girl standing on a hill with heart

Cancer and Pisces Playlist ♋️❤️♓️

Edward Sharp& The Magnetic Zeros- Home

Lana Del Rey- Lucky ones, Without you, Video games, Honeymoon

Halsey- I walk the line

Band of horses- No ones gonna love you

David Bowie- Lady grinning soul

Selena- Dreaming of you

Regina Spektor- Samson

Moldy Peaches- Anyone else but you

Ingrid Michaelson- The way I am

Beyoncé- Halo

The Beatles- Something in the way

Best Coast- When I’m with you

Blink 182- I miss you

Miley Cyrus- When I look at you

Bruno Mars- Just the way you are

Adele- Make you feel my love

Amy Vachal- Dream a little dream of me

The Weeknd- Can’t feel my face

Plain White T’s- 1234

Faith Hill- This Kiss

Jewel- You were meant for me

Never Shout Never- Can’t stand it

No Doubt- Don’t speak

Nirvana- Heart shaped box

The White Stripes- We are going to be friends

The Temptations- My girl

Katy Perry- Unconditionally

Semisonic- Secret smile

Goo Goo Dolls - Come to me

~pisces forever

anonymous asked:

Could I get Gruvia, #15 please?

I Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss

Vampire AU

There was one simple rule at Magnolia Special Academy. The daytime students of Fairy Hills were NEVER to associate with the night students of Fairy Tail.

Of course, not many followed that rule…

Juvia’s eyes slanted as she scanned the dimming courtyard. It was just now twilight, and Fairy Tail’s night students would be coming out of their dorms soon for class. Her job was simple- make sure everyone from Fairy Hills were in their dorms by six.

She flipped some of her waving blue hair over her shoulder as she walked down the street from the school and to the courtyard that Fairy Tail’s dorms connected to. Slowly, Fairy Tail’s door opened and their front gates did as well with a loud creak.

Juvia was hardly scared of the night students, since she had been dealing with them for a two years now. The first batch of students walked past her, hardly glancing her way. She could help but let her eyes drift towards them, all of the night students were remarkably pretty.

The second batch was coming, and Juvia could see the Night Students representative before anyone else. Gray Fullbuster, the prime definition of tall, dangerous and handsome.

“Juvia-chan,” a seductive voice purred in her ear.

“Lyon-san, what have I told you about doing that?” Juvia frowned, not even bothering to turn to see who was talking.

A figure stepped out in front of her, and she glanced at the tall, white-haired figure. “Always so cruel…” he gave her a small smirk, his sharp teeth peaking out between his teeth.

“Gray-kun! Gray-kun!” Juvia’s head snapped to the side where two daytime students had ran out to stand in front of Gray. “Gray-kun, you’re looking extremely handsome tonight,” they giggled at him, but he stood as static as ever.

Juvia huffed through her nose, walking away from Lyon, who frowned after her. “What are you two doing?” She demanded harshly, taking the space between them and Gray. “Go back into your dorms, immediately,” she told them, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re no fun,” one of the girls pouted dramatically as they turned with huffs. “We were just telling Gray-kun hello…”

Juvia watched them until they were safely in the Fairy Hills dorms and then she turned towards Gray, who stood with his hands in his pockets. The sight of him standing before her made Juvia’s heart skip a light beat. He was tall, his dark hair slicked back and his royal blue uniform pressed up against him without a crease. It was no wonder the girls always drooled over him.

“They were just wanting to play,” his dark voice told her as his lips twitched into a teasing grin that barely showed the tips of his fangs.

“You should know better than to let them do that,” Juvia told him, her hands resting on her hips as she glared up at him.

“What if I like it when they do?” He cocked a dark eyebrow. The sun had set and dark blue hue was covering the sky. Gray’s pale skin seemed to glow in the dark light.

Juvia breathed deeply, biting her lip to stop her spiteful comment. He could say such hurtful things sometimes, even though he knew how they made her feel…

She breathed out through her nose one last time. “Well,” she said slowly, her eyes meeting his strong gaze and never breaking it. “Have fun with them tonight,” she spat lowly so he was the only one who heard.

