The List

Anon asked: Stiles lists every thing he likes about Malia.

Warning: attempted stalia fluff ahead, also sorry if they are OOC.

Malia looks over at her brown eyed boyfriend, he's nose deep in his psychology book, as his eyebrows raise slightly at each word his eyes scan. She smiles lightly and leans closer to him, so that she's exactly in his line of vision, he closes the book softly, and looks up, a hint of curiosity in his smile.

"What are you reading?" She asks, as she tilts her head in his direction, and he sets down his psychology book to finally look at his girlfriend.

"Psychology." He half yawns, and she nods, as she plays with the little square ring on her finger, he chuckles softly, as he pulls her closer by her surprisingly tense shoulders.

"What's up, Mal?" He asks, as she leans against him, not looking up into his eyes, as she continues to play with the ring, he notices her heart beat picks up slightly, as if she's scared or embarrassed.

"Stiles, what do you like about me?" She suddenly asks, looking up at him with her big brown eyes that he's grown to love, as he smiles at her gently, smoothing back a little hair, although his mouth is slightly open at the boldness of her question.

"Well, I like a lot of things, actually, I adore a lot of things." He says, putting a heavy emphasis on adore, and she smiles softly up at him, her cheeks are slightly reddened, and he guesses from the discomfort she is feeling.

He smiles back, pulling her closer to his chest, as he takes the small ring out of her hand, putting it on the wooden table next to her, he needed to hold her hand for this. He gently intertwines their fingers, as he rubs the soft flesh of her knuckle with his rough thumb.

"I adore the way you always seem to learn from things around you, your eagerness to learn, I adore that you aren't like the other girls, and you mostly don't care what you look like, or what you wear, I adore when you give me that doe eyed facial expression, but could actually kick my ass, I adore it when you climb into my window and wake me up at 3 am, because you had a nightmare, I really adore that I can be your comfort. He pauses and watches her face, her cheeks are tomato red, as she softly bites her lip, listening to him intently.

"I like that you always worry about me, even when other won't, I like that you became like a home to me, and that we are always open and honest with each other. I like how you don't keep secrets with me, I like how you trail mud in her house, and then tell me a wild story about being a coyote, and how you survived, I like when you kick ass in video games, and when you try to cook and you almost end up burning the kitchen down." He chuckles when she swats him on the shoulder playfully, as he gently runs his thin fingers through her soft hair, she doesn't protest, as she leans more against him, their one hand is still intertwined on her lap.

"I like that you are tough, and that you survived and accomplished so much on short notice that you've been human, I like your awkward moments, when you don't know what to say, so you decide to try to hide but I always find you, I like when we sleep together and I'm always the little spoon, all the pillow talk we had, you know? most times I don't even talk to Scott because he can't relate, but you, Oh, I could talk to you for ages and you can relate. I like that we found each other in our darkest nights, and came out stronger, together. We do make a really good team." He pauses when she nods, but her eyes don't meet his, and he continues on.

"I like that we always make time for each other, even when we're busy, I like that you're always the first person to help me with something, whether it's fixing Roscoe, which I know is a real pain, or something easy like fixing the stove because it's burned through it's last fuse." He says, and watches her giggle, her eyes are glossing over he notices, as he pulls her back against his chest, as he rubs her knuckles.

"I like how smart you are, and how quick you think on your feet, and how you always come up with a solution, even if it's the worst situation, ever. I like your caring heart, and how you remember little details about me, because no one else ever has, I like how you protect me, and always wants what's best for me. But, most importantly, Malia." He whispers softly, as he tilts her chin up, and a few tears fall out of the corner of his eye, and it makes his heart hurt.

"I don't like you, I love you." He whispers, as he connects their lips for a soft kiss, she kisses his back, her hands slowly running through his hair, as she pulls him closer.

After a few minutes he pulls back.

"I didn't know that I would fall in love with you, and I'm glad I did, you showed me things, that I wouldn't imagine were possible, and now I have a family again, a home." She whispers softly, as tears fall down her flushed cheeks.

"You'll always have a home, here." He promises, as he brushes away a few tears from her eyes, she smiles softly, as she slowly embraces him, he hugs her back, closing his eyes.

"And, I love you too." Malia whispers against his neck, and he feels his heart flutter in his chest, he doesn't know how long he waited for someone to say those words to him, but he's glad it's her, his soulmate.