tbh it's malia

werecoyote. female. math sucks.

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Happy birthday Malia Tate! Born November 28th.

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“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” —John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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@undyingchimera - thought of you! 

[maliatatetbh]

Time had passed. Surely, it had, right? There was no way to tell how much, as they were in a room completely enclosed by concrete, not a window in sight. Being under the influence of whatever-the-hell type of wolfsbane they burned into her skin hadn’t exactly allowed her to maintain a sense of internal timekeeping.

The one thing it had afforded her was a series of visions of her mother, her sister, and her father. Her family. The Tates, who chose her to share their name. Memories from her childhood sustained her through reliving the horrors of the crash… birthday dinners quickly dissolved into The Desert Wolf’s eyes glinting at her through the windshield as her vision clouded over with blood.

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Reblogging this for @witchlyaveryfrost - the bit about seeing Avery make it snow got me right in the feels tonight.

I love that we’re getting to write these two again!

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witchlyaveryfrost:

Avery felt her heart thud in her chest as she tared at Malia. “I… I…” It was a good question, a solid question. Why hadn’t she called? There wasn’t a good reason, not really. She just.. She wasn’t used to having people outside of family that were worth hanging on to. And yes, she had found some in the pack but… It was hard to make that change. But it was more than that, so much more.

”I…  I couldn’t. I couldn’t.” Her voice cracked as tears pricked her eyes. “Leaving you.. It broke my heart.”

She swallowed, wanting anything but to break down. After all, she had no right to. Malia was the one who had been left behind after all.

“I thought… I thought… I thought you’d be better off. Without me.” the words were hard to find, hard to get out. “I just… You’re the world to me Malia. You… You know that right? You’re my world. And I… I panicked.”

"Did you think I wouldn't care?" Malia responded to Avery's admission that leaving broke her heart. She was blinking hard, feeling kind of angry and kind of elated at the same time. "I care so much, Avery. I care so much about you." Her voice wavered, but her tone was strong.

"You're the world to me, Malia..." it was like everything was spinning. Did Avery really just say that? That she was Avery's world? That she was wanted?

"You know how I managed to live through the hell those hunters put me through?" She sniffled, voice breaking. "It was you. Every time I hallucinated, every time I thought I was just going to die, I'd see you. Every good thought I had in that horrible place was about you. I’d think about you and know that even if I didn't make it out, I'd be okay." She wasn't sure she was spelling this out clearly enough, so she kept going.

"I was with Nate. I should have been thinking about him all that time, but all I thought about was you." She grabbed Avery's hands again, tilting her head to make eye contact. "You're my world, too. You're my anchor."

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undyingchimera:

Oh, but he wasn’t done trying to tempt her, to push her over the edge. For a second he considered on taking off his shirt too, but that would’ve been far too obvious. Thankfully, the answer came to him more easily than he imagined. If she wanted to use him as support to get to the ceiling tiles that meant physical contact, and really, why would Theo ever deny her such a thing?

Just like her, Theo got a hold of her shoulder, meeting her eyes with a gentle gaze first.

“Don’t worry, Malia. I won’t let you fall,” he warned as warmly as he could, stretching his back for a moment and then putting his hands together, intertwining his fingers for them to serve as support for Malia to step on.

He crouched a little for her to get her footing more easily, ready to prop her up with all his strength.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

"Don't worry, Malia. I won't let you fall." Honeyed words, but they still unsettled her. Her heart sped up. Any attempt she’d been making to conceal her scent, her heartbeat - all of it went out the window with that sentence. 

She liked the way he looked at her when he said that. 

She believed him. She believed him so much, she didn't even think to respond with a sarcastic remark. Instead, she took a deep breath, and stepped one foot into Theo's hands, using his shoulder to steady herself as she reached toward the ceiling.

Malia wasn't a short girl, even so, the top of the elevator was a farther stretch than she'd anticipated. "Shit," she swore under her breath. 

