I don't ship Stydia, like at all. I consider myself a multishipper and a hardcore crackshipper, literally I'll ship almost everything. But I could never bring myself to ship Stydia.
Request: This actually isn’t a request exactly. This is for Stalia Secret Easter Bunny that I joined. I wrote this for @menyc1ty I am your Easter Bunny. I tried to incorporate some of your favorite moments and your ideal ending. I really hope you like it!
Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski x Lydia Martin (Very minor)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 4,979
Author’s Note: I know that this isn’t what I typically write, but I have wanted to write something for Stalia for a long time because they are my number one otp. Flashbacks are in italics. Some are original Stalia scenes, but most are ones I made up. Some of this is kinda cliche, but it’s a good mix I think.
Stiles sits in his Jeep and leaves the engine running. He knows she won’t take long. Maybe it’s the supernatural speed or the fact that over the past two years she didn’t accumulate many clothes.
He focuses on tapping his fingers against the steering wheel until something else steals his attention. There’s a flash of a figure, followed by a loud noise that meant the trunk was being opened.
“That took longer than I expected.” Stiles announced, smile wide as his girlfriend enters his car. She lets out a playful growl and moves her hair from her face.
“Well, I didn’t expect my dad to start crying. If I did I would have added an extra ten minutes to my side of the bet.” Malia replied, clicking her seat belt. “What do I owe you?”
Stiles flashes one of his goofy grins and answers, “Just this.” He presses his lips softly to hers, making a pleased noise as her lips move against his.
Malia breaks away, all too soon if Stiles’ still pursed lips are any indication. “We should get going or my dad might just shoot your tire.” Malia stated, prompting Stiles to laugh.
“Are you ready to finally hightail out of Beacon Hills?” Stiles asked, looking lovingly in her eyes. Malia laces her hand with Stiles’ hand that is placed on the gearshift.
“Hell yes.” Malia responded, the size of her smile rivaling his.
Everyone in Beacon Hills still wonders how Stiles and Malia of all people are about to ride off into their happily ever after; especially after everyone thought he was destined to be with Lydia.
It took a over a decade and one girl for Stiles Stilinski to decide that Lydia Martin wasn’t the one for him.
Now, this wasn’t just one moment, it was a kaleidoscope of events; all centered around Malia Tate.
Stiles’ attempt to call his dad had failed. Eichen House shut down all phones after a suicide. “I’m getting out of this nuthouse.” Stiles declared, making his way through the crowd of bodies.
“That’s not really the appropriate way to describe a facility like this.” Oliver stated, uneasily following after him.
Stiles was going at a fast pace until a figure with dark brown hair caught his eye. The last time he saw that hair it had been tangled with twigs, but still framed her face perfectly.
He sat in the front of his dad’s cruiser and watched the girl ripped from her life as she knew it gain enough composure to face her father. Even then he knew she was a force of nature.
“Malia?” Stiles called out. She turned her head and gave a quizzical look. “Hey. It’s Stiles. Do you remember me?”
Stiles waited for a response of recognition, but went on after no sign of one. “I’m friends with Scott. Remember? We were the ones who helped you out with-” That was all the prompting needed for Malia to deliver a blow to Stiles’ face. The orderlies pulled both of them back as Malia put up a good fight.
That was the moment Stiles decided that Malia was not a person he wanted to piss off.
“Do you really think that the Jeep is gonna last a cross country trip?” Malia asked. The constant rumbles from the car magnified by her werecoyote hearing.
“It’s highly unlikely, but hey, so were we.” Stiles commented, giving a half shrug.
Her hands glided across his making him shiver as a result. “Oh. Sorry. I told you I’m always cold.” Malia said, retracting her hands.
“That’s okay. Here.” Stiles suggested, taking her hands into his. “Boy, you really are.” They both laughed at his comment.
Some need to be close to someone was awakened in Malia. She crashed her lips on his, and for a moment Stiles was frozen with wide eyes. When he registered what was happening, he kissed her back with as much force.
They broke away for air, both surprised by the kiss. “Was that your first kiss?” Stiles asked, not really believing the girl in front of him. She nodded. “Was it okay?” She nodded again. “Want to try it again?”
This time she answered with a smile. His hand cupped her cheek and he lent in for a soft kiss. She clutched his shirt and it soon turned heated as lips moved languidly against each other.
“I want to try something else.” Malia whispered.
