Breakfast - Blog Posts
okay so fic request
Emily and our future child decided that they want to make y/n breakfast in bed for their birthday
they tried making pancakes bacon toast eggs orange juice
somehow everything burnt y/n wakes up to the fire alarm blaring
y/n Goes downstairs to see Emily trying to fan smoke away from the smoke detector child is crying at burnt pancakes and bacon and eggs and ruined surprise
ihop was ordered after everything got cleaned up and everyone was calm
They made y/n pretend to be asleep to serve them the ihop in bed
had a great birthday at home with ur fav ppl
(tease Emily about this in the future)
Syrup Kisses 😘
As soon as I got your request, I got to working! Never in my life have I been so excited to write a quick fic! Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Y/N celebrates her birthday with breakfast, kisses, a fire alarm, and iHop!
You wake to the smell first. Unmistakable. Sharp. A scent that slams into your senses like a brick wall, burnt something.
Not just toast. Not just bacon. This is everything-is-on-fire kind of burnt. You blink hard, already halfway sitting up when the shrill screen of the fire alarm blares.
You don’t even bother with slippers. You bolt down the hallway, heart pounding, and when you round the corner into the kitchen, the sight makes you stop short.
Emily, your brilliant, expertly calm, terrifyingly sexy wife, is standing on a chair, frantically waving a flattened Princess doll cardboard box under the fire alarm.
Smoke curls from the stovetop behind her. A scorched pan rests in the sink, billowing what’s left of its dreams. But it’s your daughter, your sweet, earnest Lily, who breaks your heart wide open.
She’s crouched beside the kitchen island, her apron stained, her little face flushed with tears. Her lower lip quivering as she cries, fists clenched tightly at her sides.
“I ruined it!” She screams, voice breaking, “I ruined Mama’s birthday!” You rush to her instantly, dropping to your knees and pulling her into your arms.
She practically collapses against you, small and trembling and sticky with syrup.
“No… baby,” you whisper into her hair, “Hey, hey… look at me. You didn’t ruin anything.” Lily shakes her head, furiously, “I wanted to make you breakfast!”
Lily’s voice bordering on wail, “Eggs, a-and pancakes… and bacon and ju-juice and… coffee, and I-I dropped an egg on the cat… and the bacon caught on fire… and Mommy lied and said it w-was fine… but it wasn’t fine!”
You glance up. Emily looks like she’s aged and greyed ten years in the last ten chaotic minutes, still fanning the air like the fire department might show up.
“I didn’t lie,” Emily whines, climbing off the chair, “I said we could order pancakes if we needed to!” You give her a look, then kiss Lily’s curls.
“Sweetheart. You tried to make me breakfast. That’s the best birthday present in the world!” You confess, your hands gently holding her, “But it’s burnt!” She argues.
You pull her tighter, “So… we pivot. You know what Mama wants more than anything?”
Lily lifts her blotchy face, “What, Mama?”
“Pancakes. That don’t taste like smoke. Which is why… we’re ordering iHop. Right now…” Emily exhales dramatically, as if those two syllables, iHop, were her salvation. “Thank… god!”
You hand her your phone, “You order, I’ll calm our Michelin star chef down.” While Emily taps away on the screen, you rock Lily gently in your lap, her tears slowing, sniffling turning to quiet sighs.
You hum softly, rubbing her back, and she burrows into your neck with a whisper, “I just wanted to make you happy.”
“You don’t think this adorable face makes me happy everyday?” Your hand moves to gently pinch her red cheeks.
- - -
Fifteen minutes later, you’ve wiped down the counters, aired out the kitchen, lit a candle, and even managed to get Emily to laugh at her own morning misfortunes.
Lily sits at the table now, sipping on a plastic cup of apple juice with her head resting on her folded arms, still tired from the emotional whiplash of the morning.
You stretch and kiss Emily’s cheek. “Alright… I’m going back to bed.” Emily raises an eyebrow, “What?”
“I’m going to pretend none of this happened, so you two can try again. Bring me iHop. Act surprised. Got it?” You ask her with a smile.
Emily grins, “You’re such a little drama queen.” You nod, like it was common knowledge, “And you love me for it.”
“Every burnt piece of you.” You add.
- - -
You hear their footsteps before the door creaks slowly open. “Mama?” Lily whispers, careful, tiptoeing. You crack an eye, just enough to see her trying to balance a tray while Emily steadies it behind her.
