Plaid and Claws

RP blog for Malia Tate. I hate math.

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Do You Wanna Play with Batman? Plot Kira x Malia

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Malia frowned at the clothing, wondering why that made a costume. She guessed it was an easy first time dress up try out, and she was grateful that Kira wasn’t going to paint her face or do her hair. 

“Which video game?” she asked, taking the shorts from Kira with a giddy smile. Malia knew it was silly, but she wanted to impress Kira somehow to show her how much she meant to Malia. But if Kira was gonna like her, she’d have to like Malia for who she was, or it would never work. Malia kicked herself for wanting to woo Kira. Kira was her friend! And look what happened last time. 

Besides, Malia was terrible at acting. 

“I’ll look like a hunter,” she managed, a glint in her eye. “I’ll be like Braeden!” 

“Tomb Raider,” she answers, bouncing on the balls of her feet as Malia took the shorts. “It’s an adventure game. We should play it sometime, I think you’d like it.” Kira could feel the electricity crackling in the air, eyes glancing up to the ceiling as her lights flickered slightly. Her powers seemed to enjoy giving away her over excitement. Of course she of all people would have abilities that liked to embarrass her.

Flustered, she drops the harnesses on her side table and goes back to the closet to get her own costume. “Yeah! I think Braeden and Lara Croft have a lot in common. More reason to play the game,” Kira rambles, wishing her nerves would subside. She wants to seem cool to Malia. Which the kitsune has accepted she is totally not. But she could dream. “You’ll look as bad ass as Braeden with the guns. Fake ones, obviously.”

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Malia sat on Kira’s bed and smiled, Kira’s energy finally seeping into her veins. “Yeah, I’d love to play it!” 

She chuckled a little at Kira’s display of lights, but thought she was just excited to share her hobbies with someone. Malia was constantly amazed at Kira’s powers, and her ability to learn quickly. Power was hard won, Malia had learned that through trail and error. 

“Braeden’s pretty awesome, I hope she’ll teach me some of her moves next time she’s here.” Malia watched Kira dig through her clothes with a keen eye. She wanted to know how Kira was going to be, but she tried to stay collected. “Aww, but real guns would be more intimidating!” 

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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Malia laughed pleasantly, leaning forward onto her elbows. “I like to think the animals were smart enough to think that. Except the cougars. Always run from them.” She grinned, flexing her legs and thinking of how simple it had been to lose her human emotions and just run away. But they had always crept back, and Malia had a hard time dealing with them as an animal.

“I think I was somewhere in between, like a teenager,” she answered, still smiling. It was nice to speak to someone about her life and not have to lie or lessen the blow of the information so they wouldn’t feel bad for her. She was sure Allison pitied her, but she didn’t act on it and that was appreciated. 

Allison laughed softly, dimpled smile showing. “I’ll keep that advice in mind next time I trek too deep in the woods.” With all the creatures she’s come face to face with in her young life, she hopes a cougar wouldn’t be a problem. Last thing she wanted was to have survived true monsters…only to fall to a giant cat. What a blow to her legacy that would be.

“Shame. I’d been imagining just this small puppy of a coyote growling and scaring off the big, bad animals,” she teases lightly, though she supposes it was a blessing Malia hadn’t been too small or weak to defend herself those early years.

Her dark eyes flick over to the waiter who stops at their table, the huntress sitting up a bit straighter as he asks what they want to drink, glad he didn’t seem to have overheard them chatting. “Just a water for me, thank you.”

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Malia laughed and leaned against the table further. “That would have been interesting, but I had a steep learning curve to tackle.” Malia thought of how scared she’d been and how at such a young age she had decided that that was punishment for her sins. She had been too stubborn to die for them. 

Malia nodded at the waiter after Allison spoke to him. “And I’d like Root Beer.” Pop was an exciting new thing, and though Stiles told her it was bad for her health, she still treated herself every once in a while. 

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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Malia glanced at the menu, uninterested in anything else at the moment but her pizza-deer hybrid. 

She caught Allison’s and shrugged, leaning aback into the booth. “Yeah, I mean, I remembered what happened. Of what I could make out of it, at least.”

Malia remembered running through the woods, covered in blood and trying to wash it off in the river in coyote form. She had clips of protecting her family’s car, her sisters doll. She loved, even as an animal. 

Allison keeps her face blank, not wanting any sign of pity to flicker across her features. The huntress always teetered on the edge of the idea that helping Malia might not have been right. She can’t imagine being ripped from the human world to animal one, and then ripped out of it and forced back to society. Not to mention be thrust into the Hale family.