She put it together quickly: 

She was going to need both hands to reach the ceiling. 

She couldn't keep one hand steady on his shoulder. 

She’d have to rely on him completely. 

She had to stop pretending she was completely in control. 

She swallowed and looked down at him, eyes fierce. "You have to hold onto me." It wasn't a question. It wasn't just a directive. It was a challenge.

[maliatatetbh]

{ooc}

To my lovely rp partners,

I’ve been MIA this week because I was recently laid off from my writing job that I looooved. The agency I worked for lost their biggest client, and I was cut along with 10 other writers.

That being said, I’ve been putting pretty much all of online time on applying for new jobs. I’ll get around to responses this weekend. 

In the meantime, I’ve been binge-watching Scream, so if you wanna come screech with me, please do.

[maliatatetbh]

MUSE AESTHETIC  - SEX / ROMANCE EDITION

BOLD any that apply to your muse / your muse would do

italicize any of your muse’s turn-ons / likes

strike any of your muse’s turn-offs / dislikes

Feel free to add to the list! REPOST, NOT REBLOG!

heterosexual. homosexual. bisexual. pansexual. asexual. demisexual. graysexual. monogamous. polyamorous. long-term relationships. casual relationships.

rough. loud. growling. screaming. crying. sobbing. gentle. tender. whispers. moaning. touching others. touching self. being touched. lingering caresses. kisses. french kisses. licking. nibbling. biting. scratching. hair pulling. dominance. submission. switch. power play. struggles. wrestling. hugs. cuddling. shower / bath sex. up against a wall. being held down. spanking. body worship. breasts. butts. legs. thighs. feet. hands. ears. love bites. innuendo. ( light ) choking. breath play. bondage. leather. silk. velvet. lace. being watched. watching others. half-clothed. bared skin. teasing. indoors. outdoors. public. private. lingerie. stockings. corsets.

tagged by: @undyingchimera tagging: @witchlyaveryfrost!

[maliatatetbh]

Honest! - Avery

I didn’t really see Avery when we first met. She literally ran into me, and I was going to be late for class. I didn’t even stop, but we were going to the same place. She followed me and kept up with me. That makes me smile now.

I really first noticed her when I took a ball one of her siblings had kicked over their fence into my dad’s yard. I thought she had beautiful eyes and a sweet face. I didn’t want to walk back home. 

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undyingchimera:

“Woah. Touchy subject. Dully noted,” Theo mused kindly, keeping in mind everything he was coming to learn about her. It was all part of the game in the end. The more he knew about his victim, the easier it was to manipulate them. He was coming to learn what buttons to press and how, what angle to take, which side to approach her.

Like just now, he didn’t fail to notice she seemed to be hypnotized by the way his body curved beneath that t-shirt. But he knew how to play the long game, how to let things cook in slow fire. After all, he was playing to win and he had the patience for it.

“I don’t think that would help any. You’d still be trapped here. The doors could be malfunctioning too,” he mused as he inspected the tiles as well. “But if you want to give it a try, I can always give you a lift.”

Because, of course, getting his hands on Malia’s body with an excuse to do so was just another step in the right direction. That and, well, he still needed them to believe he was in Beacon Hills to help.

They had to try. It was too stuffy, she was getting too sweaty, and it wasn't going to be okay if they couldn't get out of here.  

She looked up at the ceiling tiles, trying to find one that looked like it might give. She shrugged out of her flannel and tied it around her waist, leaving her bare-armed in her faded camisole.

She took a step closer to Theo and raised her eyebrows. She hated that she had to fight to keep her eyes on his face. He wasn't anything if not strong. She'd seen him lift weights, how swiftly he shifted back into his human form, the spread of his back... She did her best to put those thoughts out of mind and cleared her throat. "Let's do this." She reached for his shoulder and hoped for the best.