“Something else?” Stiles asked, heartbeat pounding in his ears.
She pulled her shirt over her head without an ounce of insecurity. The amazement on his face was apparent to anyone who wasn’t the girl in front of him.
That was the moment Stiles knew that Malia would always surprise him.
“What’s on your mind?” Malia asked. Stiles had been abnormally quiet for an entire five minutes, so she knew there was something up.
“I’m just thinking about my dad. I know we had a whole father son conversation about how he’s okay with me leaving, but I just feel bad. It’s been the two of us since my mom died and now it will be just him.” Stiles confessed.
Stiles tossed and turned for what seemed like the millionth time that night. The Nogitsune was gone but his body still felt cold and empty. The nightmares didn’t help much either.
The sound of his window sliding up had him shooting from his rested position in search of a weapon. “Why are you still awake?” She asked, getting all the way into his bedroom.
“Malia? Why are you breaking into my house?” Stiles responded, flailing his arms as he spoke.
“I couldn’t sleep.” She answered simply. She tugged her sweatshirt further over her hands to attempt makeshift gloves. “Plus, I’m cold and you’re warm.”
Stiles sighed and settled back into bed. He scooted over and lifted up the covers. “Well, I guess you’re welcome to stay, seeing as you’re already here. I’ll have to warn you I’m not as toasty as I used to be.” Stiles said.
She ignored his warning and settled into bed with him. “I still think beds are weird. Humans are so… what’s the word? High maintenance.” Malia commented.
“Ah yes, we are high maintenance creatures. Not all of us have the capability of sleeping in a coyote den.” Stiles retorted. His heart rate finally calming down. “How are you adjusting to human life by the way?”
“I think that most human customs are pointless, like makeup or manners.” Malia answered. This made Stiles laugh. “But some of them I could learn to like.”
“Like what?” Stiles asked.
“Like the fact that a form of mates still exist. Coyotes pick one mate and mate for life. Humans do something similar. They are very close with each other and like to stay that way.” Malia said, moving her hand closer to his.
He intertwines his fingers with hers. “Malia Tate, if I didn’t know better I’d say that you were a romantic.” Stiles teased, a small smile forming on his lips for the first time in a long time. Now he didn’t feel cold or empty, he felt something he couldn’t explain.
This was the first time Stiles realized that he had real feelings for Malia.
“Do you want to go back?” Malia asked, nearing their first destination. Stiles’ chemosignals changed from the excited ones at the beginning to ones of worry.
“No, my dad is gonna be fine. He’s got friends like Melissa and Chris to keep him company.” He assured himself more than Malia. “Plus it’s time for us to move on with our lives.”
The day that Noah Stilinski found a girl in his son’s bed was an interesting day to say the least. If Stiles really had any concern for his heart, he would stop doing things that drive his father crazy.
It was like any other school day except Stiles’ alarm hadn’t gone off. When Noah woke up for his morning shift at the station, he saw the blue Jeep still parked in the driveway.
Noah thought that he was doing his son a favor by waking him up. “Stiles, rise and shine!” Noah’s voice boomed through the house as he opened Stiles door. “What the hell is going on here?”
This phrase startled both the boy and the werecoyote awake. Malia simply rubbed her eyes, while Stiles almost jumped out of his skin. “Dad this isn’t- We were just-” Stiles stumbled on an explanation.
“I think Stiles called it ‘spooning’.” Malia answered, trying to help.
Both teens were sat up in bed, while Noah was still in the doorway. He sighed and rubbed his face. “I want both of you downstairs in ten minutes. I would yell but you’re already late for school.” Noah said, walking out. He continued downstairs. “I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.”
This was the first of many morning interactions in the Stilinski household.
“So, I lied.” Stiles admitted. Malia looked over to him with confusion. “We have one more stop before we can leave.”
After ten minutes, Stiles pulled into the Beacon Hills Forest Preserve. Malia has spent more time there as a wild coyote than anywhere else.
“I can’t concentrate. There’s too many sounds and voices.” Malia stated, frantically trying to hone in on Scott. She’s still new to being human and she didn’t know how to control her powers well.
“Okay. It’s okay. Well, just breathe. Breathe with me, all right?” Stiles instructed. He hating seeing his girlfriend this distraught. “You practiced this with Scott before, remember?”
