#Malia's fanfics

[writtenbyan-aries]

It can live here until you’re ready to write it. I just don’t want to forget it 😘

Reader helps design and sell xplr merch for the guys. They are a long time friend that Sam has been into for years (reader is into him too) but for whatever reason Colby and reader are closer. Sam gets jealous/angry even though Colby is with Malia and will ignore or be rude to reader until Colby outs their feelings for each other. Reader and Malia can be super close too since she helps with merch a lot as well ☺️

Basically jealous Sam over readers friendship with Colby bc he looovvveeeeessss them 😆

Summary: I think @thesarahn summed it up perfectly!

Warnings: smut, swearing, friends to lovers, tension, unprotected sex, angsty fluff

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

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“Yeah, I think of we move this down to here, and then add something in that area it would look cute. Like the words on the bottom of the ghost and maybe some flowers or something?” You look at Colby and he nods slowly as he studies the design in front of him, “You know what, I actually like that idea.”

He points, “Have like the, x, p, l, r, here.” He drags his finger, “And then have the ghost in front of the flowers. Yeah.” He nods, giving you a smile, “I like that.”

You hear the front door open and you glance back, “That Sam or Malia?”

He shrugs, “Could be either.”

Malia walks through the door and you smile, “Hey girl hey.”

She laughs, walking up, “Hey.” She gasps, “Oh this is so cute!” She studies the design, “This is going to be the first one to sell out.”

“You think so?” Colby spins his chair towards her and she nods, “Yeah, you have quite the designer.” She smiles at you and you shrug, “I try.”

“Where’s Sam?” She looks around and you shrug, “No idea.”

“He said he had some errands to run.” Colby shrugs, “I’m not sure. He’s been weird lately.”

“Huh, okay.” You shake your head, “Okay so for the color-“ you swipe through, “I did a pink flower version, a blue, white, and green. And clearly on the white shirts they’ll have to be black and so on.”

“I like the pink one.” Malia nods, “That little ghost is just adorable, I can’t get over it.”

Sam walks in, “What do we have?” He walks around to stand by Malia, “Oh I like this. Are we-“

“Yeah, she’s going to move the lettering down bellow and she added a flower print.” Colby swipes through, “I think it’s good.”

“I have another design I’m working on, too.” You pick up your iPad and go to it, “I was thinking something along the lines of crew necks with a little design on the left chest area.”

You lay the iPad down and all three of them agree.

You smile, “Thank you, thank you.” You pick up your iPad again, “oh, Colby. I can finish these tonight and then I can come by tomorrow for you to okay them and then we can send them to the team?”

Colby nods, “Yeah, what time did you say again?”

“Ten. After that I have a meeting at noon with the marketing team to get your stuff into hot topic and then I have a dinner with my mom.”

“You’ll be okay if I just okay them, right?” Colby looks at Sam, “You have that meeting at ten with the Faulkner’s about that hotel at nine thirty.”

You can see Sam looks a little upset, but he brushes it off, “Yeah, dude. I trust you.”

Sam glances at you then to the door, “Oh, Colby.” He looks down at him, “I have to call The Stanley here in a few to get the dates we want to go straightened out if you want to join.”

He nods, “Yeah, I’ll be down.”

You watch as Sam walks away and you let out a sigh, “Alright. I’m going to head home, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

They bid their goodbyes and as you’re walking down the steps, Sam glances over at you, “You’re leaving?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’m going to go home so I can work on these. I can send you the final projects once I’m done?”

He shakes his head, “Just bring them tomorrow and let Colby okay them.” You furrow your brows, “Um, okay? Are you okay? Colby said you’ve been acting weird.” You walk over to him and he laughs slightly, “I’m fine. Just stressed.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“No.”

The speed of which he answered makes you feel like it’s something deeper than just being stressed. You’ve known sam for years. You can read him like a book normally, and right now, the pages are all sticking together.

“Ah, okay. Well if you-“

His phone rings and he nods, “Yeah, thanks.” He put the phone to his ear, “Hello? Yeah, let me go grab Colby.” He walks away and you head to the door. Your mind swirling with possibilities as to what could be bothering Sam.

You liked Sam, a lot, but with how he was acting, it made it seem like he didn’t want that. Like he picked up on it and decided that instead of just talking to you like an adult, he was just going to be an asshole, which also was very unlike Sam.

Later on that night, you decided to just call Colby with you exciting idea, “Hey.”

“What’s up?” Colby answers, and you sigh, “Is Sam there? I have an idea that I think you both need to hear.”

You heard Sam in the background, “Who is it?”

“It’s y/n. She said she has an idea.” Colby pauses and lets out a sigh, “I’ll tell him then, what’s your idea?”

“Did he leave the room?”

