the table. Then Raegan shifts and I see her face. She’s spotting an unusal coy smile as she interacts with Raegan, then our gaze meet briefly before she turns to the chocolate pancake she’d just ask about.

“Oh, this looks delicious. But don’t you think that a sardine –“ “You cut it with that,” I say, giving her a playful little glare. “Walnuts and whipped cream are the most daring things that should appear on a pancake. A banana, maybe, if you’re feeling very adventurous.” My friend grins at me and I smile back. “I hate this,” Faiza grumbles, slumping into a chair across from Laila. “I hate all of you.” “I made enough for you too,” I say, taking my proper seat at the head of the table.

She exclaimed, super excited. I helped her make her bed quickly before we both went down to the kitchen. Valerie insisted on helping me with the pancakes, so I let her. She perched on a stool, diligently stirring the batter with a tiny whisk, her tongue peeking out in concentration. “Mummy,” she declared with a thoughtful frown creasing her brows. “Do you think unicorns like pancakes?” I chuckled, flipping a pancake. “Hmm, that’s a good question. Maybe they prefer rainbow sprinkles?”

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

For a split second, his guard dropped - a raw, unguarded look she hadn't seen before. "Mom!" Alan practically jumped off the counter, only for Richard to snag him back by the waist. Alan wiggled free and ran to her, tugging her hand eagerly. "Look, look! Dad's making me pancakes! Dinosaur pancakes!" Annabelle's lips curved despite herself as Alan dragged her closer to the counter, showing off the plate of oddly shaped golden pancakes like they were treasure. "They're a little... unique," she teased, raising a brow at Richard. Richard exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh, shaking his head. "Critics, everywhere I turn," he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.