You’re going to notice that these follow the same basics as the other ones. To make it easier for me they’ll all be connected somehow. It’s going to be canon/non-canon…does that make sense?
This is also as far as I’m going to get with smut, not very far. It’s not my thing. It’s totally insinuated in some posts, because whereas I’m abstinent by faith I’m not as disillusioned as to think that everyone I write about is. I’m still not going to write it, though.
I got lots of requests for #30 and instead of re-using it I decided to keep it to this one. I think it pairs very well with #28 anyway. It’s like a good wine and cheese pairing…and now I want wine. Sigh.
OH YEAH- I should have mentioned this when I started this whole “Spencer imagines” thing that I’m fairly new to the fandom. I started two weeks ago, and as of me typing this on my laptop, I’m halfway through season 5. I’m really glad a co-worker slipped some info to me on this season beforehand because if I had gone into these episodes blind…I would have given up hope on all things love and pure. That brings me to my next question: Who does Hotch imagine?
You’d had a hard day at work. Some days were hectic as all get out and some days were so boring that you couldn’t wait to get out of your shift and do something productive (or just really fun) before you conked for a few hours. That particular shift was longer than anticipated. One of your residents ended up having to go to the ER. It was your first time going. Ever.
When you got in the passenger seat of the ambulance, you texted Spencer, your boyfriend of 2 and a half months. He was at home in his own bed, probably not awake yet for the day (your co-worker had called 911 at the end of your 3rd shift). When he didn’t reply for the duration of the ride to the hospital, you decided to just leave it for the time being. You had to leave lines of communication open with your supervisors and home managers anyway. Hospital visits could get busy, you’ve heard from your fellow co-workers. You wouldn’t have time.
After your resident had been set up into the ER, you checked your phone for the time. There were messages from the appropriate people at work but still nothing from Spencer. The guy wasn’t always a morning person, so it didn’t bother you, not entirely. To be honest, though, you kind of missed him. You hadn’t seen him in 2 days. It could get difficult when he was always away on cases, and you worked the night shift.
After Gertrude was finally officially admitted into the hospital from the emergency room, you were made to go home as per company policy. It was hard, though, because she was your favorite resident and you weren’t sure when you would see her again. You were positive that her condition wasn’t life-threatening, but she was a DNR, do not resuscitate. You still had fear. But your boss was your ride home and she was waiting for you out in the parking lot.
After giving Gert a slight kiss on the temple (she was hella knocked out), you made your way to the elevators and then eventually to the car. After writing your incident report in the car, you finally arrived at your apartment. You thanked your boss and made your way through your front door. You heaved a sigh and took off your jacket, then hanged it up. When you kicked off your shoes, you cocked your head and listened. After receiving no reply from your text early, you had hoped Spencer was going to surprise you. You should have known better.
Again, you weren’t completely offended. It was nearing lunchtime, and there was always a chance that he had to fly to a different city in a different state. It was OK. It was totally OK.
“I need Haagen-Dazs,” you heavily sighed. Sometimes the ice cream helped with the little white lies you told yourself.
When the pint of raspberry white chocolate truffle was opened, you grabbed a spoon and proceeded to throw yourself onto the sofa in the living room. You turned on the t.v. and prayed that The Price Is Right was on. Apparently, you were just going to keep receiving disappointments as the day wore on. You should have gone to bed, but your mind couldn’t stop racing.
After you had checked your phone, totally not the hundredth time since you first texted your boyfriend, you stood up for something. Of course, you forgot what it was and sat right back down. You got up again and started pacing after groaning at the sky.
“What is wrong with meeee?”
Nobody answered, you were home alone after all, and you weren’t sure if you should cry, take a shower, or try to sleep. Knowing that sleep was nowhere near possible, you decided to shower. Maybe you’d cry in there? I am losing my ever-loving mind.
When the hot shower didn’t do anything, you decided to switch it to cold to shave your legs. Why am I shaving in cold water, you shrugged but continued to skim the razor over your soaped up legs. You turned off the not-so-helpful water and ran your hands over your legs and made sure you didn’t miss anything. That’s when you got inspired.
“Why the eff am I home, alone, when I have a key to my boyfriend’s apartment that has rockin WiFi,” you asked yourself while you were still bent over feeling your legs. “And why am I talking to myself and asking questions?”
You scrounged your bedroom looking for a cute shirt to put on over your best pair of jeans. The one you picked was a hyacinth blue. When you looked at the ever growing pile of dirty clothes, you decided to use Spencer’s built-in amenities. He drank your coffee, you used his laundry detergent. Give and take, give and take.
The weather wasn’t too obscene for mid-February, and you decided to just walk the few blocks to his building. You were really glad that your job sometimes included lifting your residents and maneuvering their bodies because that laundry bag was no joke. You needed to remember that you were an adult and that you had to do your own laundry more than once a week.
Pfft, yeah okay.+
After making it up to his floor and throwing your jacket and extra key onto his side table, you walked into his bedroom. You sat the bag on the ground and decided to go for a pair of his sweats and sat on the bed to try to roll up the pant legs. That had failed miserably, and you threw your body back on his dark blue comforter in more frustration.
You stared up at his white ceiling and smiled when you tried to imagine what Little Spencer’s walls looked like all those years ago. I bet he had those glow-in-the-dark star stickers and I bet he put them in constellations. Your thoughts of what kid Spencer was like led you to the nap you so desperately needed. Dreams of being a kid and being Spencer’s playmate took over any frustrations you had following your shift.