Colby’s silence is enough of an answer, so you force yourself to perk up, “Anyway. My idea. I was thinking we could print a hundred, maybe two, just plain black and white xplr hoodies and have you and Sam personally sign them. I think they’d sell out fast.”

“That’s actually a really good idea.” Colby agrees, “I think they’d sell out fast, too. Do you have a design made up, because now that I’m thinking about it, I’m actually really excited about that.”

“Yeah, I can send it the group chat. Hold on.” You put your phone on speaker and grab your iPad, “It’s just a white logo, and I was thinking you guys could just sign the X part of it.” You send it and wait for Colby’s reaction.

“It’s such a simple design, but I feel like our signatures make it more genuine. You know?” He sighs, “I love this idea.”

You laugh, chewing on your cheek, “Am I on speaker?”

“Not anymore. What’s up?”

“Today. When I was leaving, Sam was weird towards me.”

“Weird how?” He asks, “Was he in a mood? He was in one after we got off the call with the Stanley.” You nod to yourself, “I asked him if he was good and he said he was stressed and then walked away.”

“Hmm.” Colby sighs, “I think I know what’s going on with him. But only he can do something about it.”

“What do you-“

“Gotta go. Great idea. See you tomorrow.” Colby hangs up and you scoff, “Uh, alright.”

A few days later, you get the first shipment of sweatshirts in. Within those few days, Colby was really the only person you talked to about anything. Sam would be there, but he wouldn’t be there.

It almost felt like he was ignoring you, or trying to at least.

“What’s up with Sam?” Malia asks, and you look at her, “I have no idea. I wish he would just talk to me. He’s been avoiding me for days is what it feels like.” You open the box and start pulling sweatshirts out, “He acts like I can’t tell when something is bothering him. I’ve known him for years, like.” You sigh and look up at Malia, “Sorry. I’m just-“

“Do you like him?” She smiles and you try to play it off, “No, we’re just friends.”

“Mm.” She raises her brows, “That’s not what Colby said, but.. okay.” She looks up and you tilt your head, “what did he say exactly.”

As she goes to speak, Colby walks in, “Were done with those sweatshirts. I think Sam is going live here in a few, so if you just want to bring us in more hoodies that would be great.” He walks up to Malia and kisses her head.

“we’ll be right in.” You smile at Colby and watch as he walks away before looking at Malia, “As you were about to say.”

She laughs, “The other day, I asked Colby if you two secretly hated each other.”

“I don’t hate Sam.” You shake your head and she nods, “No, I know that. But the reason I asked if you liked him, is because Colby said you both are so in love with each other, yet you both are choosing to do nothing about it.”

You can feel your cheeks heat up, making because you knew Colby was right.

She smirks, walking around, “Just tell him. I can tell Sam likes you, too.”

She grabs an arm full of hoodies, “Come on.”

You grab hoodies and walk into the room behind them. You smile as you see Sam and Colby talking to the fans on live, mainly complaining about their hand’s are cramping up from signing so much.

“This is all for you guys.” Sam points his sharpie at the phone, “We’re signing as fast as we can sign.” He turns, his eyes meeting yours before he looks down to sign a sweatshirt.

Him and Colby trade places, “Malia and y/n just brought more hoodies in for us to sign.” He turns the phone towards you and her, “Say hi!”

You and Malia wave, “Hiiii!”

He turns it back, “We’ll be on the lookout for people tagging us in their posts with them, wearing or whatever with these hoodies.”

Sam nods, “We’re excited to see it!”

“Catch you in a little bit, guys.” Colby smiles and ends the live, “You brought more?”

Malia nods, “Sure did.” She pats the pile with her hand and you look up, “Are you guys taking a break or are you going to keep signing?”

Sam ignores you, flipping through the hoodies and signing each one. Colby looks from Sam to you, “I think we’re just going to keep signing them.” He looks at Malia and she nods, “Come on, let’s go get more.”

You walk out with her following to get more. Eventually, after grabbing some downtime, you sit on one of the offices, working on some more designs.

You perk up a little when the sound of Colby yelling for Sam outside the door catches your attention.

“Yo, Sam, where ya going?”

You look over at Malia and you both were up, moving as quick and quietly to the door as you could.

“Colby.” Sam sighs, “Just go back and sign the hoodies. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Not until you tell me what has been up your ass.”

You raise your brows and put your hand over your mouth, Malia doing the same as you go back to listening.”

“Nothing. Just like I said a few days ago, I’m stressin’ out with all the filming we have to do within the next few weeks.” Sam replies, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something, dude.” Colby is persistent, “I want to help you out. It seems like it’s more than just stress.”

You furrow your brows as you wait for Sam to answer.

He doesn’t, and Colby picks up, “Dude, if you’re in love with her, just say that.” Sam scoffs, “What good would that do? She seems to like hanging out and talking to you more than she does with me.”

