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@losingmyshadow-blog
[ I'm going to go ahead and just place Stiles on a hiatus. My muse for him has been a little wonky lately and I haven't been able to do anything here for almost two weeks. That's not to say he won't pop back in tomorrow and me go through all my drafts. But I promise, as long as you don't mind waiting I'll eventually reply to things. Meanwhile, you can find me over here if you'd like. ]
[ Quiet reminder that I still am on a semi-hiatus. Even though at this point it’s more of a full on hiatus. I’m currently bogged down with homework and generally tired all the time so my muses are hiding out. I still have all my replies drafted and I promise I’ll get to them as soon as I can brain. ]
heartsweater:
”We’re all going through our own things and I’m handling mine, you don’t need to worry. I’m a big girl.”
"Well I'm just not really believing you here this time. Besides, Scott would kick my ass if something was up and I didn't ask about it..."
tattooedwound:
"Most of your ideas end up with me potentially maimed, tricked into public exposure, or induce a severe amount of suffering on me. I’m not letting it go, Stiles.”
"Oh come on, it's not always like that and you know it. Don't be like that, Scott.It's okay to admit it."
burningbrightparrish:
“I’d hardly qualify surviving being set on fire as ‘do fire things’, Stiles. Quite frankly, I have no damn idea of what I can do. And you’re smart. You were possessed by an evil spirit that wanted to kill us all and you found a way to defeat him. I’d call that pretty heroic. Even without powers.”
"Right, but I was possessed to begin with and I wasn't the only one who figured out how to defeat him anyway. But I'm pretty sure you're not possessed and you've got some cool immunity to fire. Which is pretty freakin' cool, you gotta admit that even if you don't know what you can do. Thanks though, for the heroic bit. But I don't think so."
screamsofbanshee:
"Yea, it’s disgusting," she scrunched her nose and shook her head. When he continued talking Lydia chuckled, “Yes, sex anywhere you’d like to have it today,” she teased threading their fingers together as she glanced around the hallway briefly before moving towards the double doors. “See I’m a great girlfriend.
"If we're going to go anywhere we should probably do it quick because the bell is about to ring..." He sped up his walking as they headed out the doors and made it outside. "I never denied you being a great girlfriend in the first place. You put up with me,you have to be," he said with a grin and nudged against her. "Your car or mine?"
screamsofbanshee:
Lydia tried and failed to hide her smirk. “No, I suppose you don’t. And at the rate we’re going here you’ll never find out,” she joked. She was terrible, but it was just so easy to fluster him. And Stiles was nothing if not adorable while he was flustered. She glanced down at his hand that was tugging on the hem of her shirt and sighed. “Honestly Stiles, I don’t have all day. Are you making me twenty dollars richer or are you going to man up, take my shirt off and get my twenty bucks?” She asked calmly, eyes arched in his direction.
"Don't rush me here," he said, still standing there and holding onto the hem of her shirt. He looked back up and her and down at his hands several times before taking a deep breath. With his eyes closed and fingers gripped probably too tightly at the shirt, he lifted it up and prayed that Lydia was going to work with him and move her arms so he could get it off and away before she could punch him in the face.
[ I'm not dead! I've just been on this really weird sleep schedule (as in I woke up at midnight the night before and 4 a.m. last night) and I'm about to try to proficiency test out of two of my classes Thursday (hoorayyyy). Muse is very low for here and Danny (if you follow me there as well) so I'll try to hop on when I can and get drafts pumped out. I promise I have them all ready when muse is back in full swing! ]
[ Luke Pasqualino looks so much like he could be related to Tyler Posey, please tell me someone has made an amazing Delgado cousin with him... ]
tattooedwound liked for a starter
"Oh come on Scott. We all know my ideas are like a million times better than yours. Just let it go."
burningbrightparrish liked for a thing
"Sooo...you do fire things, huh? Seems like I'm the only freakin' person around here without some fancy power or something."
heartsweater:
”Completely okay. Everything is just…
— I’ll be fine, okay? Do you want something to drink?”
