wild thing;

indie & selective malia tate from teen wolf. (tracking satisfortis)

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hastodosomething:

          sleep is so good, but there’s little better than waking up with someone else in your bed. especially when that girl happens to be a really cute coyote. malia’s just sometimes rather impatient about how long he likes to sleep in. scott grumbles a little bit at the first kiss, but then smiles and kisses her back at the second one. his arms come up and pull her down and against him, holding her there as he kisses a little more firmly. “– fine, i’m awake.”

          malia grins into the kiss. she’d already known she’d win. scott isn’t one to turn away kisses even if they are waking him up. “it’s about time,” she mumbles against his lips. the coyote moves down a little lower, presses a soft kiss to his bottom lip, and then teasingly catches it between her teeth before sucking on it. it doesn’t last long. once she releases him she shifts her legs to either side of his waist, effectively straddling him as she sits up. “or maybe this is just a really good dream.”

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piaememoriae:

       ever curious, lydia still observed malia and tried to fill in the blanks. she couldn’t sense pheromonal shifts or scent her friends as the others could, but she was well-versed in behavior to know that something was up with malia. something slightly different. adding up with the polite decline in the kitchen, this made lydia wonder if certain conditions had come into play ( but how likely was that so early into their marriage? ). to her pleasant surprise, her intuition was more acute than she thought when given the telltale imaging and delight transformed milky features. “you’re pregnant?!” dulcet tones reached a high-pitched, whispery frequency and the smile reached sparkling basil-green hues. she couldn’t hide how happy she was for her, for them. only a few years ago, lydia wondered if they would be lucky enough to reach this point and it was happening for everyone. she was surprised they made it past college, and it truly did feel miraculous. “congratulations…” 

after fishing a medium-sized tin of ginger mints from her purse filling the empty chair beside them, lydia slid it to malia. “you’ll need these,” she explained. “they’ll help with the morning sickness, trust me. i still have a stack of them left over from when i was pregnant, since ginger prevents nausea.” dreamy lydia took malia’s hands from across the table, practically buzzing with inspiration. now she would get to be the ‘auntie’ and babysitter, and their children would play together. this is everything lydia wanted for her friends, and her smile was unfading. “but you have to let me throw your baby shower. promise?” 

     “i told you we spent too much time in our room,” she reminded with a meek smile. it’s not surprise that lydia is more excited than malia about the pregnancy. it’s not that she’s unhappy. she’s thrilled scott is so excited about beginning a family. the way his eyes lit up when she told him was sight she’d never forget. she’d just been hoping to enjoy being married for a while before they even approached the subject of trying for a child. the coyote had wished for more time to try and figure out how capable of motherhood she is. it’s not a surprise, either, that things didn’t go as she’d planned. many things don’t for their pack, but things have gotten better since going off to college and settling into adult lives. malia went ahead and placed one of the mints in her mouth to help her nausea and lydia grabbed her hands shortly after. her exuberance was nearly overwhelming.

     the banshee was already thinking of a baby shower? malia gulped. “i promise.” she’d helped them a lot with their wedding just as she had with hers and when she’d been pregnant with sophie. it looked like she was getting to return the favor. the guilt she’d been fighting over not being more ecstatic started washing over her and she pulled her hand’s back from lydia’s to pop a few more mints into her mouth. “we’re telling our parents tonight at dinner. i’m sure scott is gonna tell stiles at some point today.” after that the rest of the pack could--and would--find out. “scott already wants to put together the nursery.” she shook her head at the thought. “we don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl yet.”