Stiles crouched in front of her. “I’m trying.” Malia replied, closing her eyes. She took a deep breath and tried again.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Just focus on something. Here, look at my eyes.” Stiles said, motioning towards his face. She held onto his every word and looked into his eyes. “Very good. Just focus on the sound of my voice. All you have to do is try to concentrate. Concentrate-”
Before he knew it, a pair of warm lips were placed on his. When they broke apart, his vision was lit up with a vibrant blue.
That was the moment Stiles knew for sure that he was Malia’s anchor.
“What are we doing here?” Malia asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Stiles parked the Jeep and got out. He grabbed a blanket and a bottle of sparkling apple cider; Malia couldn’t get drunk so there wasn’t any point in terrible tasting alcohol.
He laid the blanket down on the hood of the Jeep and patted the spot down next to him. Malia followed suit and sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I need you to take me somewhere. I can’t drive and I think you should be the one to take me.” Malia said, changing the tone of the room.
“Sure. Where?” Stiles asked. As Malia filled him in, his eyes grew wider in surprise. “Are you sure?” She nodded confidently.
The ride was a silent one. As the Jeep reached the clearing, Malia got more anxious. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Stiles assured her, parking his car.
“No.” Malia replied. She opened her door slowly. “I want to.”
He followed her as she made her way to their destination. Malia stopped in front of two headstones. Stiles walked next to her and laced their fingers together.
He didn’t need to be a werewolf to tell that this was hard to do. “This is the first time I’ve ever visited them. I missed the funeral, being a coyote and all. I haven’t had the courage to come since.” Malia stated, tears forming in her eyes.
“Why now?” Stiles questioned, eyes wandering over the dead flowers that lay at Kylie’s grave.
“I couldn’t go with my dad. I still can’t look at him, especially here. I guess its because I have you.” Malia confessed, a tear running down her cheek. “I know this isn’t the most normal way to meet my family.”
Stiles gave a sad smile was wiped her tear with his thumb. “Are you kidding? This is perfect. I just wish I would have brought flowers, now your mom is gonna think I’m a bad boyfriend.” Stiles’ attempt at a joke did manage to get a small laugh out of Malia.
“Well, I’m the bad daughter… I killed them.” Malia whispered.
Stiles pulled Malia into a hug. “Hey, that wasn’t your fault. You need to stop blaming yourself. It was the full moon. You loved them and they loved you.” Stiles cooed, stroking his hand through her hair.
He just held her tighter as every wave of sobbing came.
That was the moment Stiles realized that Malia trusted him enough to be vulnerable around him.
“Before we picked you up on Senior Scribe, right here is where Scott and I sat making plans for the vision.” Stiles mused. It was only a year ago, but it seemed like a lifetime.
“How much of that actually came true?” Malia asked, curiosity laced in her voice.
“I got you, didn’t I?”
“What if Scott’s my best friend now you know, but he’s not my best friend for life?” Stiles asked, letting what was bothering him off his chest.
“Well, doesn’t that just happen sometimes?” Malia replied. The rain acted as white noise, and it just amplified their conversation.
“Yeah, but only because we let it happen. You know, that’s what I’m saying. How come when we graduate we’re just expected to go our separate ways? If I’ve already found the best people in my life, why aren’t I not trying to stay with them, you know?” Stiles questioned, stepping closer.
“Well, I thought that was the plan. The dream.” Malia responded, throwing up her hands in a cheering motion.
“The vision.” Stiles corrected. “And don’t mock the vision.”
Malia stepped closer, their faces only inches apart. “I… I like the vision. Especially if I’m part of it.” Malia confessed.
Stiles smiled in response and placed his lips on hers. She put her hand on his face, deepening the kiss. All of Stiles’ worrisome thoughts seemed to melt away.
This was the moment Stiles knew that this was more than just some high school romance, for both of them.
“But you aren’t disappointed, at all?” Malia questioned in disbelief. “There isn’t anything you would change?”
“If I could change one thing, I would have never hurt you the first time around.” Stiles confessed, looking down ashamed.
“You want me to go in with you?” Malia asked, knowing that Stiles needed support.
“No, it’s okay.” Stiles replied. He unclicked his seat belt. “It’s probably going to take a while.”
Malia had been silent about her concerns for weeks, but as she saw him getting out, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Are you going to tell him about Donovan?” With just that one question, their relationship changed forever.
The bubble of denial they were living in popped. “You knew?”Stiles asked, sitting back down.
“I guessed.” Malia answered. “I saw the bite on your shoulder while you were sleeping.” There were a million things running through each of their heads.