When you awoke, it was to your best friend with his arm around your waist and his chest to your back. Sometimes your legs intertwining made it onto you Favorite’s list.
Okay, it made the list all the time. It was the top 3.
His even breathing into your hair made you realize that he was taking his own nap. From the corner of your eye, you could tell that the sky outside was darkening, but there were still splashes of pink and orange. You began to crave Superman ice cream and held in one of your groans of frustration.
That explains it! “My period!”
You quickly latched your hand to your mouth when you realized that you yelled that last part but it didn’t matter. Spencer’s hold was tightening, and you could hear him yawning from behind you. You held your breath and tried to wait it out, but he started stretching. You rolled your eyes.
“Hmm?” Your boyfriend had hummed in confusion.
“Nothing, Spence. Go back to sleep.” The hand that was resting against his arm began to make soothing motions, but it got trapped by a bigger one.
Spencer must have mentally decided he was over looking at the back of your head because he pulled moved you onto your other side, to face him. He gave one of his beautiful lazy smiles and blinked softly. You just gazed into his eyes, waiting for him to get to the awareness level he wanted to be at. Given, not aware might be what he wanted.
When he didn’t snuggle up to you to go back to sleep, you realized that he was waiting on you for confirmation that it was okay to return to slumberland.
“Go back to sleep, Hun.” You fingers raked gently through his hair. “You gotta be exhausted. You had knocked the heck out when I woke up.”
He scrunched his nose in disagreement. “But you’re awake. When you’re awake, I’m awake.”
“Well, that’s not true. If that were the case, then neither of us would be getting any sleep ever,” you chuckled.
He chuckled and responded with “Oh the things we do for our careers. I’d go many moons without sleep if it meant I could get to spend more time with you.”
Blushing, you gave a soft snort. “Maybe if you could survive without resting that giant noodle of yours.”
“Okay Miss Smarty Pants, how long did it take you to give in to sleep after your shift, huh?” He was on his elbow now.
You followed suit. “Not that long. I’ll have you know, I got an adequate amount sleep.”
When his eyes narrowed at you, you held in your sigh of resignation. You weren’t going to give in that easily. Spencer couldn’t always win, could he?
“You got home, almost 5 hours after your shift was supposed to end, and went immediately for the ice cream. Haagen-Dazs to be more specific. You tried to do something to waste time, probably watch t.v. or read. I’m going to guess t.v. since your hands were busy. After you ate ALL the ice cream, you eventually decided to come over here and apparently do laundry. When that, for whatever reason, didn’t work out you decided to come in here and get comfy. Am I right?”
You didn’t answer him, so his fingers skimmed your sides, making you giggle.
“FINE. Yes. Yes, you’re right.”
“Mostly right, anyway. Not all of it was right. You missed the part about what happened after I came in here.”
“I laid on your bed and imagined what your childhood ceiling looked like, imagined being your friend all those years ago. If you could see the stars from where you lay and if they were in all the right constellations. I bet you would have spent hours laying with me telling me them all, name by name. You would have traced them out with my hand.”
Spencer watched carefully as you drew out the only constellation you knew on the back of his arm, making goosebumps raise. He didn’t say anything.
“You would have taken the time to explain everything to me and made sure I understood it. You would have been patient with me too, and that’s more than what I would have deserved. Even after I would have zoned out, not that I would have wanted to, you would have kept tracing the constellations. There would have been nothing that could make you give up on me. Just like there would have been nothing that could have made me give up on you.”
When he still didn’t respond, his eyes never leaving yours, you went on. “Just like how there’s still nothing that could make me ever want to give up on you. Because you’re mine, and I love you.”
“Y/n,” he hummed your name and if that wasn’t one of the best sounds you had ever heard… “You gotta stop doing that.”
“Saying things that make me wanna kiss you. The problem is,” Spencer said as he leaned in. “If I kiss you now, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”
You fluttered your eyes clothes as he ran a hand down your spine and left it there at the base. You had re-opened your eyes to discover his were now sparkling and full of mischief. There was a side of Spencer you didn’t always get to see, and it was beginning to come out. Blessedly, it was a part of Spencer that only you ever got to witness.
A few moments slipped by, and he didn’t do anything else. You softly ran your fingernails from behind his ears and along his lower hairline to the nape of his neck, causing him to shiver. He didn’t move from his position, though. He was still halfway leaned in.
You lowered your hand and gently rested it on his waist, your thumb briefly disappearing under his shirt. He took it was a sign to gently lower you on your back but his eyes still never left you.
How blessed can I be, you thought, that I have such a wonderful man by my side to guide me through the worst of times and rejoice with me through the best of times.
Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the same thing but mirrored.
When his lips touched the base of your throat, you arched your back and gave a soft moan. There wasn’t a sign of him letting up, and then you remembered and began to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” He had asked when you didn’t cease.
“Oh man,” you wiped the tears from your eyes. “I completely forgot, and that could have been an extra mess we wouldn’t need.”
He kept his penance of confusion but raised his eyebrow.
“I just started my period. We won’t be having any of ‘that’ for a while.”
“And that’s funny because…”
“Because if I’m not laughing, I’ll cry and that’s about 3 more pints of ice cream you don’t have.”
Spencer lowered himself back onto the bed and sighed.
“Alright, but there’s ways around that.”
You had slid off the bed and headed towards the en-suite. “Yeah, not a chance. Good try though,” you say as you walk into the bathroom and close the door, still laughing.
Filling the prompt “songfic off one of Catfish’s old songs, Poetry and Fuel? Maybe like the reader is with someone else, but Van loves her and doesn’t want her to be so lost, loving him.”