He took a step towards her so fast that she had to straighten her back and gasp for air. She could feel him tightening his hands in his pockets as she felt his arms against her flex. In her ear he whispered, “you and I both know that I’ll only play with you…”

“Gray!” His friend Natsu called from the school’s door. “Hurry up, or Lyon’ll lock us out again.”

Gray nipped Juvia’s ear, giving it a gentle blow as he straightened up. Her cheeks were a dark red, her eyes watery and trying not to look at him.

“See you later, Juvs…” his low voice barely reached her as he walked away.

Juvia refused to look back. Even when she heard the door shut, she still didn’t look back… Sometimes, he was such a jerk! She wouldn’t do it… She wouldn’t go meet him tonight, that would show him…

XxXxX

Juvia sighed heavily as she sat on the stairway in the pale moonlight. She banged her head on the steel railing, silently cruising herself. Here she was doing the exact thing she had promised she wouldn’t do…

She was waiting for Gray… Like she always would be.

No wonder he thought nothing more of her than a plaything or pet, she would always come running if he called. The first time they met two years ago, she had known… He would always be the only one to make her feel the way he had. Perhaps it was just that she was too weak to tell him no, but she couldn’t stop now…

The seventeen-year-old straightened her back when she heard footsteps coming down the dark stairs. She didn’t have to turn around to know just who it was.

He sat down on the step behind her, his legs around hers. His long fingers grabbed her blue waves, slowly pushing them to her back as his chin rested on her right shoulder.

Juvia knew what was coming, she would have been stupid not to since they had been doing this routine for almost a year now.

“Juvia…” him calling her name still caused her shivers. “You’re not mad, are you?” His voice was low and quiet.

“No,” she breathed. She wasn’t mad anymore, just hurt…

“You know you’re the only one I do this to…” his hands found her waist and he pressed her against his back.

“I’m sure you could easily find someone else to play with,” she muttered lowly.

“They wouldn’t be as fun,” he commented dryly.

Juvia shuddered. There it was, again… She was just something for him to play with.

“I don’t want anyone if it’s not you,” Gray whispered.

The statement surprised her, and she turned her head, finally looking at him for the first time since he had been there. His lips twitches up weakly, and she could see his color had faded. Dark circles had bloomed under his eyes. When was the last time he had her? It had been almost a week, hadn’t it? When they last met up, all they had done was kiss and other activities. Oh, he looked awful!

“I finally got you to look at me,” he murmured as she stood up on her knees on the stair below him.

“Gray-sama,” she whispered, all traces of hurt and anger towards him fading. She reached up, touching his cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered. How long had he been putting himself in that much pain without telling her?

“I’m fine,” he told her.

“No you’re not-” she replied, yanking her uniform down the right side of her neck- “you’re obviously starving!”

She could see as he swallowed hard, his eyes focused solely on her neck where he knew something delicious waited for him. He blinked his eyes slowly as he took in a deep breath. Slowly, he looked at her. “Juvia, I’m not using you…”

She froze for a second, “w-what…?”

His hand reached out, touching her cheek. “You’re mine,” he whispered, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers.

“Gray-sama…” She whispered, feeling rather weak in his embrace. “Please…” she almost begged, hating the sight of him looking so weak. “Eat…”

He let out a heavy sigh, his head moving from hers and down to her neck. Juvia tensed as she felt his breath against her neck and she shoved when he licked up it. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she felt him opening his mouth. A gasp escaped her lips as he bit down, and then the sucking began.

Juvia grasped him tightly as Gray’s grip on her tightened. Faintly, she could hear him gulping, but mainly all she could hear was her heart drumming inside of her ears. She could feel her strength slowly decreasing, but she trusted Gray.

A few minutes later when he was done, she was glossy eyed and half in a daze as he leaned back to look at her. Already, he was looking so much better than he had been. He was handsome, too handsome for this world… Even if a drip of her blood was on the corner of his lips. He licked his lips slowly, giving her a glance at her fangs that made her knees weak.

Gray caught her, scooping her onto his lap. He cradled her gently, holding her head as he licked her wound to heal it quickly. Once he was finished he kissed her neck softly, going up her cheek bone and towards her lips. His lips were firm and cold against her soft and warm ones, but she didn’t want him to move them.

