#love is stored in the omelet

[louisinart]

i am going. to make myself an om-let. i am going. to make myself an om-let.

[sleepdeprivedf1fan]

A Morning Surprise

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Lando had always been thoughtful when it came to your special days, and this year, he wanted to take it up a notch. The two of you were currently in Monaco, soaking in the luxurious atmosphere that surrounded you. Lando had decided to hit the shops early in the morning, wanting to gather a few gifts that would make you smile when you woke up.

As he quietly tiptoed out of the bedroom, he couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful you looked while sleeping. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before heading out. The door clicked shut behind him, and he was off on his little adventure.

The Monaco mall was bustling with activity; it was a vibrant mix of tourists and locals, all looking for the perfect items to add to their collections. Lando had a list in his mind, but he also allowed himself to wander, picking up little trinkets that reminded him of you.

His first stop was a chic little jewelry store. He had seen you eyeing a delicate bracelet the last time you were here, and he knew he had to get it for you. After a friendly chat with the shopkeeper, he walked out with a small, elegantly wrapped box, his heart racing at the thought of your reaction.

Next, Lando found himself in a quaint little boutique that sold all sorts of artisanal goods. He picked up a beautifully crafted journal, knowing how much you loved to write. He could already imagine you scribbling down your thoughts and dreams in it, and the thought warmed his heart.

As he made his way through the mall, he stopped at a gourmet shop, tempted by the smell of freshly baked pastries. He decided to grab a selection of your favorites: croissants, macarons, and a rich chocolate cake. The shop owner chuckled at Lando’s enthusiasm, packing the treats with care as he chatted about the best places to eat around the area.

With his arms full of gifts and goodies, Lando made his way back home, his mind racing with excitement. He couldn’t wait to see your face when you woke up to all the surprises he had planned for you.

Once inside the apartment, he quietly set the gifts down on the kitchen table, arranging them perfectly. He could hear the faint sound of your soft breathing from the bedroom, and it made him smile. He wanted everything to be just right, so he set to work on preparing your birthday breakfast.

He pulled out all the ingredients he needed: eggs, fresh vegetables, and cheese for an omelet, along with some crispy bacon. Lando had spent some time in the kitchen before, but he was determined to make this breakfast special.

While he whisked the eggs and chopped the vegetables, he couldn’t help but hum a little tune, his excitement bubbling over. The smell of sizzling bacon filled the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of the pastries he had bought. It was a delicious medley, and he hoped it would be a fitting start to your special day.

After a while, the breakfast was ready. Lando plated the omelet and bacon beautifully, adding a few fresh herbs on top for garnish. He glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost time to wake you up.

He carefully arranged the pastries on a nice platter, adding a few colorful flowers he had picked up from a nearby shop as a final touch. It was a scene straight out of a magazine, and he felt a rush of pride.

With everything set, Lando tiptoed back to the bedroom, the sounds of the city outside fading as he focused on the task at hand. He pushed the door open slowly, his heart racing as he approached the bed. You were still nestled under the covers, your hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered softly, leaning down to kiss your cheek gently. You stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. He smiled, thinking of how adorable you looked right now, so peaceful and content.

“Time to wake up, birthday girl,” he said a little louder, his voice filled with warmth. He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle shake. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

You blinked a few times, slowly coming to consciousness as Lando’s voice broke through the remnants of your dreams. As your senses began to awaken, the delicious smell of breakfast wafted through the air, pulling you from the comfort of sleep.

“Lando?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and sitting up, the blankets falling away as you looked at him, still slightly dazed.

“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I made you breakfast and got you some gifts.”

You couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of his words enveloping you as you took in the sight of him. He looked so happy, and the sight of him in the morning light made your heart flutter.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, still feeling the remnants of sleep in your bones. “You didn’t have to do all this,” you said, a little shyly.

“Of course, I did! It’s your special day,” he replied, beaming. “Now, come on, let’s eat!”

You followed him into the kitchen, where the table was beautifully set with all the treats he had prepared. The sight was overwhelming, and your heart swelled at the effort he had put into making this day special for you.

“Wow, Lando, this looks amazing!” you said, your eyes wide as you took in the spread before you. The omelet was perfectly cooked, the bacon crispy, and the pastries looked like they had come straight from a fancy bakery.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he said with a playful grin. “I went a little overboard with the pastries.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you took a seat at the table, and Lando served you a generous portion of breakfast. “This is incredible,” you said, taking a bite of the omelet. “You really outdid yourself.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied, his voice warm and sincere. “But it’s not just about the food. It’s about celebrating you and how amazing you are.”

You felt your cheeks flush at his words, a wave of emotion washing over you. “Thank you, Lando. You always know how to make me feel special.”

After finishing breakfast, you moved on to the gifts. Lando watched with eager anticipation as you unwrapped the beautiful bracelet first. “Oh my gosh, I love it!” you exclaimed, holding it up to the light. “It’s exactly what I wanted!”

“I remembered you eyeing it the last time we were here,” he said, a proud smile on his face. “I’m glad you like it.”

Next, you opened the journal, your heart swelling at the thoughtfulness behind it. “You know me too well,” you said, your voice filled with gratitude. “I can’t wait to fill this with all my thoughts and dreams.”

Finally, you reached for the last gift, a small box from the gourmet shop. As you opened it, a delightful assortment of pastries was revealed, and your eyes widened in delight. “You got me all my favorites!”

“Of course! Birthdays are for indulging, right?” he said, laughing.

You felt overwhelmed with happiness, not just for the gifts but for the love and effort Lando had put into making your day special. You couldn’t help but lean over and give him a warm hug, your heart full. “Thank you for everything, Lando. This is the best birthday ever.”

He hugged you back tightly, his warmth enveloping you. “I’m just getting started,” he whispered in your ear, making you giggle.

After breakfast, the two of you decided to take a stroll through the beautiful streets of Monaco. The sun was shining brightly, and the vibrant colors of the flowers and buildings seemed to celebrate your special day along with you. Hand in hand, you wandered through the charming alleys, stopping to take pictures and enjoy the scenery.

Lando was in high spirits, making silly faces and cracking jokes as you explored. You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, feeling so grateful for moments like these.

As you walked, you came across a small park, where you decided to sit on a bench and soak in the atmosphere. Lando pulled out his phone, snapping pictures of you as you enjoyed the sunshine, capturing your laughter and smiles.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice soft and genuine. “I feel so lucky to have you in my life.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, and you turned to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m the lucky one, Lando. You make every day feel special.”

As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, you decided to head back to the apartment to relax for a bit before dinner. Lando had planned a special dinner at a nice restaurant later that evening, and he wanted you to feel rested and ready for the celebration.

Once back, you both changed into more comfortable clothes, and Lando put on some music while you curled up on the couch together. You felt blissfully happy, the earlier excitement giving way to a warm, cozy feeling as you snuggled into him.

The hours slipped by, filled with laughter and sweet moments. You shared stories, talked about your dreams, and simply enjoyed each other's company. It felt like time stood still, and for that moment, nothing else mattered.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue across the room, Lando turned to you, a playful grin on his face. “Are you ready for dinner?”

You nodded enthusiastically, your heart racing at the thought of the evening ahead. “Absolutely! I can’t wait.”

With that, Lando helped you get ready, picking out an outfit that he thought would look amazing on you. You loved how he took such care in making sure you felt beautiful.

When you finally arrived at the restaurant, it was stunning. The ambiance was romantic, with soft lighting and a breathtaking view of the sunset over the water. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be celebrating your birthday in such a beautiful place with the person you loved most.

Throughout dinner, Lando made you laugh with his charming stories from the racetrack, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world. The food was exquisite, and you savored each bite, feeling grateful for every moment.

As dessert arrived, Lando reached across the table, taking your hand in his. “Happy birthday, love. I hope this year brings you all the happiness you deserve.”

Tears of joy filled your eyes as you squeezed his hand back. “Thank you, Lando. This has been the best birthday ever, and it’s all because of you.”

He smiled softly, his gaze filled with affection. “You make it easy to celebrate you. Here’s to many more birthdays together.”

After dinner, you both took a leisurely stroll by the water, the moonlight sparkling on the surface. You felt so content, the day having been filled with love, laughter, and unforgettable memories.

As the night drew to a close, you found yourselves back at the apartment, cozied up on the couch once more. Lando wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as you both reflected on the day.

“Thank you for making my birthday so special,” you murmured, feeling the warmth of his love surround you.

“Anytime, love. You deserve it all,” he replied, his voice a soothing lullaby.

With your heart full and the world outside fading away, you drifted off to sleep in Lando’s embrace, feeling grateful for the love you had found and the incredible life you were building together.

[moonmaiden1996]

Love at First Sight (According to Nagumo, Anyway) Part 2

I honestly didn't think this story would be as popular as it was. Here is part two. I love this man! Requests are open for him!

The bell above the door jingled as you stepped into Sakamoto’s convenience store for the second night in a row. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a dim glow over the aisles of instant noodles and neatly stacked snack packs. It was late, you were exhausted, and the only thing keeping you upright was the promise of caffeine.

What you didn’t expect was the man waiting for you like a lovesick puppy.

Nagumo was already there—this time perched cross-legged on the counter, juggling a few snack packs with the effortless grace of someone who had far too much energy for this hour. The motion was fluid, almost mesmerizing, but it all came to a screeching halt the moment he caught sight of you.

His entire face lit up like a firework.

“She’s back,” he breathed, voice dripping with awe, as if your mere presence had turned his world right-side up again. All at once, he lost control of his juggling act, snacks tumbling to the floor and rolling away unnoticed. In one smooth motion, he leapt off the counter, landing in front of you with the practiced ease of a man who had spent his life making grand entrances.

You blinked at him, unimpressed. “...Do I know you?”

Nagumo froze mid-smirk.

Behind him, Sakamoto let out a long-suffering sigh from his place behind the register, his expression screaming, why is this my life?

Nagumo, however, looked as if you had just physically struck him. His hand clutched his chest dramatically, eyes wide with betrayal. “You—” He pointed at himself. “Don’t remember me?”

Your gaze flickered over him. Messy hair, smug yet strangely charming grin, an energy that radiated mischief and unwavering confidence—none of it rang a bell. “No?”

Nagumo staggered back, gripping the counter for support as if he had taken a mortal wound. “No?” he echoed in disbelief.

Sakamoto rubbed his temples, not even bothering to look up. “She was exhausted last time. You probably didn’t leave much of an impression.”

Nagumo gasped, turning on him like he’d just been betrayed a second time. “How could I not leave an impression?!”

Sakamoto shrugged, utterly indifferent.

Nagumo turned back to you, determination blazing in his sharp eyes. “Okay, okay. Let’s fix this.” He smoothed out his jacket, took a deep breath, and then flashed you the most dazzling smile he could muster. It was the kind of smile that could sell you anything, the kind that dripped with charm and dangerous intent all at once.

“I’m Nagumo. Master of disguise, incredibly skilled assassin, and—most importantly—your future husband.”

You stared at him, then glanced at Sakamoto for confirmation. “He’s joking, right?”

Sakamoto didn’t even glance up. “I wish.”

Nagumo pouted, but there was an eager glint in his eyes, as if he found your skepticism utterly endearing. “Come on, don’t look at me like that. We had a moment yesterday.”

You squinted. “When?”

“When you spoke to me,” he said, as if that explained everything. “That word made me fall in love with you even more.”

“…Move?”

Nagumo sighed dreamily. “She said it again. My heart cannot take it.”

You exhaled sharply and stepped past him toward the fridge, your patience already wearing thin. “Listen, I’ve had a long day, I’m tired, and I just want my coffee. I can’t… I don’t… I want nothing to do with this.” You scrubbed your eyes tiredly. Maybe it wasn’t them; maybe you were hallucinating. That would make more sense than this…

Nagumo followed, utterly undeterred. “I can make your days better, you know. Imagine this: you wake up, and I’m already making breakfast—probably something impressive, like a perfect omelet. Followed by a back massage. Then, we go on a date. Maybe just the park. Maybe Paris. I’m flexible. I am very flexible, if you know what I mean.” His eyes wiggled frantically in front of your face.

You grabbed a can of coffee and shut the fridge door in his face.

“Not interested in you or how flexible you are.”

Nagumo gasped, reeling back as if you had just delivered a killing blow. He turned to Sakamoto, devastated. “She rejected me again.”

Sakamoto, unbothered, continued ringing up your drink. “You’re surprised? You’re being a creep.”

Nagumo turned back to you, his expression shifting from mock devastation to something more resolute. His amber eyes softened, but the mischief never fully left them. “That’s okay. I love a challenge.”

You groaned, trudging toward the register. “This is harassment.”

Nagumo grinned, trailing after you. “It’s romance.”

Sakamoto sighed, tapping the loudly beeping register. “Please stop encouraging him. ”

Nagumo placed a hand over his heart as if making a solemn vow. “I am but a humble man in love, Sakamoto. I will make her see how I am her perfect husband.”

You paid, took your drink, and turned toward the exit. “I’m leaving now.”

Nagumo leaned against the counter, watching you go with the kind of expression that belonged in a dramatic romance film. “See you tomorrow, my dear. I’ll be waiting! Your devoted husband-to-be…”

You didn’t even dignify that with a response.

The moment the door shut behind you, Nagumo exhaled sharply, slumping onto the counter. His fingers curled into his jacket as he stared at the door with an expression of pure longing.

“Man, she’s perfect.”

Sakamoto gave him a flat look. “You’re a disaster.”

Nagumo grinned, undeterred. “A romantic disaster.”

Outside, you cracked open the ice-cold coffee. “I gotta find a new convenience store. This one is full of weirdos. Assassin my ass.”

[district-thirteen-intern]

So I'm writing after a long time, and I've never written anything for the hunger games universe before, so please be kind, and I hope you'll like it. it's set some time after the victory tour but before (and during) the quarter quell announcement.

dust and damnation ft. haymitch abernathy

pairings: Haymitch x Reader

blurb:

Haymitch Abernathy’s plan to drink himself into oblivion hits a snag when his new housekeeper declares war on his filth—and his misery. Now there’s tea where his whiskey should be, flowers on his table, and worst of all? He might actually be getting better.

content warnings: alcoholism, trauma

The funny thing about hiring a housekeeper to save your life is that sometimes it actually works— which is, frankly, both suspicious and deeply inconvenient for Haymitch, whose retirement plan involves dying sometime soon of liver failure, ideally full-up with a bottle of something strong and undeserved. In his defense, he had been somewhere on his fifth blackout of the week when the kids brought up the suggestion about hiring a live-in maid to help around the house, and he hadn't been coherent enough to argue— which means he's wholly responsible for all the chaos she brings with her, armed with a mop, an infuriatingly sunny disposition, and the absolute audacity to set blooming flowers on his kitchen table like she didn't just ruin the perfectly curated gloom around his house. The kitchen table is only the first victim in a series of victims. In the span of a week, the yellowed curtains are washed and open and billowy again, and empty bottles no longer litter on the floor like unmarked graves, and there are biscuits cooling on the windowsill like he's some washed up grandmother and not a murderer and a pariah and a damaged monster, and for the first time since he began living here, the walls don't loudly berate him for killing everyone he loved everyday. The scent of lemon polish lingers in the air— bright, clean, and offensively optimistic— and it's like hope and dish soap had a baby.

“It smells like a dog shat in a meadow,” he grumbles.

She protests. “It smells elegant!”

“Sweet girl, it smells like a candy store threw up in here.”

“I like it.”

“I don't care,” he says. “Get rid of it.”

And then he storms off and she never does get rid of it.

Later, when she runs out, he's the one who replaces it. And if the scent lingers in his clothes a little longer than he'd ever admit? That's for him to know.

Then she starts laundering his clothes.

He protests on principle.

She replies that his principle smells like rot and mildew.

Haymitch almost doesn't like it.

The food starts appearing next, and surprisingly, it's not like a threat or a bribe or even a favor. There are stews and breads and the occasional crime against pastry— because she may be an optimist but she's no chef— but it's always warm and fresh and sometimes he reaches for it with an absence of mind, like it's a reflex etched into the marrow of his bones. His mother had never wasted anything in her life, and he still hasn't unlearned this habit after years of drowning in insurmountable wealth and grief. So he eats the half-cooked, over-salted meals quietly— automatically— until he feels almost human; something almost real, with life and opinions and motivations.

The bread is still a war crime though.

Haymitch saws at the loaf with a knife. “Did you and that boy bake this or excavate it?”

“It's rustic!”

“It's reinforced concrete.”

She starts defensively. “Next time, you cook.”

“Next time, I'll just chew the table leg,” he grumbles. “Tastes the same anyway.”