They looked at you with expressions ranging from shock, to happiness, to indifference. Van stood up, downed the rest of his warm stolen beer, and smashed the can on the table. He did it while looking at you, then he walked from the room and slammed the shed door behind him. The guys watched him go, their heads flicking back to yours like it was a tennis match. Going after him, you looked but couldn’t find him all night. He ducked your calls for the whole week. Finally, on the morning you were due to leave for the city, he tapped on your bedroom window. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you looked at him.
“You’re making a big fuckin’ mistake, Y/N,” he said.
“I’m escaping, Van, getting away. That’s been the plan all along,”
“What ever happened to that being us?”
“Is that what this is about? You’re still fuckin’ pissed that I picked him instead of you?” you asked. The sun was barely up and your parents’ bedroom door opened. You could hear the squeak. “Van. Either come inside and talk, or-”
“No. Fuck you. Have a good life, Y/N,” Van spat and walked away. It hurt to watch him go but you were just as stubborn as him. You both wanted out of that town. The type of town that gossiped and was full of melodrama. The type of place where people like Van were made. People that dreamed big, dreamed of leaving but were still comforted by what the village offered. He loved the fucking place, even if he couldn’t admit it. You, less so.
89 days ago, on February 13th, I went to Taylor Swift’s building in Tribeca, NYC. I’ve been her fan since 2011 and I can not imagine what my life would have turned out without her as my main inspiration. Going here made me feel extremely close to her because I was standing in front of where she lived, of where she had been and where she might be at the time. I was super emotional and surprised by the fact that Taylor Alison Swift might be there, having a cup of coffee and writing lyrics for her new album while I was taking these pictures.
I’m still not over this. I can’t explain how I felt precisely. It was a mixture between extreme happiness and a little bit of anxiety. I could only wish for her to see my Tumblr posts from that day and come downstairs to say “hi”. I also rang her bell from downstairs but nobody answered. I think she wasn’t home because she was busy in Nashville.
While writing this post, I am listening to “All Too Well”; it represents how I feel right now. I remember that cold day all too well. I remember I had all my hopes up in meeting Taylor during that trip all too well. I remember landing in NYC while listening “Welcome to New York” all too well. I remember it all too well.
I needed a miracle. That miracle was getting one moment with you.
A/N: This should’ve been posted a while ago, but I forgot about it, I’m sorry.
Summary: You are a powerful mutant that had to leave everything behind.
You were woken up by screams. As you opened your
eyes you were met with the bright light that was coming from your window. You
took a deep breath wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your
hand. Sitting up on your bed you leaned your head on the wall.
He must have gone mad. There was no other explanation for his utterly foolish behaviour. He gulped and knocked against the wooden door of the small cottage. Why on earth did he do that? Because he wanted to see her again and couldn’t help but think about that woman all the time since the evening before.
Nobody answered the door. She wasn’t at home. His heart sunk at the realisation and he didn’t like the feeling it caused. He had only just met her, for God’s sake! But well, nobody was here and it had been a foolish idea, anyway. He snorted and turned around. There was still a pile of tests on his desk which waited to be corrected. A teacher’s work was never finished after all.
“Oh, Mr. Carson! What ever brings you here?” Her soft, melodic voice with the Scottish brogue startled him. Suddenly she stood next to him.
“Oh, I thought you weren’t at home.” He felt how his cheeks blushed and he held up a small bag. “Socks,” he mumbled, ashamed of his own actions. It was ridiculous. Asking a complete stranger to mend his socks! A proper gentleman should be able to do such things himself, especially if he was a former footman. But she smiled at him.
“I just came from the hospital, visiting a friend. But now I am here and I think I’ll be finished with your socks in less than half an hour.” She seemed to be amused and opened the door. Surely she didn’t expect him to follow her into her house! How inappropriate would that be? So he stood still as she stood in the doorway and nodded her hand while she gestured inside the cottage.
“Mr. Carson, don’t make me beg you! Now, come in! I can assure you, we won’t be the talk of Downton.” Then she smiled at him again.
“Well then,” he said and took of his hat as he entered the cottage. The small hallway seemed cosy somehow, with framed photographs on the wall and an old wooden commode. It smelled of flowers and honey, the walls were painted in a light shape of red and it was such a contrast to his own rooms above the school.
“Follow me, Mr. Carson. I’ve got my sewing kit in the kitchen.” Ms. Hughes seemed to be complete at ease with the situation, while he still was a bit uncomfortable. A bachelor in the house of a single woman! In his days, this alone would have been a scandal. But as Ms. Hughes had put it before Times are changing, Mr. Carson.
Welp, that’s awkward. I meant to answer a lot more asks while I’m at this net cafe but I ended up focusing too much on answering this email from my uncle and now they’re closing up in 10 minutes and I am being shooed out—-
Not having your own computer is hard ya’ll. I don’t recommend.
I will try to be on at school tomorrow. I’m pretty sure the library only blocked facebook and not tumblr so I can probably manage that—-
Keep being lovely, you great people! Have a wonderful daaaaay~ ❤
G dragon Scenario #47 “His number one fan” REQUEST
Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.
“You know you
can call me whenever you want, right?” you said, as he was practically pushing
you to the taxi, that it was right at the front of your building, waiting for
you. “I know that Y/N” he smiles to you.
ok?” you were almost there. “Any time” he repeats your words in an annoying
When you were
right at the door he opens it for you.
worrying over nothing, she is my daughter not a demon” he laughed.
that your parents always says that she is just like you, right?” you said,
putting your bags on the backseat. “Yeah… so?”