Malia couldn’t bear to see the broken look on Stiles’ face. He needed to know it was okay. “It didn’t matter to me. That’s why I never said anything.” Malia thought this would make him feel better.
Her entire intention was to say something as comforting as he did that day in the cemetery, but she wasn’t good with words. What she meant was that she knew he was too good of a person to kill someone on purpose, and that it didn’t change the way that she loved him.
But that’s not how Stiles took it. He interpreted it as Malia saying that Stiles killing someone was trivial. That didn’t sit right with Stiles.
“It matters to me.” The words came out quick and they couldn’t be taken back. Tears were in both of their eyes as Stiles shut the door of her car. He walked up to the front of the station and waited for her to pull away, but she didn’t.
Instead she sat there for a few minutes crying. Stiles never wanted to hurt Malia of all people in any way, but it had just happened so fast. He wanted to go back and tell her that he loved her, but it was too late.
That was the moment Stiles realized some things just aren’t meant to last forever.
“I don’t know, Stiles.” Malia replied. This statement made him look up at her. “Do you think we’d be where we are without that time apart? Would you have been as sure about being with me?”
“I think you might have a point there, but I shouldn’t have dated anyone when I was still in love with you.” Stiles said.
Stiles had lost all hope, more people were being dropped into the train station and there was no sign that his friends were coming for him. He sat with his head in his hands trying to figure out how to get out for the millionth time.
“Stiles?” A voice called out. He knew this voice to well. It had been in his dreams for months. He looked up and saw no sign of the girl. “Where are you going?”
Stiles got up searching frantically for Malia, but he didn’t hear anything else after that. Whatever trick his head was playing on him had decided to stop.
Later he heard Lydia’s voice and ended up following that into the rift. She saved his life and emotions were running high, so he kissed her, not thinking it through.
After the ghost riders were gone, Stiles found himself in the parking lot of BHHS. “Stiles?” This time when he turned around he was met with the real Malia Tate, not the girl he’d been imagining for months.
Stiles could tell something was different with her, she wasn’t the same as before he left. All he wanted to do was pick her up and kiss her, but he sealed his fate earlier.
So he settled for the bone crushing hug they shared instead. It lasted a little too long, but they didn’t care. They just sat there breathing each other in; as if just being in the presence of each other could fix everything.
“You came back.” Malia whispered, voice wavering at the memories that recently resurfaced. “I thought you were gone for good.”
He put his hand on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “I’d never leave you behind.” Stiles replied, smiling a bit before his dad called him over.
That was the moment Stiles knew he made the biggest mistake of his life.
“I’ve forgiven you. It took awhile, but I’ve also forgiven Lydia.” Malia said, feeling the wind pick up. “You weren’t exactly graceful when you broke up with her either.”
Stiles and Lydia had been dating for a month and they still hadn’t done something yet. “I want to sleep with you.” Lydia announced simply, sorting through the clothes in her closet.
“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, with a raised brow. “Lydia, we’ve already had sex.” Stiles had the odd assumption that she didn’t remember or it was all just some nightmare dream.
“Of course we’ve had sex, but then I just go home. I want to spend the night at your house. We’ve been dating for awhile now and I’ve never done that before.” Lydia explained.
Lydia finally selected an outfit as Stiles apprehensively considered Lydia staying over, but any reason he could give Lydia defied his ‘I’m over Malia’ logic, so he ended up saying “Why not?”
Then twelve hours later he figured out exactly ‘why not’.
Stiles found himself pushed to the left side of the bed, without one bit of covers. “Pst, Lyds.” Stiles whispered. She groaned in reply.
He tried taking some of the blanket back to warm his icy feet but she simply tugged more away at his efforts. He shook her awake. “What?” She asked, irritated from being woken up.
“Nothing. It’s just… I can’t sleep unless I’m in the middle of the bed. Can we try spooning?” Stiles suggested. Lydia shrugged and turned so he could wrap himself around her.
Soon his arm fell asleep and her hair was suffocating him. “Lydia.” He tried again.
“What now?” She questioned, even more agitated.
“Can you be the big spoon?” Stiles asked. Every other time he asked this question it was always an enthusiastic yes, so that’s what he expected. But that’s not what happened.
She burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, right?” Her cackling continued and suddenly it wasn’t just Lydia’s hair that was preventing him from breathing.
