Stiles Stilinski [Teen Wolf] (fragilebones) wrote in oldcityacademy, @ 2016-02-03 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gdoc, !log, malia tate (cantgetwarm), stiles stilinski (fragilebones) |
Who: Malia Tate and Stiles Stilinski
What: Talking and such
Where:
When: Backdated to Monday
Warnings: Adorableness?
Status: Closed, Complete
Malia wasn’t too keen on coming to this school and this place. She really just wanted to live her life as it were. Instead? She’d been sent here from Eichen House and she already hated it. It was cold, even colder than California and she really was missing her fur now. She wanted to hole up somewhere and make it warm. She sighed and stretched as she went hunting for Stiles. Not that it was hard - she was roomed right next to him - and the girl she shared a room with she wasn’t sure what to think of her yet. But she was more than happy to just wander off and disappear into Stiles room. Sorry, roommate? Malia was rather protective of him, too, because he was much more fragile than she was.
“Stiles.” She said as she stepped up behind him, grinning a little. “Fancy meeting you here.” she grinned a bit at him, brushing her hair out of her eyes and resting her hands on her hips. “Why does this place have to be so much colder than California? Are they trying to freeze me into an icicle?” she wrinkled her nose.
***
He turned to face her, and a bright smile touched his features. His arms flew up, out, and around her, and he moved in to press himself against her. “Malia!” he never wanted to let go of her, but he pulled back after a moment and looked her over. “I am so happy to see you,” he told her.
Just being near her restored a little bit of his sanity. He didn’t feel quite so much like he was about to jump out of his own skin. The anxiety he felt didn’t leave completely, he had a feeling he would always feel anxious to some degree, but he at least felt like he could breathe a little easier.
“I don’t like the cold either,” he told her. He was a California boy, born and raised. He had never even seen real snow.
***
Malia slipped her arms around him and held him to her. Most people got snapped at for touching her, but not Stiles, he could touch her all day every day if he wanted. She took in a deep breath, letting her nose fill with his scent, comforting in a place full of new scents.
She leaned in, stealing a kiss before he said any more. She could tell he was anxious, it wafted off him like a breeze, but she didn't care. He was here. Things would work out just fine.
“I really don't know how I'm going to not freeze, Stiles" she insisted with a frown on her lips.
***
Stiles looked her over. She wore jeans, but her blouse was hardly going to keep her warm in this northeastern cold. He grinned at her. “I’m going to have to give you a lesson on how to dress in the cold, aren’t I?”
Not that he’d mind. He wouldn’t mind at all. He liked teaching her things, explaining the basics that everyone else took for granted, but Malia had little or no clue about because of her years living as a coyote. She’d been a child when she’d taken her canine form, and she had only been reintegrated into society a short time. A lot of things were common sense, but a lot of things required experience that Malia didn’t have, to be fully understood.
***
Malia smiled a bit. “Fur?” she teased before smiling faintly. “How am I supposed to tell these people why I don’t know what to wear or what not?” she grumped a little, because she was rather comfortable being her, but she was already feeling incredibly out of place. At least in California running around in short shorts and a tank top was acceptable.
Snow + Short Shorts? Not acceptable. She was literally going to be an icicle if she did. She had no idea what to do with it. “Stiles, this place is actually giving me one of your anxiety moments.” she said honestly, wrinkling her nose.
***
“We could probably get you a fur coat. Maybe some fur lined boots,” Stiles said. Would that be weird, though? He thought it might possibly be weird for her. But it might be good for her too. It was an option, at least, unless she completely rejected it.
“I know a really effective way to stop a panic attack,” he told her, and he moved in to kiss her soundly on the lips. One hand went to the back of her head, the other caressed her back and shoulders. After a moment he pulled back and tilted his head at her. “How's that?”
He’d tell her Lydia had done that for him once, before he’d met her. It wasn’t a secret that he and Lydia sort of dated before he’d checked into Eichen House and connected with Malia. He didn’t keep secrets from her anyway. She could tell from his heart rate and the hormones he put off, if he was lying anyway, so there was no point.