I’m worried…” you turned to him and hugged him, wrapping your arms around his
neck as you reached for his ear “… you are not an angel”
You felt him
smiling and then he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna miss
Now you were
the one smiling “It’s just a few hours, I’ll be back past midnight”
“Call me when
you arrive, ok?” he says, letting you go. “I will” you got into the taxi.
Ji yong was
staring at the car until it totally disappeared from his view.
In a few
hours your daughter will come back from school, and he has to take care of her,
alone, for the first time. Honestly he didn’t feel like if it was a big deal,
is his daughter after all.
For a few
hours he was calm, just working on something, like always. But as the moment of
truth was getting closer he couldn’t help but to feel a little bit worried. He
couldn’t stop from looking at the hour in every single clock or thing that has
the hour on it. Your words “they would
call you when they get here, you just have to pick her up outside of the
building” went through his mind thousands of times.
thinking (What if I didn’t hear the bell, what if they are waiting outside, what
if they take her back to school?!)
getting ridiculous” he says to himself as he run a hand through his hair, and
looked at the hour on his phone for the third time in the last five minutes.
After a few
more seconds debating to himself if they might arrived while he went to the bathroom
and that’s why he didn’t hear them calling him, he finally had enough. He left
his work and went to the lobby to wait for her.
later he saw the school bus arriving.
extremely happy seeing his baby getting off that huge bus and taking little
cute steps in those huge stairs for her tiny legs.
screams at the top of his lungs as he bends on the floor and clap opening his
arms ready for a hug. “Daddy!” her cute smile melt his heart. It was the first time that he received her from
school, and she couldn’t be happier.
She ran as
fast as she could, collapsing against his dad chest. “Waaa…” he says as he hugs
her, lifting her up in his arms “… how’s my little princess?”. She didn’t
answer, she was too busy hugging him.
teacher says with her little bag in her hand. “Oh! Hello…” he grabbed the bag
“… thank you”
smiled “She seems really happy…” she says to him, but quickly her eyes went to
the little girl “… are you happy to see daddy, right Y/DN?”
just smiled shyly.
forget…” she says now looking at Ji yong “…she is ok now but in the morning she
had a little bit of fever”
he looks at her baby.
she’s ok now, right Y/D/N?…” she strokes her pink chubby cheek, and she
smiles “… yeah, you are perfect now” the teacher smiles along with her.
couldn’t stop looking at her. He always thought that she got your smile… your
then…” she says to Ji yong “… goodbye Y/D/N I’ll see you tomorrow” she waved at
her, and walks away.
“Good bye” Ji
yong said in a high tone, taking her hand and making his daughter wave her
little hand to the teacher.
hungry?” he asked her smiling. “Mmhm” she nods happily.
“Where is mommy?”
she asked as soon as they arrived to the apartment. “Mommy went to school…” he
puts her down, on the floor “… like you”
asked surprised. “Yeah… but don…” he was about to make a mistake.
told him that he shouldn’t say the words “don’t”.
Like “don’t worry” or “don’t do this” cause kids
only get the last word. So instead of getting “don’t worry she’ll be back at night” she would get “WORRY she’ll be back at night”
“… she’ll be
back at night” he said, correcting himself.
didn’t have a reaction to that. It seems like she didn’t really care where you
“Come on!… let’s
eat…” he says, walking towards the kitchen “… I’m starving!”
him, taking little steps behind his dad. “Look! Your favorite!” the meal was
already cooked for her. You woke up earlier that morning to prepare her some
Ji yong put
some of them on a plate and grabbed her a juice and a fruit from the fridge.
“No apple” she says, pointing at the juice. “No apple?…” he grabbed another
one “… what about… strawberry?”
She shook her
head. “No? mmm… and what about this one?” he showed her the orange one, and
she nods. He closed the fridge “Picky… just like your mother” he says way too
low for her to listen to him, as he walks towards the table with her following
puts the plate, the juice and the fruit over the table, and then he lifted her,
putting her on the chair.
she says, raising her hands. “You wanna sit with me?” he asked touched.
Normally she always ask to sit on your lap not his. “Mmhm” she answered.
cute moment, Ji yong feeds her, making sure she takes small bites every time.
“Is it good?”
answer. “Yummy, right?” he asked again, this time shaking his leg a little bit
to make her smile and she did. Just then, the phone started to ring. He stood
up, putting her on the chair, and she kept eating on her own.
says as soon as he picked up. “Hey! How are you?” you asked. “We are fine, she’s
eating… do you wanna talk to her?”
“No… its ok,
let her eat”
“Ok… how are
you?” he asked and you sighed. “The person who was supposed to give me my paper
today didn’t come”
went over there for nothing?!” he says angry, he knows how important this is
for you, cause that paper accredits that you did finish college. “Yeah… it
seems like it. I’m gonna call him and see what I can do…”. Ji yong was so mad
to answer. “I’ll see you in a few hours” you said and then you hung up.
He let the
phone, still angry, and he walks towards Y/D/N. “Mommy had a tough day, princess”
he said, sitting in front of her and burying his face in his hand. She didn’t say
anything, she just kept eating.
“Can you give
me some?” he smiles, pointing at the leftovers.
down to her plate and then she shook her head smiling. “But I also want some”
he says, making a sad face.
She smiles and then she grabbed a piece of egg and
she puts it in his mouth.
you baby” he says, chewing it. And then she takes another one but this time for
finished he picked up the plate and the garbage and take it to the kitchen.