“Why do you think she’s been hanging out with me and Malia more? Calling me instead of you? Because you’re being an asshole.” Colby pauses, “I’m telling you right now, Sam. That girl is head over heels for you, if you don’t believe me, ask Malia.”

Malia presses her finger to her lips and opens the door to walk out, “Ask Malia what?” The door closes behind her and you can’t help but feel a little more thankful for the two of them.

“Nothing.” Sam mumbles, and Colby laughs, “That y/n and Sam don’t hate each other and that they are infact in love with each other, but yet either of them refuse to do anything about it.”

Sam lets out a sigh, “Just-“ you see the handle on the door go down and you back up, pressing your back against the wall, “Go.. sign the hoodies, I’ll be back out in a sec.”

The door pushes open and Sam walks in. The door closes behind him and you stand there, eyes on him as he faces away from you. He turns around, freezing when he sees you, “I-I, um.” He runs a hand through his hair, “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it.”

He nods, “Um, I guess..” He takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry for treating you the way I have.” He steps towards you, “I didn’t know what came over me. I just seen you being close with Colby, even though I know he’s with Malia, I just-“

“Sam.”

“Yeah?” He sighs, looking up at you. You step towards him, “Do you love me?”

He nods, “For as long and more than you can ever imagine.” You walk over, hands on his neck to pull him into you for a kiss. His hands grip your waist, pulling you as close as possible.

“I love you, too.” You whisper, reconnecting your lips.

The kiss was deepened and next thing you know you’re on his lap , straddling his hips on the couch.

He rolls you over, laying you down as gently as he could, “Think you can take a break?” He kisses down your neck as you nod, “Yeah.” He kisses back up, holding himself up with one hand while he slips his hand under your sweatshirt with his other.

You gasp as his fingers pinch your nipple, moaning out quietly as he grips and kneads at your boob, “Don’t make me wait any longer, Sam.”

He pecks your lips, “You have a point.” He smiles as he sits up, working on pushing his own jeans down as he watches you get rid of your own. He leans forward, holding himself up as he slowly slips into you.

Your hands grab his shoulders and your legs wrap around his waist, “Fuck.” You gasp, feeling yourself stretch around him.

Sam reaches down, brushing hair from your face before connecting his lips with yours. He swallows your moans as he begins to thrust, slow and deep.

A few of his own moans slip out, “Fuck, baby.”

“Feels so good.”

His lips move with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hand tightens its grip on your thigh as his pace picks up.

You tilt your head back, letting out a moan as your walls squeeze his cock, “F-fuck, Sam.” You look up at him, brows knitted together with pleasure, “Keep going.”

His eyes stay on yours as he keeps his pace steady. He watches as your eyes flutter closed before smashing his lips onto yours. They move in a heated passion, your hands exploring each others bodies as you get closer and closer to the edge.

“I love you.” You whimper, “So fucking much, Sam.”

“I love you, sweetheart.” He peppers kisses all over your face, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groans against your lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as his forehead rests on yours, “You’re perfect in every way.”

You moan as your back lifts from the couch, “So close.”

Sam kisses back your jaw, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You whine as your legs tighten, “F-fuck, yes, yes.” Your lips part as moans flow through them. Your thighs twitch around his hips as you come undone within his hold.

He kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at yours skin as he guides you through orgasm, “That’s it, baby. There you go.”

“You sound so pretty.”

“Makin’ me feel so good.” He groans, thrusts picking up, “You have me so close.”

You slide your hand into his hair, biting your lip as his moans fill your ears, “I like making you sound like this.” You whisper, “Fuck, Sam.”

“Anytime you want, baby. M’all yours.” He kisses your neck, burying his face in it as his thrusts grow sloppy.

He pulls your sweatshirt up before pulling out. He groans lowly as his cum shoots out to land on your waist. He lifts his head, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I’m sorry for being a jealous asshole.”

You smile, pressing your hands to his cheeks, “Apology accepted, baby.” You pull him in for a kiss, “Now get me something to clean up with, we have work to do.”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you so much! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[strawberrygrapesandcherry]

[stereklyrics]

The pack is fighting a witch, now they don't really know how to fight a witch. Yeah, it would be easier if Stiles was there with them, but he had to go to this camp or whatever that Deaton said it was going to help with Stiles' new powers after the Nogitsune. So, they have zero idea what they're doing. Derek has enough and calls Stiles, gaining a glare from Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Malia and even Kira 'cause that's something they agreed they wouldn't do to not worry Stiles. Once Stiles picks up, Derek just casually asks "So...You know, not that we really need it right now but...Do you know how to kill a witch?" and Stiles is just like "Seriously? A witch is literally a human with magic, so just kill her the way you would with a regular human. Shot her, slash her throat, poison her, stab her...I don't know, pick one!" And then Lydia takes the phone off Derek and asks "My Banshee scream would kill her?" and Stiles replies "If your scream kills, then yes, just be careful with the rest of the pack." and then Lydia hangs up and gives Derek his phone back. Kira ends up killing the witch with her katana.