She throws the concrete slab of bread loaves at his head.

He eats it anyway, because it's hot, and it's there, and no one has cooked for him in years. But when she burns it again next week, even he can't stomach it. And taking pity on both their stomachs, he nudges her aside, and makes some omelet.

He claims it's just to stop her accidentally poisoning them.

(Neither of them mentions it again.)

And then there is the tea.

It's some foul-tasting concoction brewed from bitterness and herbs and whatever damn kindness she keeps hidden in the pantry that cures the hangovers. Haymitch glares at the mug like it’s personally offended him—which, in fairness, it has. It smells like wet earth and something vaguely medicinal, the kind of brew that could either cure a hangover or summon demons. He’s half-convinced she’s poisoning him slowly, just to see how long it takes him to notice.

But damn it all, it works.

And worse—

She knows it works.

The threadbare blanket on the couch is replaced with a hand-knit monstrosity in cheerful colors, and little windchimes hang on the porch, and if he listens close enough while drinking in the lonesome of his bedroom, he can hear her humming happily as she works. He doesn't even hate it.

No one demands he stop drinking.

He tries anyway.

He almost swears she can tell when he's itching to reach for another bottle, because she appears by his side with some half-cooked, over-salted dish and two glasses of tea and that's that.

Between the music returning to his life and him cooking around the house and helping her in the garden and eating full meals, it's not as hard. He doesn't quit completely, and there are still nights when the ghosts of all his loved ones seem too close, when the weight of the arena and the years of silence becomes unbearable, and the tremors in his hands aren't from withdrawal but from memories, when the bottle is the only thing that can drown out the screaming in his head.

He tells himself it's just once.

Just this once.

(It never is.)

And when he fails— inevitably and spectacularly— feeling sick and hoarse and ashamed before her, she gently wipes the sick off his mouth with a washcloth and half-helps and half-drags him to his bed.

The next morning, there's a glass of water and a plate of dry and plain toast on his nightstand.

He tries again.

It's like a battle. Some days he wins. Some days he loses.

But he keeps trying.

And she keeps waiting.

(That's enough.)

The kids begin to accept dinner invitations much more frequently too, looking less and less concerned, and his sweet girl— that's how he thinks of her now, inside his head, where his desire isn't limited by the cruel reality— looks much less troubled, and when he's sober, he can focus entirely on the sway of her hips as she dances while dusting off the furniture, and that dimple in her cheek when she smiles at him like he's anything more than a man damaged beyond repair.

And so they dwell in this happy medium in the in-betweens of grief: him almost sober and her almost content, until the quarter quell is announced.

The tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.

Haymitch finds her in the garden, fingers stained green from crushing leaves absently between them. “What are you murdering those poor plants for?”

“Just weeds.”

He steps closer, boots scuffing in the dirt. “You're a terrible liar, sweetheart.”

She stiffens. “Go away.”

“I can't. This is my favorite drinking spot.” He sits down beside her, and nudges gently. “Out with it, sweet girl. What'd the flowers do? Insult your knitting?”

She doesn't take the bait. “You promised her that— that if Peeta is reaped, you'll volunteer for him.”

“Yes.”

“And then, you'll die saving her.”

Haymitch shrugs, and then regrets it when he sees the look on her face. “Hey, look at me,” he says softly. “Worst-case scenario? You finally get the house to yourself. No more socks on the floor. No more me drinking all the—”

“Stop!” she says. “You don't get to joke about this.”

“I absolutely get to joke about this. It’s my impending death. I’ll make as many quips as I wa—”

“No! You don't get to joke about this. You don't get to make me care about you, and then make jokes like it doesn't mean anything. I won't let you.”

He reaches out, and wipes away the tears spilling out with his thumb. “Don't cry, sweetheart. Not for me.”

She grabs his hand and presses a kiss to his palm and then his wrist, all quick and fierce, and then she clumsily shoves a delicate flower crown on his head.

Haymitch touches it, bemused. “Is this my execution garland? How charming.”

“Shut up,” she says.

“Make me.”

There's a short pause, before she's leaning in and pressing her lips against his— and well, turns out she has a vested interest in shutting him up; an interest he happily encourages, laughing and kissing her back because he's a man of numbered days.

She leans into him.

The sun sets.

(They don't talk about tomorrow.)

They will, eventually, when it's impossible to ignore; but right now, this little bit of happiness is enough.

a/n: so that's that then! i hope you liked it. please don't forget to like, comment, and reblog.

also please let me know if you want to be added into my hunger games tag list, so you may be notified when i write something else for this universe.

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Writing Notes: Herbs, Spices & Seasoning

Herbs and spices can add flavor and variety to your food.

Use a little at first, then add more when you are sure you like the flavor.

To substitute dry herbs for fresh, use ¼ teaspoon powder or 1 teaspoon crushed for 1 tablespoon fresh chopped herbs. Some herbs and spices are expensive.

You might want to buy only a few of the less expensive herbs and spices you will use.

Herbs and spices lose flavor and can spoil or get buggy if kept in the cupboard longer than a year.

If you use herbs and spices slowly, buy small containers, or store them in the freezer.

Uses of Herbs, Spices & Seasonings

Allspice - A mixture of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves. Use in fruit desserts, pumpkin pie, apple cider, cakes, cookies, chicken, beef and fish dishes.

Basil - Tomato and egg dishes, stews, soups and salads

Bay leaves - Tomato dishes, fish and meat dishes

Celery seed - Juices, soups, salads, vegetables, pot roasts, poultry, rolls and biscuits

Chili powder - Chili, bean and rice dishes

Chives - Potato dishes, soups, dips and sauces

Cilantro - Latin American, Indian and Chinese dishes, salsa, stir fries, (Coriander leaves) legume or rice salads, hot cooked rice, grilled chicken or fish, or a dish of ripe tomatoes. Use fresh if possible.

Cinnamon - French toast, fruit and fruit salads, sweet potatoes, pumpkin and squash, puddings and apple desserts, ham or pork chops

Cloves - Whole cloves on ham or pork roast; ground cloves to season pear or apple desserts, beets, beans, tomatoes, squash and sweet potatoes

Coriander seed - Middle Eastern dishes, spice cakes and cookies, soups, roast pork and salad dressing

Cumin - Mexican, Middle Eastern and Indian dishes; beef and lamb, dry bean dishes, marinades, chili and tomato sauces; ingredient in curry powder

Dillweed - Tuna or salmon salad, potato salad, pickles, dips and sauces

Garlic - Mexican, Italian and Oriental dishes and in salad dressings; can be used fresh or dried, minced or powder

Ginger (fresh) - Oriental dishes, marinades for chicken or fish, fruit salad, dressings

Ginger (ground) - Gingerbread, spice cake, pumpkin pie, poultry or meat, soups, stews, stuffing, squash, sweet potatoes

Ground peppers: black, Cayenne & white pepper - Meats, casseroles, vegetables and soups

Italian seasoning - A mixture of marjoram, oregano, basil and rosemary; use in Italian dishes such as spaghetti

Marjoram - Egg and cheese dishes, meats, fish, poultry and vegetables

Mint - Fruit salads and fruit soups, melon, berries, cold fruit beverages, cooked carrots or peas, chilled yogurt soup, lamb, tabbouleh

Mustard - Sauces for meat and fish, in marinades, salad dressings, chutneys, pickles and relishes

Nutmeg - Cooked fruits, pies and desserts, baked items, spinach, sweet potatoes, eggnog and French toast

Onion - Any dish where onion flavor is desired; can be used fresh or dried (minced or powder)

Oregano - Italian dishes, chili, omelets, beef stew, meat loaf, pork and vegetables such as broccoli or tomatoes

Parsley - Meat, soup or vegetable dishes; adds color

Paprika - Stew, chicken, fish, potatoes, rice and hard-cooked eggs

Rosemary - Egg dishes, meats, fish, soups and stews, and vegetables

Thyme - Fish, poultry or meats, in soups or stews, vegetable salads

If these writing notes help with your poem/story, do tag me. Or send me a link. I'd love to read them!

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The Unofficial Malto Family Cookbook

I was inspired by the longing of @ihatebrainstorm for Alex's cooking to do a deep dive into just what Earthspark's best dad was making, so here it is! The Unofficial Malto Family Cookbook!

Just a note, I am in no way familiar with Filipino cooking (I mostly cook American, European, and Japanese-inspired food in my day to day) but I'd like to think I am a skilled practitioner of Google-Fu, so here's what I was able to find!

These dishes were either shown or mentioned, sometimes both, in season 1 and the first half of season 2. I believe I got them all, but I did pan through the episodes pretty quickly, so let me know if I missed any!

Embutido

First up is the main dish from episode 1, which already sent me on an adventure trying to identify because it was never named. After poking around a few Filipino recipe sites I managed to identify it as embutido, which is described as a Filipino meatloaf. Dot mentions that it is her favorite dish.

Lumpia

The side dish of Dot's celebratory new job meal is lumpia, Filipino egg rolls! This dish appears regularly in the Malto family's meals, seen twice again in the first half of season 2.

Pandesal

Okay, so technically this is probably just a store-bought dinner roll, but why not try to find if there's a Filipino recipe it could be? Our boy Alex seems like the type of guy to pull out all the stops when it comes to feeding his family. The closest I could find is pandesal to round out our episode 1 meal.

Breakfast Burrito

In episode 2, we see Robbie lure Alex out to the barn with a picnic of breakfast burritos. Now surely there's also a Filipino style recipe for this, yes? Yes!

Longganisa

In episode 3, we see Alex frying up a pan of sausage for breakfast. Could be store bought, but it's also possible that it's a traditional Filipino pork sausage called longganisa.

Tortang

Here's our first one that was only mentioned and not shown. In episode 4, Alex tries twice to coax Bee into frying tortillas with his stingers. At first I thought he meant just regular flour or corn tortillas, but the way he was talking made it sound like a main dish and not just an ingredient. So after a bit of digging I found a dish called tortang, which is sometimes referred to as tortilla from what I can gather (citation needed -- I am a dumb American). Unlike the sort of tortilla you would use in a wrap or burrito, this dish is closer to an omelet. Those with more knowledge of Filipino cooking please feel free to correct me if I got this wrong.

Bibingka

Another only mentioned in episode 4, this is the dish Robbie would have picked to have for dinner for a week if he'd won the weekly chore race. Of course a child would pick a sweet dessert for dinner if he could.

Spam Steak

Okay, this was another mystery for me, particularly because of the way everything is stylized in the show. In episode 5, we see Alex frying up another breakfast food. I thought maybe it was a kind of french toast, but the browning texture didn't look quite right for that. So I browsed through the breakfast section of the recipe website I've been using and the closest I've found is this crispy spam steak recipe. Apparently spam is pretty popular in the Philippines, so it's possible! Again, if anyone more knowledgeable has another option, please correct me.

Snickerdoodles

In episode 7, Alex makes bagged lunches for Mo and Robbie's first day at school. While we don't know what's in those lunches, Alex did mention that he included his homemade snickerdoodles. Snickerdoodles originate from Dutch/German immigrants who settled in New England, and since there's a lot of Dutch/German heritage in Pennsylvania where the Maltos live, I'm fairly confident this is something Alex picked up in America. But just for fun, I did find an interesting Filipino/Mexican-inspired variant of this classic cookie, so you get a two for one deal with this one!

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me post more in a single post, so the rest will have to be in a Part 2 reblog!

[fruitcoops]

Sugar Boy

Tremzy, that sweet tooth needs a license. More fluff for day 5, because fests are for fun and I love it when these three get a little break from their regularly-scheduled suffering. Characters belong to @lumosinlove, fest prompts are from @oknutzy-week-2025 :)

Prompt A4: Summer

Summers at home were a rare treat Leo was learning to savor more each year. Travel without a strict schedule had been fun for the first few seasons; they could go anywhere they wanted, free of game obligations and nutritional advice. He refused to think about recommended daily calories when French butter was involved. Seeing the world with his favorite people was nothing short of unbelievable, and Leo held it in both hands with care. Italy, Spain, Wales, Austria, Brazil…it didn’t feel real. They had tried to fit as much as they could between trips to see family and training camp, but they always came home and Leo always ended up wondering why they had ever left.

The house helped. Always a project to be done here or there, a sense of long-lasting permanence Leo was unaccustomed to. This, flipping an omelet while Finn sorted their photos from Tulum for the photo album in the breakfast nook ten feet to his right. This, chopping an extra bit of green onion while the birds discussed all manner of things outside the open window above the sink.

They had forgotten the can of paint on the porch last night. It was a pale, pretty blue, and growing smooth as Logan applied a second coat to seal it. The rain wasn’t supposed to come for another two days and Leo had wanted to set up the porch swing before it arrived. If worst came to worst, they’d wait until next week. He had no plans at all.

“Harz?”

“Mhm.” Finn set aside a stack of pictures and crossed the room to take his omelet with a kiss for Leo’s cheek. “Thank you, baby, this looks amazing.”

“Well, see how it tastes.”

Finn fixed him with a look of teasing disbelief. “Come on.”

“I used bacon grease instead of butter,” Leo admitted. “And the green onions are fresh out of the garden.”

“God, I love you.”

“You better.”

His pans were just where he wanted them, and just what he needed for any dish. It was ridiculous, but there were times that they would be halfway across the world and all he wanted was his skillet for a late-night grilled sandwich. Did it make him spoiled to be glad they weren’t going abroad this summer? It felt silly to think.

“You both got so tan,” Finn muttered, back in his nook. “Do I look like a ghost all the time?”

“No, sweetheart, only when there’s sun out.”

“Ha-ha.”

Leo grinned, leaning out the window above the sink. “Lo! Breakfast!”

“Merci!” came a shout from the porch. Logan had apparently decided laying flat on his belly with a paintbrush was the best way to do things this morning. His attention to detail was devastatingly sweet.

Speaking of…

Leo turned the stove off and slid Logan’s omelet onto a plate beside his own, reaching for their shelf of mugs. Finn had started the coffee when he came downstairs that morning in his usual routine, but he always made a fresh half-pot if they had a later breakfast. The container for the cream was a little light when he took it from the fridge. Leo weighed the merits of stopping by the grocery store in the afternoon versus waiting for the farmer’s market on the weekend while he shuffled his various bits of cookware out of the way.

Logan Coffee Sugar. A relic of their old apartment all three had been passionate about keeping. I don’t want to go drag the whole bag out every time I have coffee, Logan had argued. You are so fucking cute, Finn and Leo had agreed. It was nothing but an old glass jar with a duct-tape label across the front, but it was Leo’s favorite thing in the entire kitchen.

(That was a lie. His alligator-shaped casserole dish won by a landslide. Thank you, Finn.)

Logan Coffee Sugar was a very, very close second, though. And he did have to admit, it was a convenient and creative solution to the secondary problems that arose when Logan originally used a salt shaker for the same purpose. Logan’s chief complaint was that it took too long to get the appropriate amount, while Leo was more concerned about accidentally seasoning his dinner with cavities. Thus, the honey jar was freed from the junk cabinet and enlisted for a new purpose.

He set the lid aside and eyeballed two heaping spoonfuls into the nearest mug. A dash of coffee to dissolve it, cream to temper the heat, and then more coffee to fill the remaining space. He poured himself a cup as well before moving to the nook; Finn shifted the album and photographs over before he made it two steps, lifting his legs to make room for Leo on the bench seat.

“Good morning,” Finn said happily. “We’ve been on some really cool trips.”

Leo hummed his agreement around a bite of omelet. “What’d you find?”

“Nothing you haven’t already seen,” Finn said, though he was already moving his coffee to spread a few pictures out. “Remember that part of the wall? And here’s your shark buddy, I found our snorkeling pictures in my backpack.”

The front door creaked open and closed with a heavy thud, followed by the familiar clomping and jangling of Logan coming home. Leo pressed his smile into the side of his mug. “We’re looking at pictures from Tulum, cher. Breakfast and coffee are by the stove.”

Logan gave an audible sigh. “Parfait, you’re a godsend.”

“Done with the porch?”

“Just about. We can’t leave through the front for another couple hours, sorry.” Logan settled across from them and stretched his legs out until his ankles found Leo’s, already craning his neck to see the photos. “Qu’est-ce que c’est?”

“That one’s the castle, and Finn found the underwater camera stuff in his bag.” Leo tapped the edge of a picture from the top of the ruins. Glittering water bloomed below, surrounded by shades of green a camera couldn’t hope to catch accurately. “This one’s from the ruins.”

“Mm, I remember.” Logan blew on his coffee before taking a sip. “This is fantastic, wow. Have you put the book together?”

“Thought we’d do it together,” Finn explained. “I got the photos sorted by days, though, and then the snorkel ones are separate.”

