#reply; malia

[runswithwolvesx]

[ cont. from here! ] || @ofherblueeyes​

Standing there with his arms outstretched, Stiles wore a crimson Christmas sweater, complete with sweatpants and tall grey socks on his feet. A headband with reindeer antlers sat upon the mess of his hair atop his head, red face paint on his nose. There was a blue present bow placed near his heart on the sweater, lips pulled into a vibrant smile at the woman he loved more than anything else in the world. The twinkling of the lights on the tree glimmered in his amber spheres as he gazed at Malia with nothing but adoration, as if he was seeing her for the first time after he’d realized he’d fallen head over heels for her.

“It looks perfect,” Stiles almost cooed, a lighter tone of voice filling the room, one that wasn’t used too frequently. He just wanted the holidays to be perfect, especially for Malia. “Last time I decorated the tree, I wound up wrapped up in the lights and uh, it wasn’t pretty.” He placed his hands upon his hips then, examining the tree from the distance. Laughing lightly, he shook his head then at the thought of Noah having to pull over too many drunk drivers. “He’ll be occupied for a while, yeah.” Approaching Malia, his gaze fell onto the box she offered. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Mal. I just wanted you to be here with me and my dad. That’s good enough for me.” Stiles insisted, then brushing by her to wave at the presents under the tree. “There’s a couple for you under there. You know, one from me and one from my dad.” Finally, his eyes flitted back to his girlfriend, eyes crinkling with delight.

[brokenxlahey]

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Nothing in Isaac’s life ever felt stable. His father had been a ticking time bomb practically, his brother Camden dead in the line of active duty. Derek had turned him, briefly been the Alpha and leader he thought he needed and then kicked him to the curb. And now? His relationship with Malia had been a roller coaster ride. He had been namely to blame, constantly letting her down when he made promises of showing up or coming around and then vanished without a word. Sometimes, Isaac needed release and his friends influenced him in the wrong ways. Not Scott or his pack, but the shady few friends that liked to  mingle with people downtown and spend the weekend partying. Lighting the end of the blunt, the werewolf allowed the flame to lick at the cigar paper, burning it slowly while he tried to puff at the rolled paper, eventually get a draw of the herb inside. Inhaling the smoke deeply, it stayed in his lungs a long moment before he released it.

This scenario had played out time and time again, a problematic cycle between the pair. He would miss their dates or her important requests and get high, cave to his emotions and call her up. Flicking through their text messages on his phone, he finished most of the blunt before deciding to call her up. As the line rung, Isaac knew she would let it go to voicemail. Just as predicted, her voice indicated she wasn’t currently picking up her calls. Sighing, the line beeped and he placed his free hand on his forehead, eyes snapped shut loosely. “Malia, I think we should talk. Please, pick up or at least call me back. I don’t know. Something.” The high left him floating, pleasantly numb, nearly sedated from the strength of the drug. Hanging up the line, he placed his phone on the floor next to where he sat against the wall. Perhaps she had a double shift at the diner that night, he didn’t know. He was far too stoned to care. All he knew was that he wanted her back in his arms.

[dirigentesxstella]

His hands swam down the length of her long tresses, gently landing on the brunette’s hips. With one small tug of her body, he was pulling Malia closer to himself, their faces centimeters apart. “This definitely isn’t what I had in mind when you said you’d needed help with something... Not that I’m complaining.” Barry’s voice was small, barely filling the space between them before he sealed the distance and captured her lips with his own tenderly. Parting from her again, he smiled warmly. “It’s more of an observation, really.” 

@badassxqueens

[runswithwolvesx]

Hopping out of the Jeep, Stiles looked at the map after he tugged it out of his pocket. Smoothing out the wrinkles in the map, there was a large X in red near their location. “So, this isn’t really helpful.” They’d gotten the information from Deaton, needing to find the moonstone to restore Derek’s wolfy powers. There was no real answer as to where they were supposed to find the item. “Putting a freaking X in the center just doesn’t do anything.” Frustration laced his words before he glanced over at Malia, handing her the aged parchment. Upstate New York looked far different than Stiles ever imagined and he was surprised the Jeep had lasted long enough to make it there, considering all the parts needing to be replaced. The Adirondack Mountains were dense with pine trees, the scent hitting Stiles’ nose.