Stiles totally knew Derek was calling him about the witch because the pack was fighting a witch...He might have asked Deaton to keep him informed about the threats the pack is dealing during his absence.

[jensenacklesantidote]

SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP. THEY’RE SO FUCKING CUTE I-😭🤚

I’m just so incredibly happy for colby🥹

and I really hope the fandom doesn’t fuck up his happiness, otherwise i’m throwing hands😤

[quinnysnursery]

[👻] be mean to me | colby brock one-shot

pairing : little!colby brock x toxic/abusive!cg!oc (+ some cg!sam, if you squint)

summary : pure angst just pure pure angst honestly

warning/extra tid-bits : VERY HEAVY ANGST. abusive relationship, yelling, injury, abandoning a little, explicit language, all hurt VERY MINIMAL comfort

word count : 1,305

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (x's on the bottom are by @saradika-graphics)

a/n : quinny's sad so yk what that meansss....angst time!! ALSO in no way am i trying to romantize or glorify these types of relationships, i'm simply writing angst and showing just how much toxic relationships can affect someone. (sorry for any typos, i'm just a girl!)

“Being with you,”

Jennifer was nice at first, really. She complimented Colby, offered to pay for herself on dates and never made Colby feel ashamed for his regression. That’s why Colby introduced her to Sam, because Colby knew he loved her unconditionally.

He thought she loved him the same. Sam thought so too, telling Colby how lucky he was for finding such a good girl. 

“Don’t fumble her.” Sam had joked, earning a lighthearted eye roll from Colby.

When Jennifer told Colby she was moving to Colorado and wasn’t willing to compromise with long distance, Sam’s words rang in the back of his head. He couldn’t fumble Jennifer, Jennifer was the best thing to ever happen to him. 

So he told Sam he was moving, spent months pre-recording content for their channel and then- after a teary eyed goodbye- flew with Jennifer to Colorado.

Because Colby loved Jennifer unconditionally, and he would do anything to be with her. Even if that meant leaving Sam behind in LA.

“Makes the flame burn good.”

Things turned sour within the first month. Little things at first- like Jennifer getting overly frustrated at him for forgetting to unload the dishwasher or leaving the toilet seat up.

Colby didn’t mind though, because she always made up for it with sweet gestures. Like candy, or toys.

Sure, it was always candy that Colby didn’t particularly like but…it was the thought that counted. Jennifer had cared enough about Colby to get him candy, he should be thankful.

“So if you need to be mean,”

Jennifer worked in real estate- an area that Colby had zero knowledge of. He knew she sold big houses, like…houses that would make even his and Sam’s pockets hurt.

He knew that had to be stressful, making sure the houses sold on time and for the correct prices. Jennifer had told him time and time again how stressful her clients were.

“They’re just annoying! Always so rude.”

Colby did his best to be there for Jennifer when she came home from work- he was basically a stay at home boyfriend anyway. It was the least he could do. He tried having dinner ready and the table set before she came home.

Some days, it made her smile. Other times, it only seemed to piss her off more.

“Do you really think I want fucking spaghetti? I’m sick of it! God, are you stupid?!” She’d scream until her throat was dry, berating Colby the entire time he scrolled on his phone- ordering her a new meal. 

Colby understood though. At least, he understood when he wasn’t regressed.

When Colby was regressed, he’d try and do other things to make Jennifer smile- since using the stove as off limits. He’d draw pictures or set up forts in the living room.

Jennifer hated it. Always tearing down the pillows or shoving the parchment into the trash. Colby cried, but he’d always end up forgiving her.

“I don’t want to take care of a fucking baby after a bad day at work!” She’d yell, and Colby would understand. He had to understand, cause if he didn’t he risked losing Jenny. His Jenny.

“Be mean to me.”

Colby knew Jennifer’s job had to be stressful because a few months into living in Colorado, she announced that her boss was letting her hire an assistant to help ease up some of the work.

Colby thought that meant he’d be able to regress without being screamed at, he wasn’t entirely wrong…but he also wasn’t right.

Jennifer’s anger turned from Colby to her assistant, Malia. Whose voice Colby only ever heard apologizing.

It seemed that almost every day, Jennifer would come home screaming at Malia through the phone- spewing something along the lines about how incompetent she was.

One day, a regressed Colby realized that if he was tired hearing Jennifer screaming- Malia must’ve been exhausted. So, he decided he’d bear the weight of Jennifer’s words for Miss Malia that day. 

“You’re fucking stupid! Can’t you do anything correctly?!” Jennifer shouted, Colby could hear Malia’s muffled voice through the speaker of Jennifer’s phone as he sat next to Jennifer on the couch- shaky hands holding onto a glass of water.