While she was playing in the living room he meant to clean the mess there. But
before he could even start, she was already calling him “Daddy…” she said calmly.
she repeats again in a calm cute voice. Ji yong was ignoring her on purpose.
“… daddy!” she
starts to get annoyed, he can tell from the change of her tone, so he finally
stopped ignoring her, although he really enjoys teasing her. “Yes?”
He just shook
his head smiling. And left the dishes for later.
The first thing
he saw as he walked to the living room, was her little hands as pistols “Bang
bang” she says. Ji yong immediately got it. She didn’t want to play, she just
want him to put Big Bang’s MVs.
“I see…” he
took the control and put the list.
really excited, after all, she is his number one fan. She even beat her mother
after she borned.
words to describe how happy he is when she sings and dance his songs.
all day just doing that.
songs over and over again was getting into his nerves, but as soon as she
smiles he gives up. “This time is the last one, ok?” he already said that like
And her answer is always the same “Mmhm”
already past midnight when you walked through the door, and the first thing you
see was her little bag right in the entrance, which means that, he didn’t check
if she has homework to do. You just ignore that.
you said at loud. But nobody answered. You walked towards the living room and
they there are.
Ji yong has
your daughter over his chest, and both of them are sleeping.
It was like a
scene from a movie, so perfect and cute. You wanted to capture the moment so
quietly you took a picture of them with your cellphone.
You smile as
you choose the winner out of all the pictures from the different angles you
walked to the kitchen, and all the beautiful dream was over. Back to the
reality. The kitchen was exactly, no, even more dirty compared to that morning
when you left.
You looked up
to the ceiling and sighed. You are so tired, but now you have to clean that
You put your
hair up into a bun and then you started to wash the dishes.
“I’ll do it…”
Ji yong wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing himself against your back.
“OMG!” you almost died. “… sorry” he laughed. “You scared me” you laughed
“Leave it…” his
hug got tighter “… I’ll do it”
And so you
did, but he didn’t let you go, he kept hugging you. “So… how was it?”
from the fact that I don’t want to hear any of our songs ever again for the
rest of my life, it was awesome”
laughed “… so she gave you her little concert”
“I wouldn’t say it was little babe” he says, feeling really tired. “You know
she does that every day?”
“No way!” he stopped hugging you. “Yeap… everyday”
You smiled seeing his reaction “That little girl it’s so proud of her
dad” you stroke his face. “You think so?” he says approaching to you. “I know
so…” you said before he kisses you.
On his fourth day living in Beacon Hills,
Stiles wakes up when his dad raps on his bedroom door. “Stiles! Get out of bed.
You’re going to school!”
So that’s where they are in the
push-and-pull of their father-son relationship today. His dad has reached the I
Am Not Fucking Around stage again. A few more days and he’ll be right back at
the I Am Not Going To Push You stage. Which Stiles likes a lot more than the I
Can’t Bear To Even Look At You one that’s defined most of the last eight
Everything hurts when he levers himself out
of bed, but Stiles is used to that. It always takes a while to get moving again
after everything’s seized up overnight. He doesn’t bother shower. Just drags
some fresh clothes out of one of his unpacked boxes and pulls them on. His red
hoodie is last. He pulls the hood up even though he’s still in the house, and
thinks that no, no he can’t go to school today.
He heads downstairs.
When was the last time he was in the kitchen?
Yesterday? The day before? His dad has made good progress unpacking. It takes
Stiles three attempts to figure out where the glasses live now.
He pours himself an orange juice while his
dad digs out the cereal.
“I thought I’d drive you to school,” his
dad says. “Come to administration with you and get things explained.”
He waves vaguely.
“I can drive myself.” He has a Jeep now. He
hasn’t really checked it out, but it was part of his dad’s bribery attempt to
move them here to Beacon Hills.
“You’re not driving that thing until I get
it checked out properly,” his dad tells him.
It’s just an excuse, and they both know it.
If his dad doesn’t literally escort him into the school, there’s no way he’s
“Dad,” Stiles says, his voice wavering.
“No.” John Stilinski’s face is set. “You
need to do this, Stiles. And the longer you wait, the harder it will get.”
Stiles stares down at his cereal so his dad
doesn’t see his tears. “It’s gonna suck, though.”
His dad reaches out and clasps a hand
around Stiles’s, making his spoon clatter against the table. “Come on, kid.
Have you forgotten how tough you are?”
No, Stiles thinks, but have you
forgotten how much of a freak I am?
Stiles chewed down on his lip in a nervous manner, as he stared up at the house that may become his home for the next few months. ‘Not quite what I pictured from the add I read.” He spoke under his breath before walking up the front door to ring the bell. “I am going to be pissed if this guy isn’t home. I called a few days in advance. Would be my luck that the person would forget.” The words are muttered after a few minutes of nobody answering the ring. “Anyone home?” The young man called out as he jiggled the door knob, stepping in the moment it slowly creaked op[en. “I hope it’s okay I left myself in, I am here for a tour. I called about the ad you had on the internet.” A small frown settling over his lips, as he took a small look about the living room. “Kind of creepy vibe to it.”
Summary : "Dear Santa, for Christmas this year, I wish I could meet the person I need in my life, and who would need me as well.“ What if Santa heard Natsu’s desperate prayer? What if happiness was closer than he thought?