She grabbed the front of his uniform as he deepened the kiss. Sometimes, he didn’t have to say words, cause his actions spoke louder. With these little things is how she knew that sometimes, she just over-reacted. Gray loved her, and she loved him too, more than she had ever loved anything or anyone ever before.

Juvia thought that perhaps, this was her biggest secret and sin… She, a human was in love with a vampire who was destined to be the end of her.

Me @ myself: You know you’re going to have to continue this one day, right?

Me @ myself: Why do you do this?

Me @ myself: FUCK

I know those doesn’t say anywhere, “I hope we don’t get caught”, but you get it, right?

Girl Meets One Tree Hill AU
↳ Maya Hart as Peyton Sawyer  

Imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true. You know, it’s the greatest moment of your life and you get to experience it with one person. Who’s standing next to you?

Her (Part 2) // Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by gabalecki

Part 1 Part 2

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 1,013
Warnings: None 
Request from @captainelsaeverdeen: “if you have free time and willingness could you write ‘Her’ part 2 ? *-* I’m really in love with this imagine <3″
A/N: To avoid any confusion, it starts out in 3rd person before switching to your point of view! Enjoy! (Sorry if I killed you with that adorable gif)

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one tree hill meme: [1/5] relationships: nathan and haley

You know, my pride says yeah, that’s it. Just walk away and let Haley deal with the fact that she’s clearly threatened by a sexual relationship. But my heart says, just forget about your pride you idiot. You love this girl. And even if you’re going to catch pneumonia, your ass is going to stand out here in the rain till you convince her to forgive you.

things to do with her

go out in the middle of the night to my grade school playground and ride the swingsets together each creak of the chain a quiet never more that I’ll never be as bad as i was when i was here

go plant shopping not because i really give a damn about plants other than the smell of dirt but because the happiest smiles i see from her are when she sees her bamboo plant

go to goodwill when neither of us need anything and tell stories about the people who left behind the mirror, the stuffed bear, the stained beanbag chair, the plastic barbie van

go change the backgrounds on every phone in an electronics store and every tablet too to a picture of us cheek to cheek and maybe lips to lips if we’re feeling daring

go to her basement to play her brothers video games sitting a little too close to the tv and screaming a little too loud when the monsters pop up

go to the ice cream shop on the corner with too many favors and order for each other the most disgusting or sweetest kinds and call each other by the name the rest of the night

go stand in the mushy pad of grass in the park under a tree where i first said i liked girls to a girl i liked and where she laughed and where i saw her for the second to last time

go to the house on a hill in he back alley where my dad burnt me with his cigarette and my heart broke for the first time when i was four and have her kiss me by the spot where he left

go everywhere that hurt us and everywhere that healed us and paint over our pain with our love and pretend like this moment will last for ever and that it ever really existed in the first place

8tracks.com
Lost With Us
Playlist dedicated to the fic "Come and Get Lost With Us" by boxofwonder. I tried to get some songs for everyone haha.
  1. Heartlines by Florence & the Machine “And I’ve seen it in the flights of birds, I’ve seen it in you. The entrails of the animals, the blood running through”
  2. Tiptoe by Imagine Dragons “They won’t see me run, who can blame them? They never look to see me fly, so I never have to lie.”
  3. Six Weeks by Of Monsters & Men “Alone I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home”
  4. Strong Hand by CHVRCHES “Will I be the strong hand keeping you safe, or will I break you in half?”
  5. In the Woods Somewhere by Hozier “An awful noise filled the air. I heard a scream in the woods somewhere.”
  6. The Driver by Bastille “Shout out from the bottom of your lungs, a plague on both your houses. This thing, it’s a family affair. It’s drawing out my weakness.”
  7. Rabbit Heart by Florence & the Machine “I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for a fight.”
  8. Get Home by Bastille “We are the last people standing at the edge of the night. We are the greatest pretenders in the cold morning light.”
  9. Surround You by Echosmith “I search valleys and mountaintops
    Rolling hills and ticking clocks Were all I heard all that sound Never thought love could be found“
  10. The Fall by Imagine Dragons “I’m ready for the fall, ready for the leaves. Read for the colors to burn to gold and crumble away.”
  11. Wolves Without Teeth by Of Monsters & Men “And I run from wolves, tearing into me without teeth. And you can follow me”

okay furieosa‘s inception au is great but consider:

  • kala is undoubtedly the chemist and wolfgang helps test stuff out, sometimes goes under for days, relives his worst memories with compounds running through his veins just “to help the team” to help kala no less
  • capheus is so definitely the architect, always having six more emergency exits then necessary because “you never know what you’re going to need to make a quick getaway!” and he builds three, four, five levels of dreamspace, no problem
  • sun bak, the escaped kobol engineering extractor, a fugitive on the run from her corporate bloodsucking brother who happens to be her boss, refuses to continue killing people’s minds to help in her “family”’s rise to power but can’t go back to her country without proving that she isn’t responsible for her father’s death
  • nomi is the point woman, yes, yes yes yes yes, she’s the one speaking into everyone’s earpieces and “guys, we have thirty minutes left, does someone maybe want to actually get shit done or have we accepted just how fucking ridiculous this idea was in the first place” “nomi–” “lito do not start with me”
  • speaking of which lito is so completely our forger, suave af and constantly tricking his own teammates just for the laughs and “gdi rodriguez that is enough”
  • will is our humble lil tourist cop because “sun, listen, riley blue is dangerous, there’s no real evidence against her in court but we have to get her to confess to the murder of her husband and child so that the prime suspect isn’t some random old icelandic grandmother named yrza”
  • “you’ve got to take me with you, sun” “that is impractical.” “do you want to go back to seoul or not?” “how do i even know you have the connections to get me there?” “you don’t”
  • so the seven of them go into riley blue’s mind, three levels of dreamspace, the deepest level is on that hill that her car crashed on, and their goal is to make her confess that she crashed the car on purpose because come on, who else would’ve crashed it, it’s the only logical solution
  • but william gorski
  • looks at this woman’s subconscious, these people who have put a bullet in his heart without a second thought just to keep him out and thinks no, thinks
  • there’s got to be something bigger here
  • makes his way through to the deepest level [capheus guides him through without letting any of the others know, obviously]
  • he finds a girl with blue and white hair standing at the top of a mountain, cradling a baby that’s been dead for hours, singing it a lullaby in a language that sounds like glass shattering
  • “you’re riley.”
  • “i didn’t do it.”
  • a car comes down the road and suddenly it’s snowing and snowing and snowing, the blizzard comes out of nowhere, the sound of a baby crying, a scream, tires screeching, a car in midair, “Magnus! Magnus! Mag–”
  • “you’re riley blue.” he says again, and he can’t believe he was ever so scared of a girl who barely reaches his shoulder, but she moves and her eyes meet his, and there are storms in those eyes
  • “i didn’t do it.”
  • “i know.”
  • “leave now.” “i will.”
  • “gorski? gorski, where the hell are you, what are you–” “it’s okay, nomi.” “william–” “sun, she’s innocent. we were wrong.”
  • he looks down at his chest and sees the blood welling up under his shirt, sees riley look at it curiously, smiles.
  • “did i shoot you?” she asks. “your subconscious did.” “close enough.” “i guess.” there’s black at the edge of his vision. “i’m sorry.”
  • “sun.” he says, and falls to his knees. “sun, come find me. in limbo.” “willia-” “I’ll keep my promise if you’ll keep yours. promise you’ll find me.”
  • “i promise.”
  • they wake up on a plane landing in seoul. will makes a call, then makes small talk with the white-haired girl sitting next to him. sun doesn’t exhale until she gets off the plane, until she sees a limo and her dog’s head peeking out of the window.
How You Get the Girl

Summary: Isaac returns to Beacon Hills after a long six months with one goal in mind- to win the reader’s heart back. Based on the song “How You Get the Girl” by Taylor Swift.