“No! It wasn’t an ‘honest mistake’ if it was an honest mistake, you wouldn’t be-” Colby let out a shaky breath as he set his plan in motion, tipping the glass of water onto Jennifer’s lap- causing her to let out an ear-piercing screech.

“COLE!” She screamed before sputtering over her words, steam coming out her ears. “Malia, I have to go. My boyfriend’s an idiot!” She spat, handing up her phone and throwing it onto the empty seat next to her.

Colby realized then it was a stupid plan.

That was the first night Jennifer threw something.

“I can take it and put it inside of me.”

Sam checked up on him from time to time. Asking if he was regressing enough, if he was drinking water, if he’d want to visit sometime.

It was nice. It reminded Colby that love without fear existed- just not in his house.

“If your hands need to break more than trinkets in my room,”

After the stupid water cup plan, Colby learned that if he really cared about his toys- he needed to hide them when Jenny came home.

If he didn’t, and Jennifer was in a particularly bad mood, they’d end up in the dumpster outside.

“You can lean on my arm, as you break my heart.”

Jennifer still posted her and Colby’s relationship onto her social media as if things were fine. Even after Colby had come to terms with the fact that nothing about his and Jennifer’s relationship was “fine.”

Unknowing fans would make edits of them, claiming they were the “perfect couple”. Colby’s stomach churned when he saw comments of fans begging for a relationship “like Colby and Jen’s!!” under a photo Jennifer had posted of her leaning on Colby’s arm at some fancy restaurant Colby could barely remember the name of.

He’d been so scared the entire date that something, anything within the restaurant would set her off and he’d regress in public out of fear. 

Still though, Colby’s thumb pressed down on the fan’s comment- liking it.

“Just don't leave me alone, wondering where you are."

Colby’s own brain betrayed him sometimes. Sometimes Colby’s brain would cry out for Jennifer’s comfort after she stormed out of the house in a fit of blind rage.

It took Colby a long time after escaping Jennifer and moving back in with Sam to realize he didn’t want Jennifer’s comfort, he wanted anyone’s.

"I am stronger than you give me credit it for.”

It took Colby a long time to regress without crying after moving back into his and Sam’s house. If he had to guess an exact time, maybe just under a year?

Some days, he wondered if healing was even possible. But Sam never gave up hope, always being sure to dote compliments onto Colby- regressed or not.

“You’re so strong, okay?” Colby didn’t feel strong…but Sam was telling him he was. Sam didn’t lie, especially not to Colby.

He’d told the fans a brief explanation of what happened- leaving out everything and anything that had to do with age regression. 

Once he accidentally opened a DM from a fan telling him that he’d given them the confidence to leave. That he proved to them that life was so much bigger than the bubble their abuser had placed around them. It felt wrong to not answer such a serious DM, so he did.

“You are so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You decided to leave, don’t let anyone take that from you.”

It was only after sending that message that he realized he needed to take his own advice. 

Colby was strong.

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[maria021015]

Teen Wolf characters as desserts

Malia Tate as Tiramisu.

[missameliep]

Fourteen

Book: Wake the Dead

Characters: Troy Hassan & Malia Jones (MC)

Summary: Troy Hassan realizes he's in love with his best friend and would steal the stars for her.

Rate: Teen

A/N: this scene has been forever in my drafts, just a silly little thing that didn't make into the final cut of the miniseries Safe. No zombies, a bit of swearing and one very horny but very cute teen Troy.

My submission to @choicesapril2025 - prompt 19. The start of something unspoken or a slow burn that finally catches fire. (the start of their slow burn for Troy at least)

Fourteen-years-old.

That's how old Troy was when he realized his heartbeats accelerated because of Malia. The adrenaline or whatever pumping in his veins after running around the Tower, challenging each other on doing stupid and dangerous stuff - wreaking havoc, as some maliciously accused - could not be blamed for that. Not every time, at least.

That could have been a rational assumption if only lately his heart wouldn't start galloping like horses from old cowboy movies when there was no running involved or fear of getting caught.

Just a look from her and he was gone...

Perhaps the fear of getting caught was from a different kind... would that be a universal experience for boys with a one-sided crush on their best friend?

Malia and Troy became friends not longer after she was rescued and brought to the Tower with her sister Brynn. Most of their free time is spent together, but lately he wishes for more time, for more of her presence and his stomach churns whenever she picks an activity that does not include him or somebody breaks into the bubble that used to be reserved to the two of them.

Therefore, he should have known the obvious: his feelings for his best friend had morphed into something much less friendly over the past weeks. His body had been sending signals of the way Malia effected it: the heart about to burst from its cage upon meeting her, the slightest brush of her skin against his and all the hair on his body would stand on end as if they were tiny hands stretching to reach her; not to mention the heat that spread down there and another part of his anatomy that would also stretch at the mere sight of the plump of her lips or the roundness of her ass.

