Malia- I Was Wrong
Requests- Hello! Can you do an imagine were the reader is dating Malia and Malia is very protective over her and loves pda? Thanks / Hi!! I was wondering if I could have a Malia Tate imagine (girls point of view) based on Ghost by Halsey? Thanks
A/N- So i combined these two requests, since they were both Malia and it might not be totally based on the song, but I hope you like it anyway. Btw, I love Halsey and I was listening to that song on repeat for like two hours. Next up is a Stiles imagine.
You turned over in your sleep, expecting to roll right into the arms of your girlfriend Malia, but your body only hit the empty mattress. You opened your sleep-blurred eyes, searching the edge of the bed, but it was obviously empty.
You sat up with a frown, peering around the room, and that was when you remembered. Last week, Malia had come up to you in the hall, a guilty expression of her face as she stood in front of your locker.
“I’m not good for you, Y/n,” was the first thing she had said to you.
“What?” you asked, with a nervous laugh. “What are you talking about?”
Sure, Malia had her moments. Sometimes she was a little rough when she kissed you, her claws digging into your hips as she tugged your forward. And maybe she got a little too protective, especially when she almost tackled a Devenford lacrosse player that was trying to flirt with you last week. When you finally calmed her down, she had pulled you into a harsh kiss, making sure the guy had been watching.
While all those things might be seen as annoying or unpleasant by other people, you liked them anyway. Those were actually some of your favorite things about Malia. You loved her, and you wouldn’t have her any other way.
“I’m not good for you,” she repeated. “And with the dread doctors trying to kill us, you don’t need to be around me.”
“But…what are you saying?” you asked softly, afraid you already knew where this was going.
“I’m breaking up with you,” she told you. “We never should have dated in the first place.”
You blinked, your expression a perfect pictures of shock and hurt. You knew that things hadn’t been going well for Malia and the rest of her friends lately. It was true that she had been different the past few weeks, but you had never thought she would break up with you.
“I’m sorry,” she cut you off, not being able to stand your broken eyes on her. She turned around, holding her books tightly to her chest and praying you wouldn’t follow her. She waited until she got around the corner, and then she let her tears spill.
She had never wanted to break up with you, but she loved you too much to put you in danger. You weren’t like Malia and the rest of her friends. You weren’t used to fighting monsters and watching people die at every turn, and because of that Malia knew she couldn’t be selfish this time. She couldn’t put you in danger. But you didn’t know that, and so after you realized Malia wasn’t coming back, you just sat in your bed, trying not to cry.
It hadn’t been unusual for Malia to crawl into your window in the middle of the night and slip into your bed, wrapping her arms tightly around you. She did it almost every night, and not having her there only made the pain of the breakup worse.
You looked at the clock, realizing you had to get up for school in an hour. You sighed, flopping back down on the bed and pulling the covers up over your shoulders. You closed your eyes, but you had never gotten much sleep when Malia wasn’t there, and tonight was no exception.
“You look awful,” Lydia remarked as she sat across from you in the library.
“Thanks,” you told her dryly, shooting her a look a dirty look.
“I think she means you look tired,” Kira interjected smoothly.
“I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” you told her, your tone softening. “Actually, I haven’t gotten a lot of sleep for the past week.”
Kira frowned, knowing how hard the breakup was for you. She understood why Malia had done it, but so far it was doing nothing but making both of you depressed and snippy.
“Maybe we should all just go out and do something fun,” Kira suggested. “To get your mind off things.”
“I’m not really in the mood,” you told her sullenly, your cheek propped up against your hand as you stared at the blank page of paper in your notebook.
Kira looked over at Lydia, only to see the banshee fixing her with a knowing look. She raised her eyebrows, and Kira nodded, knowing what she had to do.
“Why won’t things stop trying to kill us?” Malia sobbed as she bit into a cheese curl.
“Because Scott and Stiles restarted the nemeton, remember?” Kira asked gently.
Malia fixed her with a glare so deadly Kira was surprised her heart was still beating. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I guess that was rhetorical.”
The breakup had hit you hard, but little did you know it was hurting Malia a lot worse. That was why she had been camped out in Kira’s bedroom every afternoon for the past week, stuffing her face with as much junk food as she could find.
“Maybe eating isn’t the best way to deal with your feelings,” Kira advised, gently reaching for the bag of cheese curls.
Malia’s eyes flashed blue, and she let out a deadly growl as soon as Malia fingers touched the bag. The kitsune gulped, pulling her hand away and realizing she couldn’t wait any longer.
“You should just talk to her,” Kira told her. “Neither of you are happy, and it’s not really protecting her. Actually, if they wanted to get to her, you wouldn’t be there to protect her.”
Malia frowned, wiping her tears and considering Kira’s words. The kitsune had a point, and Malia realized that maybe she hadn’t put as much thought into her plan as she should have. There was no point to being apart if it wasn’t going to keep you safe.
Malia stood up, dropping the bag of snack food to the floor. “I’m going to the school,” she announced.
You sat on the bleachers, watching Scott and Stiles scrimmage against another school. Usually Malia would be here with you, sitting beside you as you did your homework and making comments about which players she thought would crush Scott and Stiles. But not today.
Today you were alone, sighing as you watched the players run back and forth on the field. You had already finished up your homework, and right about now you and Malia would have been laughing as Stiles got hit in the face with a ball. But she wasn’t there, and the only thing you felt was misery.
It wasn’t as much fun without her, you realized, and you found yourself grabbing your things and getting up to leave. There was no point to it if Malia wasn’t there.
You walked parallel to the field, and had the unfortunate luck of passing a benched player from the other school. “Hey baby,” he called. “You look lonely.”
You rolled your eyes and spat out a “Bite me.”
“I’d love to,” the guy said, jumping off of the bench and coming towards you.
You rolled your eyes, absolutely not in the mood for this, and kept walking. But you guessed since the guy didn’t have anywhere to be, he thought that talking to you would be a smart way to use his time.
“Why are you all by yourself?” he asked, jogging next to you.
“I’m not really a people person,” you said bluntly.
“Neither am I,” he told you. “We have so much in common.”
“Well, unlike you, I’m not interested.”
You brushed him off, walking faster, but he grabbed your wrist.
“Hey, I’m still talking to y-”
Suddenly he was being slammed into the fence, his back hitting the cold metal chain painfully. “Ow, what the h-
"She said she wasn’t interested,” Malia snarled.
Your eyes widened as hers lit up a cold blue, and she bared her teeth at the guy. His jaw dropped, and he stumbled away, staring at her in disbelief as he tripped over his own feet.
Malia wasted no time in turning to you, and before you could utter a word, she was slamming her lips onto yours. She roughly tugged you closer, and your fingers moved up to tangle in her hair.
“W-wait,” you breathed, pulling away slightly. “Malia, you broke up with me.”
“I know,” she told you quickly. “And I’m sorry. I thought I was protecting you, but I really just made both of us miserable. I was wrong.”
“It’s okay,” you told her, reaching up to run your thumb across her cheek.
“Should I torture him?” she asked, nodding her head to the guy who grabbed you.
“I think he got the message,” you told her.
Later that night, you slept in Malia’s arms, her face nestled into the back of your neck. Her arms were wound tightly around your waist, and if anyone were to walk into your room, they would see that you were smiling in your sleep. Needless to say, it was the best sleep you had gotten in a long time.