“Good thing you painted up to the door,” Leo noted. Can’t leave for a few hours, his heart trilled. The back door would remain shut, too, if he had his way.

Logan caught him immediately, darting a grin across the table. “Oh, was someone excited to stay home?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.”

It was so unfair that he blushed that easily for them. He was a homeowner, for fuck’s sake. Wasn’t that supposed to grant him emotional stability or something? Leo took a pointed bite of his omelet before speaking again. “I love going on vacation.”

“Never said you didn’t.”

Logan was wiggling his foot up the leg of Leo’s pants. “And sometimes I also like a bit of downtime.”

“Translation, with love,” Finn began, still flipping through the photographs. “You’re an incurable homebody with an abiding love of your home base, and truly you would flourish as a hobbit in another life.”

“Oh, look,” Logan said, pointing to their plates. “It’s second breakfast and everything.”

“I like traveling,” Leo insisted. Arguing any of the other points would be both futile and false.

“You can love traveling and also be visibly gleeful about literally being painted into the house,” Logan laughed. He caught Leo’s hand across the table and kissed the back. “Merci beaucoup, soleil. This is delicious. Did you use the onion from the garden?”

He noticed. Of course he did. Leo’s cheeks hurt from containing his smile. “I did, yeah.”

“It adds something.” Logan collected their plates and forks and brought them to the sink, but returned in mere moments to nestle himself against Finn’s other side and open the photo album. “D’accord, where do we start?”

[micro-wav]

The common Regretevator elevator cast and their favorite way to eat eggs ☆

[This was only supposed to be a fun little conversation topic in the official Discord, but it got out of hand, I'm not sorry]

STAT

STAT likes her eggs Over-hard

She always says "Runny yolks are for kids!" but jokes on her because statistically speaking children appreciate over-hard eggs more than other gooey preparation methods as they have a less refined palette and don't like the texture

But don't retaliate with that unless you want her to ignore you for an indefinite amount of time...

Pest

Pest likes pickled eggs

If you pester him enough about his choice, he'll grumble that "they taste better than whatever you like" and while that's not necessarily a lie, the real reason behind it is that they are easy to preserve!

If you store them sealed, in a dark place they practically last forever and as someone who's basically always on the run or working it's easy to have those around multiple diffrent places

Infected

Infected really likes Soft-boiled eggs

they are a low-cost, easy to make addition to all the diffrent kinds of cup ramen he's got in his cupboard!

A yummy meal which he enjoys while waiting for his computer to start up so he can get on MySpace and ramble about whatever's currently occupying his mind

Lampert

Lampert likes Hard-Scrambled eggs!

It's a predictable, easy way to make eggs and also not too soft so it doesn't make a mess on his plate afterwards

There is little distinction between the yolk and the white, it all kinda blends together and unless you've got a keen eye, you can't really tell them apart

something something lampert blends into Rokea with the other lamps just like the yolk and the egg white-

Wallter

Wallter, the lover of arts and all things fancy, makes some mean Deviled eggs and he KNOWS that they're good because whenever he makes them, they are gone quick

The same thing goes for his Christmas Deviled eggs he prepares during the holidays, gone in a flash

just like him when he tries to join the elevator, but its full-

Melanie

She really likes cloud eggs!

The egg whites are as light and as fluffy as they sound, the silky-smooth yolk a nice finishing touch and lets be honest, who wouldn't wanna eat a cloud?

And although the process may be difficult, sometimes hardships have to come before happiness is found

Bive

Hard-boiled eggs, 100%

Easy to make, doesn't take much time and can be left unsupervised without catching on fire so she can look at her pin board of evidence while they boil

But even if they are more forgiving than the other preparation methods, they, too, do have a breaking point

When she finally does check on them, she finds that they have cracked in the water </3

Split

The classic sunny side up egg

"Look at life on the sunny side up!"

Prefers it on a slice of mushroom toast in the morning, "an egg-cellent way to start the day!"

Can't help but Crack jokes even during breakfast "Why do people love eating hard-boiled eggs for breakfast? They're hard to beat!"

Poor Bive, it's questionable if eating the food is going to commence anytime soon

Unpleasant

Frozen egg.

What's a Frozen egg?

You take a raw egg, poke a long stick through it and put it in the freezer for 1 hour

On second thought, maybe it would be more of a popsicle egg?

Let's just move on, the thought is highly unpleasant;;

Mark

Loves those Diner-style omelets

They are cooked on high heat instead of low heat like their French cousin, making it a much quicker breakfast to make, but you can't take the work out of the man, simple is not in his vocabulary, he'd never be satisfied with just an egg cooked in water

Ham, peppers, cheese as a filling, herbs, seasoning as needed and he's ready to go out there and work!

Poob

Not your typical food, but Poob likes Prairie oyster eggs!

For those unaware, it's a raw egg in a glass with some salt, Tabasco and Worcestershire

Someone once told them that it's a remedy for a hangover and they believed it!

They continue to have it ever since and as long as it's not hurting them it's best to just let them be, ignorance is bliss after all

Folly

I doubt Folly cooks, let alone even needs to eat, but if she would, she'd like Egg cooked in broth

It's a comfort food, hot chicken broth with two beaten eggs slowly poured into it so everything mixes nicely together

Of course, she doesn't need to be comforted, she's fine, stop asking her stupid questions

She'd have a bowl in her domain in quiet as she waits for unsuspecting victims to torture once more

Mozelle

Her highness would like a sweet Soufflé omelet!

A modern novelty, but she has all the time in the world and she's not the one who prepares it so it's fine

As fluffy and as sweet as a pancake, she likes hers with lots of cinnamon, vanilla extract, sweetener and strawberries as a garnish

Spud

A fan of soft-scrambled eggs

Is it difficult to place the egg that's got the texture of cottage cheese into Spuds vertical mouth? Yes

Is that gonna stop Spud? No!

Fuzzy memories of simpler times where scrambled eggs and bacon was something Spud could make without help come to mind, but they are as fleeting as the summer breeze

Pilby

Steamed custard egg!

That was their mom's favorite way to prepare eggs, it's got the consistency of pie filling :0(

Sometimes, late at night when everyone should be asleep there is a faint Egg smell appearing in Machs Office. She knows why it's there, she has no need to check, but she does it anyways

It's what friends do.

The Egg-ceptions:

Neither Prototype nor Reddy eat eggs. If you're funny with it you might try and Crack an egg on their heads and see if it cooks.

DrRetro and Gnarpy, such as normal cats, have no need for eggs as consumption. No more than 10% of your cat’s daily calories should come from treats—including eggs as they can easily lead to unhealthy weight gain. The most DrRetro is willing to have is a spoonful out of politeness, Gnarpy would prefer to just eat the chicken that made the egg.

Fleshcousin eats whatever it's being shown how to eat. If you like your eggs scrambled, that's how it'll eat them, if you prefer hard boiled so does it, if you're an egg connoisseur and love to make quiche and frittatas it will follow your example.

[redroomreflections]

Threads of A Promise - The Loud House One Shot

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

This is a story directly tied to my fic The Loud House on a03

W/c:6.2k

Summary: Natasha and R are a few years into marriage and experience loss and grief.

Note: this is a glimpse into their earlier years of marriage. a time R has mentioned before.

Trigger warning: mentions of blood. miscarriage. pregnancy

Note: This is a super angsty one-shot. 

"Yes, I've already informed Mr. Davis about the new evidence. We'll review it before the meeting at 10 a.m.," You said, your voice calm and efficient. "Thank you, Susan. See you then." You confirmed as you stood at the counter, slicing fresh vegetables for your breakfast scramble, while Natasha stirred eggs and bacon in a sizzling pan. The smell of cooking filled the air, blending with the quiet sounds of the slow morning routine. You glanced up from your chopping, a small smile on your lips. You loved watching her concentrate on something as simple as cooking. 

“I have back-to-back meetings today,” You sighed as you set your cell phone on the counter. 

“Sounds like a busy morning,” Natasha commented as she reached into the fridge to grab bell peppers for you to dice. You hum in acknowledgment. You passed her the things you’d already chopped to get started on something else. 

"I’m heading to the shelter after work today," You said casually. "They need extra hands for the evening shift."

Natasha turned, a curious look on her face. "Volunteering again? You don’t quit," she said. "You’re going to tire yourself out.” 

You paused, realizing how packed your schedule had become lately. "I know, but it’s important to me," you replied, glancing at Natasha with guilt. "And it’s just a few hours. I’ll be home before dinner. Brandon has Willow for the day. We’re free tonight."

Natasha nodded, her expression softening. "I know you care. Just don’t forget to take care of yourself too."

You smiled gratefully at her, appreciating her understanding. "I won’t forget.”

“Speaking of not forgetting, you’ve set time aside for the insemination appointment tomorrow, right?” Natasha turned off the stove, maneuvering around you to place an omelet on each plate.

“Insemination appointment?” You narrowed your eyes, a flicker of concern crossing your face. “Right, what time is that again?” you asked, trying to hide the uncertainty in your voice. 

Natasha paused, noticing your hesitation. She reached over to gently squeeze your hand. “It’s at 9 a.m. I mentioned it last week, remember?”

You nodded slowly, the memory coming back to you. “Right, 9 a.m.,” You repeated, trying to reassure both Natasha and yourself. “It’s stored up here.” You knocked on your head. You grabbed a protein shake from the fridge and cracked it open. Natasha watched you for a few seconds more. 

“You don’t sound so enthused about it,” She pointed out. “It’s not like you to forget something as important as that. If you’re having second thoughts about us having a baby we can-” 

Natasha’s words hung in the air, her concern palpable. You paused, setting down the protein shake and turning to face her fully. The mix of emotions — nerves, excitement, and a touch of apprehension — played across your features.

“It’s not that,” You began softly, reaching out to take Natasha’s hands in yours. “I want this more than anything. It’s just… everything feels so overwhelming sometimes. Between work, volunteering, and now this…” Your voice trailed off, unsure how to articulate the jumble of emotions swirling inside you. “This being our second round. It just feels…” You stepped closer to her as she reached out her arms for you. 

Natasha’s expression softened, her thumb gently stroking your hand. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” she said quietly, her love and understanding evident in her eyes.

You shook your head, squeezing her hands reassuringly. “No, I am ready. I know I am. It’s just a lot to take in, you know?” You admitted, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you spoke your truth. “I want this for us. We talked about it.”

“And it was my idea in the first place,” Natasha mentioned. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. If a baby isn’t something you want we can just shelve it or reschedule.” 

Natasha’s voice was calm and steady, her concern evident as she watched you closely. Her willingness to accommodate your feelings touched you deeply. 

“I appreciate that,” You replied sincerely, your eyes meeting hers with gratitude. “But I want this, Natasha. I really do. I may be nervous, but I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”

Natasha smiled warmly, pulling you into a tight hug. “Then that’s all that matters,” she murmured against your ear, her arms holding you close.

“I will be at the appointment,” You said pointedly as you pulled away. You sat on the stool right next to her. 

“What appointment?” Brandon your brother asked as he carried a half-dressed Willow into the kitchen. He shook his head. He didn’t have the time to question it. He reached over to your plate, scooping a mouthful of eggs.“Sorry, we’re running late for preschool. I have class in about forty minutes so we have to rush. Can one of you tell her to put her shoes on?” He begged knowing she would listen to you. 

“Hi, Mama,” Willow waved as Brandon set her down on her feet. She raced straight for Natasha and held her arms out expectantly. 

Natasha smiled warmly, scooping Willow up into her arms. “Hey, sweetie! Let’s get those shoes on, okay?”

You chuckled softly, watching the familiar scene unfold. “We’ve got it covered, Brandon. Go ahead, we’ll take care of the shoes and school.”

Brandon nodded gratefully, quickly grabbing his things before heading toward the door. “Thanks, guys! See you later, Willow. Love you!”

“Bye, Daddy!” Willow called out cheerfully, wiggling her toes as Natasha gently slipped on her shoes.

Natasha glanced over at you with a fond smile. “Looks like we’re on shoe duty,” she teased gently, her eyes sparkling with affection. 

You nodded, feeling a warm sense of contentment settle over you as you helped Willow get ready for her day. Moments like these reminded you of the family you were building together. Soon there would be two little people running around. It didn’t sound so bad. 

***********

"I know you've been worried," You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "About whether I'm still... in this."

Natasha tightened her hold on you, rubbing her fingers across your bare skin. "I... I just want this so much for us," she admitted quietly. 

"Natasha, I am in this," You reassured, your words steady and earnest. "I want a baby too. You’ve never had to convince me. Not truly. Having a family with you is a dream. Whatever that looks like for us. We will get there.” 

Natasha rested her chin on your shoulder, her breath warm against your neck. "I know," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "It's just... sometimes I worry that I'm not doing enough, that I can't give you everything you deserve."

"You give me everything," You said firmly, your eyes locking with Natasha's. "I don’t want you to doubt yourself or worry.” 

Natasha pressed a kiss to your forehead. She felt more at ease about this entire thing. 

*************

Coming to the doctor’s office isn’t always the breath of fresh air you wish it to be. You dislike hospitals and by extension this clinic. The examination room is cool and sterile, the hum of medical equipment a constant background noise. You lay on the padded table, your hand clasped tightly in Natasha's. You tried to think on the bright side of all this. You would be pregnant. There would be a happy baby with your skin and Natasha’s smile. Your treasure at the end of the rainbow. 

Dr. Patel entered the room, her demeanor calm and professional. "Y/n, Natasha, good to see you both," she greeted warmly. "Are you ready to get started?"

You nodded, your grip on Natasha's hand tightening slightly. "Yes, we're ready."

Natasha gave you an encouraging smile. "We're in this together," she whispered, kissing your knuckles. All you needed was her comfort right now. 

Dr. Patel moved to the end of the table, preparing the necessary instruments. "This will be a quick procedure," she explained. "I’ll walk you through each step as we go."

You took a deep breath, focusing on Natasha's reassuring presence by her side. "We've got this," you murmured, more to yourself than anyone else.

Natasha leaned in closer, her thumb gently stroking your hand. "We do," she affirmed softly.

You took another deep breath as the nurse positioned the ultrasound equipment on your abdomen. The cool gel and gentle pressure of the transducer were a familiar sensation, grounding you in the moment. This was the easy part. 

After a bunch of medical stuff you’d rather not remember you could hear the murmur of the staff talking with each other. 

"The embryos are ready," the embryologist announced, handing the catheter containing the precious cargo to Dr. Patel.

She began the procedure, her movements precise and efficient. "I'm going to insert the catheter now," she explained. "You might feel a little pressure, but it shouldn’t be painful."

You nodded, your eyes never leaving Natasha's. As the procedure progressed, the room seemed to shrink around you, the outside world fading away. It was just the two of you, your hopes and dreams intertwined in this pivotal moment.

Natasha leaned closer, her voice a soothing whisper. "We’re almost there, love. Just breathe."

You nodded, her grip tightening as Dr. Patel carefully inserted the catheter through your cervix and into your uterus. The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the ultrasound machine, as everyone focused on the delicate task.

After a few minutes, Dr. Patel finished the insemination and stepped back. "All done," she said with a reassuring smile. "Now we wait. I’ll schedule a follow-up appointment in two weeks to check on everything."

You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. "The second time’s the charm right?” You felt Natasha’s gentle kiss against your forehead. 

*********

Two lines. Two. The test was positive. Pregnant. Natasha’s baby was inside you. You were pregnant. The thought left you breathless and giddy. Here you were at home on a Monday afternoon, the only time you'd get alone in the house, staring at two pregnancy tests. You’d waited three weeks. It was hard to satiate Natasha's curiosity, but you wanted to be sure this time. And now, here you were, with two sticks confirming your dreams. You slid down onto the bathroom floor, overwhelmed. You could hardly believe it. There was a baby inside you.

There are so many people you want to call right now but you’d rather keep it to yourself. You want Natasha to be the first person to know. 

“Oh God!” You gasped, holding the sticks in your hands. You’re going to be a mom. You’re going to have a baby. There’s life growing inside of you.

A whirlwind of emotions surged through you—excitement, joy, and a touch of anxiety. The reality of it all was immense. Would you be a good mother? Could you balance your career and this new life you were bringing into the world? The questions swirled in your mind, but the overwhelming feeling was one of pure, unadulterated happiness.

You thought about Natasha's reaction. Her eyes lit up, her hands gently touching your stomach, the way she would pull you into a tight embrace, whispering promises of a beautiful future together. The thought made your heart swell with love and anticipation.

You stood up slowly, still clutching the pregnancy tests, and looked at your reflection in the mirror. A wide smile spread across your face, despite the tears that began to blur your vision. This was real. This was happening. You were going to be a mom. You and the love of your life are going to have a baby. 