Note: I’m sorry I just really love Taylor Swift… especially this song of hers…  I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I ALSO ADORE THE CRAP OUT OF ISAAC SO I FIGURED “EHH, WTH” AND RAN WITH IT MAN


“Are you insane?” I nearly shrieked over the pouring rain. “What the hell, Isaac? You’ve been gone for six months, and you come back just to stand outside my house in the rain? You’re going to get sick! Get inside.” I grabbed his wrist, yanking him under the cover of the porch. He was smiling that same smile he used to wear on our dates. But that was six months ago. Before he broke up with me and moved all the way to Paris.

           I led Isaac down the hallway and into the living room. For it being two in the afternoon, it was oddly dark, but I supposed that was because of the storm outside.

           Awkwardly, I settled on the far seat of the couch. Isaac decided on the love seat; he was so big and broad that he nearly took up the whole thing by himself.

           “So…” I folded my hands together in my lap. The original momentum I had upon first seeing him was gone, leaving me speechless. After all, what the hell do you say to the man you fell in love with that left you without any explanation? “Um, what are you doing here?”

           Isaac fussed with a string on one of the cushions. “You said it’s been six months?” He peered at me with vividly blue eyes. I gulped and nodded. “It feels like longer.” He confessed. “The longest six months of my life.”

           “But you wanted to go to Paris.” I protested. “You wanted to go so badly that you…” I didn’t finish that sentence. I knew it would end with ‘left me’ and honestly, I didn’t want to appear weak in front of Isaac. I wanted him to believe I was stronger than I was when he left. That the sight of him didn’t make me want to fall apart at his feet. I was so in love with him.

           “Is that what you really think?” Isaac pursed his lips. “You think that’s what I wanted?” He shook his head, eyeing me as if he disapproved. “Why do you think I came back, Y/N? I came back because I was finally ready to tell you what I want.”

           “What makes you think I give a damn about what you want any more?” I snapped.

           He raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

           Even as I murmured, “No,” I knew that he could tell otherwise. Not just from the jump of my heartbeat alerting the lie, but how I avoided his eyes and crossed my legs. Isaac knew all my little ticks; Isaac knew everything about me.

           “I see.” He mused. “I’ll continue then.” When he attempted to make himself more comfortable, he examined the throw pillows I had situated in the corners. “Are these new?” He asked, momentarily forgetting his original mission. “What happened to the other ones?” I knew the pillows he was referring to; they were the ones shoved in storage bins under my bed, along with other things that had reminded me of Isaac. The purple pillows he was thinking of he had helped me pick out. When he was gone, I couldn’t look at them without throwing up.

           I didn’t tell him that though. Instead, I said, “I needed a new color. Just a change, really. Not a big deal.” Haha no it was a very big deal because you ripped me apart like I was nothing more than a scrap piece of paper you kept in your pocket.

           “Oh.”

           I cleared my throat impatiently. “What was it that you were saying before?”

           “Right. Um…” Isaac ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots in a way that I knew all too well. I had memorized every part of him, only for it to torture me later. “Maybe you were right. Maybe I am insane. I’ll tell you honestly, it feels that way. The second I walked out your door, I officially lost my mind.” His bottom lip slipped between his teeth when he heard my heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. What was he saying?

           “You know, that last day haunts me every night.” He wouldn’t look at me. “I can still see you sitting on the front porch, arms wrapped around yourself. That vacant look on your face as you watched me drive away. It was like I had sucked your very soul right out.” That’s because you did. I wanted to scream it in his face so badly. I kept my composure though, determined to appear impermeable. “I’ll have you know, Y/N, that I hate myself for it. I hated myself before I did it, when I did it, and even now, as I sit here and look at you.”

           His voice took on a much softer quality. He was fiddling with his thumb nail. “Even that doesn’t hurt as bad as the good memories do. Every time I remember kissing your sweet cheeks, or holding you close at night, or hearing you laugh at something I had said- every time I remember that, it feels as though a knife has gone through me. I can’t breathe.” He was looking at me now, and his face was tight with obvious emotional torment.