“You must have been queen of the woods,” she says lightly, twisting in the booth so her legs stretched out, leaning back against the wall. “Were you a full sized coyote that first year? Or did you grow up from like a pup?”

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Malia laughed pleasantly, leaning forward onto her elbows. “I like to think the animals were smart enough to think that. Except the cougars. Always run from them.” She grinned, flexing her legs and thinking of how simple it had been to lose her human emotions and just run away. But they had always crept back, and Malia had a hard time dealing with them as an animal.

“I think I was somewhere in between, like a teenager,” she answered, still smiling. It was nice to speak to someone about her life and not have to lie or lessen the blow of the information so they wouldn’t feel bad for her. She was sure Allison pitied her, but she didn’t act on it and that was appreciated. 

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Malia goes to a pride event, but there isn’t any room so she leaves, sad and feeling unwelcome.

(Or the one where Kelsie has chronic pain and can’t sit on the ground or stand for long, and couldn’t go to the event)

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Do You Wanna Play with Batman? Plot Kira x Malia

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Malia grinned at her friend as she stumbled over words. She was catching Kira’s excitement, but was also nervous. How would she be able to do this, if she knew nothing about any of it. 

“The only character I really know is wonder woman, or like, cat woman,” she admitted, walking over to the closet with Kira. She stared as her hair shined in the light and Malia bit her lip. 

With a bounce in her step, she gets to her closet and pulls the slide door open, rummaging through her clothes. “Oh! Wonder woman is amazing, you’d look great as her,” Kira hums, glancing up over shoulder to Malia. “Next time we’ll have to get you that costume…if there is a next time I mean.” She hopes there will be. She can imagine how much fun they will have, and it would be nice to have something that is theirs.

Finding the pieces to the costume, she pulls them out, holding up the tank top and shorts in one hand while the other held the gun holsters/harnesses. “Lara Croft!” Kira chirps, beaming up at Malia. “I figured she was easy enough to copy, and you kind of already dress like her so you’d be comfortable. I made sure the colors matched just right, and there’s some fake guns somewhere…she’s not from any comic, but plenty of people dress up like video game characters as well.”

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Malia frowned at the clothing, wondering why that made a costume. She guessed it was an easy first time dress up try out, and she was grateful that Kira wasn’t going to paint her face or do her hair. 

“Which video game?” she asked, taking the shorts from Kira with a giddy smile. Malia knew it was silly, but she wanted to impress Kira somehow to show her how much she meant to Malia. But if Kira was gonna like her, she’d have to like Malia for who she was, or it would never work. Malia kicked herself for wanting to woo Kira. Kira was her friend! And look what happened last time. 

Besides, Malia was terrible at acting. 

“I’ll look like a hunter,” she managed, a glint in her eye. “I’ll be like Braeden!” 

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Lost Homes

Malia trudged up the Stilinski’s stairs to the front door. She stared at the doorknob and clung to it thoughtlessly. She used to do this all the time, just walk in and be at ease. Grab junk food, cuddle with Stiles. Now there was a barrier between her and that place, a space betwixt them. They were no longer lovers. She had no idea what that meant. The knob flew out of her hand and she was surprised to find Stiles face to face with her. 

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“Hey,” Stiles said, his voice low and even. He hadn’t expected her to take this long to come see him, but he didn’t blame her for the wait. It wasn’t as if he’d gone to seek her out. But they were long overdue, and Stiles was tired of waiting. “You, uh, wanna come in?”

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“Sure,” she said brightly, dripping with uncertainty and sweat from running there. She grinned but it was awkwardly fake. After they stood in his doorway for a second she felt the walls crept up on her so she breezed past him. She felt at once comfortable and too small for her skin. She itched at her arm and too a deep breath. “I don’t know how to do this.”

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Stiles felt his lips twitch at her words, well aware that though he’d had a great deal more socialization than her, he didn’t really know what to do either.

“You wanna sit on the couch and have some hot cider? And, uh, try talking?”

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“Um, yeah, sure!” 

Malia slide onto the couch that she had sat on so many times before, but felt stale and whittled in it. She glanced at Stiles and tried to shrug it off. It was Stiles, after all, and she loved him and his fickle ways. 

“You should have some hot cider with me!” 

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“You know what,” he says as he heads into the kitchen, “I think I will.”

He makes quick work of heating the cider on the stove top, his mind as firmly on the act as he can manage. There’s no use worrying over what he can’t change. When it’s warm enough, he pours it into matching blue mugs and joins her on the couch.

