Hey darling readers, my writers block has passed and I now have hundreds of ideas for chapters; the hardest part was working out which one to start with haha
So, I would like to give a special mention to for their lovely reviews that have encouraged me to keep writing, thankyou so much I really appreciate it!
Anyways, I'm sure we're all aware of the Stydia vs Stalia 'war' and all the hate that tends to surround it. Well as you guys no I ship Stalia BUT I love Lydia as a character and I love the friendship between her and Malia. I think it's important that we all realise that we all want our ships to be endgame so hating on someone else for that reason is silly as we should all be able to understand where that person is coming from. I hate seeing fandoms divided. We need to remember that we all love the show and can't control what happens. We need to remember to respect all the actors and characters and that they also don't control what happens. It's okay to ship whatever you do and its okay to share that but we shouldn't be putting other characters, actors or pairings down while doing so.
Sorry for that little rant, I'm sure none of you lovely people do this but it's been bothering me and I just needed to get it out haha. So this one is mostly fluff with a strong healthy dose of Malydia friendhip and of course cute Stalia moments .
Enjoy the chapter J xx
It was a Friday night and surprisingly Malia found herself in a bedroom that wasn't Stile's. It didn't belong to her either. The bedroom in which she found herself in was grand with purpleish walls, butterflies purposefully placed above the regal looking headboard of the bed, with picture frames decorating the walls, a crystal lamp that screamed elegance and impossibly comfortable pillows. In fact the room in which Malia Tate was currently lounging could only belong to one person, as it was just so undeniably them; Lydia Martin.
Although it wasn't really her style Malia had to admit Lydia did have style and a knack for interior decorating. This wasn't the first time she had been in her room, but still she found herself in awe of the red-head's talents every time.
The two girls were spread out across the bed studying magazines and tutorials on youtube. Lydia had decided they would have a girls night while there was no super urgent supernatural matter claiming their time and attention. Well there was the whole code uncovering dead pool issue but that was kind of at a stand-still right now so they decided to go ahead with their night. Most times Lydia and Malia spent time alone together it was for studying purposes. Stiles helped her most of the time but there were some subjects Lydia insisted upon tutoring her in. Kira had declined the invitation due to "hanging out" with Scott. Malia didn't really understand the difference between 'hanging out' and dating and was confused as to why Kira smelled excited but disappointed at the same time.
Kira had come over before the 'hanging out' so that Lydia could "work her magic" and help her look her best. Malia had watched with interest as Lydia applied makeup to Kira's face using various techniques that went far beyond the basics Malia had been taught by Mrs McCall. Lydia straightened Kira's hair which Malia was more familiar with, so at that point she had lost interest and began flicking through a magazine.
After they walked Kira out the door wishing her luck which was another thing Malia didn't really get, the girls had stacked up on snacks and headed back to Lydia's room where the Banshee decided she was in a makeup mood. So that's how the two ended up in their current position flicking through the pages of vogue and watching videos on the best techniques. Malia was actually enjoying herself. She didn't love all this girly stuff but she liked knowing about it. Spending time with one of her closest girlfriends, eating junk food and talking about makeup was a normal teenage girl thing and Malia loved the times when she felt she fit that description.
"I wonder how Kira's going" Lydia said with a smirk, looking up from her laptop.
"What do you mean?" Malia asked. This whole situation was confusing to her.
Lydia laughed at the other girls frown and furrowed brows but explained.
"I mean I wonder what her and Scott are up to." She clarified.
Malia however, was still not clear on the whole hanging out vs dating thing and wasn't sure what to think they would be up to given that confusion. She decided that now was as good a time as any to consult the genius on all girl things.
"Lydia why was Kira all weird about 'hanging out'? How is it different to a date?"
Lydia smiled at her and thought for a moment. She loved when Malia asked these kind of questions because she got to exercise her boy knowledge and expertise on all things teenage girl related. She enjoyed teaching the were-coyote these things because it was nice to know someone relied on her. It had also given the two of them a chance to get to know each other better and bond, after Stiles had referred Malia to her for girly things that had gotten past their reservations regarding the other fairly quickly.