*********

So you may have gone overboard with preparation. You only had a few hours until Natasha was home, but you wanted to make this special. You’d traveled to Target and then a few other stores to find the perfect little trinkets for a pregnancy announcement. 

Back home, you laid out your finds on the kitchen table: a tiny pair of Avengers-themed baby booties, the two pregnancy tests you’d taken earlier, and a baby onesie that read "Future Avenger in Training." You smiled, knowing how much Natasha would love the references. 

You set to work, arranging everything in a cute gift box. You carefully wrapped the baby booties in tissue paper and placed them at the bottom. On top, you added the pregnancy tests. Finally, you laid the onesie on top, its message visible as soon as the box was opened.

As you worked, a wave of excitement washed over you, momentarily pushing aside your earlier anxiety. This was your moment, and you wanted it to be perfect. You added a note to the box, written in your neatest handwriting:

"To my amazing wife, the strongest Avenger, and soon-to-be mom. I can't wait to embark on this incredible journey with you. Love, y/n."

With the box prepared, you set it in the living room, positioning it where Natasha would see it as soon as she walked in. You took a step back, admiring your handiwork. It was simple yet heartfelt, and you knew Natasha would appreciate the thought and effort you put into it.

Now, all that was left to do was wait. You glanced at the clock, feeling the minutes tick by slowly. Your heart raced with anticipation as you imagined Natasha's reaction. Would she cry? Laugh? Probably both, knowing her.

Finally, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening. Natasha was home. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself as you prepared to share the most wonderful news. You could hear the subtle footsteps from Natasha as she shuffled through the foyer, dropping her keys in the bowl, before she made her way through the house. She didn’t even know you were home so she takes a little more time than usual. Finally, you became impatient. 

“Hey, babe,” You called out to her. “Can you come here?”

You heard the light shuffling of footsteps as Natasha made her way to the living room. She paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before her. The small gift box sat on the coffee table, your handwriting visible on the note.

"Y/N, what is this?" She asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. “I didn’t know you’d be home so soon. I would have picked up food or something.”

“I’m not hungry,” You couldn't contain your grin as you motioned for her to open the box. "Just a little something I put together," you said coyly. "I think you'll like it."

Natasha picked up the box, her gaze darting between you and the gift. She read the note first, glancing at you with tears in her eyes before she opened the box. Her gasp was telling and her reaction was instant. She moved to hug you, pulling you tightly against her, and kissing your head. 

"Oh, y/n," she choked out, her emotions getting the best of her. "I can't believe it. We're going to be moms. Are you happy?"

You clung to her, your tears threatening to spill. "I know," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm so happy, Tasha."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with tears and pure joy. She cupped your cheek, stroking it gently with her thumb.

“We’re going to have a baby,” Natasha said. “Your belly’s going to get so big.” 

"I know," you giggled, imagining the future. "But it'll be worth it. To see you and our baby...it'll all be worth it."

She laughed, her face radiating pure joy. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” She hugged you to her, lifting you off your feet and spinning in a circle. "I love you, I love you so much," She said.

"I love you too," You couldn't hold back the happy tears. "We're going to have a baby, Tasha."

"I can't believe it," She said, kissing you again. "I can't wait to tell everyone."

You couldn't stop smiling. This was truly the beginning of the rest of your lives.

********

After a lot of prompting, you and Natasha decided to keep everything a secret until the second trimester. Which was a feat within itself. There was so much you wanted to say. Your family was huge and so was Natasha’s. The entire Avengers team always knew all of your business but this time was different. You hadn’t even told Brandon yet as you wanted to keep this just between the two of you. 

You and Natasha had your little secret. A baby. Well, not a baby yet. 

“Our baby’s the size of a blueberry right now,” Natasha mentioned to you as you brushed your teeth. After a bout of morning sickness, you needed to feel clean. Your first appointment was today. Hopefully, you’d get to hear the baby’s heartbeat. “Maybe that’s what we should call him. Blueberry.” 

You smiled around your toothbrush, spitting the paste out into the sink. You rinsed and turned to look at Natasha. "That's actually a really cute name," you said. "It's unique and special. How are you so sure our baby is a boy?"

She shrugged, leaning against the doorway. "Just a feeling," she replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. "A mother's intuition."

"Well, you'll be the most badass boy mama there ever was," You leaned up to kiss her. 

“How do you like the name James?” She asked. 

“You’re already thinking of names too? You’re light years ahead of me,” You laughed. Natasha smiled, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you close. "James Romanoff-L/N," you said, testing the name out. "I love it."

"Me too," She agreed, kissing the side of your head. 

"What if Blueberry is a girl though? Would be pretty hard to walk around with that name."

Natasha chuckled. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," she replied. "But whatever we choose, I know they'll be perfect."

An hour later you’re lying in a familiar position, the transducer against your belly as you listen to OB/GYN talk. 

“You’re seven weeks today right?” Dr. Wendell estimated "According to your chart and baby's size."

Natasha looks at you, nodding her head. This is it. Your first sonogram.

She squeezes your hand, her eyes never leaving the screen. "This is so surreal," she whispered, her gaze transfixed on the black-and-white image.

You grinned, the excitement palpable. "I know," you murmured, your eyes locked on the grainy image.

You and Natasha both watched as the doctor maneuvered the transducer across your stomach, searching for the best angle. "There we go," she said after a moment, her finger tracing the tiny speck on the screen. "Your baby."

You gasped, the realization hitting you. "Our baby," you breathed, your heart swelling with love and joy. "Wow."

Natasha pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, her eyes glistening with tears. "I can't believe we're really doing this," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

This picture was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

“In about 4 weeks you will be able to see the sex of the baby,” Dr. Wendell informed you. “You guys can come back then. For now, everything looks healthy.” 

"This is really happening," Natasha whispered, her eyes filled with wonder and joy. "We're going to be moms."

You leaned into her side, basking in the warmth of her presence. This was the happiest you’d ever been. 

********

Of course, with pregnancy comes pregnancy symptoms. Morning sickness, sensitive breasts, and fatigue. The fatigue had to be the worst part. You could fall asleep anywhere these days: at your desk, as soon as you got home, even in the shower. It’s a miracle you’d been able to keep up with everything. Which is why you said yes to tonight. Tony and the rest of the team were having a family dinner, and you wanted to be there. You wanted everything to be normal for you.

As you prepared for the evening, you felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you. You glanced at the clock, wishing for a quick nap but knowing you didn’t have time. Instead, you splashed cold water on your face, hoping it would give you the boost you needed to get through the night.

Natasha found you in the bathroom, her concerned eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “You okay?” she asked, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

“Just tired,” you admitted, leaning into her embrace. “But I really want to go tonight. I miss everyone.”

Natasha kissed your temple gently. “You sure? We can stay home and rest if you need to.”

You shook your head, turning to face her. “No, I want to go. I need a bit of normalcy. Besides, I miss seeing you with the team. It’ll be fun.”

Natasha studied your face for a moment before nodding. “Alright, but promise me you’ll let me know if you need to leave early. Your health comes first.”

“I promise,” you said, smiling up at her. 

“You’re starting to show,” She smirked. 

“Am I? It just looks like I ate a big breakfast,” You grinned as she rested her hand on your belly. 

"You're beautiful," she murmured, her hand resting protectively over your growing bump.

The dinner party was just the kind of escape you needed. Seeing all your friends, laughing, eating, and dancing made you happy . Keeping baby Romanoff a secret for a little while longer would be a feat but you could do it. 

The drive to Tony’s was filled with your usual banter, but you couldn’t ignore the growing fatigue. By the time you arrived, you were already craving your bed. Still, you put on a brave face, determined to enjoy the evening.

The warmth and laughter that greeted you as you walked into the compound made the effort worthwhile. It felt good to be surrounded by friends who were more like family.

As the night progressed, you found yourself slipping into conversations, laughing at Tony’s jokes, and watching Natasha interact with the team. She was in her element, and seeing her so happy filled your heart with joy.

But the fatigue was relentless. You found a quiet corner to sit down, hoping to rest for a moment without anyone noticing. Natasha, ever-attentive, quickly picked up on your exhaustion and made her way over to you.

“Hey, you holding up okay?” she asked, concern etched in her features.

“Yeah, just needed a breather,” You admitted, rubbing your tired eyes.

Natasha nodded and took your hand. “How about we sneak away early? I’m sure Tony will understand.”

You hesitated for a moment, glancing around at your friends. “No, I’m fine. I’m just going to go into the kitchen and drink some water. I want another hour.” 

“If you’re sure,” Natasha looked at you suspiciously. 

“I’m positive,” You nodded. 

Natasha helped you up and watched as you quietly walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen, you grabbed a glass and filled your cup with ice. The water was refreshing and freezing cold. Just as you liked it. The hot flashes were no joke either. 

“I believe congratulations are in order,” Wanda’s voice startled you as she entered the kitchen. 

“Wanda? How did you know?”

“I’m a witch remember?” She smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell the others.” 

You chuckled, feeling relief at her promise. “Thanks, Wanda. It’s still early, and I want to keep it between Natasha and me for a bit longer.”

Wanda nodded understandingly. “Of course. How are you feeling?”

You took a deep breath, leaning against the counter. “Excited, anxious, exhausted… all of it. The symptoms are hitting me hard, but I’m managing.”

Wanda’s eyes softened with empathy. “If you need any support, magical or otherwise, you know you can count on me.”

“Thank you, Wanda. That means a lot,” you said sincerely.

She gave you a reassuring smile. “You’re going to be a great mom, y/n. And Natasha will be an amazing co-parent.”

Hearing those words, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. “I hope so. We’ve wanted this for so long.”

Wanda placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You two are one of the strongest couples I know. You’ll handle whatever comes your way.”

You nodded, feeling bolstered by her words. “That means a lot, Wanda.”You smiled and took another sip of your water, the coldness helping to steady you. 

Together, you walked back into the living room. Natasha’s eyes met yours, her concern melting into a smile as she saw you were feeling better. You gave her a reassuring nod and rejoined the group, determined to make the most of the evening with your chosen family.

********

At night, as your pregnancy progressed, Natasha’s obsession with your baby became more apparent. You were barely showing and it was all she could think about. Whenever it was time for bed she’d spend a few minutes massaging your belly and grinning at you. "Blueberry is still a blueberry," You mentioned to her. "He's not going to turn into a watermelon overnight."

"I know, but I love feeling him," Natasha said, her voice full of awe. "And besides, blueberry is growing."

"Just barely," You joked. "I'm not even ten weeks yet."

Natasha chuckled, placing a soft kiss against your stomach. "Well, he's still the cutest little blueberry I've ever seen," she said.

"He is, isn't he?"

"How are you feeling?" Natasha said as she came up to look into your eyes. When her hand touches your breast accidentally she quickly apologizes. You've become way too sensitive and any form of touch, accidental or not practically sends you into shock.

"Sensitive," You answer truthfully. "I think the baby is making them grow."

"I've noticed," She smirks. "No morning sickness?"

"There's always that but it's manageable," You shrug.

She kisses your cheek, hugging you to her. "Good," she whispers, her hands coming down to rest on your stomach again. "I want the both of you healthy."

"I'm trying my best," You reassure her.

"I know," She said. "But you're still my responsibility."

"Oh, is that what we're calling it?"

"Yes, I'm the boss," She kissed you softly.

"Well, boss, can you cut the lights out, I'd like to sleep now," You closed your eyes.

"As you wish,"  She turns off the lights before spooning you. She holds you close, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, her hand resting on your stomach. "Sleep well, my loves."

*********

Nine weeks, two days, and five hours. That’s how long you got to spend with blueberry safely housed inside of you. You’d woken up that morning like any other day. It’s a PTO day. You, Natasha, and Willow were supposed to spend it in the park. When you opened your eyes, you felt an unsettling feeling in the base of your belly. A slight ache you’d never experienced before. Dr. Wendell and Dr. Patel mentioned there would be some cramping but this felt different. The moment you felt a slight wetness between your thighs you knew. 

You slipped from the bed, hoping not to wake Natasha, as you rushed into your ensuite bathroom. 

In one swift motion, you'd thrown the toilet lid up and pushed your panties down.

It was too late.

You'd caught sight of the bright red stain on the once pristine white cotton and immediately burst into tears.

This was all the confirmation you needed. It was over. Blueberry was gone.

Spotting is normal too. You’d read countless online articles that confirmed this very thing. This isn't spotting. You reach blindly for toilet paper, tearing off a decent amount, before you wipe. It won't stop. There's so much. So much.

You're shaking as you kick your underwear to the side, the stain obvious now. You can't help but cry as you stumble over to the bathtub. You know you should get Natasha. You should yell out to her and she would come running. Instead, you lock the door. You turn on the shower and position yourself against the bottom of the tub. The dull ache is now stronger. There's nothing anyone can do for you.

You don't remember how long you sat under the warm spray of the water. The tears wouldn’t stop. They keep flowing like a never-ending stream. You couldn’t breathe.

Outside of the bathroom, Natasha awakened to find your side of the bed empty. She hummed contently as she stretched before she reached out to pull you closer. Only you aren't there.

"Y/n?" Natasha called out, her eyes searching the room. When you didn’t respond, she frowned. "Y/n? Babe, where are you?"

Natasha pulled herself out of bed, her brow furrowed as she searched the room. The bathroom door was closed, and she could hear the faint sound of running water.

"Y/n?" Natasha tried the doorknob, but it was locked.

Natasha frowned, concern etched on her face. "Y/n, open the door," she called out, her voice slightly muffled by the door.

There was no answer.

Natasha jiggled the handle again, more forcefully this time. You never truly lock doors. Natasha doesn't want to break the door down. She needed you to open it.

"Babe, please, open the door," Natasha pleaded, her voice laced with worry. "You're scaring me."

"Go away," You yelled back weakly. "I'm fine. Just please go away." You don't want her to see you like this. You don't want her to know that you lost the baby. You don't want to disappoint her. You couldn't be the one who failed.

"I'm not going anywhere," Natasha replied, her tone firm. "Now, open the door."

"No!" You cried out, your voice was raw with emotion. "Please, just leave me alone."

"Y/n," Natasha's voice was soft, but you can hear the underlying concern. "Please, just let me in. Whatever it is, we can get through it together." Natasha doesn't wait a moment longer. She squared her shoulders and kicked the door down. The sound of wood splintering is the only sound you can hear as the door gives way.

"Oh, y/n," Natasha gasped as she took in the scene before her. The tub was half-full of water and the bottom was stained red. Her eyes flew to you half awake and lying tiredly against the cold tile. You're sitting in a pool of blood. Natasha immediately rushed over to you, her eyes filled with concern and worry. "Y/n, baby. I think we need to go to a hospital. " She swallowed thickly.

"No," You choke out, shaking your head. "No, I hate hospitals."

"There's too much blood, y/n," Natasha attempted to convince you.

"I'll be fine," You said, your voice trembling slightly. "Just need to stay in the shower a little longer."

Natasha shook her head. "We don't have any longer. You can't stay like this. Baby, I can't let you stay like this." She turned off the water, calling out for Brandon as she began to scoop you up. You crumple in her arms, whimpering at the pain you feel from the movement. "I'm sorry baby. I know it hurts. I'm going to take you to a hospital."

"Nat," You mumbled.

"What is it, baby? What can I do?" She asked, her eyes searching yours.

"Don't let go."

"Never."

"What's going on?" Brandon tiredly stepped into your ensuite. He didn’t need to ask as he spotted the blood. "Holy fuck, what do you need me to do? I'll drive you."

"No, you have Willow," Natasha murmured. She was unsure what to do but she knew she needed to act fast. "I am going to drive her. Just call ahead and let them know we're coming."

Brandon nodded, already heading out the door. "Will do."

"I've got you," Natasha whispered as she carried you through the apartment. She held you tightly, her arms wrapped protectively around you.

"I'm sorry," You whimpered into her neck tiredly. You were in so much pain. The cramps were excruciating.

"It's not your fault, baby. None of this is your fault," Natasha reassured you, her voice filled with emotion.

"I'm sorry," You whispered again. It was all you could say.

"Shh, don't apologize," Natasha soothed. "You did nothing wrong."

Natasha managed to get you into her car without causing too much distress. Your clothes were soaked through with blood, but you didn't care. She just needed to get help. 

***********

These kinds of things happen they say. There’s not always an answer. It’s crazy how just a few weeks ago you’d gotten a heartbeat. You’d been able to see your baby’s tiny little body on a screen and now nothing. You feel empty. Stepping back into your home, to no baby, no future. 