He knew what real warmth was. He knew how he liked to sleep. He knew how he liked to wake up. Most importantly, Stiles knew who should really be in his bed, and he couldn’t keep pretending it was Lydia.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Stiles admitted, on the verge of a panic attack. He untangled himself from Lydia and got up from the bed; making it so he was positioned against the wall.
“Do what?” Lydia asked, realizing the seriousness. “Is this a panic attack? Do I need to kiss you again?”
“No!” Stiles replied, much harsher than he intended. “No.” Stiles took a deep breath. “You just need to go.”
Lydia got up from the bed, confusion evident in her face. “Stiles, I don’t understand.” She said.
“No, you don’t, because you don’t get me like she does. You’re not her.” Stiles confesses, feeling like he can breathe again. “You’re not Malia.”
That was the moment Stiles knew he would do anything to get Malia back.
“Breaking up, I can’t do. But the making up, that’s the part I’m good at.” Stiles stated.
It was two a.m. when Stiles got to Malia’s house. Her dad had went on some hunting trip, so he wasn’t home. Stiles ran up to the door and knocked as loud as he could.
It took a full five minutes of knocking for Malia to answer the door.
“Stiles? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” Malia asked. He took in her appearance: her short hair messy from sleep, shorts that were so short they should be illegal, and a loose tee shirt that he could have sworn was his.
“No, nothing’s wrong.” Stiles answered. Malia let out a breath of relief. “Actually there is something wrong.”
Malia opened the door to let him in. “You see, there’s this girl I know. She is the definition of perfection, at least in my eyes. She’s fearless, blunt, caring, badass, extremely beautiful, selfless-”
“I know we’re friends now, Stiles, but I don’t think I’m ready to have girl talk about Lydia.” Malia interjected, feeling a bit defeated.
“Let me finish.” Stiles insisted. Malia huffed, crossing her arms and motioned for him to go on. “This girl was perfect, and when she needed me most, I walked out of a car.”
“Where are you going with this?” Malia asked.
“I had so many opportunities to apologize and tell her that I wanted her back, but I never did. I started dating her best friend instead. Then the girl that was meant for me, distanced herself from me, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” Stiles confessed.
“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re with Lydia now.” Malia stated, coldly. She had become defensive when it came everything Stiles recently. If she looked up into those brown eyes, she knew she would melt.
“I broke up with Lydia.” Stiles announced.
Malia looked up in surprise, but her expression stayed hard. “I know this will make me sound like the worst friend, but I’ve been waiting for you to say that since the beginning. But it doesn’t change what you did or how you made me feel.” Malia replied.
“I know that.” Stiles responded, stepping closer to the girl of his dreams. “And I know that I should have said this a million times before, but I love you. With all of my heart I love you.”
Malia didn’t know what to say as tears pooled in her eyes. “I know can’t undo the things I did, but I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel that way again. Anything it takes.”
“Anything?” Malia questioned. She had already made up her mind, choosing Stiles was never hard for her, but she wanted to make him suffer a bit.
“Anything.” Stiles said, grabbing her hands. “You’ve always wanted to get out of this town; we’ll leave it in the dust if you say the word. You want deer once a week? I’ll hunt and skin it myself, even though I still hate blood. And I’ll-”
“Alright, Alright. I think you’ve done enough begging for today.” Malia said, in a teasing voice. She inched closer to him. “And I love you, too.” Malia pressed her lips to his and they felt whole again.
She broke the kiss to say, “I’m still holding you to the deer thing, but I can do the hunting.”
“That is oddly hot.” Stiles commented, closing the gap between them again.
That was the moment Stiles realized that he could live like that forever.
“Sure the making up was cute, but the makeup sex was even better.” Malia said, shrugging.
“You do realize who you’re talking to, right? Any kind of sex is awesome!” Stiles exclaimed, flailing his arms a bit. This almost made Stiles fall off of the car, but Malia caught him in time.
“I see you’re still falling for me.” Malia joked, with a small smile.
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Now I understand what my dad meant when he said I was rubbing off on you, and not in the sexual way either.” Stiles stated. “Now, all jokes aside, it’s time to get to the real reason why I took you here.”
Stiles was taping up one of the last moving boxes he had when his father came in. “So, you and Malia?” Noah asked, with a hint of a grin.
“Yeah. I don’t want to sound like the biggest cliche but she’s the one, you know?” Stiles replied, with a goofy smile to match his father’s.