"Well you know how it's obvious that Scott likes Kira and Kira likes Scott?" she asked deciding to take a simple approach.
Malia nodded.
"Okay so it's obvious to all of us and they both know there is something between them but neither of them is game enough to actually make things official." Lydia paused to make sure Malia was following.
"Why not?"
"That's a good question. I think it's because people get self-conscious or doubt themselves. A lot of people don't like putting themselves out there when they're unsure of the outcome, it can be intimidating and I guess if you really want something or really like someone in this case, people become afraid of ruining things."
That Malia could understand. She knew she was direct, Stiles had told her he didn't mind, in fact he liked it but other people weren't used to honestly and bluntness- she thinks that's what it was called- like hers so that's why they sometimes gave her odd looks.
"So hanging out is what it's called when you like someone but they haven't asked you out yet?"
Lydia gave her another smile, and nodded which made Malia smile in return. But it didn't finish her line of questioning.
"What about me and Stiles then? I mean we both know we're together and we have talked about it but we don't really go on dates, we hang out at his house or go for drives or get fast food." Lydia noted that Malia didn't sound nervous or angry or annoyed she was just looking for clarity.
"That's different again. I know it's hard to keep up. Remember when we talked about what a date was ages ago? When two people go and do something fun together or go out to dinner or something. Right well that's what a date is when you ask someone to go on one with you. Hanging out is like the same thing but without officially asking someone out. But if two people are dating that means one of them asked the other out or they go out on multiple dates together but aren't boyfriend and girlfriend yet. However, if you're in a relationship like you and Stiles then dates don't really matter. You guys don't need to go on dates to work out if you like each other or to impress the other. You know where you stand and you're comfortable doing your own thing and I respect that." Lydia knew the other girl had followed due to her nodding and big grin when she was finished. She meant what she said too. Malia and Stiles were special and after she had gotten over the minute jealously she felt-which was attributed to the fact that she had to share her FRIENDS time now- she had come to love the two of them together. They were cute.
"Thanks Lydia."
Malia was happy to have someone to ask these kinds of questions and Lydia gave very good answers.
"Anyway how is Stiles?" Lydia asked her with a smile insinuating she wanted to know about more than just his general wellbeing; Malia had picked up on that look a few weeks ago.
"He's good. Really good. I still get those fluttery feelings I told you about when he looks at me certain ways and his voice gets this really husky tone when we're doing stuff and I really like that."
Lydia laughed. She had learned the first time she asked that question that Malia was definitely not ashamed to share the details of her private life and she had gotten really enthusiastic about the subject and Lydia's knowledge on it. The two spent at least an hour having an in-depth Q&A about all things sex and after Malia had admitted she enjoyed doing teenage girl things as it made her feel normal so of course Lydia had done her best afterward to make teenage girl things a constant in her friends life. She couldn't suppress her grin though imagining Stile's face if he ever found out about these little sessions.
A while later, both the makeup research and sex talk had been abandoned in favour of a chick flick and popcorn. The two girls were wrapped in Lydia's blankets surrounded by abundances of fluffy cushions and criticizing the cheesy movie. Both of them feeling content to embrace the normality of the night and put all supernaturalness aside for the time being.
The next morning Lydia awoke to sunlight and the sound of texting. Looking over at Malia she realised the sound was coming from said girls thumbs as she tapped away at her screen.
"Good morning," she greeted noticing Lydia's state of consciousness before going back to her phone obviously preoccupied.
"hey. Stiles?" she asked already knowing it would be the boy on the other side of this conversation.
"He's going to pick me up in an hour." Malia replied, setting her phone down and stretching.
Lydia nodded making a suggestion regarding breakfast which Malia eagerly agreed to. The banshee resisted the urge to laugh as she noticed the way Malia tip toed around the room resembling a coyote more than a girl in her current state.
Lydia cooked bacon and eggs while Malia observed and set the table for them. They discussed Kira's text to the both of them that had provided details on her night while they ate. The text had been interesting because they were both curious but not much progress had been made.
