; stalia au imagines/one shots ;

"fire & gasoline"

Malia's POV

I was sitting in Stiles's room for an hour waiting for him to come home to help me with my math work.

Stiles was usually the one to call me if something was up so when I did, he'd pick up in an instant, like he knew something really important must've happened.

But now, I waited anxiously, calling and texting him, but his phone was turned off. It felt strange to me as he usually picked up the second I called him.

So when my phone rang I sprung up from my position. To my surprise, the caller ID read "Scott Mccall" and I answered it.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Malia, it's me, Scott."
"Scott, what's going on?"
"It's about Stiles."
"What the hell is happening? He was suppose to help me study for math an hour ago." I snarled.
"Exactly. We haven't heard from him since, and we don't know where he is, we think he's in trouble, Malia." and with those words, my coyote senses tingled within me.
"How are we gonna find him?"
"Kira, Lydia, Liam and I are gonna try look for him. Do you think you could catch his scent?"
"Don't worry Scott, I got this." I said before hanging up.

Like an instinct, my supernatural senses heightened. With or without Stiles here, I knew I needed to help myself with my powers to find him. As I was in his room, I immediately recognized his scent and without hesitation, ran straight out the house to find him.

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Soon enough as I arrived, so did Scott and the rest of the pack. We were at a unfamiliar bridge where I managed to spot Stiles standing at the edge, looking down to the bottom.

"There!" I called out and pointed towards him, through all the thick mist.

"Oh god." They said in sync as we made our way towards Stiles.

"Stiles, buddy, can you hear me?" I hear Scott say.

"Leave me alone please..." I hear Stiles say while he whimpers. For some reason my heart ached from his words.

"What the hell is he doing?!" I ask confused and worried.

"He's going to kill himself.." Scott replied.

"Well why the hell would he do that for?" I questioned.

"I don't know. Did any of you know about any of this? How long has he felt this way? This isn't right." Scott said with distress.

"It could be the 'post nogitsune effects'." Kira blurted out. "He's feeling the depression he did before."

"I thought we were done with this whole 'nogitsune' thing?" Lydia replies.

"Yeah but as I said, it's like an after effect."

"Whatever it is, we still need to help him." Scott interrupts.

"Stiles, everything is gonna be alright okay?" Scott says as he tries to near him. We'll help you, we'll-"

"JUST GO AWAY!" "I DONT NEED YOUR HELP! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Stiles snaps and catches all of us off guard.

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Stiles POV

"JUST GO AWAY!" "I DONT NEED YOUR HELP! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I snap, unable to control my emotions.

"Scott, let me try, maybe I could help." I hear her familiar voice and it warms my heart, calming my mood.

"Stiles, it's me, Malia. You okay?" I hear her say as I feel someone's hand on my shoulder. With just one touch, my body tingles and relaxes at the same time. I turned to see her face to face.

"Malia...?" I look at her, her hair was in a lovely braid, her face so beautiful, it could save lives. Her big brown eyes were mesmerizing as we stare at each other momentarily. I snapped out of it as I couldn't control my emotions and I shoved her away.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted. "Please.." I was terrified of my own actions as I saw her face, scared, but not ready to give up on me.

"Stiles! Listen to me! Hey, it's me alright, it's Malia!" She raised her voice, determined to do something. "Snap out of it!"

"I-I can't." I stuttered.

"I'm not gonna take that as an answer okay?" "I know I'm not good in things like advice but I know that you just have to listen to me."

"Just look at me, focus on my eyes." She says as she pushes my chin upwards so I could look at her.

Her eyes were fiery and glowed bright blue and she looked so beautiful, but I couldn't contain myself and I began to have a panic attack.

I screamed and flung my arms, I felt like I was going crazy, unable to control myself. It came upon me by surprise, I began to feel waves and waves of fear, trembling through me. I could hear my heart pounding so loudly like it was about to burst. I became so afraid, so scared that I was incapable of catching my own breathe.

Then it stopped as she pressed her lips against mine. My heart had stopped racing and I was able to breathe again, able to control my emotions. She pulled away and smiled at me. Her eyes sparkled like stars on the night sky.

I knew why she'd help me, and why she didn't give up so easily on me. It's because I didn't either. I smiled at the thought that we were able to let one another in and that we could save each other from our own misery.

"Thank you." I said to her as I pulled her into my arms where we embraced each other through our connection.

She was my anchor and I was hers.