Make a wish
Zeref cursed when he opened the oven. A strong burnt smell came out of it and itched his nose. Mavis had forgotten to watch the Christmas cookies…again. The young man sighed as he put them on a plate, wondering if they could have some decent food for the holidays. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise coming from the entrance of the house.
"Natsu?” Zeref asked and headed towards the kitchen door.
He opened it just in time to see a flash of pink disappearing in the hallway leading to the bedrooms of the house, then heard another loud noise indicating Natsu had slammed his door. Zeref knew the risk he was taking, but he still followed him and knocked on his little brother’s door.
“What?!” A muffled irritated voice exclaimed.
Zeref took that as an invitation to come in. Natsu was lying on his desk chair, staring blankly at the wall, a frown on his face.
“Is something wrong?” Zeref asked carefully.
Natsu didn’t answer, but the older man recognized his face… It was the face he made whenever he was deeply upset, and wanted to talk about it. But he would never spit it out if Zeref didn’t insist. Having a seventeen year old brother was too complicated for his taste sometimes.
“So…” Zeref began as he sat on Natsu’s bed. “How’s Jenny?”
“I broke up with her.” Natsu answered abruptly.
‘Bingo…’ His brother thought as he sighed. “What happened?”
“I didn’t feel anything for her. So I ended it. End of story.”
“Okay… How did she take it?” Zeref asked, feeling it wasn’t over.
“She insulted me and told me she never loved me anyway, blah blah blah, just about my popularity, blah blah blah, she doesn’t need me, blah blah blah, you’re not breaking up with me, I am… Typical.”
Natsu rolled his eyes as he spoke, clearly showing his exasperation towards his ex’s behavior.
“Oh… I’m sorry… Are you okay?”
“Don’t worry, I don’t care about her. And it’s not like I didn’t know why she dated me.”
“Then… Why did you date her ?” Zeref didn’t understand his logic.
“It’s better than nothing. And I thought…why not give her a chance ?” Natsu looked at him with his big tender eyes.
Zeref smiled at such kindness. Natsu was too nice for his own good sometimes.
“But I admit that…” Natsu looked down at his feet. “…her words hurt me. We spent one month together, and yet nothing else but my popularity thanks to football interested her… ”
“She wasn’t worth it.” Zeref stood up and hugged him. “But you’ll find someone who wants you for who you are… High school is not an easy part of life, even for popular and nice boys like you. But trust time… There’s someone out there who’ll see who you are inside.”
Natsu hugged him closer, then gently pushed him away to make him understand he had had enough physical interaction with his brother.
“Thanks. But it’s not like I didn’t try, you know… I dated a lot of girls, but none of them tried to know me, or saw me the way…she did.”
Zeref frowned as he saw him play with the key-shaped pendant of the chain he always wore around his neck.
“How long has it been?”
“Three years tomorrow.” Natsu answered and looked away.
“Okay…” Zeref nodded and patted his head. “I guess you won’t be home early?”
“Yeah. I’ll leave after school to visit her. And then I have a party, so don’t expect me for dinner.”
“As you wish…”
The young adult would usually protest at this, since he was technically replacing their parents who retired in the countryside, but this time he decided to let go without a fight.
“By the way,” Zeref smiled and tried to ease the atmosphere. “You didn’t write your letter to Santa yet, Mavis is not gonna be happy.”
“Seriously…” Natsu rolled his eyes and cackled. “How old does she think I am ? Even Wendy doesn’t want to do it anymore…”
“Maybe, but she still did it.” Zeref smirked. “And if you don’t, I can’t guarantee you’ll spend Christmas in one piece. You know Mavis.”
“Yeaaah, okay… I’ll do it.” The teenager grumbled as he crossed his arms on his chest.
His older brother laughed lightly then walked away, leaving Natsu alone, contemplating his empty desk. He sighed as he opened a drawer and took a paper sheet.
“Stupid Mavis… I’m not five anymore!”
He took a pen and started to write.
For Christmas this year,
Natsu paused and fixed the wall in front of him. What did he want for Christmas?
For Christmas this year, I wish I could meet the person I need in my life, and who would need me as well.
“Man, what did I write…” Natsu snorted and crumbled the paper. “I guess that’s not something you can do, right Santa?”
He tossed the sheet in the bin and took another one to start over.
“Okay… Focus now.” He told himself.
“Natsu! Dinner!” A feminine voice yelled through the house.
“Comiiiing!” The teenager answered and stood up slowly.
He left the room, forgetting about his secret wish inscribed on the abandoned letter.