May Brynn never notice that!

By that time, the friends dared each other constantly, challenging one another on a number of things, like eating an ancient candy he found at a jacket’s pocket at the supply room that expired long before either of them was even born, stealing shoelaces from residents or pretending to be someone else to confuse teachers with phony accents. Though after the superglue incident and cutting Brynn’s hair while she slept, they promised to avoid extremely dangerous things.  

In his ignorance, he had assumed his body reacted the same way it did to other bodies. They didn't even need to be real, as he learned from some comics and two explicit magazines he saved from destruction and kept hidden under the mattress. However, this seemed different somehow. Perhaps the fact it was her, his best friend, a forbidden fruit he should not touch.

Until this particular afternoon, they followed that rule. 

After skipping classes and playing dares half the day, they found themselves lurking in the hallway, trying to catch glimpses of the small room the guards lounged between their shifts. 

“You sure that’s the key?” He pointed at a large silver key dangling from one of the key holders on the back wall. 

“Positive,” she whispered. “I saw De Luca taking that one.” 

“Ok.” He watched the movement inside for another moment and motioned for her to retreat and follow him to another corridor. 

Leaning his back against the wall, Troy tipped his head up, looking at a flickering lamp while contemplating a plan. Just a few inches away, Malia did the same, mimicking his position.  

Without looking at her, he instructed, “I’ll sneak in there and you stay here.” 

“Of course. It’s my dare, you got to work for it.” 

“Why you want this anyway?” 

“Stars.” 

“What?” His eyes darted to her face, and she averted her gaze taken by a sudden interest in the worn sneakers decorated with many colorful doodles. 

After a moment of deliberation, she looked up, but not at his face.

“I want to see the real stars. And the observation deck in the top is… perfect for that.” 

“And what’s in there for me, Jones?” His thumb slid repeatedly against two fingers, a motion to indicate money he learned from some mob movie. 

“Oh, man! Why are you always like that?” She punched his shoulder playfully, and he let out a breathed chuckle. “You know the rules. You pick the next dare…” 

“That’s way more dangerous than what we normally do…” 

She pushed herself off the wall and stood in front of him with a daring look. “Scared?” 

“Never.” 

“You can give up… and I get your cool jacket.” 

“I never give up.” He removed his boots and handed it to her. “If they catch me, run.” 

Her fingertips stroked the leather of the sleeve, her breath too warm, lips too tempting. He'd do it. He'd steal the stars for her! Every concern about the guards flew through the window. Not an actual window, obvious. None of the corridors or rooms at the Tower got one of those. Only the upper floor where Blackstock and his minions live has one, big enough to look at the entire valley below as some have described.

“Don’t get caught.” 

The heist didn’t take long. Avoiding the cameras and the guard dozing off in one chair, Troy made his way in and out in less than two minutes. Apparently, it was still too long for Malia’s nerves.

At the sight of him, she pulled her hand down and stopped biting at her nails. 

“So?” 

Holding the key between his fingers, he lifted it in front of her like a trophy.

“Who’s the man?” 

Malia’s face lit up with a smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes.  

“I could kiss you right now!”  

The words were like a punch, stealing the air from his lungs. But in a good way.

He sprinted but dared take a glance over his shoulder. His gaze followed the sound of boots, fearing the guards had discovered them; instead, a furious-looking Brynn was chasing after them. 

Before he could even process the perfect comeback, her face fell. The word “run” was hissed through her teeth. When he didn’t do it, the steel grip of her hand around his wrist pulled him along.

“Shit! Wasn’t she out with the scouts?” he murmured, and Malia shrugged.  

“Guess they’re back!” 

After running half the ground floor barefooted and climbing two staircases trying to escape Brynn’s fury, at the end of the hallway at the second floor, Malia found an unlocked door and shoved him inside a poorly lit storage room. 

Stumbling inside breathless, he knocked a broom on his way to the back, which knocked another one that knocked him on the back of his head. Before he could emit any sound and give away their location, one of Malia’s hands covered his mouth while her body pressed against his, using him to halt the collapsing brooms and mops.  

Her palm was calloused from hours practicing with those wood sticks and exercising in the pull up bar, but warm and for unknown reasons while it lingered against his mouth, his teenage brain started going on about how it would feel to have her mouth pressed against his instead. Or maybe her hand pressed against his – What the actual fuck? This again?  

His mind short-circuited.  

It’s not that it never occurred that Malia is a pretty girl. In his opinion, she’s the prettiest and the coolest girl around. When they were eleven, for reasons never shared with him, she dared him to kiss her. He did it, but it weirded her such that she ran away from him afterwards. They never talked about that kiss. An unspoken agreement their relationship would not include this sort of thing. 