           I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why did you come here Isaac?” Hot angry tears stung my eyes, begging to come out, but I bit sharply on the inside of my cheek to prevent it. “Was it to rip off the scabs and watch me bleed all over again? Is that what you wanted? Because you don’t have to give me this dramatic speech that sounds like it came straight out of a movie, okay? Seeing you hurt enough. I’ve spent these last six months trying to get over you, and it’s been hell because I’ll never want anyone as much as I want you. And you don’t want me. So why did you come?” There was so much more that I wanted to say, but I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. It was then that I realized I was sobbing, and my throat was aching because I was screaming at him.

           Isaac stared at me for what felt like the longest time while I struggled to get myself in check. Then he rose swiftly, and moved across the room to come sit beside me. “Don’t.” I feebly fought against his descending arms, but he wouldn’t have it. He cradled me into his chest. My hands came up to clutch his shirt, shaking against him while I cried. So much for being strong. Part of me didn’t mind, though. It felt so damn good to be back in his arms.

           “I came back from Paris for you.” Isaac whispered into my hair.

           “Yeah, I got that. But why? What more do you want from me?” I bawled. “You already took my everything, so what do you want?”

           “You, Y/N. I want you. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You are all that I want, ever. For worse or for better. Rain or shine, it doesn’t matter. I just want you.”

           I didn’t understand. Slowly I pulled back from his chest, sniffling as I did so. At least I had stopped crying. “You left me, Isaac. You’re the one who didn’t want me anymore. It’s not the other way around, and don’t you dare pretend that it is.”

           “I know I left you, and you don’t know how sorry I am. For as long as I live, that will always be my deepest regret. And I know I broke your heart, but I’ll put it back together piece by piece, as long as it takes, because I love you, Y/N. You may not take me back. You may require time. I’ll wait forever for you because, Y/N, I want you. Forever.”

           “But… you say that now, but what if you change your mind again? I can’t survive that again, Isaac. I can’t do that. You almost killed me.”

           “I won’t change my mind.”

           “You did before. You changed your mind and left me. Didn’t you understand that I couldn’t live without you? That I was so in love with you that when you left, it was like you carved out part of my heart?”

           Isaac didn’t have anything to say to that. He just rocked me back and forth, curled in his lap like an injured lamb. I could feel his hot cheek pressed on the top of my head. Finally, he said, “I’m so sorry for all the pain that I caused you. I know that these are just words, and that they can’t alleviate anything, but please believe them. I wish I could take all your pain and fears away. I wish that I had never left.”

           “There’s something my Dad used to say: ‘you can wish in one hand and crap in the other; see which one fills up first.’” I felt the rumbling of his laughter in his chest. His large frame shook as he held me, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

           “I think the wishing hand filled first.”

           “You must have unhealthy bowels.” Again we were laughing, and then our eyes met. I could see my reflection in the deep blue: timid, small, and tear-stained. Although I wanted to refuse Isaac, wanted to make him feel as terribly and empty as I had, I couldn’t force myself to do it. I was still so in love with him…

           So I caved. I knew that I might despise myself for it later, but I would endure everything the world threw at me if it meant a minute with Isaac. “Pick me up at seven tomorrow night. We’re going dancing, and we’re going to fall in love all over again.”

Liam- It Kinda Makes Everything Worth It

Request-  Prompt #1 and can the character be Liam and can SCOTT be the one who still believes in Santa

A/N- So I didn’t make Scott the believer, but only because I had already been planning on it being Malia. Next up is an Isaac imagine.