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“You didn’t feel distant to me,” she answered quietly, swallowing back fear, shame, embarrassment at the quick admission. She didn’t want to let go of Avery’s hand, even though there were so many conflicting emotions she was feeling. “I’d go anywhere with you. I was going to tell you…”

She trailed off, heat rising in her cheeks, the sharp tingling of tears threatening to make themselves known. She was relieved and sad and happy and confused all at once and her heart hadn’t ever felt like this before.

“Why didn’t you try to call me? I mean, I know I’m not great at phone calls but you could have tried.” She blinked hard. “You were just gone. And Nate left, too and I was just… alone. It was horrible.”

There it was. She’d said it out loud. She had been miserable. Lovesick, aimless.

She didn’t know what else to say. Those good old feelings of abandonment had definitely reared their ugly head when both Avery and Nate left town. And she thought she was past that… that killing her mother and moving in with Derek and finding her half-sister would heal her of those wounds… but it hadn’t. Maybe they would always be there, like shadows. 

She wanted them gone… wanted to tell Avery that with her, she’d felt like she’d finally been in the light, but she was too choked up. She dropped Avery’s hand and looked away.

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Put "Honest" in my askbox for my muse's honest opinion of your muse when they first met.

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Why not

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{ooc}

I can’t be the only person that feels like rp accounts have tiiiiiny font these days, right? I mean, I have 20/20 vision, but I’m over here squinting and using the zoom like an elderly person. 

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undyingchimera:

Theo was not blind to the tension he was getting to build between them, which only worked in his favor. The more he could make her stray, fall into temptation, the better. He knew he was already making things rocky between her and Stiles and, if he could just add a few more pushes here and there, she’d be at his mercy.

You could never have enough pawns, he had come to learn.

“You have a point right there. Being locked up with him sounds… Well, not pleasant. I could only imagine,” he mused with a warm, empathetic voice as he slid the jacked off his shoulders, exposing the tight long sleeved shirt he wore below it. It definitely wasn’t a coincidence that he picked up that shirt when he knew he would be running into Malia.

“… Why is it so hot in here?”

Her brows knit together in a look of annoyance. "You don't know anything about him," she bit back. Why was she being so defensive of Peter? She didn't even like him. She felt like she had to contradict everything Theo said, on principle. But who's principle was it? Stiles? Stiles who wasn't talking to her, who was growing more and more distant each day? Scott? Scott who seemed to trust Theo implicitly? Why was she being so defensive?

She suddenly felt like she needed to stand up. She didn't like the feeling of staying seated while he stood. It made her feel... uneasy. Vulnerable.

She snuck a peek at Theo's body as he slipped out of his jacket. Damn. Why did he have to look so good? He wasn't gangly like Stiles, or lean like Scott. He was solid. He looked like he could lift anything, push anything, handle anything he wanted to. She had half a mind to let him.

She averted her gaze as soon as she felt like he might notice. She didn't want to give him any more leeway than he already had. That day in the locker room had been close, too close, maybe.

Malia rolled up her sleeves and pushed her hair behind her ear as she stood. "Do you think we could get out through the roof?" she asked, looking up at the ceiling tiles. "It's stuffy as hell in here." The longer they were stuck in here, the harder it was going to be for her to not do something stupid.

Why couldn't he just be ugly?

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witchlyaveryfrost:

Avery stared at her, unable to take her eyes off of her because there was no way that Malia Tate was really here in front of her. It was hard to believe, in the best way imaginable. “you’re here,” she whispered.

As she felt the kiss, she suddenly felt truly home for the first time in months.

“I missed you too,” she whispered, her hands Malia’s hips. Avery felt her breathing relax as her forehead rested against the other girl’s. “Do you have time to come inside? Or we could take a walk? It’d be a bit quieter…”

Although in truth she  was happier  she didn’t care where she was with Malia, as long as she was with her.

"I'd like that," Malia said softly, dropping her hand into Avery's. She didn't let go as they stepped off the porch together. Avery's hands were cool, but not cold, and Malia couldn't help but smile to herself as they began walking. She wasn't going to let go.