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piaememoriae:

    “sure.” after taking a crystal glass and filling it with iced water for malia, she neatly folded some of the desserts between layers of wax paper and slipped them in a plastic container to set aside for them. “these are really pretty. i’m glad you two had a good time.” even as she picked up malia’s phone and began scrolling through an array of colorful photographs logging the exciting trip, she couldn’t help the way her gaze seemed to follow the placement of malia’s hands or the slight change in her tone. automatically, lydia wondered if she could be sick. “ you can sit down if you want… are you okay?” she asked pointedly, her voice saccharine yet interrogatory. while she was happy her friends took time to get away from beacon hills and live the fruitful lives they deserved, she still kept tabs on the things she could including conversational cues and body language — and besides, malia was the very last person lydia would expect to turn down a treat. lydia brought her phone back to the table and pulled out a chair for herself, clearing some of the space sophie’s little art projects occupied and set down her own water on a cherry wood coaster. there was still plenty of catching up to do. “she must get the artistic streak from me,” lydia chirped proudly, smiling down at one of her daughter’s floral doodles. a tree, some daisies and… a dog, obviously. taking a closer look, however, the snout looked a bit too sharp. to lydia, the shape resembled more of a coyote, and she passed it over to malia with an amused expression. “i think she meant to give this to you,” she teased.

     “i’m fine.” the reply left her lips a bit rougher sounding than she’d wanted it to, but she’s still trying to come to terms with the fact that she’s pregnant and going to be responsible for raising a child. sure, she won’t be doing it alone. she has scott. she’s just worried about her maternal instincts and skills. while she loves and adores sophie, she’s not looking after her all hours of the day and she’s afraid of screwing something up. of making a mistake she can’t take back that has disastrous consequences. malia sat down next to lydia at the table and placed her own glass on a matching coaster after drinking half of it. werecoyotes don’t get sick. the only time she’s been sick was back in high school when the rest of the were-creatures were all coming down with the same thing. if she can’t keep it together lydia will figure it out before she can even tell her. dark eyes scanned down to look at the drawing sophie had drawn and she smirked. “definitely you. stiles can’t draw.” she picked it up and placed it beneath her car keys so she wouldn’t forget it. as soon as she got home she’d put it up on the fridge where she could see it. she’ll have to tell sophie just how much she likes it.

     malia picked up her glass and drank the rest of the water before putting it back down on the same coaster. even as she sat there one hand stayed on her stomach while she fought the waves of nausea. the coyote leaned across the table to pull out a small picture she’d stuck into the bag housing stiles’ present. malia stared at it for a few seconds and then sat it down, sliding it across the table to lydia without a single word. prior to arriving at the stilinski household, she’d gone to the doctor and they’d given her a couple of sonogram pictures to show the tiny dot that was her baby. the newlywed watched her closely, waiting for her expression to change and reveal her reaction to the pregnancy.

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piaememoriae:

     lydia carefully took the boxed gift, brows knit together in concentration as she slipped it outside of the bag and unwrapped it. a soft gasp left lydia upon seeing the exquisite earrings, fair features alight almost identically to the way her daughter smiled moments ago. “oh, malia, these are beautiful! thanks.” she used the reflective surface of their microwave to put them on, tilting her face to provide a balanced view of the pearlescent embellishments. “i love them, and i’m sure he’ll appreciate his gift too. that was so thoughtful…” she lifted her gaze to the taller woman and her three-year-old, careful with figurative language while sophie was present ( at least until she went and played elsewhere ). “but let’s be honest with ourselves, is there actually a such thing as ‘too much’?” she arched a brow, a suggestive smirk beginning to shape buxom lips. “i hope you took plenty of pictures. did you see those trees with rainbow bark? personally, i still want to see a eucalyptus deglupta close up. maybe i’ll just have to book a trip on my next vacation,” she chirped, pouring herself a glass of water. “can i get you anything? water, juice? sophie ‘helped’ me bake brownies earlier if you want to take a few home for yourself and scott,” she offered after a moment of catching up.