“How much longer do we have to wait?” Liam groaned as he stood next to you in the seemingly endless line.
You peered past Scott who had been standing on your other side, and you saw that the line of children waiting to see “Santa” was slowly dwindling. Besides the parents of the children waiting to see the mall Santa, you and your friends seemed to be the only ones in line over the age of ten. It was  more than a little embarrassing and Liam hadn’t stopped stating that fact since you got there, but it wasn’t like you didn’t have a good reason.
You, Stiles, Liam, Scott, Kira, and Lydia would never have even considered going to see a mall Santa had it not been for one member of the pack. Since the last time Malia had been human was when she was nine, that Christmas was going to be her first one after being a coyote for eight years. She was incredibly excited and you were all happy to make the holidays good for her, but there was just one tiny little problem.
Having been living in the woods as an animal until very recently, Malia had never learned that Santa wasn’t real. It made sense considering that most nine year olds still believed in Santa, and her father hadn’t had the heart to tell her the truth when she came back. Mr. Tate had openly admitted that he hadn’t wanted to be the one to tell her and he had begged Stiles and Scott to help him out.
While Scott was a good alpha and an amazing leader, dream-crushing just wasn’t in his skill set. As an alternative, he suggested that you all help keep the magic alive for one more year and go with Malia to see Santa at the Hill Valley mall. None of you really had the heart to say no, so here you were, standing in line for over forty minutes as children cried and parents gave you dirty looks.
“Probably not long,” you told Liam as a little girl a few spots in front of you sat on Santa’s lap. “The line’s moving up.”
“I still don’t know why we had to come and do this,” Liam complained. “Why couldn’t Scott and Stiles just take her?”
“Because we’re a pack,” you told your boyfriend. “And besides, look how excited she is. It kinda makes everything worth it, don’t you think?”
Liam tilted his head and looked over to where Malia was practically bouncing where she stood. Her shoulders bobbed up and down as she shook with excitement, and her wide brown eyes gazed around at the other kids sitting on Santa’s lap. Suddenly her brow furrowed, and she turned to Stiles.
“Why is no one our age here?” Malia asked him. “Everyone else is like ten years old.”
“Uh…” Stiles said, his eyes narrowing as he scratched his neck. “There’s no one else here because, because, uh-”
“Because the older kids go earlier,” Lydia lied smoothly. “We’ve just been so busy that we came late.”
“Oh,” Malia said, a smile breaking out on her face. “Okay.”
She turned back to watch Santa, only to find that the line had moved up. She reached out and grabbed Stiles’ hand so hard he flinched. “We’re next!”
Liam smiled softly, looking over to you and squeezing your hand. “I guess you’re right.”
“So have you decided what you’re going to ask for?” you asked him softly.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” he said as his fingers intertwined with yours. “I’d say all I want for Christmas is you, but I already have that.”
You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him at his cheesiness. “You’re such a loser. You’ve been waiting all day to say that haven’t you?”
Liam grinned at you. “All week actually, but it’s still true.”
You giggled and rolled your eyes before looking back over at Malia and the others. A boy hopped off Santa’s lap, and soon an elf was waving Malia over. The coyote’s eyes widened, and she quickly shoved Kira in front of her in fear.
“Malia, wait-”
Before the kitsune could finish protesting, the elf was ushering her up to Santa. You suppressed a laugh at her wide almond eyes and Malia’s sudden nervousness.
“I really don’t want to sit on his lap,” Liam insisted as he listened to Kira nervously tell the Santa she wanted a new katana.  
“Oh come on,” you told him. “Do it for Malia.”
“Fine,” he said, then he looked over at you and wiggled his eyebrows. “But only if you sit on my lap later.”
You rolled your eyes, playfully smacking him in the chest as Scott coughed loudly. He shot you guys a look, no doubt noticing the glances you two were earning from some of the parents.
“Guys,” he muttered. “Keep it PG.”
“Hey this was your idea…” you told him.
You looked back over to Santa, where Malia was now proudly sitting on his lap and grinning for the camera. Stiles stood in front of Malia, raising his phone to take picture after picture as Malia rattled off her Christmas list. You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, and it almost made you wish you could have that magic back again.
“…but it was definitely worth it,” you finished.
Liam smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving you a playful squeeze as you all looked at Malia’s excited face. Some pretty awful things had happened in Beacon Hills, but there was no denying that the Christmas spirit was alive and well, even for the pack.

So Far Away Pt. 2

Catch Up: Part 1

Group & Member: BTS’ Suga/Yoongi 

Genre: Angst

Warnings: none


“Are you nervous, hyung?” Jimin asks, as he watches Yoongi pack a small bag. 

Sitting down, Yoongi grips his knees with his palms as he turns his head to look at his friend. 

“Yes and no. It will be nice to be home…but I’m afraid of seeing things have changed too much. I just wish I could have gone back sooner…4 years is a long time” Yoongi says, busying himself with folding and organizing. 

Jimin smiles, standing up to leave 

“You’ll be fine. I bet it will feel like you haven’t even left”

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