“Troy,” Malia whispered, removing her hand from his mouth, “are you gonna puke?” 

“No!” He shook his head and couldn’t say another word even if he had anything clever to say. 

“Because you look like you are, and I don’t wanna be anywhere near you if you are!” 

Maybe that’s what having a crush on your best friend does to you: you just feel sick to your stomach and about to throw up – which he didn’t do, by the way, not even when the door flew open and Brynn marched in, cornering them and threatening to kick their asses if they skipped classes again.  

The key passed from Troy's hand to Brynn's, and from hers back to the place where it came from. Troy couldn’t give Malia the stars she asked for, but it didn’t mean he would stop trying. He'd do anything for her, but he won't tell her that. Instead, he'll dare her to hide Brynn’s boots.

[beforetimes]

CROCODILE TEARS

“No,” Stiles interrupts, seemingly fed-up. “What do you want? With us. With anyone here. With Beacon Hills. There has to be something.”

Liam shrugs in response, drawing into himself. Shoulders hunched, hands fiddling with each other, leg bouncing, Liam is the perfect picture of adolescent anxiety. Then why, Theo thinks, almost frustrated with himself, does this feel so strange?

It’s a puzzle, Theo’s beginning to realize. And he’s missing more than a few pieces.

— brought to you by the author who saw liam fake-cry to escape scott and stiles kidnapping him in season 4 and immediately thought, i need to do something about this. this fic is a different first-meeting au. hinging directly on the idea of a role reversal where liam would be taken by the dread doctors and sent to infiltrate scott's pack, while theo would get to grow up in beacon hills as scott and stiles' third friend in their trio. link here!

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Tough Like Dandelions-verse Continues!

Hello friends, long time no see with an update on this verse, but hey, I've got good news.

I finished a 20k one-shot centering on Theo and Malia's relationship while also showing how Theo has integrated into the pack as a whole since the end of TLD and gearing up for the next part in this awesome story.

Many thanks to @spiderraeken, @raekensarcher, and @outcastpack for helping with this and keeping the brainworm alive as it grew.

The sequel story (Love Like Hellebores) is in the making, so expect some chapters being posted in February (or after, because my wedding is on the 14th, so I might get a little distracted during that). But it's in the works!

[alesbianinlatam]

I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE A FANFIC KYLIA WICH KYLIE IS A VAMPIRE AND MALIA IS A HUMAN IN HER MANSION (or a werewolf, like monster high au or a monster au, dunno) SO BAD GUYS UHGGGG😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧😫😫😫😫😫😫😩😩😩😩😩😩

If someone is thinkg of write some of that stuff, please type me🧚‍♀️

[shykpop]

BRING ME THE HORIZON icons, +like or reblog If you use

[thatmaddogley]

Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN DESCENDENTS

Warnings:

-Mentions of SA and abuse

-Swearing

PART 1/?

“I love you because I don’t know how to not love you, and I can not imagine a world where we are enemies, fighting for our lives, because of our fucked up history.”

Plot

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Red looked down, playing with her fingers nervously.

“I don’t know what love feels like.”

Chloe grabbed Red’s chin and made her look at her. She slowly placed her hand in between Red’s hand, and squeezed ever so lightly.

“Maybe I can teach you.”

Or

Chloe teaches Red what love is very slowly, at her pace. Lots of GlassHeart/Red Charming

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"I don't know what love feels like."

Red was sitting in her dorm who she shared with her roommate and friend Chloe. She was reading an article about news and Wonderland. It was like a whole new world. Everything was the opposite to the wonderland she had known. The book was called, “Wonders Of Wonderland.”

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Wonders Of Wonderland

-By Daisy Peerez

Wonderland, when you think of that name, you just think, well, Wonderful! The Queen of Hearts, Aka Bridget Hearts has insisted that we use her real name in documentaries. The lands of Wonderland are just amazing! Cherry Blossom tree’s line the castle and around the Castle Of Hearts, the villagers are as friendly and as family as you can get, as well as the Queen and her Daughter, Princess Red of Hearts, and Heir to the Throne.

People have been concerned about the Princess’ new attitude change recently that started at the student orientation at Auradon. It started when Principal Uma, daughter of the sea witch Ursula, gave her speech. She sneaked away with Princess Chloe Charming, daughter of King Charming and Queen Cinderella. They came back when Queen Bridget accidentally interrupted Principal Uma, and the Princess yelled, “Mom what are you doing?” which the Queen replied, “Just playing my favorite game, Hearts.” Immediately after that, the Queen put beautiful bubble hearts in the sky. But ever since that encounter, Princess Red has never been the same.

She’s very distant, especially from her mother. She used to be very huggable, and cheerful. You’d be able to hug her from behind and she wouldn’t mind. Now if someone were to hug her, she’d flinch, and push you away. All except for her best friend ever since she was born, Chloe Charming. People are speculating and making theories as to why she is like this. The top theory I have seen is that she got assaulted, or sexually assaulted. But that is unlikely because she doesn’t leave the comfort of her palace, and her mother.