“How have you been?” He asks her, his fingers brushing hers when he hands over her mug.

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Her mind went straight to the touch when he asked her the question. She stammered, “I, uh, have been...better.” Which, wasn’t a lie. She had been really hurt by the whole ordeal. She loved him, but knew she had to let him go. But he’d always be her person, her friend, but it was so hard to consolidate that with the fact that things were different now. “How about you?” she asked absentmindedly, taking a small sip of the cider. 

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Do You Wanna Play with Batman? Plot Kira x Malia

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Malia found herself smiling at Kira and her excitement. She had never done anything like this before and had no idea what to expect, but she wasn’t worried. This was Kira’s idea, and she always had…interesting ideas at least. Malia walked over to her and touched a comic, unsure but entertained. 

“Aren’t we supposed to change into costumes at these things?” 

“Yes,” answered Kira enthusiastically, reaching for her backpack to safely tuck the tickets inside so she wouldn’t lose them. “It’s called cosplaying, technically. Well, I think it’s cosplaying when you go all out. Our’s won’t be too over the top…that costs a lot of money,” she states, voice dipping a bit in sadness at the end. How she’d love to show up in full blown Poison Ivy outfit, makeup and all, or maybe even Harley Quinn if she could pull that off.

“But I have a few things we can wear! I’ve worked on mine for…an amount of time I am not willing to admit,” Kira laughs awkwardly, cheeks tinting pink. “I got you a costume, I was gonna lend you one…but you are kind of a lot taller than me so…” The kitsune chews her lip before jumping up, carefully stepping around her comics spread on the floor, walking to her closet to grab the garment.

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Malia grinned at her friend as she stumbled over words. She was catching Kira’s excitement, but was also nervous. How would she be able to do this, if she knew nothing about any of it. 

“The only character I really know is wonder woman, or like, cat woman,” she admitted, walking over to the closet with Kira. She stared as her hair shined in the light and Malia bit her lip. 

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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Malia plopped down in the booth and sighed. She fiddled with her hair and bit her lip. She doubted it would taste the same cooked as it did raw. She liked the hunt, the chase, the relief that she would survive for a while. But, the taste would probably be more…suitable for Allison. 

“I do, I remember chasing and playing with other animals, too,” she said, glancing at her friend. 

Allison grabs two menus from the rack sat on the end of the booth’s table, handing one to Malia. They knew what they came for, but she was planning on maybe a backup if deer topped pizza wasn’t all that…edible.

She opens the menu, peeking over it to meet her friend’s eyes. “Did you have thoughts, feelings, as a coyote?” Allison asks slowly, knowing the two haven’t really touched on this subject. She was certain Stiles, perhaps Derek, knew of most of Malia’s animal life, and the huntress wanted to learn more of her newest friend’s past.

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Malia glanced at the menu, uninterested in anything else at the moment but her pizza-deer hybrid. 

She caught Allison’s and shrugged, leaning aback into the booth. “Yeah, I mean, I remembered what happened. Of what I could make out of it, at least.”

Malia remembered running through the woods, covered in blood and trying to wash it off in the river in coyote form. She had clips of protecting her family’s car, her sisters doll. She loved, even as an animal. 

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[text] Hey.

[text] Hey. [text] Are you well?

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[text] yeah

[text] No

[text] I’ve been thinking about what happened. 

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[text] With us, or with you? [text]. Can I do anything?

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[text] Mostly me, but everything too. 

[text] Maybe if you had known you would have stopped it. 

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[text] As difficult as it is to think about, wondering about the “might-have-been” does nothing more than make that worse. I’d like to say I would have protected you with all I am but it’s not something I can say with 100% certainty, even though I’d like to. I know now that I would try. That I would do whatever it takes to make things okay. [text] I don’t know what to say to convince you of that. Regardless, I am here in whatever capacity you desire.

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[text] I cant help thinking what if Talia had never taken me away. What if I had grown up with Derek and you. I wouldn’t have my dad, or my mom and sister, but...

[text] at least they wouldn’t be dead. 

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[text] Hey.

[text] Hey. [text] Are you well?

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[text] yeah

[text] No

[text] I’ve been thinking about what happened. 

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[text] With us, or with you? [text]. Can I do anything?

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[text] Mostly me, but everything too. 

[text] Maybe if you had known you would have stopped it. 

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[text] Hey.

[text] Hey. [text] Are you well?

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[text] yeah

[text] No

[text] I’ve been thinking about what happened. 