     malia smiled as she watched lydia appraise her reflection with the new earrings. they suited her well. as soon as she’d seen the coloring, she picked them up and scott had agreed the banshee would take a liking to them. she continued rubbing her neck and nearly missed what her best friend said next. “hm? oh, yeah, we have a ton of pictures. they’re all on my phone if you wanna look.” she pulled her phone out of her pocket and placed it on the table. “we took some of the trees to show you. they’re really neat.” they’d even taken some pictures with them. malia glanced over at the water and nodded. the motion caused her to cringe and she quickly stopped. “water would be great, thanks.” the mention of brownies usually perked the werecoyote up and she’d eat as many as she was offered. especially whenever lydia made them, because she always baked the best desserts in her opinion. however, this time her stomach rolled and her nausea ticked up another level. malia pressed her fingertips to her mouth to try and steady herself, closing her eyes at the same time. “uh,” she began, speaking against her fingers. “maybe just a few for scott. he’ll love them, but i think i’ll pass this time.” he’d probably eat them all after the dinner with their parents that night. they were going to tell them about the pregnancy. scott is way too excited about becoming a father to keep it quiet. her left hand settled on her stomach as she got caught up in her thoughts regarding her husband and how they’re about to start a family. 

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piaememoriae:

    lydia was sitting at the kitchen with little sophie, various craft supplies including watercolor paint sets and paper with magic markers spread out and in colorful use until the door opened. lydia couldn’t help her chortle of delight as she watched her and stiles’ daughter run to greet auntie lia, cheering in high-pitched tones. she couldn’t be more content in this moment; it was her first real taste of family, and she wouldn’t change anything about where she and her pack were now. they were still as close as they were as young teenagers, even closer now after so much. she smiled seeing sophie’s face break out into a rainbow of joy as tiny hands grabbed at some of the shells. “oh, that was so nice of you,” lydia thanked malia as she rose from the chair, leaning against the table’s edge with curiosity piqued. “what do you say, sophie?” lydia prompted expectantly as the child looked between her and malia with her big eyes and long lashes. “thaaank you, auntie lia!” the small girl exclaimed, tiny arms wrapping around her and lydia laughed softly. “you didn’t have to…” she took a step closer to see what else malia brought, gaze idly flickering to the gorgeous ring circling an elegant finger. “so, how was your trip…?” lydia inquired in more of a gushing tone, already insatiable for details.

     “you’re welcome, sophie.” she hadn’t been sure what to get her at first, but they had to make sure it’d fit in their luggage and once she saw the necklace she knew the little girl would love it. malia set her goddaughter down and dug into the bag she’d brought to hand over the little jewelry box. it had a pair of purple toned abalone earrings inside of it. “i thought you might like these.” she placed the bag down on the table. “there’s a present for stiles in there so i’ll just leave it with you.” malia glanced down at the toddler playing with her necklace and cleared her throat. “it was good. really good. we went on a lot of hikes and saw waterfalls. swam and snorkeled a lot. y’know, all of the typical things you do in hawaii.” they’d been gone for two weeks because they actually managed to both save up and get the time off work. the newlyweds even went to more than one island. “stayed in our room a lot...” malia knelt down to be eye level with the tiny redhead and promised her she’d play with her before she left if she gave them a little bit of time alone to catch up. thankfully, sophie decided that sounded like a good deal and she wandered off to her bedroom. malia pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down, rubbing at the back of her neck as she fought with the nausea plaguing her. “...maybe stayed in our room too much.”

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     she’d just stepped through the door and already the littlest stilinski had wrapped herself around her leg, screeching about her arrival. scott and malia had been home from their honeymoon for about a week, but they’d had to immediately return to work and hadn’t been by to see their best friends yet. even though they’re no longer in hawaii they’re still in that honeymoon mindset and wanted a few more nights to themselves. malia had the day off while scott had a vet emergency, though, so it was the perfect time to swing by and see lydia. there’s some news she hasn’t exactly told her or anyone else yet for that matter besides scott. the coyote looked down at her goddaughter with a bright smile and easily picked her up, settling her on her hip and carrying her further into the house. “i have something for you,” she told the excited toddler as she placed a necklace of tiny seashells over her head. she’d picked them up for her at one of the gift shops near the beach. still carrying the redheaded child, she stepped into the kitchen and greeted lydia with a smile, her engagement ring and new wedding band catching in the sunlight streaming through the window. “don’t worry. i got you a present also.” // @piaememoriae

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piaememoriae:

     “as unfortunate as that would be, i’ve never received any complaints so far.” lydia felt herself blush pink with pride, though it would be flattering to be compared with a sweet pastry. that would be a secret goal. “but if i ever do, i can promise you’ll be the first to know and we’ll cry about it over more glorious milkshakes.” she flashed a bright smile, “but to tell you the truth, it’s all of those. being a supernatural princess is such a chore,” she exaggerated with a roll of olive hues, accepting malia’s offer with a genuine smile as a hostess led them to a vacant table dressed with menus and a small carnation in a vase. she didn’t mind treating her friends to a few things on occasion; she had extra cash this weekend, and she felt good about doing these things. it was one of her personal displays of appreciation, and she would let malia return the favor if she wanted. she skimmed the menu, indecisive at first but there was no need after what malia had pointed out. “i was hoping to avoid anything greasy for the sake of my pores, but… now i have to get the sugar cookie one. want to split it?” eyes lit up with a rare ebullience, and she felt no need to compare the other flavors. it was simply too perfect.

     “we’re going to the spa soon, right? i think your pores can handle one greasy meal.” she’s blessed without having to worry about such things. malia shut her menu. “how about this? we split the milkshake and the cheeseburger. half the grease for you and i’ll have more room for whatever scott and i eat.” it’s a little late for lunch and while she can eat pretty much whenever it seemed like a good compromise. the longer she thought about it the more she wanted the cheeseburger. the fact that it came with fries made it even better. “have you ever dipped a french fry in ice cream? it’s good.” the combination of the cold treat with the warm fry made her mouth water at the mere thought of eating them together. “girls are supposed to splurge when they go out together, right?” lydia was a pickier eater than her and watched her diet much more closely. that meant her point had to apply. 

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piaememoriae:

      lydia watched the writing girl in disbelief, shaking her head in denial as if she were given the most ridiculous suggestion imaginable. she couldn’t bring herself to even if it was good for her after all. “i’m not going to hurt you,” she protested. contributing to malia’s agony seemed a hardly beneficial solution. she wanted to take away malia’s suffering, but not that way. “i’m not good at that.” sure, she had a different set of claws when it came to defending herself but lashing out wasn’t her nature and she refused to resort to that. she noticed the tears forming at mocha to electric hues and it hurt even more. she’s never seen malia like this. gingerly, lydia cupped the sides of malia’s face and swept away crystalline droplets with her thumb pads. “but i’m not going anywhere, okay?” she whispered in a soothing tone despite how nettled she was, caressing olive skin and lightly brushing petite digits through chocolate locks as if that were supposed to help. she didn’t want to think about the reactions intensifying, or the possibility of losing malia and it was audible in her wavering voice. “i just need you to stay with me,” she pleaded, hoping to be enough to distract her. “i know it hurts, but can you try?”

     it’s a lot to ask of her and she knows it. knocking your friend out isn’t something anyone wants to do, but she’d be so incredibly grateful if lydia summoned up enough courage and did it. “please!” she groaned out. was she going to have to beg? malia didn’t exactly have an endless supply of energy right now and pleading with her could eat up the rest of it. “you don’t have to be good at it. you just need to be satisfactory.” fighting and physical force is her strength whereas the other girl is more hesitant to tap into the more lethal side of herself. thumbs wiped away some tears that escaped and more quickly gathered at the corners of her eyes. even a werecoyote has her breaking point. she just didn’t think she’d find it. “you can’t go anywhere,” she pointed out. “we’re trapped.” she appreciated the sentiment all the same. lydia’s hands continued caressing across her face and through her hair in attempt to soothe her. the gentle touches contrasted greatly with the war raging inside of her body. malia could feel another howl welling up in her chest, but she didn’t want to give the doctor the satisfaction of hearing it. the coyote rolled over onto her stomach and rested her head in lydia’s lap instead, arms encircling her waist as she clung. “i am. i’m trying,” she promised. using lydia as a sort of physical anchor was one of the only options she had left as her body shook with the effort of staying quiet. malia pressed her face into her friend’s thigh as her mouth opened in a silent cry of anguish.