@ofherblueeyes

[runswithwolvesx]

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“Hah. I told you Star Wars wasn’t all that bad.” Stiles had somehow managed to drag Malia out of the house, away from her studies and to a marathon at the theater. Sure, they only sat through the first two films but the brunette still felt overjoyed to have spent the evening with the coyote. “What was your favorite part?” Digging a hand into the popcorn bowl he carried, he filled his mouth with the buttery snack and chewed it happily.

[runswithwolvesx]

semi-plotted starter for @ofherblueeyes​!

Being chewed out by Lydia was not a highlight in Stiles’ life. In fact, it was a low point, her words still ringing through his ears, echoing in his mind. She’s your ex-girlfriend for a reason, Stiles! And why do you smell like alcohol? Were you drinking with her? Stiles had enough, turning on his heel without saying a word before storming out of the redhead’s home. The door slammed behind himself because he couldn’t be truthful with Lydia, not yet. It wasn’t fair that he still had feelings for another woman, yet he couldn’t bring himself to let Malia go either. Conflicted, he did the worst thing he could’ve possibly done after the Jeep peeled off from the Martin home and barreled down the streets towards Malia’s apartment. For a few moments, he sat silently in the Jeep after he arrived, chestnut orbs on the door of her apartment. Fingers drummed along the steering wheel before his hands clamped tightly around it. “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t.” Stiles scolded himself but his body moved on its own accord, feet shuffling towards the door in question. Knocking on it, the brunette wasn’t going to use excuses anymore, he wasn’t going to hide behind the past. No, he wanted Malia to know just how badly he wanted her in his life still; how much he yearned for her. After the door popped open, the FBI agent spoke in haste, “Look, I know this is so stupid. It’s-- It’s fucked up for me to show up at your door again. And, I probably shouldn’t be here. I mean, I know I shouldn’t but I can’t do this anymore, Malia.” He was rambling, nervousness radiating off the male. “And you should know that I-- I still love you. That never stopped. I never stopped.” 

[sarcasticxstilinski]

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Almost as soon as Malia told him goodnight, Stiles drifted off soundly to sleep. The morning came quicker than he thought it would and while still a bit tired, he managed to pull himself together and get ready to meet with the pack once again. While he wasn’t entirely opposed to breaking into the clinic, his curiosity wasn’t satisfied and he’d tried his best to keep silent as Malia allowed them entrance. “Scott’s officially going to kill us. Or Deaton, possibly.” Stiles kept his voice hushed but still audible to the hybrid. Shuffling inside, he nearly tripped over his own two feet, arms flailing momentarily before Stiles followed right behind Malia, eyes raking over the sarcophagus. He was surprised at how intrigued Malia seemed to be with the item, whiskey hues gently drinking in the sight. “How old do you think this is?” Only when Malia touched the item was he too perceptive to the smoke and the woman inhaling it. “Woah, are you okay?” Promptly, he moved to aid her, examining the hybrid after she finished coughing. It seemed pretty harmless and Stiles chalked it up to the coffin just being dated. Placing a hand on the small of her back, his eyes flung back to the thing. He could hardly imagine an ancient goddess being just inside the sealed coffin. The thought pooled so much excitement in Stiles that his fingers twitched a random rhythm along Malia’s back.

[broodysavior]

[ cont. from here ] || @ofherblueeyes​

Stefan could never abandon someone in need, especially when it came to someone he cared about. “I’m not going to let you face this on your own.” When the vampire promised someone important that he’d be there every step necessary, he meant that. “You’re not going to bite me, Malia.” While that wasn’t a guarantee and the broody man was in a risky situation with the coyote, he trusted her enough to know she wouldn’t attack him.

“You can do this, Malia. I know you can.” Stefan nearly pleaded with the brunette, not faltering in his rooted position where he stood, hands firmly planted on each of the woman’s shoulders. He had no idea if a coyote bite would be fatal to his species, yet he didn’t care. He just wanted Malia to find the control she needed to find, to trust in herself that she wouldn’t harm him or anyone else for that matter. Emerald eyes glittered softly, “You’re better than this. Don’t you trust me?”