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Now I can give you this.” Noah said, momentarily leaving the room. When he came back, there was a small black box in his hand.
“What is this for?” Stiles asked, dumbfounded.
“I think you know exactly what it’s for. A tiny black box doesn’t have too many uses.” Noah commented. He handed the box to his son. “It was your mother’s. Before she died, she wanted to know that I would give this to you when you met the right girl.”
“How do you know I have?” Stiles questioned.
“Since you met that girl, you’ve had that look in your eye.” Noah said. This didn’t make any sense to Stiles or help further explain.
“What kind of look?”
“The kind of brightness in your eyes that you can lose if you lose her.” Noah explained. Stiles only reaction was a gaping mouth, trying to wrap his head around how obvious he was. “For a moment there, I didn’t think you’d get it back.”
“Wait a minute.” Stiles got up from his kneeling position. “You’re telling me that you didn’t think Lydia was right for me, and yet you said nothing?”
“Sometimes it’s better to let things run their course. Now you’re sure, and now you need this.” Noah said. Stiles finally understood and accepted the box. “Don’t let her get away this time.”
That was the moment Stiles started planning how to propose to Malia Tate.
“Almost a million years ago, or what seems like it, Scott and I went out into these woods to find the body of a little girl. We were gonna find this werewolf and kick it’s ass, or at least give this guy closure.” Stiles starts, fiddling with the object in his pocket.
“You found me instead.” Malia said, looking up from his shoulder to face him.
“Shh don’t spoil anything.” Stiles scolded, faking seriousness. “But you were right, we found a coyote who just happened to be you.”
“That day changed my life forever, so I thought it would be best to make another big change here; that is if you say yes.” Stiles announced, taking the black box out of his pocket.
“Wait, are you?” Malia asked in disbelief.
“Now, I’m not gonna get down on one knee because I would probably fall off this Jeep in the process because I’m so nervous. I’m just gonna ask you one thing. You said coyotes have one mate for life, am I yours?” Stiles opened the box to reveal a diamond ring.
“Is that even a question? Yes.” Malia replied. Stiles slipped the ring on her finger. She grabbed his face and connected their lips. She climbed onto his lap and their lips moved together fervently as their hands roamed each other.
Stiles reluctantly broke away. “As much as I would love to continue that, maybe in the backseat, we have places to go and it will be dark soon.” Stiles said.
Malia looked at the already setting sun and sighed. “I guess we should go.” Malia agreed. She sighed and got off the hood. Stiles gathered the blanket and put it away in the back.
They climb back into the car with wide grins. Just looking at each other prompted them to laugh. Stiles started the engine and pulled out of the forest preserve.
“Where to?” Malia asked.
Stiles gets out the large map of the United States (because he refuses to get a GPS). “Anywhere we want. We’ve got our whole lives.” Stiles replied, passing the Beacon Hills sign.
Hii @bilesallenskiimagines I’m your Secret Easter Bunny, I’ve had a lot of fun talking to you, it was nice to get to know a little bit someone who also loves Stalia! Again sorry for not asking questions till just weeks ago.
Dear Malia,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything I did that hurt you, I know I’m late I should have written you this letter just after that happened. But as the coward that I am I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I am aware that these words written in this paper won’t fix all the damage but I was hoping that at least after I tell you my side and if you want we can meet.
I kissed Lydia, after all those years of being obsessed with her I finally had her, I had spent years dreaming of what dating Lydia and hearing those three words come out of her mouth. But in once I got it felt empty, the thing I expected to feel, the butterflies that everyone said I’d feel when I kissed the one didn’t appear, and then I saw you. I saw you, your electric blue eyes shining bright but they weren’t accompanied by that beautiful smile you used to wear, those eyes were filled with tears and the smile drawn onto your rosy lips was forced. I’m sorry I should have noticed earlier that Lydia was just an obsession like when we are kids and we want a toy so badly but when we get it, it isn’t what you expected, after that I spent hours trying to figure out why and you were the only thing on my mind, I broke our promise I left without you and now that I’m coming back I hope your still there.
If you’re still there please come meet me at the place where I showed you that I trust you, come the 26th of October.
Forever yours,
Stiles
Here I am, Lydia’s lake house basement, there still are the claw marks. Being here brings so many memories, all hose full moons trying to control my powers and then that night, the night that I felt most scared but also the night I felt more loved and cared about.