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Do You Wanna Play with Batman? Plot Kira x Malia

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Malia stared forlornly at the boxes and boxes of comics strewn about Kira’s room. She hadn’t been into that sort of thing as a kid and she missed half of her life being an animal, so she wasn’t sure if she even knew any superheroes. It’s not something you think about in between sleeping and surviving. But, this was Kira, and Malia wasn’t going to say no to her.  “Hey, Kir,” she said, trying not to let her voice sound unsure. 

Kira was muttering softly to herself, eyes flitting across the pages of her comic at rapid speed. She was a self proclaimed nerd and proud. Her comic collection was something she prided herself on. Before coming to town, she was nothing, no one. People saw through her. She’d wished to be super, to be extraordinary.

Well, be careful what you wish for.

Even with her new found kitsune abilities, and the looming knowledge of hundreds of years of life hanging over her head, she still enjoyed the escapism her comics provided. At least she wouldn’t die before the stories ended. Most likely.

She jumps, whipping her head up at the sound of Malia. Her face breaks into a wide smile, putting her comic aside. “Hi, Malia!” she chirps, motioning with her hand for the coyote to come closer. “Thanks so much, no one else wanted to do this with me. But it’s going to be fun I promise.” She reaches into a pocket, pulling out two tickets. “I would have hated going alone.”

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Malia found herself smiling at Kira and her excitement. She had never done anything like this before and had no idea what to expect, but she wasn’t worried. This was Kira’s idea, and she always had...interesting ideas at least. Malia walked over to her and touched a comic, unsure but entertained. 

“Aren’t we supposed to change into costumes at these things?” 

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Lost Homes

Malia trudged up the Stilinski’s stairs to the front door. She stared at the doorknob and clung to it thoughtlessly. She used to do this all the time, just walk in and be at ease. Grab junk food, cuddle with Stiles. Now there was a barrier between her and that place, a space betwixt them. They were no longer lovers. She had no idea what that meant. The knob flew out of her hand and she was surprised to find Stiles face to face with her. 

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“Hey,” Stiles said, his voice low and even. He hadn’t expected her to take this long to come see him, but he didn’t blame her for the wait. It wasn’t as if he’d gone to seek her out. But they were long overdue, and Stiles was tired of waiting. “You, uh, wanna come in?”

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“Sure,” she said brightly, dripping with uncertainty and sweat from running there. She grinned but it was awkwardly fake. After they stood in his doorway for a second she felt the walls crept up on her so she breezed past him. She felt at once comfortable and too small for her skin. She itched at her arm and too a deep breath. “I don’t know how to do this.”

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Stiles felt his lips twitch at her words, well aware that though he’d had a great deal more socialization than her, he didn’t really know what to do either.

“You wanna sit on the couch and have some hot cider? And, uh, try talking?”

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“Um, yeah, sure!” 

Malia slide onto the couch that she had sat on so many times before, but felt stale and whittled in it. She glanced at Stiles and tried to shrug it off. It was Stiles, after all, and she loved him and his fickle ways. 

“You should have some hot cider with me!” 

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Of Deer and Pizza Plot Allison x Malia

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Malia slipped inside the hole in the wall that called itself a pizza place. She wondered if that should mean she should trust it more because it wasn’t a big chain place. She doubted mainstream pizza places had deer as a topping. 

She’d never really tried them together, but it had been so long since she had deer that she figured she’d like it no matter what. She opened the door wider for Allison and grinned at her, moving up and down on her toes. 

“This was a great idea, I think,” Malia told her as they entered. 

Allison wrinkled her nose, eyeing up the so called pizza place with questioning dark eyes. She tried not to be picky, was a rather adventurous eater, but the huntress quite appreciated establishments that were legit and up to code. All the smiling faces in their seats though eased her concerns

A quick nod of thanks as Malia held the door, Allison stepped inside, spotting an open booth and making her way over. “We’ll soon see how good an idea this was,” she teases lightly, then quirks a brow in question. “Do you still remember the taste? From back then, I mean.”

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Malia plopped down in the booth and sighed. She fiddled with her hair and bit her lip. She doubted it would taste the same cooked as it did raw. She liked the hunt, the chase, the relief that she would survive for a while. But, the taste would probably be more...suitable for Allison. 

“I do, I remember chasing and playing with other animals, too,” she said, glancing at her friend. 

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Kira: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Malia: You know, I’m not much of a jewellery person.

Kira: You don’t have to wear it.

Malia: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

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Kira: I wish I could make boys nervous.

Allison: Holding a knife to their neck usually does the trick for me.