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piaememoriae:

       “don’t worry, malia, i’m not turning you into a supermodel from the catalogue overnight,” she reassured playfully. “just a couple to start off with. trust me, this pales in comparison to my full-blown shopping sprees.” a smirk crept its way back to pouty lips, reminiscent of the days she would buy five dresses meant and even worn for one evening. it seemed sensible. lydia decided a basket would be helpful and graciously accepted one offered by one of the sales clerks. “that’s precisely why i parade around like a sugar cookie,” lydia beamed, moving around with more ease with the simple mesh tote on her arm and sampling a toasted marshmallow scented lotion. it almost made her want one, and she couldn’t agree more. “i haven’t been there yet, but i’ve heard they serve first class milkshakes. let’s do it.” lydia had to limit herself from buying the whole store, lining up and checking out. “but back to perfumes…” she recalled and slipped her arm around malia’s on the way. “well… now you know my secret: that’s why everyone really wants a taste of lydia martin,” she added with a slow, dramatically flirtatious smile and a quick wink.

     “but do you actually taste like one? what happens if you don’t and the guy is disappointed?” she questioned. that’d probably never happen considering the male would just be happy he’s getting sex but still. malia is curious and wants to know. lydia ended up buying malia the lingerie sets and mentioned milkshakes before nearly dragging her out of the store. the girl playfully rolled her eyes at her joking and cracked a smile. “and here i thought it was the lingerie and perfectly applied lipstick.” malia actually leaned in and sniffed at her neck as they walked along arm in arm. “yep, that’s definitely it. giant walking sugar cookie.” they neared the diner and she looked over at her friend. “i can’t believe you bought me all of this stuff.” she’d spent way too much money on her. “this means i’m buying our lunch. take it as a ‘thank you.’” malia pulled open the door and sat across from her at one of the booths. the teenager flipped open one of the menus and scanned it. no surprise. there’s no venison on the menu so she’ll still settle on a cheeseburger and milkshake. “what kind are you going to get?” she asked as she debated over the choices and then began laughing. “there’s a sugar cookie one!” 

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piaememoriae:

      lydia stilled, feeling herself lose touch with reality for a moment. she never trusted the orderlies, but this was what they did. she felt sick to her stomach as her panic rose to a dizzying proportion. wolfsbane could kill malia. she couldn’t let that happen, but its effects on the werecoyote were spreading violently and lydia was afraid because she didn’t know how to help her. lydia didn’t care about the claws or the partial transition; she reached out to catch malia and gently pull her back to avoid letting her hit the stone cold floor too hard. “malia? malia, just listen to my voice okay?” she turned her friend over and eased her to the floor, crawling on her knees a few feet to grab a pillow from one of their beds and slip it under malia’s head. lydia felt frosted over with an inarticulate fear that death could visit this boarding room and she didn’t want to see it. she hoped malia was strong enough to resist, that if she could get her to calm down she might be able to fight it. she didn’t know much about wolfsbane or shapeshifters, but the best lydia knew she could do was to be with her. with anxiety gluing her lips together, lydia reached out and delicately swept the mess of earthen waves from her dewy forehead. she spoke to malia in a soft tone, unable to formulate another course of action. with next to nothing, there was little to do but wait. “i know it hurts, but could you try closing your eyes and relaxing? maybe… maybe resting will speed up the healing process.” she wished there was something else she could do to help malia.

     focusing on lydia’s voice was easier said than done. she tried, though, and found that also using the sound of her friend’s heartbeat made concentrating a bit easier. the pillow suddenly beneath her head made the cold floor more bearable even though rolling over onto it with help aggravated her current condition. malia lifted her blazing electric blue gaze up to lydia and a small snarl slipped out. “relax? you want me to relax?!” she snapped out. “oh, sure, no problem. it only feels like i’m being burned from the inside out!” the banshee was only trying to help with how limited they are while stuck in the locked room and she hadn’t deserved to be spoken to in such a way. she just hadn’t been able to help it. it’s the worst pain she’s ever felt and it’s becoming more extreme with every passing minute. malia has taken all kinds of pain but this one is different. this one makes her want to tear herself apart just for a chance at relief. to show that she’s sorry she squeezed her eyes shut and tried regulating her breathing. it worked for maybe all of a minute before the coyote was arching up off the floor with pained tears filling brown hues. malia wasn’t one to cry and very rarely teared up. that should prove just how badly it hurts. “how hard can you hit?” she gasped out as her body spasmed. “knock me out,” she growled out in complete seriousness. “do it!”