It's like everything has changed. It's as if the color has faded and the world has lost its luster. Everything feels hollow. There's a deep emptiness inside of you.

"Let's get you to bed," Natasha murmured, her arms tight around you as she guided you to the bedroom. After spending three days in the hospital coming home felt weird. She'd asked Brandon to hire cleaners to come and tidy everything. She'd paid them a hefty amount to make sure no trace or memory of what happened that day was here.

You were quiet as Natasha helped you into bed, her hands gentle as she pulled the covers over you. You lay there, staring blankly at the wall, the ache in your chest only growing with each passing moment.

"Do you need anything?" She asked. Her voice was soft and soothing, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond.

You didn't deserve this. This is a punishment. A test. For what you can't say but that's the only explanation.

You hadn't spoken since before she brought you to the hospital. You couldn't bring yourself to speak. Natasha had been by your side the whole time, never leaving you alone. She'd held your hand, rubbed your back, and even sang softly to you. But nothing she did seemed to reach you. She felt hopeless.

She took one last look at you before she stood.

"I want the ultrasound picture," You requested quietly.

"Of course, love?" She searched your nightstand for it. It pained her to look at it too.

"And the little booties,"

Natasha handed you the photo and booties, watching as you cradled them close to your chest. She could see the tears welling in your eyes.

"Can I hold you?" She asked. You hadn't been open to her touch and comfort so it was a bit of a long shot.

You nodded, holding your arms out for her. She crawled into bed, curling up beside you. You leaned into her, resting your head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer.

"I'm sorry, Nat," You began. "I'm sorry I lost our baby."

"Don't apologize, love," Natasha whispered. "This isn't your fault. These things just happen. There was nothing you could have done. I know how much you wanted this. How much we both wanted this." You could try again. That part was left unsaid. Only because she knows you and knew it wouldn't be comforting in the slightest.

"This is the second time," You furrowed your brows. "This was our second try. I did everything right. Right? I took all of my vitamins. I only exercised lightly." You were starting to ramble.

"You were perfect," Natasha reassured you. "You are perfect. This doesn't mean that it will never happen. There's still a chance."

"What if it doesn't happen?" You whispered. You swallowed thickly. "I don't think I want to try again. Please don't make me go through that again."

Natasha stroked your hair, pressing a soft kiss against the top of your head. "Whatever you want, love. I'll support you."

"I'm not sure how to feel," You confessed. "I know I didn't act like it at times. I wanted this baby. I wanted him. He was mine. He was ours. We were so close to our dream."

"We were," Natasha agreed.

"Why is this so hard?" You cried, burying your face into her chest.

"I don't know, love," Natasha soothed, rubbing circles on your back.

"I wanted to welcome him into this world," You sobbed. "We won't get to do that. He won't get to experience anything. His heart was beating and then it stopped. Why? Why did it stop?"

"Shh," Natasha soothed. If she didn't calm you down soon you were going to become hysterical.

"He was a baby. A precious innocent little baby. We made a baby. We were pregnant," You cried, clinging to her. "Why does everything have to be so fucking hard? It's not fair."

"I know, baby. I know," Natasha whispered, stroking your hair. "It's okay. Let it out. Just let it out."

You couldn't stop crying. You sobbed and sobbed.

How could you ever be okay after this? A baby with Natasha was all you wanted. A family with your wife. His heartbeat was the most beautiful music you'd ever heard. And it's gone.

Your cries soon turn into soft whimpers and your whimpers turn into sniffles. The room is silent. Natasha continues to hold you, her arms tight around you.

our little family - a continuation

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Pumpkins adoption day

This is a collaboration with the incredible and insanely talented @harlowcomehome 🩷🩷🩷 thank you so much for working with me and just everything 🩷🩷

Jack had been having a tough time lately, adjusting to life back home after the whirlwind of his life the last three years.

“Baby” you kissed his shoulder blades as he softly snored beside you.

You knew he had only just fallen asleep after yet another sleepless night. Christmas was around the corner, and he had been overworking himself to get this album done, intending for a late January or early February release.

You went into the guest bathroom and got ready hoping to leave the house before he woke up for the day.

Your phone vibrating as you had finally gotten the call you’d been hoping for.

Jack had been casually mentioning how much he wanted a dog for the past couple of months, often reminiscing about his childhood pet. You had been going to an animal shelter looking for a specific breed, hoping that you’d get lucky.

You remembered how often Jack would tell you how much he loved his family dog and how he wanted the have one of his own someday. Considering how much he had been going through you thought getting him a dog now would somehow make him feel better, or ease the load.

After you had been consistently showing up at the shelter for a while, one of the girls who worked there reached out to you asking what you were looking for and putting you on a list to be called if a dog in that breed ever came in.

You were starting to give up hope until you had gotten the call this morning. Once you had finished getting ready you went into the bedroom to check if Jack was still asleep. When you saw him sleeping you kissed his head gently before quietly leaving, eager to go to the shelter first thing.

You drove down to the shelter, worried they’d place her with someone else if you didn’t hurry.

When you arrived she was up front with the staff, being passed around from arm to arm.

“Where do I sign?” You asked, holding the puppy close to you worried someone would take her away.

The employees smiled at you, printing out the necessary paperwork.

“Would you like to pick out a collar? We usually give out free ones with any adoption!”

You nodded looking through their options before picking out a silky purple one with a bow on it. You slipped it on her admiring how adorable she looked.

“Such a beautiful girl!” You cooed at her, kissing her on the curly head.

After you signed the paperwork she was officially adopted and all yours. You had carefully placed her on a pile of blankets in your passenger seat and wrapped her up in one for security.

You went to the nearest pet store to buy her all the things she needed, knowing full well you were going overboard the second you walked in.

“Your daddy is gonna love you so much,” you said, reaching your hand out to pet her head. You softly giggled noticing her and Jack had matching hairstyles.

Once you had gotten to the pet store you put her in the cart like she was a child.

You were definitely taking this mothering thing to a whole new level with her already.

“Okay, little missy what kind of bed do you want? Looks like we have a sad beige color” You looked at her and smiled when she didn’t find your antics amusing.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you girl, oh what about this pink one!” You held the bed out to her and her tail wagged so you took that as a yes.

“Pink it is! Let’s go find you some toys” Once you had picked out quite a few toys she liked you of course picked up a pink leash to go with her bed.

You also got treats, puppy food, food bowls, and puppy pads thinking you were likely all set.

When you left the store you could hardly contain your excitement.

You made it home safely leaving the bags in the car as you wrapped her in a blanket and walked inside with her.

Jack was in the kitchen making himself something to eat when he heard the door shut.

“I’m making omelets!” He shouted over the music he was currently playing.

“Babe, can you turn that down? You’re scaring her” you stifled a giggle.

“Scaring who?” He turned the music off as he questioned you. Emerging from the kitchen with a spatula in his hands.

He immediately stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes hyper-fixated on the small puppy in your arms.

“Babe” his voice cracked. “Babe, you didn’t.”

“I did” You walked toward him, trading him the puppy for the spatula he was holding.

She started licking his hands immediately, he held her up in the air above him.

“Hi pretty baby” he spoke to her in a soft baby voice that you’d never heard before.

“Is she ours?”

“Yes,” you smiled, going to the kitchen to tend to his food before it burned. You quickly plated it and turned the stove off returning to the living room where Jack was now sitting on the floor with her.

“We have to get you a bed and some food. Yes, we do” Jack spoke to her in the same tone as he booped her nose.

“I actually got all of that, it’s in the car” you smiled before sitting down beside the two of them.

Jack's eyes were glossy and filled with emotion.

“You didn’t have to do this” he whispered as he watched his new fur baby hop around your shared apartment.

“I wanted to” You leaned your head on his shoulder as he kissed the top of your head.

You both had only looked away for a moment before you realized the puppy was out of sight.

“Pumpkin?” Jack panicked the name rolling off his tongue without thinking.

Pumpkin was chewing on a pair of fresh new balance laces in the corner of the room.

“Pumpkin huh?” You giggled as you followed Jack over to her.

“Is that okay? Do you like it? We can change it” he continued rambling only making you giggle once more.

“It’s perfect. Pumpkin is perfect.”

[galaxy-fleur]

Based on this ask about Dad!Leon being protective of his daughter dating, you've also mentioned bad company. If possible, could you elaborate or make a hc on it?

Also expanding more on it, imagine if his daughter lost their v card while being out w her friends/collegues/classmates and was staying out overnight (she already told him she'll be out w friends for quite a while) and just came back home and acted as if nothing happened

Thx 😊

No problem! So, as I've said before, I personally don't see Leon having all that many anxieties over the prospect of his kid starting a dating life by itself. Including his daughter. He'd be happy to learn that she found someone who makes her happy! Getting controlling and restricting her from pursuing anyone just isn't something he would do. He does have anxiety over her getting involved with bad people, though.

He won't get angry, nor would he be super imposing with his kid's partner. But he will be cautious and itching to get to know them as a person. To make sure they're a good kid. In an ideal world where he has a close and trusting relationship with his daughter, they'll just share a conversation on that. It's important to him to know that she is fully honest with him on these types of things, that she won't hide anything from him if she needs help or feels stuck on something.

He needs to know that she'll trust him to protect her if she ever needs it.

Young love can be tumultuous, to say the least. And yet, it's an experience he wouldn't wish to rob her of, even if it brings strong emotions, including the not so happy ones. He just doesn't want her to get hurt. Or, worse yet, taken advantage of.

Leon is not scared of his child starting a dating life, he's scared of them getting hurt and not telling him about it. Or getting in danger without his knowledge.

And as for the second half of your ask, I don't think he'd have any issues if he got notified beforehand? I do see him as a type of parent to call his kid once or twice while they are out, just to make sure they're ok, but nothing more than that. (Even if he does have the itch to call every hour sometimes) He'd be eager to hear all about it when she's back home, asking if she had fun, what did she do, who was there with her, ect. It'll be out of genuine interest, not paranoia. Even if he can be annoying with his nosiness.

That said, if his daughter decides to bring up her first time with him for whatever reason, he might fumble a bit. Mostly because he gets sort of... awkward on these topics and has no idea what to hell to say. Slow blinks, mouth opening and closing, palms rubbing together - the whole package. He's clumsy with it, but he will get his shit together once he sees that his reaction made her feel embarassed. He does want her to trust him, and he wants to be of help with whatever she needs, even if he doesn't really know how to go about it. He'll get there.

However her first time went, I don't see him being judgemental or upset about it. He was young once, too. If it wasn't that great of an experience for whatever reason, he's there to offer comfort and reassure that that's completely normal and she shouldn't feel bad about that. You don't cook your first perfect omelet at first try, do you? And, heck, his first time wasn't anything to write home about, either. He might even tell a funny story on that to make her laugh and cheer her up a bit.

If she feels scared or uncomfortable for whatever reason, he's there for her, too. A warm hug, a cup of hot cocoa and an emergency trip for a plan B pill - he'll cover it all, no questions asked if she's not willing to open up. He just wants to make his girl feel safe and okay. That's the most important thing of all. The questions will come later when she's feeling ready for them.

That said, a lecture on using protection is definitely in store, and I'm afraid it's going to be a bad one. But hey, he means well.

He might be somewhat clumsy, but he does come through when he needs to.

[cera-writes]

Domestic Nightcrawler headcanons

Domestic Nightcrawler Headcanons

Kurt would be surprisingly content with a quiet domestic life. After years of adventuring and facing chaos, he finds solace in routine and normalcy. He enjoys curling up with a good book by a crackling fireplace (his teleporting abilities making it very easy to acquire firewood).

I feel like he'd love spending evenings baking bread or any kind of sweets for that matter. The rhythmic kneading of dough is oddly therapeutic for him, and the delicious scent that fills the house brings him a childlike happiness. Plus, I think he'd love baking cookies and cakes for his s/o.

Breakfast is his specialty. He loves whipping up elaborate omelets with teleported ingredients, teleporting coffee from a cozy Parisian cafe, and even teleporting a single, perfect red rose for his partner.

Movie nights are a must. He loves cuddling on the couch, his tail wrapped protectively around his partner. Kurt is a sucker for films, so he'd have a collection in the house and you'd never run out of movies to watch.

He's definitely a house husband. He'd use his teleporting abilities to make everyday chores a breeze. Need to take out the trash? Bam! It's gone. Need groceries? He can teleport a shopping list directly to the store and bring back the bags in a flash - though he would likely still enjoy strolling through the farmer's market and picking out fresh produce, just cause I feel like he'd want to support local business.

Folding laundry is a chore I think he actually finds oddly calming (?) He likes the act of smoothing out wrinkles and organizing clothes. Plus, with a teleport here and there, he can put laundry away much faster than anyone else. He always looks for ways to help you out any way he can around the house.

When it comes to kids, Kurt would be the most supportive dad ever. He'd instill a strong sense of empathy and kindness in his children. He'd use his experiences with prejudice to teach them to accept others for who they are, regardless of appearance.

Discipline might be a tad unconventional. Grounding wouldn't work – a teleport to their room wouldn't hold much weight. Instead, he'd rely on open communication and creative problem-solving, always trying to understand the root of the issue.

Despite his faith, Kurt can still be plagued by nightmares of his past. He might wake up in a cold sweat, disoriented and needing comfort. His partner would be there for him, holding him close and whispering reassurances until he calms down.

He wouldn't want to burden his partner with his past, but his inability to hide his emotions would make it clear when he's troubled. His partner would appreciate his honesty and offer unwavering support.

Sex - Consent is paramount to Kurt. He'd never pressure his partner and would always prioritize their comfort and enjoyment. Open communication is key, and he'd be happy to discuss boundaries and preferences.

He's a master at creating a sensual atmosphere. Imagine him teleporting flickering candles around the room, or teleporting rose petals all over the bed just for you.

He'd run your bath water for you, letting you relax while he gets the bedroom ready.

Foreplay for Kurt would involve a lot of pampering. He'd treat you like a god or goddess, making sure your needs were met before his.

Kurt cherishes every moment with his partner. Knowing they might get caught up in superhero duties, he might teleport them both to a timeless pocket dimension for a stolen romantic getaway, returning them refreshed and ready to face whatever challenges await.

[goatcheesecak3]

hii i saw you were taking requests! do you have any headcanons abt rodrick celebrating his partners birthday? please and thank uu :)

I'm glad u asked this bc it gave me the opportunity to use this picture lmao

1) you will never ever EVER recieve a store bought card from him. Instead, he always makes one for you, since he's pretty good at drawing.

2) for gifts, he goes for something he knows you'll use every day and really enjoy, like a new pair of docs or a really nice jacket. One year, he got you a leather jacket with loads of pockets, and in each pocket, he left a smaller gift: a pack of your favourite cigs, a flask of your favourite whiskey, an eyeliner pencil, some black nail polish and a tiny notebook filled with doodles of the two of you and song lyrics that remind him of you.

3) you have an actual party with all your friends for your birthday, but you also get a special birthday date with Rodrick. He takes you out for the day, maybe to the aquarium or a fun fair, then out to dinner. He likes to be able to spoil you, especially on your birthday, so he insists on paying for everything.

4) he invites all his friends to your birthday party, so he can show you off to them (and brag that he's actually got a girlfriend/boyfriend), and of course, he plays a song for you. (Last time it was love song by the damned).

5) he doesn't use social media all too often, but he'll always make a big gushy post about you on your birthday, "happy birthday to my favourite person in the whole world, I love you to bits (even if I'm still mad that you look better in my jeans than me) love you baby x"

6) he can't cook to save his life, but he still tries to surprise you with breakfast in bed on your birthday. If he really really puts his mind to it, he can make a half decent omelet.

7) you get a card and a small gift from his family too, usually a box of chocolates or flowers, you always think it's sweet how much they like you.

8) at your birthday party he always ends up getting emotional drunk, and going on and on about how much he loves you, and insists on dancing with you to soppy music as the night slows down.

9) he takes lots of pictures of you on your birthday, since you're smiling all day and he just LOVES your smile.

10) he loves to sleep, and usually he's late to everything but your birthday is an exception. He wouldn't DREAM of being late to you birthday, even though he's had a few close calls before, he always makes it on time.

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Don't Wanna Break Up Again (Seonghwa x Reader)

Eternal Sunshine Masterlist

BF!Seonghwa x Reader

Authors Note: Hey guys, sorry this is coming out a bit late. I wanted to post it earlier last week but then I had a new idea for the story, so I had to rewrite everything. I hope you enjoy!!

I don't wanna fuck with your head It's breakin' my heart To keep breakin' yours again

Seonghwa and Y/N's love story began like a scene from a romantic movie, set against the backdrop of a bustling college campus. They met at a mutual friend's party, their eyes locking across the crowded room as if drawn together by fate. Y/N was immediately captivated by Seonghwa's warm smile and gentle demeanor, while Seonghwa found himself drawn to Y/N's infectious laughter and kind heart.

