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she's cute, i'm angered.

[recoined]

this just in: the deviant does noughties night on mondays
tell me you know your boy band jams

also tell me who decided to call the 2000s the noughties
because all i can think is naughty and then i just feel gross

[wildkingdom]

Is that what it means? Weird.

Does OneDirection count?

[She's not particularly attached to them as a musical act, but she just wants to make sure she's in the right wheelhouse.]

[recoined]

one direction is more like top 40
or the weird "hits of yesterday and today" radio station that always plays in the dentist's waiting room

( you know the one. it's always got a stupid name like MIX 101.5 or JAMS 92.3 or COOL 107.7, and a tendency to play too many eighties ballads on sunday nights.

as far as the right wheelhouse... there's only one way to find out. )

pop quiz: who was your favorite backstreet boy?

[puppypower]

hey

[...take #2]

hi

[that is practically the same thing]

sorry. this still feels kind of weird.
do you want to hang out or something?
we could watch a movie or...i don't know what you and the other me do for fun. but we can do anything you want.

[wildkingdom]

Movies are good.

[What did she and Scott do for fun? She doesn't think that this Scott would be as interested in teaching her how to human.]

I also like dancing and going for runs in the woods. And there's still a lot of teenager stuff I'm learning so I like to do new things too.

[So he can pick whatever seems most appealing to him, since they are starting from scratch.]

[puppypower]

okay. cool.
i mean im not really much of a dancer, but we can do everything else?

have you ever gone bowling before?
we could go to the beach but its getting kind of cold, so im not sure thats a good idea

xmas gifting

[puppypower]

[while scott may not be in the city for christmas, he'd at least had the foresight (before their...falling out) to place an order for her, ready to be delivered for christmas. so, on christmas eve, she'll receive a cold box, with the explicit instructions to a) keep it in the fridge, and b) not open it (or smell it) till christmas day.

inside, there's an array of meat products. or at least there would be if he actually had any cash. so instead, it's just a couple of venison steaks. raw, of course.

there'll be more to come. just...give him a chance to get back to cadelle again.]

[wildkingdom]

[There were so many text messages that she started to try and make things better, but for the most part she had been respecting his wishes and keeping her distance. When the steaks arrive, she's just ... confused, because why would he get her something for Christmas if he was still mad at her.

She should ... say something, right?

Right.

She should just ... ]

Thanks for the steaks.

[Keep it as generic as possible. Yeah, that's a good start. Good job, Malia.]

look i am impatient don't judge me

[leads]

[its been a week since he was last in cadelle, his memories of his time spent here a vague memory during the time he'd returned home. but with all that happened while he'd been back in beacon hills, those memories had faded completely, replaced instead with those of far more fights than he could ever remember. more losses. more gains. he has a pack now, a family, a purpose. and it's for those same reasons that he'd agreed to return to cadelle when the possibility had arisen.

(and yes, remembering that both malia and derek were still there had definitely played a part in it.)

so the moment he'd stepped back in to the city again, he hadn't wasted any time in turning his phone back on again. the last message that pops up though is one that leaves him...concerned. it's a reminder of just how he'd left things before.

would she even want to speak to him right now?]

hey.
i dont know if youre mad at me cause i was kind of a huge ass to you.
but i kind of went home for a while and id really like to see you? if youre free i mean.

[well, he has to try.]

secret santa - delivered 23/12

[gardenofthegalaxy]

[ Gamora may have had to research Secret Santa a lot more than she wanted to admit to. She still wasn't clear on who Santa was, but she understood the nature of gift giving. If Malia liked dancing, then Gamora could certainly appreciate that. She may have still been a secret dancer unless it was around Magnus, but maybe one day they would cross paths on the dancefloor.

Years of travelling with Quill also meant that she had spent far too long around a troll doll, so one that danced seemed somewhat appropriate for a secret gift. No one would ever know it was her. Right? ]

[wildkingdom]

[THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!!!!

And while Malia will not track her secret santa down, even though she can track by scent, she will be super thrilled with this gift, and if she ever runs into Gamora in the wild, she'll be sure to thank her.]

[kelvins]

[mick attacks malia's door with a staple gun, leaving this iou for all to see. at least it's not an arrow through her door, right?.]

[wildkingdom]

[Malia doesn't drink, but she will probably take him up on this regardless if he has some super booze. Just because she's curious.]

/backdated to the night after stiles arrived SURPRISE!

[leads]

Finding out that Stiles had arrived, meeting with him, had simultaneously been both the best and worst experience he's had since coming to Cadelle. Stiles is one of the most important people in his life. His brother in all ways but blood. So having him here in the city too is something he'll forever be grateful for. That piece of home that no amount of pack can ever replace.

Yet despite that, despite the pure happiness that'd pervaded his every molecule at Stiles' arrival, it'd only taken a simple conversation to sour it all. Stiles is from earlier. A year, and a point where Scott had made some of the worst choices he could have. A time when he'd almost lost his pack, his friends. He'd trusted the wrong people. Had made decisions that'd almost cost him everything he cared about. And while they may have all recovered since then, Stiles' last memories of home are of him being alone as he waits to find out the fate of his father. It doesn't matter how many reassurances he may give. That is a memory that he knows Stiles will have trouble trying to reconcile. So until then, until he's ready to try to move forward, Scott know he has to give him space.