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piaememoriae:

     “you never knooow,” lydia teased again in a softer tone, knowing too well what could happen so unexpectedly at the least predictable times. a faint smile ghosted her features until malia’s subtle implication, fading somewhat. would lydia need them? she always thought she did, no matter how naturally pretty she already was. lingerie served as an extra boost to her confidence when she learned little tricks to flatter her curves, making her look and feel more desirable. the last thing she wanted was a spell of insecurity at this time, so she tried not to think about it and proceeded with what seemed normal to her. going by malia’s suggestions, she found a few things in the sale bin to match before congregating to the lotions and perfumes. inspecting a glass-bottled vanilla fragrance, she looked back to malia. “one day,” she promised. “you will thank me. maybe not tonight, or next week but you’ll remember this as the shopping trip that changed your life. i mean it.” lace, silk and sequins held a feminine power when meshed with the body; this, the redhead knew from a fashion connoisseur’s perspective. “did you know that the scent of vanilla’s been scientifically proven to stimulate sexual arousal?” she asked idly, lifting the perfume to test it for herself and humming in approval.

     a very unladylike snort sounded from the brunette at lydia’s statement. “okay, i’ll make sure to call you when we’re like fifty and remind you of the time you dragged me into victoria’s secret against my will to dress me up in lingerie that isn’t a necessity.” nevertheless she doesn’t put the powder blue lingerie set down. she keeps it in her hands as lydia continued leading her around the store crowded with women of all ages. “wait, wait. how many sets am i getting?” malia still wasn’t entirely sold on the first set and it looked like lydia had another four in her hands. they came to a stop in front of a perfume tower and she sneezed after the perfume was sprayed. “is that why sometimes you smell like a sugar cookie?” she asked and rubbed at her nose. “to drive all the boys near you crazy?” all it did was make her hungry whenever she got within a whiff of the strawberry blonde. “after this can we get food?” malia was really starting to get hungry and it’d keep lydia from dragging her into some other store she hadn’t planned on venturing into. “there’s that diner on the other side of the mall.”

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piaememoriae:

     “i’m sorry, i don’t like this place.” it looked ominous enough as it was. the banshee was wired and on edge with a bad feeling. the voices were especially audible today, making the strawberry blonde skittish and she tended to look around the empty spaces as if she saw something others couldn’t. just the concept of being in eichen house turned lydia’s veins to ice. malia was her roommate, and lydia felt better being able to keep an eye on her that way until they swiftly took her. she flew to the door, but it was locked from the outside as she watched the orderlies drag malia off and lydia called out her name, petite hand smacking the door but it was no use. after turning a corner, she was out of sight. lydia was afraid. seeing what they did to her already was chilling, but she didn’t know what they planned with her and a sickening sense of terror clouded everything else. what was happening? would malia even come back? the banshee was frozen, wide eyes crystalline with tears as she wrung her hands in a tiled corner. her mind seemed glazed over with a fog that was pierced by malia’s howls of pain that had lydia covering her ears and scrunching up milky features hidden behind her knees. she didn’t want to imagine what created that awful scream. it felt like hours until malia had reappeared, and lydia’s gasp bounced off the institutional walls as she crawled over to her. “what did they do to you?” she whispered, carefully taking her hands and kneeling at her side. she didn’t have to witness malia’s state to know that something was wrong; she felt it.

     with her claws out malia was afraid she’d hurt lydia by accident so she pulled her hands away from the banshee’s. she didn’t want to swipe her or worse when the pain further intensified so her claws went back to digging into the floor of their shared room, trying to find purchase so she could steady herself through the waves of nauseating agony. a few beads of sweat had already formed around the hairline of her temples and she tilted her head to the side. wavy locks of hair shifted from the movement to reveal the injection mark of the large syringe so lydia could see it. “w-wolfsba-ne,” she stuttered out and ended up clenching her teeth so hard she’s surprised they didn’t at least chip from the force. the poison had spread further throughout her bloodstream since the injection first happened and it was becoming nearly impossible to keep herself quiet. a new wave swept over her and she threw her head back, eyes turning their blazing shade of blue and fangs coming out as she snarled. if she was going to die she just hoped it was quick. malia didn’t want it to drag out for days like this. she could take a lot but this? this was unbearable. another wave passed through her system and she started trembling; so much so that her knees gave out and she toppled forward, face planting.