Their connection was instant, sparks flying as they talked late into the night, sharing dreams, aspirations, and secrets they had never dared to confide in anyone else. From that moment on, they were inseparable, spending every spare moment together exploring the city, trying new foods, and discovering shared passions.

As their love blossomed, so did their dreams for the future. After graduating from college, they took the leap and moved into a cozy apartment together, transforming it into a sanctuary of love and laughter. Y/N pursued her passion for baking, working tirelessly at a small bakery shop while dreaming of one day opening her own store. Seonghwa, with his unwavering support and encouragement, embarked on a promising career at a prestigious company, his ambition matched only by his dedication to Y/N.

For five blissful years, they navigated life's ups and downs hand in hand, weathering every storm that came their way with unwavering love and devotion. Their apartment became more than just a place to live; it was their sanctuary, a haven where they could escape the chaos of the outside world and revel in the joy of each other's company.

But as time went on, cracks began to form in their seemingly perfect relationship. Seonghwa's demanding job at the office grew increasingly demanding, consuming more and more of his time and energy. Long nights turned into early mornings, and Y/N found herself waking up alone in their bed more often than not, the warmth of Seonghwa's presence replaced by the cold emptiness of their apartment.

Despite her best efforts to be understanding and supportive, Y/N couldn't shake the growing sense of loneliness that gnawed at her heart. She missed Seonghwa, missed the sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand, the comfort of his embrace. 

Which is where she's found herself once again, woken up by the sun shining through the curtains and the spot on the bed next to her untouched and cold. Seeing his side of the room is already neat, she can tell he'd left for work a long time ago. Checking her phone, she sees his message. 

- Hi baby, sorry I had to leave early, they called me in last minute. There's a omelet in the fridge if you're hungry. - 

Y/N's footsteps echoed softly in the quiet apartment as she made her way to the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath her feet a stark reminder of the emptiness that filled her heart. She couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as she read Seonghwa's message, his absence once again a painful reminder of the growing distance between them.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N pushed aside her feelings of resentment and loneliness, determined to face the day ahead with a brave face. As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she couldn't help but notice the tired lines that marred her reflection.

With practiced ease, Y/N went through the motions of her morning routine, the familiar tasks providing a small sense of comfort amidst the chaos of her thoughts. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and pulled her hair into a messy bun, each action a silent prayer for strength and resilience.

As she made her way to the kitchen, the scent of Seonghwa's cooking lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of happier times when they would share lazy Sunday mornings together, lost in each other's company. With a heavy heart, Y/N opened the fridge and retrieved the omelet Seonghwa had left for her. She sat alone at the kitchen table, the silence of the apartment pressing in around her, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that consumed her. She missed Seonghwa, missed the warmth of his presence, the sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand against hers.

But most of all, she missed the love they once shared, the connection that had once bound them together like two souls intertwined in an unbreakable bond. And as tears welled up in her eyes, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if their love was strong enough to weather the storm that threatened to tear them apart. Sure, they had their hardships, but they were stronger then this. Ever since Seonghwa got that promotion at work, he's been busy nonstop. 

She feels guilty, she was so proud of him when he told her the news, she even went out and bought a cake so they could celebrate when he got home later that night. At first, things were as they always were, completely normal. But within the past 3 months, it's like she no longer has a boyfriend. 

She knew Seonghwa's dedication to his work was one of the qualities she admired most about him, but lately, it felt as though their relationship had been pushed to the sidelines in favor of his career ambitions. As she took a hesitant bite of the omelet, the taste of loneliness lingered on her tongue, the once-familiar flavors now tainted by the bitter taste of disappointment. She couldn't help but replay the countless missed dinners, canceled plans, and late nights spent waiting for Seonghwa to come home.

But despite the growing resentment that gnawed at her heart, Y/N couldn't bring herself to blame Seonghwa entirely. She knew he was under immense pressure at work, juggling deadlines, meetings, and endless responsibilities with an unwavering determination that both inspired and frustrated her.

She wanted to believe that they were stronger than this, that their love was unbreakable, but the doubts lingered like shadows in the corners of her mind, threatening to engulf her in darkness.

With a heavy heart, Y/N wiped away her tears and pushed away the omelet, no longer having an appetite. She rose from the table and made her way to the living room, the silence of the apartment pressing in around her like a suffocating blanket. She sank onto the couch, her thoughts consumed by the unanswered questions that lingered between her and Seonghwa, their relationship hanging precariously in the balance.

But amidst the darkness that threatened to consume her, a flicker of determination sparked within Y/N's heart. She refused to let their love be swallowed by the shadows, refused to give up on the bond they shared, no matter how daunting the obstacles that lay ahead.

With renewed resolve, Y/N reached for her phone and dialed Seonghwa's number, her fingers trembling with nervous anticipation. After a few rings, he picked up. 

"Hi my love, everything ok?" Seonghwa's voice was soft, Y/N could hear groups of people talking in the background. 

"Hey, everything's fine. You left early this morning." Y/N fiddled with a loose string on her hoodie, or, more like Seonghwa's hoodie. 

"I know, I know I'm sorry. It's just - yeah hang on a second - It's just we have that big presentation I told you about coming up, there's a lot of last minute things we need to do." Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. 

"Presentation? What presentation?" She asked. Suddenly, she heard a man's voice shout to Seonghwa, saying to just call that person back later, that the project was more important. 

"Look baby I'm sorry, but I have to go. The guys are yelling at me." Y/N's heart sunk.

"Wait, I just have one question. Do you remember what day it is?" Her heart was racing, she prayed and hoped that maybe, just maybe, he'll prove her wrong. 

"It's Sunday, seriously Y/N I've got to go, ok? I love you, I'll call you back later." Before she could respond he hung up the phone. Y/N's heart sank as Seonghwa's hurried words echoed in her ears, the weight of disappointment settling heavily in her chest. She had hoped that their conversation would provide some clarity, some reassurance that their love was still strong despite the distance that threatened to tear them apart.

But as she stared down at the phone in her hand, the realization dawned on her like a punch to the gut. With trembling hands, Y/N set the phone down on the coffee table, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt and betrayal at Seonghwa's dismissal of her question, his priorities clearly lying elsewhere as he brushed her off with casual indifference.

He forgot, he's been so caught up with work he forgot. She wanted to call in back, she wanted to scream that no, it wasn't just any regular Sunday, it was their Sunday. Five years, five years they have been together and not once had they missed an anniversary. Today would mark when he took her on their first date. She knows that for some people, it's not a big milestone a couple would celebrate years down the road, but for them it was. 

Y/N remembers that day like the back of her hand. It had been a month after they initially met. Both of them didn't really have money back then to splurge at a restaurant, so they went to a convenience store and bought ramen that they made back at her dorm. It was the start of their journey together, what got them to where they are now. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the realization that their once cherished traditions had been forgotten.

She took a deep breathe and tried to slow down her thoughts. Ok, things had been busy, yes. She knows he's been pulling all nighters for the past few weeks, he's under a lot of stress right now. So, it should be expected his mind is not on top of things right now....right? 

Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, Y/N set about preparing a special surprise for Seonghwa, a reminder of the love they had shared and the memories they had created together over the years. She rummaged through their closet, searching for the perfect outfit, and went out to buy a bouquet of flowers for the dining table. Later in the afternoon, she messaged him asking what time he was planning on coming home. Once he responded, saying he's planning to leave at 5, she compiled a list of ingredients and shopped for groceries to cook for the night. 

And as she waited for Seonghwa to return home, her heart filled with hope and anticipation, Y/N couldn't help but cling to the belief that their love was strong enough to weather any storm, that no matter how far apart they may feel, they would always find their way back to each other in the end. For their love was not just a fleeting moment in time, but a bond that transcended the trials and tribulations of everyday life, a love that would endure for eternity.

"Hey, why don't you go home and get some rest. You look exhausted." Seonghwa peeked up from the pile of paper's he was sorting through. Checking his watch, the time read 10:32pm. Shit, he thought, he hadn't been paying attention to the time. 

"Are you sure? There's still a lot that needs to get done." He asks, looking up at his coworker. The person nods, offering him a kind smile. 

"Yeah, the other guys should be coming back in a minute. Go ahead and head out, I'm sure your girlfriend's waiting on you." Hearing that, Seonghwa gathered all his belongings and waved goodbye to his colleagues. As he walked home, his phone started ringing. Seeing it was his friend, Hongjoong, he answered. 

"Hey bro," He said, adjusting his bag dangling on his side. 

"Hey man, how's your day been?" Seonghwa scoffed.

"A complete shit show, I swear, some of these people are so incompetent. We had to go through every single file to make sure there were no typos or wrong information in them." He heard Hongjoong hum in acknowledgement. 

"Damn, that's rough. Well, at least you got to spend the rest of the day with Y/N, I'm sure that made it better huh? Oh, where is she by the way, I had a baking question for her." Seonghwa's heart sank as Hongjoong's words pierced through the facade of his exhaustion.

"Uh, actually, I'm not sure where she is right now," Seonghwa admitted sheepishly, his footsteps faltering slightly as he navigated the familiar streets on his way home. "I've been so caught up with work that I haven't really had a chance to talk to her today."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the distant sounds of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Seonghwa could practically hear the gears turning in Hongjoong's mind as he processed the significance of his words, the weight of his unintentional neglect hanging heavy in the air between them.

"Oh," Hongjoong finally said, his voice tinged with concern. "I thought you guys were be out at dinner or something."

"Why would we got out? You know she doesn't really like going out in public." Seonghwa was confused on where Hongjoong's assumption came from. Y/N was never really the one to go out and eat unless it was for a special occassion. Typically, her and Seonghwa - mostly Seonghwa while Y/N stays near him and rambles on about a show - cooked at home. 

Another moment of silence, before Hongjoong sighs. "Dude, do you even know what day it is?" Now he was even more confused. 

"It's Sunda- why do people keep asking me that today? Did everyone forget to check their calendar?" Seonghwa chuckles, but it was completely one sided as Hongjoong continued to make no sound. 

"Shit dude, you forgot." Seonghwa stopped in his tracks. He forgot? Forgot what? Questions circled around his head, until he decided to open up his own calendar. His heart sank, heavy with the weight of his own forgetfulness, as Hongjoong's words echoed in his ears like a harsh rebuke. How could he have been so blind, so oblivious to the significance of the day that held such special meaning for both him and Y/N?

"I..." Seonghwa faltered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words to convey the depth of his regret. He could practically feel the disappointment radiating through the phone, a tangible reminder of his own shortcomings as a boyfriend. "I'm such an idiot," Seonghwa finally admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "I completely forgot about our anniversary, didn't I?"

There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of Seonghwa's ragged breathing as he awaited Hongjoong's response. He could practically feel the weight of his friend's disappointment pressing down on him like a physical burden, a reminder of the gravity of his mistake.

"Yeah, man," Hongjoong finally said, his voice tinged with sympathy. "You really screwed up this time."

Seonghwa winced at the blunt truth of Hongjoong's words, the sting of his own negligence burning hot in his chest. He knew that he had let Y/N down, that he had failed to show her the love and appreciation she deserved on their special day. And now, as the reality of his mistake settled in like a bitter pill, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret for letting her down.

"I have to go." And with that, Seonghwa hung up the phone and tried calling his girlfriend as he rushes home. On his third try calling, he simply gave up and started sprinting. 

Seonghwa unlocked the apartment door, slowly creeping in and noticing all the lights were turned off. Once he flipped the living room light switch, he almost dropped to his knees. On the table, a vase of roses stood tall, decorative plate sheets placed where the two usually ate. A small card sat on the table, the envelope yellow with his name written across on the front with little hearts surrounding it. Placing his bag on the chair, he looked towards the living room. 

On the couch, two pillows were placed intentionally and the blanket they usually shared was spread across. And on the coffee table placed in front, two face masks and two glasses of wine sat on coasters, a bowl of his favorite chips set in the middle. Seonghwa stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the scene before him.

His eyes lingered on the card sitting on the table, and with trembling hands, Seonghwa reached out and picked up the card. His fingers brushing against the smooth surface as he turned it over to read the message inside. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Y/N's handwriting scrawled across the page, the words written with love and sincerity that brought tears to his eyes.

"Seonghwa," the card read, each letter a testament to the depth of her affection. "I know things have been tough lately, and I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me. Today marks five years since we shared our first date, and I wanted to celebrate the love and joy you bring into my life every single day. I know you've been busy with work, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, always. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend many more years by your side. Happy anniversary, my love."

Tears welled up in Seonghwa's eyes as he read the heartfelt words, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and regret. How could he have been so blind, so oblivious to the love and devotion that Y/N had shown him despite his own neglect? He felt a lump form in his throat as he realized just how much he had taken her for granted, how little he had done to show her the love and appreciation she deserved.

He made his way towards the bedroom quietly, unsure if she was still awake. He reached for the doornob, but when he went to turn it, it stuck. Seonghwa, confused and exhausted, tried twisting it again but was bet with resistance. Figuring the door had been stuck again, like it had once done in the past, he surrenders and heads to the guest bathroom so he could at least wash. his face. Flipping on the light, he sees a stack of clothes and a sticky note on the mirror. 

"Couch is set, don't bother." Was all it said. Upon inspecting the clothes, he realizes they're his pajamas. A pair of clean boxers was folded along with them and his toothbrush and facial care products were on the sink too. 

He couldn't blame her for wanting space, for needing time to process the depth of his neglect and the pain it had caused her. With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to the reality of the situation, knowing that he had no one to blame but himself for the rift that had formed between them. With slow, deliberate movements, Seonghwa began to undress, the weight of his guilt hanging heavy in the air as he changed into his pajamas. Each article of clothing felt like a tangible reminder of his own shortcomings, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between him and the woman he loved.

As he washed his face and went through his nightly skincare routine, Seonghwa couldn't help but replay the events of the day in his mind, each moment a painful reminder of his own neglect and the consequences it had wrought. He knew that he had a long road ahead of him to make things right with Y/N, to rebuild the trust and connection that had been shattered by his own neglect.

But amidst the darkness of his own guilt, a flicker of determination ignited within Seonghwa's heart, a resolve to do whatever it took to earn back Y/N's love and forgiveness. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, that there would be obstacles and challenges along the way, but he was willing to fight for their relationship with every fiber of his being.

And as he settled onto the couch, the weight of Y/N's absence pressing down on him like a physical weight, Seonghwa knew that he had a long journey ahead of him to make things right. But he was determined to do whatever it took to show Y/N just how much she meant to him, to prove to her that he was worthy of her love and forgiveness. For he knew that their love was worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

Y/N didn't get much sleep that night, her face felt stiff from the amount of tears that streamed down her face when she realized he wasn't coming home on time. She kept her gaze on the empty side of the bed, emotions void and heart breaking bit by bit. Y/N buried her face in the pillow, her sobs muffled against the soft fabric as she allowed herself to succumb to the tidal wave of grief that threatened to engulf her. She felt as though her heart had been shattered into a million pieces, each fragment a painful reminder of the love she had lost. As she wept into the sheets, a knock sounded at the door. 

"Y/N...." Y/N's heart lurched at the sound of Seonghwa's voice, the familiar warmth of his tone cutting through the darkness of her despair like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. She lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes red and swollen from hours of crying, as she struggled to comprehend the reality of his presence.

"Seonghwa..." Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper as she fought to regain control of her emotions. She felt a jumble of conflicting emotions swirling within her, a mixture of relief and anger, love and betrayal, all vying for dominance within her fractured heart.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Y/N pushed herself up from the bed, walking towards the bedroom door to unlock it. Upon opening it, her eyes locked with Seonghwa's, who stood in the doorway, his expression a mixture of guilt and remorse. She could see the weight of his own emotions reflected in his eyes, the shadows of regret etched into the lines of his face.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. But then, with a tentative step forward, Seonghwa crossed the threshold into the room, his eyes never leaving Y/N's as he approached her with cautious uncertainty.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Seonghwa murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out a trembling hand to brush away the tears that stained her cheeks. "I never meant to hurt you like this."

Y/N's heart clenched at the sincerity in Seonghwa's words, the raw vulnerability of his confession piercing through the walls she had erected around her wounded heart. She could see the pain etched into every line of his face, the depth of his regret mirrored in the depths of his eyes. And in that moment, as their gazes locked and their hearts laid bare, Y/N knew that she couldn't turn her back on the love they shared, no matter how deep the wounds that had been inflicted upon it. 

"You forgot.....you never forget." She whispered, softly pushing his hand away from her and crossed her arms. 