"I still can't believe you're here," she said, shaking her head in awe. "I mean, you were here and then you were just gone..." Malia trailed off, not wanting to follow that train of thought. Now wasn't the time to talk about how sad she'd been when Avery had first gone away, what horrible timing it was...

"Why?" she asked, brushing her bangs behind her ear. "Why did your parents send you away? If that's even what happened." She couldn't keep the pang of anger from surfacing. The last sentence came off more wry and pointed than concerned. It had been too hard, too miserable, too unexpected and infuriating that one moment, they were sitting on the couch at the loft, drinking hot coffee, and the next... Avery was just gone.  

Malia didn't want to make Avery feel bad, because here she was, right here, in the flesh, holding her hand and walking with her. She bit her tongue and looked down at the concrete, waiting for an answer.

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“….” Scott yelled as he tried to block the shots being fired. “Where are you?!”

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As soon as she heard Scott call for her, Malia instinctively switched direction and began sprinting to the door at the end of the long hallway. She’d been trying to find him for the last 5 minutes. 

“I’m here, Scott!” she yelled back. She could hear his heart pounding in the distance. “I’m coming!”

Skidding through the entryway, Malia’s eyes darted around the space, looking desperately for her alpha. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and ran toward it. Behind that post. That was him.

She skidded to a halt, nudging Scott’s shoulder as she stopped her own movement and announced breathlessly, “I’m here.”

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[maliatatetbh]

@witchlyaveryfrost This song popped into my head as I was writing that last reply. I think it suits them.

you may think she’s Christ-like

but my lover is childlike.

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witchlyaveryfrost:

At long last, Avery was finally free. There was no more boarding school. No more bullying. No more sharing disgusting bathrooms. She was home, to stay this time.

She’d gotten home early that morning and had barely had time to shower (God she missed having a shower that she didn’t have to share with 20 pretentious girls) before being tackled by her many siblings.

And yet, as badly as she had missed them, her thoughts kept travelling to the house across the fence.

Malia had mentioned moving afrer the kidnapping. Had she?

Was Malia upset with her for leaving so abruptly? God she hoped Xavier had told Malia that she didn’t want to go. But yet… Avery had been distant long before the move.

Guilt was always ever present at the bottom of her gut for that. She’d isolated everyone and there wasn’t a day that she didn’t regret it.

Besides if she hadnt have done that.. Well her concerned parents wouldn’t have sent her back East.

It wasn’t the same boarding school- thank God- it was a new one. In New York. It was better. Fewer bullies, or maybe Avery had learned not to care so much.

She felt a sudden but familiar twinge in her heart because she knew exactly who had taught her not to care.

Malia.

The other girl had taught her many things. About love, life, bravery, sexuality. There wasn’t a moment where Avery didn’t wish she had told Malia how she felt.

As the sound of doorbell filled the crazy house, Avery quickly moved through her siblings, pulling at her shirt due to a random burst of nerves. Where had that come from?

She grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, eyes landing on none other than Malia Tate. The words ‘hey neighbor’ rang in her head, the oh so familiar words.

“Malia,” she gasped. All anxiety’s forgotten, she grabbed the other girl into a hug, holding her as close as she could as she fought back tears of joy.

Snapping out of it, Malia squeezed Avery around the waist and closed her eyes. She wanted to take in every bit of Avery that she could - the way her hair smelled, soft and clean and like flowers... even the way her heart was beating sounded joyful.

Malia felt so calm, so home. She realized Avery was crying when she finally pulled away. "Oh," she smiled, unable to keep herself from grinning. "Oh, sweetie," she repeated, sounding an awful lot like Lydia. 

Malia raised her hand to Avery's cheek and took care to brush the other girl's tears away as gently as possible with her thumb. "You're adorable.”

She took a step closer to her then, and drew Avery's forehead down so she could kiss her. She let the kiss linger before resting her own forehead against Avery's.

"I missed you," she whispered.