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piaememoriae:

       “no need to worry, my lips are sealed.” she cast malia a wink, not one to go around spreading things about others’ love lives — not even her friends. lydia enjoyed teasing her friends, perhaps a little too much but she was respectful. “ooh, good choice,” was lydia’s reply of approval to the iconic film as they entered the magical world of lingerie and fragrances with a supremely bright smile on her face, waiting for malia to comment with some form of protest. “you never know!” she insisted playfully, appearing to enjoy this a lot more when she stopped by a very lacy matching set of satin panties and their extreme push up bras. “movies can absolutely be dates… if the mood is right… and someone decides to kiss the other and it turns into a little something more than just watching movies,” she went on. “and, well. what if one thing leads to another and someone gets frisky and clothes start magically disappearing, hm? don’t you want to show off something underneath that really shows you off?” she arched an artfully sculpted brow, visage tilted slightly as if to imply more expertise in this department. “here’s a powdery blue set that matches your dress.” she handed malia what she found, seeing a set she liked in a muted lilac and finding her own bra size. “what other colors do you like?”

     scott isn’t going to just lean over and kiss her in the middle of them watching a movie. it’s not even a romance film and they haven’t been building up to it. at least...not that she’s fully aware of. they’ve definitely grown closer and they’ve started spending almost all of their free time together with stiles and lydia now dating. she knows how much she likes the alpha. but how much does he like her? maybe she needs to pay more attention to the chemosignals he gives off when they’re alone together. “i doubt that’s going to happen,” she told her with an eye roll. “i never needed the fancy lingerie before.” stiles had pretty much always been rearing to go when they’d had sex--unless he’d been highly anxious or stressed out about something. her simple bras and panties hadn’t stayed on long anyway. that probably wasn’t the best thing to say in front of her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend, but malia is extremely blunt and barely has any kind of a filter in place. it’s not like she’s lying. it’s the truth. the coyote looked down at the powder blue set lydia placed in her hands. the shade was nice and of course it was her exact size. hoping they could breeze by what she said without making it awkward, malia gave a shrug and started looking around at the different styles. “forest green or emerald green are nice. maybe even a royal blue or dark purple.”

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piaememoriae:

         lydia was more than pleased with herself to witness malia’s selective listening, smile spreading to sparkling irises. “ooooh…” she chirped teasingly, more to amuse herself than to get on her friend’s nerves. whipping out her wallet, lydia divided her attention equally between their conversation and paying for their items. ideas stirred, and their next destination would be a surprise but she already decided on a beeline to victoria’s secret. she smiled even more victoriously when malia finally admitted it. “see? i knew it!” she sang effervescently, not needing chemosignals to sense attraction even from one party and she took malia’s hand. “that sounds like it’ll be fun. which movie?” she asked conversationally, though somewhat peppier as she strode to the designated shop without telling malia. she would thank her for this later. next would be bath & body works while lydia treated herself to a few things along with her quest ( though she didn’t have to explain why ).