"I know, I know." Seonghwa slowly pulled his hand back, returning it to his side. "Honey I.....I'm so sorry." Y/N's heart ached at Seonghwa's admission, the weight of his apology hanging heavy in the air between them. She could feel the turmoil churning within her, torn between the pain of his betrayal and the love that still lingered in her heart.

"Seonghwa, how could you forget?" Y/N's voice wavered with emotion, her eyes brimming with tears as she struggled to make sense of the hurt that consumed her. "Our anniversary, it's... it's not just any date. It's a reminder of the love we share, the memories we've built together. How could you forget something so important to us?"

Seonghwa's shoulders slumped under the weight of Y/N's words, his own guilt and regret written plainly on his face. "I don't have an excuse. I let work consume me, and I neglected the most important thing in my life. I'm sorry, I truly am."

Y/N felt a pang of anguish as she looked into Seonghwa's eyes, seeing the depth of his remorse mirrored back at her. Despite the hurt he had caused, she couldn't deny the love she still felt for him, the longing to rebuild what they had lost.

"I don't know what to do anymore," Y/N admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Seonghwa I....I don't know if I can do this anymore." Seonghwa's eyes widen in panic, quickly bringing his arms around her. 

"No no no, don't say that. Please, let me make it up to you. Please Y/N." Seonghwa's arms enveloped Y/N in a tight embrace, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions that raged within her. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing her own tumultuous thoughts.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N," Seonghwa whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "You mean everything to me. Please, give me another chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to prove to you how much you mean to me."

Y/N leaned into Seonghwa's embrace, his scent and the familiarity of his presence soothing her frayed nerves. Despite the pain and uncertainty that lingered in her heart, she couldn't deny the longing she felt to hold onto the love they shared, to believe in the possibility of a future together.

"I want to believe you, Seonghwa," Y/N murmured, her voice muffled against his chest. "But I need time... time to heal." Seonghwa nodded, his grip on Y/N tightening ever so slightly as he held her close. 

"I understand, Y/N. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you, ready to do whatever it takes to make things right." And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N knew that their journey back to each other would be long and arduous.

It had been a week now since the incident, a little bit had changed. Seonghwa was good about giving Y/N her space. He had been sleeping on the couch the past few nights to respect her wishes of wanting to be alone. Seonghwa wasn't going to lie, this had been one of the worst weeks of his life. Being so close to the women he loved but having to stay far from her had been a difficult task. Though, he reminds himself that it's what he had been doing the past few months, it's just now, he was conscious of it. 

Yesterday had been the last day of finalizing everything for the project he and the team had been working night and day on. As a rewards, he was given a few payed days off, and Seonghwa was going to use them wisely.  As he stretched his stiff muscles, a sense of determination filled him, knowing that today was the day he would begin to make things right with Y/N.

With quiet steps, Seonghwa grabbed his coat and keys, intent on making the most of his days off. He had a plan in mind, a way to show Y/N just how much she meant to him and how committed he was to repairing their relationship.

As he stepped out into the crisp morning air, Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stirring within him. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, he was determined to win back Y/N's trust and rebuild the love they had shared.

And as he set off on his journey, Seonghwa knew that with patience, perseverance, and unwavering devotion, anything was possible. For he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right with the woman he loved, to prove to her that their love was worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

By the time Y/N woke up and walked into the kitchen, everything was set up. She saw a vase of her favorite flowers sitting on the dining table. Along with them were fresh crepe's from her favorite breakfast spot and a cup of iced coffee. Seonghwa was seated at the table, legs bouncing in anticipation while he waited for her. 

"What's this?" She asked, voice still groggy since she'd woken up not too long ago. Seonghwa looked up from the table, a smile lighting up his face as he saw Y/N enter the room. He motioned for her to take a seat, the anticipation evident in his eyes as he waited for her reaction.

"It's breakfast," Seonghwa replied, his voice soft with sincerity. "I thought we could start the day off right, together."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the spread before her, the aroma of fresh crepes and coffee filling the air. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in her chest at the thoughtfulness of Seonghwa's gesture, the love and effort he had put into making her feel special.

"Oh, Seonghwa," Y/N breathed, her voice filled with emotion as she moved to sit across from him at the table. "This is... this is so sweet."

Seonghwa's smile widened at Y/N's reaction, his heart swelling with happiness at the sight of her appreciating his efforts. He reached across the table to take her hand in his, his gaze locking with hers in silent understanding.

"I know I haven't been the best lately, Y/N," Seonghwa began, his voice filled with sincerity. "But I want you to know that I'm committed to making things right, to proving to you how much you mean to me. I love you more than words can say, and I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and rebuild our relationship."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat at Seonghwa's heartfelt words, her eyes brimming with tears at the depth of his sincerity. She squeezed his hand gently, a silent affirmation of her love and forgiveness. "I love you too, Seonghwa," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Let's take it one step at a time, together." 

Seonghwa's heart swelled with gratitude and relief as he listened to Y/N's words, the weight of her forgiveness lifting the burden of guilt from his shoulders. He squeezed her hand gently, his gaze softening with love and appreciation as he leaned forward to press a tender kiss to her forehead. 

"Are you fucking kidding me Seonghwa, again. This happened AGAIN." Y/N stormed off into the bedroom, hands tangled in her hair as she tried to not lash out at him. Seonghwa remained in the apartment doorway, head hung low in regret. It had now been a month since their last dispute. Tonight, they were supposed to meet Y/N and his friends at an arcade and bar to celebrate someone's promotion. But, of course, Seonghwa was a no call no show. 

Seonghwa's heart sank as he watched Y/N storm off into the bedroom, her words ringing in his ears like a painful echo of his own failures. He knew he had messed up again, that his repeated absences and broken promises had pushed Y/N to her breaking point. He stood there in the doorway, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his own guilt and regret. How many times could he apologize, how many promises could he make before they became meaningless?

Slowly, Seonghwa made his way to the bedroom, steeling himself for the confrontation that awaited him. He found Y/N sitting on the edge of the bed, her back turned to him as she stared blankly at the wall.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Seonghwa murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I messed up, again. I don't have any excuses, I just... I lost track of time, I lost sight of what's important. But please, believe me when I say that I never meant to hurt you. I love you, more than anything in this world, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Y/N remained silent, her fists clenched at her sides as she struggled to contain her anger and frustration. She wanted to believe Seonghwa, wanted to believe that he was capable of change, but the wounds of his repeated betrayals ran deep.

"It's not just about tonight, Seonghwa," Y/N finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's about all the times you've let me down, all the broken promises and empty apologies. I don't know how much more of this I can take." Seonghwa's heart clenched at Y/N's words, the fear of losing her threatening to consume him. He knelt before her, his eyes pleading for another chance, for one more opportunity to prove himself worthy of her love.

"Please, Y/N," Seonghwa begged, his voice trembling with emotion. "Give me one more chance to make things right. I'll do whatever it takes, I'll change, I'll be better. Just please... don't give up on us."

Y/N's heart ached as she looked into Seonghwa's pleading eyes, torn between the love she still felt for him and the pain of his repeated betrayals. She could see the sincerity in his gaze, the desperation in his voice, and a part of her wanted to believe that he was capable of change.

But the wounds of his broken promises ran deep, and she couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of her mind. How many times could she forgive him, how many chances could she give before she lost herself entirely?

"I don't know, Seonghwa," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I want to believe you, I really do. But I don't know if I can keep going through this cycle of hurt and disappointment." Seonghwa's heart sank at Y/N's words, the weight of her uncertainty crushing him like a tidal wave. He had hoped that this time would be different, that his words would be enough to convince her of his sincerity. But he knew that actions spoke louder than words, and he had seen how much this had hurt her the last time. 

Seonghwa knew what needed to happen, quite frankly both of them did. But he knew why it hadn't been brought up yet, why it had never been suggested. They loved each other too much, he knew that Y/N would never bring it up because she'll give him the benefit of the doubt no matter what. Now it was time to make a decision, and it's one that he knew he had to make himself. 

Slowly, he sat by Y/N. Seonghwa felt the weight of the silence pressing in around them, suffocating him with the weight of their unresolved emotions. He couldn't bear to see Y/N in such pain, couldn't bear the thought of losing her, but he knew that their relationship couldn't continue like this.

Taking a deep breath, Seonghwa reached out to gently take Y/N's hand in his, his touch a silent reassurance of his love and support. He knew what needed to be done, knew that it would be the hardest decision he would ever have to make, but he also knew that it was the right one for both of them.

"Y/N," Seonghwa began, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "I... I think we need to take a break."

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at Seonghwa's words, her heart clenching with a mixture of pain and disbelief. She opened her mouth to protest, to beg him not to leave her, but the words caught in her throat as she saw the resolve in Seonghwa's gaze.

"I know this isn't what you want to hear, and it's not what I want either," Seonghwa continued, his voice thick with emotion. "But I think we both need some time apart to figure things out, to heal from all the hurt and disappointment. I love you, Y/N, more than anything in this world, but I can't keep hurting you like this."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she listened to Seonghwa's words, the pain of his decision piercing her heart like a dagger. She wanted to fight against it, to cling to him and beg him not to leave, but deep down she knew that he was right. Slowly, she nodded, her voice choked with emotion as she whispered, "ok."

And as they sat there, hand in hand, their hearts heavy with sorrow and uncertainty, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the end of their love story, or if it was merely the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with hope and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

Seonghwa squeezed Y/N's hand gently, his heart aching with the pain of their parting but also with the hope of a better future. He leaned forward to press a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin for a moment before he reluctantly pulled away.

"I'll always love you, Y/N," Seonghwa murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "No matter what happens, please remember that."

Y/N nodded, her own tears cascading down her cheeks as she watched Seonghwa stand up and make his way towards the door. She wanted to reach out, to beg him to stay, but she knew that this was something they both needed to do.

As the door closed behind Seonghwa, Y/N was left alone with her thoughts, her heart heavy with sorrow but also with a glimmer of hope for the future. She didn't know what lay ahead for them, didn't know if they would ever find their way back to each other, but she was willing to take the chance, to believe in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow.

And as she curled up on the bed, surrounded by the echoes of their love and the memories of happier times, Y/N couldn't help but hold on to that hope, to cling to the belief that someday, somehow, they would find their way back to each other.

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Osamu always cooks, but he also has Onigiri Miya to run, so Suna takes it as his responsibility to cook up a meal for the both of them for one night. For no particular reason, not that he's concerned for Osamu. He fumbles - only having few experiences microwaving konbini packaged food or decorating bentos for his little sister. But he succeeds. He makes a simple rice meal with "grilled" fish which he fried, salad bought from store, tamagoyaki he gives up half-way and passes it as an omelet, and miso soup. He is proud of his efforts, and even texts Osamu.

Osamu is pleasantly surprised to see his bae cooking for him. Turns out Suna is affectionate - him speaking in his silent love language is so adorable. He closes the restaurant and races home, butterflies in his stomach for no reason.

Suna forgets to turn on the rice cooker.

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Mini Fanfic #1287: A Day Spent with Ms. Glynda Goodwitch (RWBY)

8:39 a.m. at The Team JNPRO'S Residence's........

Oscar: (Walks Over to the Kitchen While Sniffing Out the Smell Coming From It) Breakfast this early in the morning? I know Ren is the earliest bird out of all of us here, but- (Eyes Begins to Widened at a Very Familiar Face, Now Spotted in the Room) Glynda!?

Glynda: (Greets Oscar with a Single Nod While Sitting on the Table Filled with Breakfast Up and Ready Fpr Both of Them to Enjoy) Good Morning, Oscar. I hope you had a good rest last night.

Oscar: Yeah, I slept like a log. What brings you here this morning? N-Not that I mind you being here or anything.

Glynda: (Giggles a Bit Softly) I know~ Your team left for another mission earlier this morning and asked me to watch over you for the time being.

Oscar: ('Sigh') So they've left me behind again, huh? Probably think I'd slow them down or something.....

Glynda: (Gently Grabs Hold of Oscar's Hand) That isn't true. You and I both know just how much they love you and how they're more than willing to doing everything to keep you out of harms way, especially after you've been through in the past.

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah....I do have the tendency to make them worried sick a lot. I just wish I could contribute to the team a little bit more, you know?

Glynda: (Gently Squeezes Oscar's Hand) You being alive, safe, and living the the life you want to set out for yourself is a far more contributing factor you've brought into the table than you could possibly realize and we could never be anymore thankful for that. (Kiss the Top of Oscar's Hand) Now, come. (Pats on Oscar's Hand Before Letting It Go From her Grasps) It is time feast.

Oscar: (Happily Nodded) Right.

Oscar pulls a seat, right next to where Glynda is seating at, up before sitting down and using a fork and knives to eat. He takes one bite of the perfectly crafted omelet and his eyes begins to light up in delight. He then proceeds to try out the smoke sausage next, followed by the strawberry pancakes, both of whom are equally delicious to devour in their own right.

Glynda: So? What do you think? And please. Take all the time you need to chew and swallow before speaking.

Oscar: (Eats his Food Before Swallowing it Whole and Speaking) Glynda, don't tell Ren and Pyrrha I tell you this, but I think your breakfast is god-like.

Glynda: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Oh! (Giggles a Bit While Blushing) Is....that right?~ A select few people from the Golf Club, would say it's below average at best, whenever I cook something for them.

Oscar: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) Well, they'd probably don't have a single clue what a fantastic meal taste like if it hits them right across the-

Glynda: Oscar.

Oscar: (Immediately Stops Himself Thanks to Glynda's Disapproved Glare, Staring at Him) Uh- (Clears his Throat Before Smiling Awkwardly) R-Right. Let's.....not worry about them for now. When did you learned how to cook to begin with?

Glynda: Well, when I was a child, I would always watch my mother, bless her soul, cook up the meals she would make for the both of us the best she could. I was so moved by it's exquisite taste and each of it's detailed layers that I began to study in Culinary Arts in from my pre to post teenage years and the rest after that, was history.

Oscar: Cool. (Frowna a Bit) Also, I'm sorry for your loss. She seems like a great lady.

Glynda: (Smiles Sadly) The greatest in the world. (Takes a Sip of her Cup of Coffee) She would've adored you and your family if she were still here right now.

Oscar: Our family. (Gives Glynda a Reassuring Smile) You're more worthy of being a part of this than you think.

Glynda: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Thank you. (Takes Another Sip of her Coffee) So what plans do you have in store for the two us today, if you don't mind me asking.

Oscar: (Takes Another Bite of his Omelet) Honestly-

Glynda: Don't talk with your mouth full.

Oscar: Oh! (Finishes Chewing and Then Swallowing Up his Food Before Speaking Again) I'm fine doing whatever you want to do today.

Glynda: Are you sure? (Turns Away A Bit Shyly Like) My daily schedule isn't known for being....exciting for the most part.

Oscar: (Happily Shrugs) I don't mind a casual, productive outing every once and a while. Plus, you've spent all morning making breakfast for the both of us. You more than deserve to have a day dedicated to you for once, you know?

Glynda: (You have chosen such a sweet boy as your processor, Ozpin~) (Simply Nodded with a Small Smile) Hm. Very well. I'll take lead then. We have quite a lot to do today, but first things first, we must set up a theory appointment.

Oscar: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Already? I thought mines would be next week.

Glynda: No, It's.....(Turns Away Shyly Again) Not for you per say......

Oscar: Not for- (Eyes Slowly Starts to Widened Once He Mentally) Starts Piecing Two and Two Together) Ooooooooh, got it. I'll set everything up for in the living room.

Glydna: After we finish breakfast first.

Oscar: Right.

Few Minutes of Finishing and Cleaning Up After Breakfast Later, at the Living Room...........................

Glynda: (Laying Up on the Sofa, Looking Up at the Ceiling and Ranting the Whole Time) As if my day haven't be more stressful enough, our incompetent, so called "Leader" of the Club, Janice, had to come barged right on in and pile up five stack of the paperwork SHE was supposed to sign, completely ignoring the fact that I already had a million other objectives I had yet to finish at the time, so I basically had to do everyone else's work up until the night falls!

Oscar: (Sitting on the Couch, Nodding and Writing Notes Down the Entire Time) Okay, I see, I see. And how did that made you feel exactly?

Glynda: Annoyed, exhausted, frustrated- ('Sighs Heavily') And slightly disheartened. Our club prioritizes in sisterhood bonds, but....I can't help but feel left out if anything. Juvenile point of thinking, I know.

Oscar: (Gives his Third Mother Figure a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Hey, there's nothing wrong with feeling that way from time to time. (Chuckles Lightly) The brothers know I've been down that road way too many times for me to keep in count these days.