You sit up, playing along, “Oh wow! Breakfast in bed? For me?!” Lily giggles, proudly setting the tray in your lap. “Happy birthday, Mama! We made this one better!”
You glance down, three golden pancakes, crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, and a little container of syrup. Everything you love, warm and perfect and not burnt.
Emily perches on the bed beside you, grinning, “You deserve it, hun.” You take a bite of pancake and groan happily, “This might be the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”
Lily beams. “It’s from iHop!” You laugh, mouth full, reaching to cup her cheek. “Still counts.”
She leans in and kisses your cheek, sticky, syrupy, and full of unconditional love. “Best Mama ever!” You sigh contentedly and wrap an arm around her, pulling Emily closer with your other hand.
“Best family ever!”
- - -
Months later…
You’re at the roundtable in the BAU bullpen. The case was hell. Everyone’s tired, weary and needing major sleep catchup.
Someone, probably Morgan, starts a round of “worst parenting fails,” and Hotch is halfway through telling a story about Jack and super glue when JJ turns to Emily.
“Didn’t you almost set your kitchen on fire trying to cook once?” The blonde questioned, Emily groaning as she sank into her chair, “It was a minor amount of smoke.”
You raise a brow. “Minor? The fire alarm woke the cat, and me. Lily cried. We had to order iHop to save my birthday.” Spencer’s eyes widen. “You ordered food and then pretended to be asleep so they could surprise you again?”
“Of course I did,” you say proudly, “I’m not going to miss a syrupy kiss from my daughter or my wife waving bacon in my face.”
Garcia practically squeals, “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard!” Emily squeezes your knee beneath the table, “She’s high maintenance, but she’s worth it.”
You grin. “You set off a fire alarm for me. That’s real love.”
Rossi chuckles, “You know it’s love when iHop saves the day!
Sugar injection.
French Toast Morning.
Head Size Bacon Morning.
Culo a Strisce Morning.
Утро добрым не бывает. Хороший завтрак помогает!☀️
<《 I usually just go with waffles or a pop tart. Either with chocolate milk or water, depending on my mood and what's available 》>
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽
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Fin de semana indescriptible 🌧️
1. Cristina vino a mi casa a qué festejaramos mi fin de semestre, tomamos viña real, descubrimos la verdad e hicimos un par de llamadas.
2. Por la mañana llegué a su casa a desayunar.
3. Mirror selfie en su cuarto.
4. Antes de irnos a consti pasamos por unos tacos de barbacoa, desayuno de señoras jajaja
5. Foto cuando llegamos al parque de carretas mientras platicábamos que es lo que estábamos haciendo ahí.
6. Foto con R cuando nos sentamos los 3 en una banquita después de que se nos había caído el cielo encima, entre dramas, gritos y lágrimas, el adiós definitivo.
7. ay no :(<3
8. Más tarde ví a Cristian en Chapultepec de los Arcos, poco más de 10 años sin vernos pero nunca perdimos el contacto, wow.
9. Selfie con él, me cayó super biennn.✨
10. Después de Chapu fuimos a su casa, compramos jugo y unas papas, puso música, seguimos platicando mucho, todo super cool y me quedé en su casa, esa es la vista desde su casa por la mañana.
Definitivamente no sabría cómo describir este fin de semana, demasiados sucesos en poco tiempo, pero me sorprende que de verdad mi 9:11 siempre fue una señal. Gracias.
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I wish you all a relaxed yet productive day ✌🏿
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4/6/24
I wrote this about getting breakfast with my mom and my brother after a night of camping for his birthday.
Just woke up, having air fried chicken tttteeeeennnndddddies!
Honey battered style boneless
A cool 6 or so hours, time to force my rest & digest response & crash to sleep with no meds tonight & I might really need to get some terrible for me snacks from the grocery store to help do that....
Peanut m&ms at 33 aren't horrendous but... Type 2 runs in the family (although Mom changed diet)
She also smokes & has for like 30 years or something like her mother who got lung cancer then was told she was schizo, although there was abuse before this although the timeline is never clear on events that took place, then died not long after I saw her.
Felt guilty b/c she gave me $ at the end
Mustard covered honey battered chicken tttteeeeennnndddddiiieeessss!
Mordecai & Rigby, regular show.
Also 4chan meme.
Calf placement for the thirst trapping 😉
What's up *bwwaannm bwwwaaaannnn bwwwooowwww noise maker* 0/