Washing the dishes was a team effort and an easy one at that, after which the two yawning teens made their way back up the stairs and freshened themselves up before dressing. Lydia thoroughly enjoyed that process, as she insisted upon Malia borrowing some of her clothes and did not take no for an answer. It would have been comical to an onlooker, watching Beacon Hill's most stubborn girls battle over a wardrobe decision. In the end they compromised- yes they know how to do that- and Malia was clad in a pair of Lydia's blue shorts and one of her own tank tops. She also let the other girl apply minimal makeup to her face, but left her hair in its natural, slightly wild waves and curls.
Just as Malia finished putting the last of her things into her overnight bag, the sound of Stiles' jeep pulling into the drive filled the room. She couldn't help the smile that drifted onto her face and Lydia didn't miss the way her friend's eyes lit up upon the arrival of her boyfriend.
Slipping on said boys flannel shirt, Malia followed Lydia down the stairs. The three made small talk at the door before the couple left. Lydia was grateful for their lack of public affection while simultaneously amused by their obvious yearning to be alone together.
"So did you have fun?" Stiles asked, as he started the engine.
"Yeah. I like 'girl time." Malia replied, and Stiles felt a wave of happiness knowing his girlfriend and one of his best friends were getting along well.
"I know you missed me though. My company is incomparable." He teased with his signature smirk of sarcasm. Malia rolled her eyes at him. She had learnt to identify sarcasm quickly due to spending most of her time with him. Although her reply was sincere and somber.
"I don't sleep good without you." Stiles paused. He was about to reverse out of the drive, but instead put the jeep back into park, focusing completely on her.
"Really?" He knew she wouldn't of said it unless it were true but he still found it hard to believe that someone needed him as much as she did sometimes.
"Yes. I have bad dreams or just can't sleep. Lydia didn't notice though." She replied meeting his gaze.
"I can't sleep without you either." They both smiled at each other, the special little ones they reserved for each other. Feeling the tension in the air Stiles continued,
"So let's try not to make sleeping in separate beds a habit." He winked at her and the fluttery feeling in her stomach came back.
"Deal."
The drive from Lydia's house to his wasn't very long but they decided to make a detour to the grocery store to grab some bread and coffee. The Sheriff was having a tough week so Stiles thought he would try being nice.
"By the way it's well." He said after a while breaking the silence.
"What?"
"You said 'I don't sleep good without you' but it's 'well'." He knew she wasn't going to thank him for correcting her speech but he couldn't help it; he liked to tease it was in his nature.
"Oh god" she groaned and turned the radio up to drown out his laugh.
Half an hour later they were walking toward the front door of the Stilinski house, Stiles carry a bag full of groceries and Malia her overnight bag. Once they entered the front door the latter dropped her things on the ground and sighed.
"It's good to be home" she said making her way to the couch and flopping down. Making his way to the kitchen Stiles tried to hide the stupid happy look he was sure was taking over his features upon her declaration. He decided not to say anything about her statement, she did pretty much live here, but hearing her call his home her home filled him with an indescribable feeling of happiness, light and warmth that he felt like shouting from the roof tops as cliché as that was.
"It's only been one night!" he called to her from the kitchen where he was currently putting things away.
"I know." She said and that was the end of that matter. Stiles heard the patter of her footsteps before he felt her eyes on him. He turned around to finding her leaning against the table.
"You're happy." She stated.
"I am." He replied casually.
"it's good." She said as he walked toward her.
"It's you." he said simply. Again he knew it was cheesy but he couldn't stop the words from coming out. Besides it was the truth. Her response told him she didn't mind the cheese.
Malia leaned into his embrace and kissed him passionately. She did miss him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist deepening the kiss and taking all of her in. When they broke apart both their hearts were racing.
"You're wearing my shirt."
"It's my shirt now, I like it." He shook his head at her but they both knew he didn't really mind, in fact he liked it.
"Stiles?"
"hm?"
"Can we please go take a nap I'm exhausted!" Malia asked but he got the feeling it was more a demand.
"you know that's a good plan. So good in fact it could be one of mine." He winked at her.
They ended up on the couch-the stairs were too much effort- and woke hours later to find a blanket there that wasn't before and a note from the Sherriff telling them he would be home for dinner. And in that moment, even if it was only a moment everything in Stile's life felt right.