Request; Reader just moved into her new apartment around Thanksgiving, she is alone and makes some Pumpkin sweets to share with her neighbors, but Reid is the only other person on her floor that is alone on the holiday. requested by @htarresnom
Thanksgiving day had dawned with eerie quiet and the smell of dozens of various dishes and desserts cooking filled the air with their tantalizing aroma. Turkeys roasting and yams broiling, pumpkin and pecan pies melded their scents into one hunger inducing bouquet. In one small apartment, there was little more than homemade pumpkin muffins baking in the oven. Careful to check often, making sure they hadn’t burned, a girl by the name of (Y/N) peeked at the rising orange treats. Aside from these, she had made herself a small dinner to celebrate thanksgiving. Chicken instead of turkey, mac and cheese, stuffing, green beans, and so on- but in portions small enough for just two or three people. Or, one person with leftovers. Though she was spending her holiday alone, she was doing all that she could to keep the holiday spirit alive. She had recently moved away from her family for a new job offer that held a lot of promise- though starting life anew so close to the holidays was proving to be more than a little lonely. Slipping an oven mitt onto her hand, she pulled the oven door open and a wave of heat washed through the kitchen, bringing with it the scent of nutmeg and cinnamon. She lay the muffins on the counter and helped herself to one as her mouth began to water. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned softly from the delicate sweetness and buttery texture of the muffin. Placing the remainder into a large basket she smiled softly to herself as she prepared to meet her neighbours for the first time. Maybe she’d come across a lovely elderly couple that would invite her inside and tell her stories of their childhood. If anything, she merely wanted to offer the baked goods as a gesture of good will, and maybe just to see someone smile outside of a TV screen. Making sure to shut off the stove top as she left, she rapped her knuckles lightly on the door of the apartment nearest her own. No response. Sighing slightly, though not entirely disheartened quite yet, she made her way to the next door, knocking softly. Again, no response. Pursing her lips she meandered her way down the hall, knocking on each door in turn. Each one with no response- until she arrived at the last apartment along the narrow hallway. Almost entirely dejected and lonely, she gave one final attempt, knocking against the peeling wood of the apartment door. No one answered for a moment, and she started to make her way back down the hallway when the door opened slowly, stopping her in her tracks. She beamed brightly, hugging the basket of muffins tightly to her chest when she locked gazes with a rather adorable, though perhaps slightly disheveled man that stood before her dressed in his pajamas. Her smile faltered slightly as her heart raced, the young man looking her over quizzically, one brow raised as his gaze settled on the basket of muffins. “Hello?” “Oh! Hi, sorry I wasn’t expecting anyone to answer- nobody else seems to be home- I uh, I’m sorry if I disturbed you-” He shook his head smiling softly, “Not at all actually, I was just doing a bit of reading. Tom Sawyer, I read it every year around this time… My name is Spencer by the way. Can I help you with anything? Did you need to borrow some eggs or sugar or something?” His brow furrowed in confusion as his head tilted slightly to the side, reminding her of a brown eyed puppy. “Oh no! I actually wanted to bring you these.” She stammered as she held out the basket of muffins, blushing slightly as he observed the pile of sweets. “That’s a lot of muffins. Did you have guests cancel or something?” “No, actually I’m alone today and I’m new to the area so I just wanted to introduce myself and I thought this might be a good way to do it.” She lowered the basket, eyes cast downward as she blushed lightly. “No not at all. Giving food is one of the most common gestures of good will, especially sweets. I’m actually spending the day alone as well, so if it makes you feel any better- I appreciate it.” He smiled brightly, his eyes seemed to twinkle as they scrunched up and he held out his hand to take a muffin. Offering him a half smile, she again held out the basket, allowing him to take one, watching as he peeled the paper away. “You know… I made some dinner at my apartment and it’s a little too much for one person. I mean if you didn’t want to spend Thanksgiving day alone- of course you don’t have to, I mean I’m a total stranger after all-” She rambled, growing sense of embarrassment overwhelming her as she hid her face behind her hand. “I wouldn’t mind, I don’t have much else to do after all- er, what was your name…?” Spencer questioned, narrowing his eyes in thought as he wondered if he had perhaps forgotten. “Oh, God, sorry- It’s (Y/N).” She smiled shyly and Spencer stepped out of his apartment, chewing his first bite of muffin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you- these are really delicious, by the way, and still just a little warm.” “Thanks! It was my grandma’s old recipe actually.” She explained as she led him back to her own apartment where the scent of food cooking came wafting through the cracks. Opening the door, she led him inside, apologizing profusely for all the boxes that still lay scattered all across the apartment. “I haven’t had much time to unpack.” She bit her nail, placing the basket of muffins on her table and making her way to the kitchen to prepare their food plates. “If you like, I could help you get unpacked later.” Spencer offered, standing beside her and helping himself to the macaroni. “You don’t have to do that.” (Y/N) murmured, though couldn’t hide the smile forming on her lips as she carved into the small chicken. “It’s no trouble, really. I know it took me a long time to make friends in the area, and it can become more than a little depressing.” She nodded though said nothing as she seated herself at the table, waiting to begin her meal until Spencer had sat down as well. During their small, shared thanksgiving meal (Y/N) had observed quite a bit about Spencer as he carried on through the night with a slew of facts and information that she found both humorous and intriguing. He asked her about her family and why she had moved to the area and listened with interest as she told him. He helped her to do the dishes and put the food away, and once everything had been neatly stacked in the fridge, they seated themselves aside one another on her corduroy couch with full and content bellies. (Y/N) yawned as she stretched her arms over her head. “Man, that chicken has me so sleepy.” She giggled, rubbing her eyes as a Christmas movie began to play on the TV, the jingling of bells ringing through the apartment. “Actually chicken does have more l-tryptophan than turkey does- but that’s not the reason you get sleepy and lethargic after a thanksgiving meal. It’s mostly just due to ingesting large quantities of food in one sitting, primarily carbohydrates like pasta, bread, and fruit.” He nodded knowledgeably as he took another bite of a muffin with a yawn and a sly wink. (Y/N) giggled softly as she cozied herself into the couch, tuning into the movie that played softly on the flickering screen until a gentle sleep took her. In her slumber she leaned over against Spencer’s shoulder, arms wrapping around him as she snuggled into him with a contented smile. Spencer stiffened slightly at first- unsure what to do or how to react, but gradually his shoulders relaxed, a gentle smile on his face as he rested his hand tenderly atop her head, and before long, he himself drifted off into sleep.
