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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

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.

[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.]

[ 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? ]

[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?.]

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.

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?

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.

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

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?]

( 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. )

she's cute, i'm angered.

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xmas gifting

secret santa - delivered 23/12

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/backdated to the night after stiles arrived SURPRISE!

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text; post baby Baby

▸ SPECIAL DELIVERY!

have some dumb spam

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