That night I discovered that just the sound of his voice helped me concentrate more than any exercise or practice Scott ever made me do.
“Hey” I turn around to see him; my anchor, my first kiss, my first time, the first person I cared about in a long time, the one that made being human worth it.
“Hi” and just with that his signature smirk appears “listen can we have that talk somewhere other than here, I just don’t feel comfortable right now”
And with that we ended up walking around in the forest, surrounded by the sound of the wind making the warm-coloured leaves fall, dancing around till they hit the ground.
“I’m sorry” his soft voice brought me back from my trance “I’ so sorry Mal, I know I can’t just fix everything I did but please just let m-“
“Just shut up and come here Stiles” I hugged him, I hugged him and the black hole that I felt inside me disappeared, I don’t care if I had him as a friend, as a brother or as a boyfriend all I wanted was for him to be by y side when I needed him to.
Okay so we are one day away from the big revel🙈🐰❤ and I wanted to know what is your favourite thing about Stiles and Malia's relationship/connection?? 🐰❤
Can I say all of it? I guess not. I love how they weren't afraid to be vulnerable to each other. They both put on this fake, strong exterior to the outside world, but they need somewhere that is safe to take that off and they found it in each other. Malia told Stiles about her mom and sister. Stiles told Malia about being possessed. Both of those experiences were the worst of their lives, yet it was almost easy for them to tell each other.
❤🐰: Second favourite ship?? (Mine is actually Scallison😂❤)
Out of Teen Wolf of just ever? I'm not sure so I'll answer both. Teen Wolf: Scira (I love Scallison too, but Scira stole my heart) All shows: My heart sings for Delena from TVD.
I did ask you things but I promised myself I would do 1 Q per day I didn't keep that promise...😭 Okaay my question for today: Do you enjoy listening to books?? As in Audiobooks ❤🐰
It's completely fine! You seem like such a better bunny than me. I'm not really one for audio books because that sets a specific pace that I have to read at and I like reading at my own. I also enjoy just looking at the text itself, I feel like I can understand it more.
Me agaain😂😍🐰 Okay unusual question but what is your LEAST favourite thing about Stalia? Or what do you hate most about a Stalia Fanfic or Au?? ❤🐰
My least favorite thing about Stalia is that they didn't get any closure. Stiles and Malia don't like talking about things, so of course they would ignore their relationship after it ended. That's the thing I like the least is that they act like their relationship never happened.
OMG I'M SUCH A BAD SECRET STALIA EASTER BUNNY😭 I DIDN'T ASK YOU ANYTHING UNTIL TODAY I'M SO SORRY🙏😭 Do you like chichè things? (Like tu popular girl end up with nerdy guy kind) ❤🐰
Wait, you've been asking me things. I'm confused... But to answer your question I'm not really one for cliches. The popular girl nerdy boy is something I despise. Idk I just can't get with them.
Hiiiii😍 your stalia easter bunny heree bunny🐰 😂 okay I know I'm a bit annoying😅 just wanted to ask where are you froom??🤔
You're not annoying at all! I honestly love this, my inbox has been empty for awhile. I'm from the U.S. one of the central states. I'm not gonna go much more specific because it's the internet and all :)
Your Stalia Easter Bunny again😋 Just wanted to ask what your fave Stalia quote is??💕 🐰💕
Of course some of my favorite quotes are the "I'd never leave you behind" and "I would never leave without you." but I think the one that really goes unnoticed is when Malia is at the Lakehouse with Stiles and she asks "But what if I hurt you?" and he says "You aren't going to." or something like that. It showed that even that early in the relationship, he had complete faith in her and Malia was in a painful transformation and all she could think about was Stiles and his safety.
Heeeyy Youuuu❤ I'm your Stalia Easter Bunny🐰💕 What's your favourite thing about Staliaa??
Omg hi! I haven't been on tumblr all day I was trying to avoid Flash spoilers, so sorry I didn't respond sooner. I think that one of my favorite things about Stalia is that they were exactly what each of them needed. Stiles needed someone who understood what it was like to know the darkest part of themselves and still go on every day smiling. He needed someone who appreciated him for who he was from day one. He needed someone who was willing to hold him at night. Malia needed someone who didn't judge her for what she did or how she acted towards other people, and maybe to even appreciate her honesty towards things. She needed a teacher and someone to go through it all with. That's what they were to each other and I love it. (Sorry that was so long I just love them)
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