     malia groaned over how thrilled lydia was at being proven right. it’s not like it’s something she can hide forever (even if she tried to) and it was better to admit it earlier on than later. “keep it to yourself.” she knows one anxiety driven boy with a big mouth that’d blurt it out to the werewolf if someone told him. malia grabbed the bag from the counter just as lydia took her hand and started leading her out of the store towards their next destination. she couldn’t recall the movie right away but she finally remembered about halfway to the next store. “it’s some movie from the 80s. i think it’s called the breakfast club?” it’s a classic and scott told her she had to see it. they probably got through about half before she’d fallen asleep next to him on her bed. malia had been so distracted trying to recall the movie that she didn’t notice where lydia had dragged her until the overpowering smell of perfume invaded her senses. one glance around told her exactly where she was. the walls and displays of bras and panties screamed victoria’s secret. malia has been in the store a handful of times for some simple, comfortable bras and panties. however, based on the expression on lydia’s face she knew they weren’t there for boy shorts and cheekies. “lydia!” she exclaimed, a small groan parting her lips. “we’re watching a movie. it’s not even a date. that doesn’t call for the skimpy lingerie that you have stuffed away in your dresser drawers.”

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     she can’t wait any longer. she’s already been awake for almost half an hour, just lounging in bed next to the alpha as he slept. malia pushes herself up into a sitting position on the bed and leans over scott, gently brushing her lips against his. “wake up,” she murmurs and then presses her lips to his in a firm kiss that’s sure to rouse him. // @hastodosomething

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     “the panicked stench you’re giving off isn’t exactly helping me focus, lydia,” the coyote told the banshee as she paced around their shared room at eichen house, trying to see if there were any weak spots anywhere. the place was like a fortress and the building being reinforced with mountain ash wasn’t making things any easier. “we’re gonna be fine. we’ll figure a way out.” the rest of the pack was probably already trying to formulate a plan to break them out that very moment. except not too long after she said that she was overpowered by multiple orderlies using some kind of electrical prod and dragged out of the room, leaving lydia all alone. she was taken to an examination room where she was chained down to a table where one of the doctors approached her about a new experiment. he wanted to see how much wolfsbane a were-creature could handle before it either passed out or died. malia tried breaking out of the chains but it was no use--they had mountain ash mixed into the iron--and the man injected a large amount straight into her neck. malia released an agonized scream that turned into a painful sounding howl that echoed throughout the building. it was all too easy to unchain her and take her back to her cell-like room as the wolfsbane flooded her system. the orderlies dropped her onto the floor and slammed the door shut, locking it before leaving. malia tried getting up but fell right back down, barely managing to keep herself propped up on her knees and elbows as her claws came out, grasping hard at the floor as she drew in shallow, gasping breaths. // @piaememoriae

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piaememoriae:

     “basically.” malia had a point, but three days naked in the woods was enough time spent for lydia when rumors spread around the entire school and her social status plummeted. she was lucky to have recovered from that, but who knew if someone decided to take a natural hike or have a preserve picnic and she was seen acting like a again? pouty lips pursed as if lydia were formulating a conclusion. “if we did it for free, it would have to be at night. but the spa does ensure more privacy,” she continued, taking a flyer for herself as well. “some of the facial treatments look good, too… i could definitely use a foot massage after a lifetime in these stilettos.” with a smile, she slipped the literature in her purse. twirling the palette of eyeshadow, she caught malia sifting through something  on her phone and her curiosity was piqued once again. her gaze flickered from malia’s expression to the phone in her hands, and she couldn’t hush the suggestive commentary bubbling up. “who’s that?” she teased in an excessively flirtatious tone, wondering if a spa day wasn’t the only plan malia had in mind. “could that be who i think it could be?” she inquired in a singsong tone.

     something about a foot massage reached her ears as she typed away on her phone but the words didn’t quite click. only once she hit the ‘send’ button and lydia started teasing her did she start paying attention again. a low growl rumbled in the back of her throat and her eyes flashed blue for a moment. when she blinked her eyes they were back to their usual brown shade and her annoyed look drained away. lydia didn’t mean any harm with her teasing and this was what normal teenage girls do. they go shopping and gossip over their boyfriends or latest crush. she couldn’t help that she was actually sensitive over it for more than one reason. “--yeah,” she forced out with a sigh. “sorry, yeah, it’s scott.” her phone vibrated again and she glanced down at the message. “he’s coming back over tonight to finish the movie. malia sent off one last message and shoved her phone back into her pocket. she looked back up at lydia and managed a tight smile. “you’re right. i really like him.”