And it's that need for space that brings him to Malia's door in the middle of the night. He'd already gone to bed, had tried his best to push his thoughts aside and try to get some sleep. But after a couple of hours of staring at the ceiling he'd given up. Had kicked his covers aside and headed out his bedroom. And while his initial plan had been to go watch some television instead, its the familiar scent of a certain werecoyote that's long settled itself in his living room that has him changing his mind. That has him out his front door and up the stairs long before his mind catches up to what he's doing. So even after the echoes of his knocks on her door have faded, he's still struggling to catch up with what he's doing. With a lack of sleep and a need for comfort, instinct overruled logic and brought him here.

Once she opens the door though, he's entirely in his right mind as he steps forward, barely giving her time to speak, to question him, as he reaches up to cup the sides of her face. As he draws her in to the kiss he'd wanted to give her back when he'd first returned. Different times or not, this is one point where he's willing to take the risk. Where he's relying on their shared history to keep this from being a mistake.

He can't lose another member of his pack. He can't lose her too.

[wildkingdom]

Running into Stiles has been a bit disorienting for Malia as well, given that while they've been apart for a year, for him they had just broken up. She isn't really sure what it means in the context of Cadelle or in the context of their relationship, but they seem to have settled for not talking about it, so for now, the issue has been put to bed.

What she isn't expecting, however, is Scott at her door in the middle of the night. The knock drags her from a dead sleep, and she is prepared to be very grumpy at whoever it is, but she drags herself out of bed and makes her way to the door, not even bothering to check who it is before she opened it. The only friends she has who would come over in the middle of the night and not just let themselves in are Scott or Derek.

And it's Scott. She's about to ask him what's wrong - because if he's waking her up, something clearly has to be wrong - but before she can manage to form the words, he's stepping in and kissing her.

Scott is kissing her.

If she were more awake and more aware she probably would have stopped and asked questions. She would have given herself the time for confusion and processing and confirming, but instead she kisses him back on instinct, melting into something that she has wanted for so long. They had spent so many months dancing around whatever this thing is between them and now that they're actually doing something about it, she's not going to bother to stop him.

She's good with kissing for a bit, but eventually she becomes conscious enough to realize that they're still standing in her doorway, and she takes a step back, hoping he'll follow her.

Locked Text

[fadingspark]

Okay, I need you to be completely honest with me.
Not that you're ever not honest but I need to know - how good in bed was I?

[wildkingdom]

[NOT THE QUESTION SHE WAS EXPECTING.]

Like on a scale of one to ten?

text; post baby Baby

[killertrack]

hey Malia
I wanted to say thanks, for the other day, taking me to the wishing well

and also, I'm sorry. For being a baby.

[wildkingdom]

It's not your fault. Sorry I was a bad babysitter - I've never really dealt with one before.

[She remembers when her sister was born, but she was a kid then. She wasn't exactly looking to follow her mother's example as caretaker.]

▸ SPECIAL DELIVERY!

[cuddlemods]

One morning, you'll awaken to find that an envelope addressed to you, adorned with the Official Seal of the City of Cadelle, has been slipped underneath your door. Inside, there's a note, which reads:

AN OFFICIAL NOTICE FROM CITY HALL:

Dear Malia Tate, A tisket. A tasket. A green and yellow tasteful grey basket. We hear you're a fan of deer. And so are we! But we couldn't quite fit a deer in a lovely care packet for you, so, we figured we'd go the next best thing. Check your mailbox ASAP. Inside you'll find a ribbon adorned basket with some of Cadelle favorites that we hope you will like too. Inside you'll find: ▸A friend to snuggle. ▸Something to snuggle under ▸And last but not least, a snack to enjoy (You didn't think we'd forgotten about the deer did you?) We hope you enjoy these wonderful cruelty-free items as much as we enjoyed curating them for you and look forward to seeing all the great energy you'll contribute in the coming months! xoxo, Flora & Cornelius

[wildkingdom]

[Malia feels like she is being judged. RUDE. She does not want your fake meat.

But she'll keep the plushie cuz it's cute.]

have some dumb spam

[leads]

ok i know this might sound like an insult or something. but i dont mean it that way i promise.

if i (temporarily) fostered a bunny, would that be a problem for you?

[read: WOULD YOU EAT IT, MALIA? WOULD YOU?]

[wildkingdom]

No?

[WHY YOU BEING WEIRD, SCOTT?]

Why?

probably like a week post the color run, i suck.

[gasping]

( she's taking it easy. technically, she's probably fine, but the events of the color run and the loss of her ring have left caroline a little worse for wear. it probably doesn't help that said ring had gotten banged up in the process, either. she's still trying to figure out a way to fix it without going home — and, thus, going back into the cage she'd tried so very hard to get out of — but things aren't looking good.

which means, in the mean time, caroline's been a bit of a night owl. not so much by choice, really... but whatever works, right? which is why one night when she can't sleep and can't find anything interesting on tv, she shows up at malia's doorstep, praying to whatever god happens to be listening that she's not busy. or "busy". she probably could have used a little superhearing to clue herself in, but that's one surprise she'd rather not find out about the hard way. )

Malia?

( on the plus side, she brought snacks. )

i suck even more

[wildkingdom]

[Malia is not busy or "busy." Scott is hanging out with Stiles tonight which means he and Malia aren't doing that thing they do. The door slides open at Caroline's voice and she flashes her a friendly smile.]

Hey, what's up?