***
Malia smiled. “Maybe rabbit fur. Then it wouldn't be so weird for me.” She smiled, though, because she really was going to freeze here. She tucked her hair back.
She let out a sigh, because he was right. It did work to quell a panic attack, she returned the kiss, having missed the feel of his lips on hers in the short time they'd been apart.
He knew not to lie to her. She'd beat the snot out of him and leave. She sighed softly. “Mm yes that was rather effective.”
***
He smoothed a hand over her hair, starting at the back of her head and down to her neck. His fingers dug into her shoulders for a brief muscle rub. Finding a knot of tension, he nudged her to turn around so he could get to her shoulders easily and effectively.
“This will help too,” he told her and his thumbs worked to disperse the knot.
***
Malia let out a sigh of contentment as he nudged her to turn around. She didn’t like most people touching her but he could lay his hands anywhere he wanted. She hadn’t understood the simple joy of having knots worked out of muscles until Stiles - but she’d melt at the hint of a massage now. They were things of heaven.
“You’re spoiling me again, Stiles.” she said softly. Then she lowered her head so he could work, eyes closed. “Hey, I have a small problem, I think you should know about it.” because she’d already confided in Mr. Argent over it. It was still weird to have people know exactly what’d gone down with her here.
Besides Stiles.
**
There might have been a small hitch on the work he was doing with his hands, but he recovered quickly and kept digging into the knot. He didn’t like the idea of Malia having a problem, or any kind of issue. He couldn’t imagine what it was so early into this new school adventure.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern causing his voice to crack like a preteen boy.
***
Malia noticed the hitch and leaned back into his hands. “Well. I seem to have trouble reading. and possibly writing.” she said honestly, chewing on her lip though because it was rather embarrassing. And Malia didn’t get embarrassed easily.
She swallowed a bit. “I can puzzle things out, it just takes a bit, and goodness knows it’s not any form of perfect.” she sighed and looked over her shoulder at him.
***
“That makes sense,” Stiles said. He shifted his hands a little, fingers moving to ease the tendon at the back of her neck. “I mean, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can help you. Read your stuff to you, and help you read it yourself. Whatever you want.”
He leaned in and nipped a light and playful kiss at the shell of her ear. “You’re smart. You’ll catch on quick.”
***
“I just… I don't want other people to know. I told Mr. Argent since he'd figure it pretty fast too. I just… I don't want to tell people what happened. Not right now.” She sighed then smiled. “Help me pick it all back up please.”
She turned to return the nip, and stealing a kiss in the process. “You're good to me.”
****
“I am,” Stiles purred. “But it goes both ways.” He nuzzled his forehead against her head. “And you don’t have to tell anyone. It’s no one’s business. But I mean, I understand completely. After Allison, Scott, and I did the sacrifice thing, I had trouble reading. Allison and Scott had a lot of weird hallucinations, I started having the night terrors again, and I couldn’t read. Randomly. It was...frustrating. So I know what it’s like. And I will help you.”
He put his hands to her shoulders and turned her bodily around to face him since he’d been behind her while he rubbed her shoulders. “We’re going to get you through this, Malia. What did Argent say?” Stiles...couldn’t predict that. The man was unpredictable on a good day. But at least they had his class together, that should help.
***
Malia smiled. She trusted him. She knew he understood her. And he'd help her. She never worried about that. She knew he'd help her with whatever she needed. She loved that about him.
She let him turn her around and rested her forehead on his. She breathed him in and relaxed. “That it was perfectly understandable, he knew everything obviously, and is willing to help.”
***
“That’s good. Hopefully that means he’ll cut you some slack,” Stiles said with a smile. It was hard to say if that would be the case. Argent was just as likely to push her harder, as to actually help her out.
Stiles smoothed his hand over the back of her head and down to her shoulders. Either way, she had him in her corner, and he would do everything he could to help her out.