Glynda: Yes. (Starts Frowning Worryingly) And it's been concerning me and the others to no end.

Oscar: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Sighing) Yeah, I know, I'm a mess of a farmer. (Starts Smiling Again) B-But I'm still working on it. And I know you have what it takes to do so too if ypu don't let any negative thoughts cloud your judgment forever

Glynda: (Simply Nodded to Oscar's Words of Encouragement) I suppose that's a reasonable method- (Rolls her Eyes a Bit) Given that's easier said than done at the moment.

Oscar: (Playfully Raises an Eyebrow at Glynda) Would a cuddle session with your son/mock therapist help calm your nerves for a bit?

Glynda: (Holds Both her Arms Out) If you don't mind, pleass~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly Again) Not at all~ (Gets Himself Up From his Seat and Walk Over to Hug Glynda) 'Always happy to help out a mom in need.

Glynda: (Happily Hugs Oscar Back) Thank you~ You always give out the best hugs~

Oscar: It's what I do.

An Hour and a Half Of Cuddling Later, Mistral Park........

Oscar: Hmmmm......(Stares at his Chest Pieces For a Few More Seconds Before Slowly Picking One Up)

Glynda: (Sitting in Front of Her Opponent, Awaiting For his Move to Be Completely Made) You look hesitant. Are you familiar with the structures and layers chess has to offer, Oscar?

Oscar: Sort of? Oz would run me down the brief history of the the game itself here and there, but the only piece of advice i remembered him giving me was to think very carefully before making a move. (Places his Piece to the Spot he Chose)

Glynda: (Slowly Nodded While Picking Up her Piece) A very cmmon, yet important advice to keep intact, no doubt. But I believe there's more to the game than just thinking cautiously. (Place the Piece Down to the Spot She Chose)

Oscar: ('Sigh') Yeah, I figured as much. (Moves His Piece to the Other Side) Care to elaborate?

Glynda: Why, certainly. You see, Chess is a far more complex game than most people give it credit for these days. (Moves One Piece to the Side) Again, making careful plays is important and all, but it takes patience- (Watches Oscar Make his Move Closely) being calm- (Slowly Moves Another Piece Up a Bit) and developing a more clearer mindset in order to help you make even the most precise move in your arsenal.

Oscar: (Starts Nodding to Glynda's Words as He About to Make his Move Next) Mhmm...

Glynda: Now, there are plenty of strategic methinks players use to try and win. For instance, all I need to do is to simply observe every bit of moode and movement my opponents make front in front of me, right before I come in with the finish, in other words- (Moves her Piece, The Queen, Five of Oscar's Pieces to His Side of the Board Before Blurting Out-) Checkmate.

Oscar: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Awe at The Flawless Move Glynda Just Made) Incredible....You're like a master at this.

Glynda: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) I...wouldn't exactly call myself a "Master" of any kind.....(Forms a Cheeky Smirk on her Face) But I have beaten Ozpin at his own game more than fourty times~

Oscar: (Snickers a Bit) Seriously?

Glynda: (Giggles Softly) It's the truth!~ And every time, he would start grumbling and contemplating to himself on how he continues to get outplayed.

Oscar: He does have the tendency to grumble.

Glynda: (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) To an egregious sense! But it was still entertaining to watch all the same~ ('Sigh') I miss him.

Oscar: You and me both.

Two Hour Later at the Mistral's County Club's Outdoor Golf Field.........

A white little rabbit was seen hopping around in a bright green, grassy field when suddenly, the sound of engine ringing through his fluffy eardrums as he turns around to see a purple colored golf-cart flying over him (in slow motion on his point of view) reached the ground before driving down forward with the passenger screaming "WOOOOOOOO" along the way, causing the furball to Tilt his head his head in confusion.

Glynda: (Let's Out a Sigh of Relief While Driving the Purple Golf Kart in Question) That worked out more than I hoped. Are you feeling okay, Oscar?

Oscar: (Let's Out a Single Sigh of Relief of his Own) The adrenaline was something fierce, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. (Turns to Glynda with a Smile) That was pretty rad jump and landing you made there, Glynda.

Glynda: (Pushes her Glasses Up with a Prideful Smile on her Face) ('Hmph') It was nothing to it~ Let it be known that I am far from being the boring professor in Beacon Campus.

Oscar: I don't think you're boring.

Glynda: I know you don't, dear. But I can you a handful of my former students who would say otherwise, including a certain troublemaker in red. Speaking of which, it's astounds me how long it took me to ask you this, but-(Turns Back to Oscar) What on Green Earth do you see in that girl?

Oscar: (Smiles a Bit Bashfully) What's there to say?~ She's strong, sweet, very pretty and beautiful to look at~

Glynda: (Rolls her Eyes a Bit) She's also as thickheaded and reckless as they come.....

Oscar: Oh, to an egregious sense. Then again, I'm no better in that comparison, so I really shouldn't be talking, huh?

Glynda: I'm more than certain that she's one of the many bad influences on you.

Oscar: No doubt. As much of a handful she is, I still love and adore her all the same ~ Made me actually wanna get hugged by her today.

Glynda: ( Sigh') I pray that you're referring to a regular hug.....

Oscar: (Casually Shakes his Head) Not even~

Meanwhile at the Food Court........

Ruby: !!!! (Immediately Gets Herself Up From her Seat)

Weiss: (Surprised by Ruby's Sudden Action Right in Front of Her) Ruby, what is it!?

Ruby: I dunno.....(Place her Habds on Both of her Cheeks) I felt a disturbance of some kind....

Weiss: What kind of-

Ruby: (Happily Swaying her Hips From Side to Side While Blushing) The sweet, lovey-dovey kind from my one and only Honey-Bun!~

Weiss: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look Right on Cue) Should've known. You miss seeing him already?

Ruby: Ohh you have the slightest idea- Ugh!~ I can't wait to hug the ever living crap outta him tonight~

Weiss: ('Sigh') (Godspeed, Oscar Everlynn Pines. Godspeed. )

An Hour of Riding Around the Golf Course Later, Inside the Club's Mini Mall.......

Glynda: (Standing by the Change Room's Door Wearing a "I Aquire My Son to be Right by My Side This Instant" T-Shirt) You're worrying over nothing in there, Oscar. You'll look great.

Oscar: (Inside the Change Room) I don't know why you moms insist on having me wear these dumb t-shirts with you in public!

Glynda: (Puts on a Motherly Glare) Okay, first off, these t-shirts are anything but dumb. I find them rather charming in this day in age.

Oscar: (Sticks his Head Out Beside the Door) I, for one, find them outdated.

Glynda: (Rolls her Eyes a Bit) Agree to Disagree if you must. The bottom line here is that I want show off our two-part fashion. (Turns Away While Takes her Glasses Off Before Wiping a Single Tear off her Eyes) ('Sniff') 'Less you would be cruel enough to break your mother's poor maiden heart~ (Slightly Turns her Eyes Back to Oscar, Expecting his Answer with a "Sad" Expression)

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') Man, I hate it when you guys do that.....(Reluctantly Walks Out of the Dressing Room, Wearing the "I am The Son." T-Shirt) I am now one with the shirt. You happy?

Glynda: (Smiles Brightly While Clasping her Habds Together) Very much so~ That shirt looks wonderful on you already.

Oscar: Thanks. Looks good on you too. (I swear, if I see or hear a single peep outta Ruby or any of her nutty teammates coming over here, I am gonna lose my sh-)

???????: As I live and breathe.

Oscar: (Sighs in Pure Relief at the Sound of a Familiar, Yet Far More Tolerable Voice This Time Around) (Oh thank God.) Hey, Whit-leyyy......(Eyes Widened a Bit at the Sight of the Youngest Schnee Walking Approach Him, Wearing a "I am The Baby Snowflake ❄" T-Shirt)

Whitley: I see you and Ms. Goodwitch are wearing these ridiculous t-shirts as well?

Oscar: Not by choice on my end. But it does make Glynda happy at least. (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) I take it you didn't activate chose to wear the "Little Snowflake" one on your own accord, huh?

Whitley: ('Sighs Heavily') Unfortunately.........

??????: Whitley, darling!~

The boys turn their attention to Whitley's mother, Willow Schnee, walking over to the trio while proudly wearing the "Please Return My Baby Snowflake ❄ to Me At Once Please!~"

Willow: (Carrying a White, Fancy Lookkng Fedora in her Habds) You must try on this lovely fedora I picked out for- Oh. (Smiles Brightly at the Fellow Duo) Oscar, Ms. Goodwitch, hello!~

Glynda: ('Sigh') Honestly, Willow, we've long since past the point of being formal woth one another by now.

Willow: (Giggles Softly) Of course, silly me~ (Politely Bows Towards the Former Professor of Beacon) Glynda. Such a beautiful name you have~

Glynda: Yours fare better. (Puts on a Bit of a Seductive Smirk on her Face) It aligns perfectly to how gorgeous you look today~

Willow: Oh~ (Giggles Some More Before Smirking Back at Glynda) I could say that same for you as well, my dear~ What's your secret?

Glynda: (Pushes her Bun Up in a Profound Manner) Well, other than being born with thus nature look, I spend every second of the morning moisturizing my face with one of my most finest skin care. I'd be more than happy lend them to you if you like.....(Continues Talking to a Very Intrigued Willow)

Whitley: (Watching the Two Women Interact Along with Oscar) Never thought I would see the day of those two flirting with one another.

Oscar: I know, right? Hey, wait a minute- (Turns to Whitley) Wasn't your mom dating your former butler at one point?

Whitley: (Turns to Oscar) Yes, but they both decided it would be best to remain as friends after a while.

Oscae: Ah, gotcha. (Turns Back to the Two Ladies in Question) You know? Call me crazy- (Smiles a Bit) But I think they would make a cute pair.

Whitley: Ms Glynda is doing a swell job making mother smile thus far, i must admit. (Snickers a Bit) This is the most I've seen her laugh in a long while.

Oscar: And I've never seen Glynda this flirty since.....ever actually. But as long as they're happy, that's good enough for me, you know?

Whitley: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. I could do without these shirts though.

Oscar: ('Sighs Heavily') Whitley, you are preaching to the choir right now.

Two Hours Later, Outside of Beacon Academy's Entrance Gate............

Oscar: (Looks Up the Once Fallen Beacon Academy, Now Rebuild in Near Complete, Alongside Glynda) It's good to see the academy is in better shape now.

Glynda: (Smiles Fondly) It still as beautiful as the day I first enrolled~ (Notices the Security System Arounding the Gate) Here's hoping it's more secure without my presence, this time.

Oscar: (Turns to Glynda) What are you gonna do now that you've finished doing the heavy lifting?

Glynda: I continue to live the rest of my as it turned to now. I promised myself that I would move on from Beacon and I intend to keep it that way going forward. (Turns to Oscar) Are you certain that you want to become a professor here in the distant future? It could be an awfully stressful occupation if you're not too careful.

Oscar: True, but I also promised myself that I would do more for the world than staying at a farm for the rest of my life. (Looks Back at the Academy) Plus, I owe it to Ozpin to help reshape the ins and outside of this place and the rest of world for that matter, to a far more better light, you know?

Glynda: (Smiles Proudly at her Son) Very commendable indeed. But please do call me if you ever need some assistance or advice.

Oscar: Only if you continue to do the same for us going forward. (Turns Back to Glynda with a Sincere Smile) You are still a part of our ragtag family after all.

Glynda's heart begins to melt in pure, genuine happiness. The world hasn't been too kind to her after Beacon burn into flames and rubble that night. With Ozpin gone along with it, she always had to keep pushing herself and believing that it was her responsibility to rebuild everything from the ground up,knowing full well that it would only lead to more difficulties down the line.

But now that she has a newfound family to rely on these days, her life has began to get more and more better for her over time, prompting her to be the happiest she has ever been in a really long time.

Glynda: Thank you. ('Sniff') (Wipes a Single Tear From of her Eyes) Thank you so much to having be a part of you family for so long. ('Sniff') I will forever be in your and everyone else's debt. Oscar Everlynn Pines.

Oscar: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness as Well as He Begins to Hug Glynda) You're always welcome. And thank you for putting up with us for this long. You're the greatest, mom.

Glynda: (Giggles Softly) You called me 'mom'~

Oscar: (Forms a Playful Smirk on Face) Careful, your inner Nora is about to show at any second now~

Glynda: (Playfully Scoffs) Please. As if I could possibly have the what it takes replace a screwball like her.

Oscar: ('Sigh') Yeah, one Nora is more enough. (Smiles Softly at Glynda) Just like how one Glynda is what all we need to make this world completely.

Glynda kisses Oscar on the side of his head as the two continue to embrace one another unt it was time for them to return back home.

Later that Night, Back to the JNPRO'S Residence's Living Room........

'Ding Dong' 'Ding Dong' 'DingDong DingDong' 'Diiiiing Doooong'

Oscae: Alright, alright, I'm coming! (Walks Over ti the Door) Just because the night is still young- (Slowly Opens the Door) doesn't mean you get to ring that door bell like crazy person all-NIGHT!?

Oscar immediately gets hug tackled into the ground thanks to the like of his huntress of a girlfriend, Ruby Rose.

Ruby: (Giggles Softly) Hiiii, Oscar~

Oscar: (Sighs While Putting on a Deadpinned Smile on his Face) Hiya, Ruby. I take it you've been missing me all day?

Ruby: Like absolutely crazy!~ You know I couldn't last a whole day without thinking about you- (Forms a Flirty Smirk on her Face) And the cute, freckled face of yours~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) Says you~ (Smirks Back at Ruby Above Him) You're still as cute and beautiful as the day I first laid eyes on you. It's one of the many reasons why I love you after all.

Ruby: Bet I can prove that I love you more~

Oscar: I like to see you try~

Ruby: (Pulls on a Little Bit of Lipstick on her Lips) Challenge accepted~ (Slowly Leans Down to Her Boyfriend) Come to Momma Ros-

'Ahem'

Ruby: (Immediately Shriek and Jump Off of Oscar at the Sight of-) MS. GOODWITCH! G-Good evening!~ (Giggles Very Awkwardly While Helping Oscar Back Up on his Face) How have you been these days?

Glynda; (Standing in Front of the Love Birds While Wearing her Night Gown For Tonight) Fairly well for the most part. (Crosses her Arms) Care to explain why you were pinning Oscar down to the ground like that?

Ruby: Well-I-Uh-You see, I-Uh-Uh-Uhh...

Glynda raises an eyebrow in silence.

Ruby: ('Sighs in Defeat') I missed Oscar so much that wanna kiss and cuddle with him all night.....

Oscar: (Simply Shrugs) Poor girl couldn't help herself sometimes.

Ruby: (Rapidly Nodding her Head With the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes) Mhm Mhm Mhmmm!~

Glynda: ('Sighs Heavily') Figured as much. I suppose i could turn the other cheek and let you two to ventures. IF you promise to behave and not cause any trouble- (Squints her Eyes at Ruby a Bit) Ms. Rose.

Ruby: (Pouts at her Old Professor) Honestly, teach, since when have I ever cause you any trouble~

Glynda: Do you want the short answer or the long one? Because I actually took the time out of my daily schedule to put together a PowerPoint of all the schemes and reckless stunts you pulled during your first year of the acade-

Ruby: Okay, okay, fine! I promise to day outta trouble! (Crosses her Arms While Puffing her Cheeks Out a Little, Grumbling) No need to showcase my past endeavors all night.....

Glynda: (Puts on a Satisfied Smirk on her Face) Glad we're on the same page. And go close the door. (Walks Back to her Guest Room Upstairs) You'll bring the night chill in the goodness sake.

Oscar/Ruby: Yes, ma'am.

Ruby: GEEEEEEEEEZ! (Walks Over to the Front Door to Close It) She's still as uptight and bossy as she always been. Shouldn't be surprised at this point.

Oscar: I dunno. She seems pretty cool to me.

Ruby: (Pouts at her Boyfriend) You're just saying that because she's your third mom.

Oscar: Probably. (Sniles Softly at the Upstairs) But I wouldn't have any other way.

Ruby: (Smiles Softly as She Walks Over to Oscar) That's great to hear. But we can save the family mushy for tomorrow morning. (Hugs Oscar) We still have a special cuddle session to get to remember?~ Chop-chip~

Oscar: (Smirks at Ruby Again) You never fail to be this impatient, huh Ruby?~

Ruby: (Smirks Back at Oscar) Only when i get to spend the rest of my time with you, honey-bun~ Now as what I was saying before I was rudely interrupt- (Slowly Puckers Her Up) Come to Momma Rose~

Ruby gives Oscar a nice, passionate kiss on the lips as their cuddle date night session could finally begin in peace.

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