There’s another theory for why she only allows Princess Chloe to be around her. People have suggested that they are dating-

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Dating? Why did people think that? Of course they were close, and that Chloe is the only person who's allowed to touch her and that she might find Chloe’s hand very comforting, and that her hair is so fluffy and so nice to touch and- okay, there were many reasons they could suspect that. But Red wasn’t gay. At least- she thought she wasn’t gay.

She didn’t really understand how things worked because her old mom always said “Love ain’t it,” and “Love makes you weak.” She literally banned and burned any love related book and almost banned people from dating, but then realized she wouldn’t have any subjects if she did that. But it was banned to show love outside your home, or talk about it.

Just then, Chloe walked in smiling and humming, but as soon as she locked eyes with Red, she stopped. “Red?” she asked, concern flickering in her eyes

Red looked up quickly, dropping the article and standing up. “I’m fine.” She said, though her voice wavered slightly

Chloe looked really spectacle and tilted her head. “Uh- okay! So whatcha reading?” Chloe bent down reaching for the article, but Red snatched it away from her. “Hey!”

“No, you can’t read it.” Red insisted, clutching the paper tightly

“Why not?” Chloe asked, her curiosity piqued

“Cause I said so.” Red replied, her tone firm

Chloe huffs and tries to snatch it, the same way when they were fighting for the pocket watch.

“I don’t know about you,” Red said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “but I’m getting deja vu.”

Chloe nods. “And you do know I was the one who won that right? I can do it again.”

Red smirks. “Oh yeah Princess? Come and get it then!” Red darted towards the bathrooms, article in hand, attempting to lock herself in there, but Chloe is just as fast, snatching Red’s hoodie and making both of them fall backwards.

Red froze. It wasn’t because she was in pain, oh no, she handled worse. But it was the position they were in. When they landed, Chloe fell on her back, with Red’s back on top of her, but Chloe flipped them, to where Chloe was at top, and Red was on bottom…Not where she’d like to be.

Chloe immediately blushed out of embarrassment, and got off Red immediately. Red was too shocked to know what was even going on.

Chloe nervously reached a hand out towards Red to pull her up. Red accepted it gratefully and sat on her bed. Chloe immediately backed away.

“I’m so sorry I- I forgot about your boundaries and-”

Chloe feels a warm hand touch her palm and she shuts up immediately.

“Chloe, it's fine. I was just a bit taken aback, that's all. You’re literally the only person who can even walk next to me.” That makes Chloe chuckle.

Chloe then walks over to Red’s bed, silently asking if she can sit, and Red nods.

They sit in comfortable silence until Chloe breaks it. “So…why are you so distant anyways? I mean, I know you have lots of trauma from your old mom but…what led up to it?” Chloe saw Red’s face change into a frown, so she immediately went back. “I mean- if you want to answer that is- I know it's hard to talk about, so I won’t push you.”

Red looks away for a few moments, sighing. Thinking if she should tell her only friend of her broken parts. The ones that can never be fixed or healed. One of those broken things, being her heart. She was sure nothing in this world could get her to re-open her heart again. Not after that night that changed Red forever… But Chloe was different. She doesn’t know why, but she is. And she always will be. Red can’t describe it but there is like a magical string connecting them together. They were meant to find each other, meant to connect with each other. So Red does something she hasn’t done since she was six. Listen to her heart.

“I’ll tell you.’’

Endnotes

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Sorry I left you on a cliffhanger…but I will be updating it more. I’m gonna try and have a schedule for postinging but who knows. I have a busy schedule. Also, fun fact, the name I used for the publisher is actually my best friend’s first name. But I used another last name for obvious reasons. But whenever you see OC names, they could be my friends. I don’t know how many parts this will be so yeah haha. Leave suggestions for others! Stay positive, love yall <33

August 6th, 2024

Written by: Thatmaddogly

[jensenacklesantidote]

AHHHHHHHH

I CANT. I FUCKING LOVE THEM. THEY’RE SO FUCKING HOT! 🥵😩

ALSO HE FR SLAYEDDD CHELLA!! GAH DAMN!!

[fionajames]

im not ready for ao3 to be down tonight, i have so many fics to read

[maria021015]

Lydia: You’d think a genius would be able to figure out how to follow an instruction manual. But I guess not.

Malia. Maybe if it was in English…

Kira: And the right way up.

Malia: It makes no difference. This still doesn’t make sense.

Melissa: It’s alright. The boys will be here soon and I’m sure they’ll be able to make heads and tails of it.

Lydia: All the more reason for us to work it out before they get here.

[immeya]

Hear me out… walk with me: so, these three but like, as a ship