"How come I'm having a hard time believing that then? And no thanks, I'm good--"
screamsofbanshee:
A large grin tugged at Lydia’s lips, “It is some really nice material, soft, cool. If feels pretty good against my skin.” She added trying to keep the humor out of her voice as he held onto the hem, but did nothing else. “Well you were going to take your shirt off, are you trying to say my body can’t stand the low temperature as well as yours?” She inquired with an arched brow. "Because I can assure you my core temperature is running extremely warm.” She replied her voice soft as she bit her bottom lip.
His fingers still sat at the hem of her shirt while his mind contemplated his next movements. Which right now seemed to be to just stand there and look stupid. Lydia was absolutely killing him and he had a feeling that from the look her face she knew exactly what she was doing. "Hey I don't know what your core body temperature is--" Was that an innuendo that he was overlooking? He felt like it was. And yet he still just stood there tugging at the hem of her shirt like an idiot. Great."
screamsofbanshee:
Lydia couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in her throat she leaned into him and brushed her lips against his jaw before shifting back. “Thank god, I thought you were actually going to try and convince me to stay in here.” She scrunched her nose. “We can find another room…or we can be really bad and skip all together,” she told him with a smirk as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the doorway.
"Well...I thought of trying to convince you until tat smell hit my nostrils. There's just no ignoring that." He made a face and shook his head. "Ohh, does that mean sex outside of classrooms?Where it doesn't smell like feet and other horny teenagers? I'm in." Before she dragged him out he reached back to grab his backpack this time then let her lead him out of the forever smelly janitor's closet.
screamsofbanshee:
Lydia could tell the smile he was giving her didn’t reach his eyes and she hated that he felt he had to hide his pain from her even though she understood why. “I know I don’t have to Stiles, I want to. Look I know this is hard, but please don’t push me away…let me be here for you.” He was always there when she needed him and she wanted that to go both ways.
If it were up to Stiles he would have kept Lydia in the dark about everything. But he knew that she cared too much to let him do anything of the sort. And he didn't want her to feel like he was pushing her away. Because if he was at all, it wasn't intentional. "I'm not trying to push you away, I promise. I'd rather just push all of these dreams away and I guess me not talking about them is the easiest way I know to do it. If I just pretend they're not there then they'll go away eventually, right?"
screamsofbanshee:
Lydia pursed her lips. It did suck, but she was scared. What if they stayed together and they wound up hurting each other? What if he cheated? What if she did? Lydia didn’t think that would ever be an issue for them, but what if it was? “I’d ask you to come with me, but I know that wouldn’t be fair,” she replied. “And I’d stay here but— well I’m afraid I’d end up resenting you for it and I don’t want that. I love you Stiles more than I knew it was even possible to love someone else and I’m scared. I’m scared us being so far apart will ruin what we have.”
Stiles didn't want to be faced with this decision right now. Or ever for that matter. He just wanted to be able to be with Lydia and not have to worry about any of this. But he knew that wasn't the case. She was smart and she deserved so much. Even if it meant her being halfway across the country from him. He took in another deep breath, looking down at the ground then back up at her finally. "I wouldn't dream of asking you to stay. You know that. And I can't leave dad here alone either. He'd have the house burnt down in four hours probably." He tried to force a smile again, but didn't quite follow through. "We've already been througha lot. Even if we weren't technically 'together' for it. I think we can survive a little distance. If you want to call it a break so it's not so hard then that's fine. But I don't want that to mean that we stop talking all the time. Or that we don't see each other when we come home for breaks or holidays, okay?"
nebulouswail:
“Okay.” Lydia smiled, a genuinely sweet smile filling out over her milky visage as her gaze skimmed Stiles’ features. There was no way she could resist those warm whiskey eyes, and she found herself wishing she could freeze this moment and live in it forever with this beautiful boy in front of her. After pressing another quick kiss to his cheek, she slipped into his t-shirt and gave him a playful smile over her shoulder before making her way to the kitchen to whip up the gourmet coffee and some pancakes with bacon on the side. ”I’ll be back.”
Stiles leaned back, watching Lydia slip into his shirt with brows raised. How he ended up here he didn't think he would ever quite figure out. Lydia was absolutely gorgeous as she gave him a look over her shoulder and headed off to the kitchen. It left him shaking his head with a small before he plopped back against the pillow. Lydia Martin was making him breakfast in bed. Which in turn meant he was probably one of the luckiest guys in the world.