Luke (12): Sometimes you just felt like nobody cared. You weren’t the special one in the family and never would be. Every time your mom said something that offended you, she didn’t even realize. Sometimes it was just, a tomboy, and that didn’t bother you. But soon enough, she didn’t realize, that she was hinting you weren’t good enough, or that you were on the heavy side. Some of it lies you just didn’t want to face up too. But one night, after you got home from school, (more like the afternoon, but that didn’t sound as cool) you had thrown your bag on the floor, and ran to your room. Tears threatening to poor. You ran in your room, and slammed your door. Collapsing on your bed, just letting the tears pour. You heard a soft knock on the door, and screamed “Go away!” “Come on Y/N, don’t come home and be so grumpy.” This made your tears fall even faster. The noise from the other side of the door quickly became quite murmurs, of more than just Luke. “Come on, let us in Y/N.” Calum’s voice almost echoed from the other side of the door. “Just go away!” The pounding stopped, and the whispering stopped. Finally everything was quite, there was no sound, except for you sniffling, from crying. Then you heard the door open, you saw Luke with a pair of keys in his hand. The spare key…. The other boys also stood there, Luke saw you there, crying. He wanted to pick you up and ask you what was wrong. But something told him, he wasn’t going to be able to get it out of you. So he just left, not left the room, but left this to the other boys. Who had immediately tried to comfort you. Calum hugged you and said “What’s wrong Y/N?” “Nobody likes me.” You sniffled after every word. The boys all looked at you, they had no idea what you meant. You were always a well liked kid, and had plenty of friends. “I’m not as good as Luke. So nobody likes me. I’m not good enough to be Luke’s sister….” Calum caught the words you had whispered, and said “Luke, maybe you should try and fix this.” And just like that the other boys left. And Luke sat down with you. He didn’t say anything, just let you cry into his shirt, and murmur how wonderful you were, before you fell asleep on his chest.
Calum (12): Your were just sitting on the tour bus, talking to Mali, she was a good big sister you couldn’t lie. And she was much easier to talk to, rather than Calum of the boys. Today you and Mali were watching someone on the internet, laughing, and messing around. It was just kinda a sisters day. But to ruin all the fun, Mali got sick, and had to go. So you were left on the tour bus alone. The boys had gone out to see a movie and get food. You were completely alone and you didn’t like it. As stupid as it sounds, you still hated being alone, you couldn’t stand it. Everything would make you jump. And I mean anything. And the screaming girls outside the tour bus didn’t help much. Calum had left his phone, and nobody else would answer. They weren’t supposed to be home until midnight, or that’s what you heard Mali say. So here you were, alone on the tour bus. You tried to sneak out, but as soon as you saw the screaming girls, you sunk right back in the bus. You tried calling someone again and neither of them answered. Finally you called Luke once last time, making a final attempt. “Hello?” “Hey Luke.” “Hey what’s up Y/N?” “Mali got sick, so now I’m here alone can you guys come back?” It sounded childish, so you didn’t say it loud, even though there was no body around to hear you. “Ya sure.” He hung up, and ten minutes later all the boys were back with food. They all sat down and watched a movie with you.
Ashton (18): You didn’t want anyone to met your boyfriend. Pro’s; He was BEAUtiful, funny, loving. Cons; He was loud, 20, older than you, and cussed more than a hyped dictionary. So you had enough going on in your BEAUtiful You came up with a genius plan to, how do I put this, soften the blow. By something even worse right after you slipped out you had a boyfriend, and who he was. But you would end up in even more trouble, so you kept brainstorming. After a while, you just went downstairs, and sat down next to Micheal. You buried your head in his arm. Micheal looked at you and said “What’s up?” “Nothing.” You murmured, you didn’t want to have to explain Beau to anyone. It’s not like you could really just let Beau come over and introduce himself. “Come on what’s wrong?” You just sat there, and then said “Is Ashton home?” “Where else would he be?” You laughed and got up, walking to Ashton’s room. You smiled at Ashton. He was watching something on YouTube and you thought the worst, but once you leaned forward, and saw what he was watching. It. Was. Perfect. He was watching the Janoskians, he was watching when they threw James phone in the microwave. He was laughing and smiling. This was perfect. You did a mental happy dance, and walked over to Ashton. You saw on his lap, and hit the headphones off his head. Then said “What are you watching Ash?” “I’m not sure-” “You have to know your watching it.” Ashton smirked and said “Well, I found it on your computer.” That wouldn’t give away anything “Ya, there funny.” “I also saw a picture of one of them with there shirts off. The saw you texting him.” “Shit.” Your cursed and looked back at Ashton. He had caught you red handed. Ashton smiled and said “Busted.”
Micheal (17): You were sitting on the couch, your head on Ashton’s chest, and you feet tangled in his. You and the boys were watching a scary movie they picked out. You and Ashton had called the couch before this all started so you didn’t have to cuddle on the floor. Because that’d be weird. Ashton had one hand in your own hand, and his other hand, trailing up your thigh. Every time he got close to you like that, you shoved him off. Knowing that there we’re other people in the room. After the movie, everyone got settled, and Micheal was watching you two. Like something might go wrong, he had never gotten used to seeing you two like that. Intertwined and in love. It made him sick, to think like that about his sister. Maybe it was because he was two years older than you, but it wasn’t a huge thing too you guys. Micheal just watched you two, smirking or fake gagging every time he saw his hand move beside you, or on you, or your shift between the two legs he had stretched out. All the other boys would laugh at Micheal, and tell them he was over reacting. But it didn’t matter, he always did it. And you tried so hard to make it stop. But it just didn’t.