I just have voices in my head

Not all monsters do monsterous things Lydia Martin | Banshee | Teen Wolf

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delightfullybritish:

He nodded. “ X-Ray’s my best friend, and my partner. ” Vav would be nothing without X-Ray, if he were to be completely honest with himself. The other boy had offered him a bed to couch to sleep on, food to eat, and unwavering compassion and trust. Without X-Ray, Achievement City wouldn’t have been the only thing would’ve fallen apart. Watching along with Lydia, he listened. Beacon Hills must be where she comes from, he concluded, sparing a glance over her way. Seeing her pursed lips and narrowed eyes, he looked back to the screen, face immediately flushing at her comment. “ That - That was a joke, ” he insisted with an awkward chuckle. “ A joke that got way outta hand. ” When they had done their superhero pelvic thrust in front of Hilda, she had commented on how she had really expected it. But now, the fact that he was now faced with having to explain it here, in front of a girl he had a crush on a few short months ago, made him want to throw himself off a balcony.

“Oh. That’s really sweet. Is he here in New York as well or are you separated?” Lydia hoped she didn’t hit a sore spot by asking him if his friend and partner was around as well. She’d never had had the luxury of growing up with a best friend, or even have her best friend for a long time. But she knew how inseparable Stiles and Scott were. “A joke?” Lydia laughed, shaking her head ever so slightly. “Please tell me you are still doing this? Because I so need to see that happening live! I will even play damsel in distress so the two of you have a reason to do it.” 

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lahcyisms:

“i’ll, uh, be sure to keep that in mind— if we ever get out of here,” isaac shrugged. “wow,” he commented as she began listing off what he had missed in beacon hills. sure, he had assumed he missed plenty. he wasn’t just gone a week or anything, but he didn’t even know some of the people she was talking about. “wow, that’s a lot of, you know— stuff. but um, yeah, that’s probably best. i was just wondering.”

Lydia drew her eyebrows together, shaking her head. “Of course we will get out of here. If we could open a rift with memories, we can find a way out of here. I am not going to miss out on MIT, that’s not happening! We got Stiles and Scott, they always find a way.” The redhead believed in that, she had learned that she needed to keep the hope up. Somehow, there was always a way out. Shifting from one foot to another she looked around her before focusing back on Isaac. “It’s just the tip of the ice berg, trust me. And I get you. Argent needs to know, especially after the whole Kate thing. But none of us could talk to our parents in two months, maybe they all believe that we are dead by now.” She kept her smile on her face as she pulled her coat tighter around here. “Want to get a coffee and tell me what you’ve been up to? Because I’m starting to really freeze.” Which was her own fault, repeatedly, for refusing to wear actual pants instead of tights and skirts.

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painfully-human:

[Stiles]: You are so naughty, it’s sexy. I also love how we both so little to no respect for Coach either… But like you said, no Coach, no office. [Stiles]: I just got my uniform today, baby. And I ran into Issac. Yeah, as in Lahey.

[Lydia]: Did you just now notice this? [Lydia]: Hey that has nothing to do with Coach. I love that man. Sure, I do have nightmares that he eventually wants to give me payback for all the sex I had in his office so I dream about waking up to find him and my mom in the living room. But I also had sex in the guidance counselor office, Coach is just really predictable when he is in his office and when not. But yeah, sadly no. [Lydia]: Hmmm... Did you have superior motives by telling me you got your uniform? [Lydia]: Met him too, yeah. I guess the more the merrier. 

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imthemonstcr:

eleven spent most of her time either running or hiding. unless she was stealing. how else was she supposed to eat? she was helpless at this point. and she didn’t like reverting back to her old ways, but there was nothing else she could do. running and hiding meant she didn’t meet many people. except for one, just the day before. “isaac…” she murmured, almost looking around for him even as her eyes kept closing hen fluttering open. 

Lydia drew her eyebrows together, confused. “Isaac? I know an Isaac, maybe it’s the same boy. Can you tell me more about him? If it’s him I can help you find him.” There were so many Isaac’s, she doubted they were talking about the same one.  Lydie gave the girl the tissue for her bleeding nose. “C’mon, let’s sit down. I've got something to drink if you’d like.”

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demcnmarkcd:

    ☠ — Dean wasn’t 100% sure as to what just happened, but the smile upon his lips refused to fade. Why she grabbed at her throat confused, but A M U S E D the hunter. Perhaps without the first blade, he could just entertain himself by tormenting the people around him, maybe that would satisfy him till he could get his hands on it. “To be polite, of course.” Dean answered simply, his arm resting casually upon the bar. “Usually it’s a nice way to make friends. Trust me, you don’t want to get on the wrong side of me. You’d be wise to befriend me while I’m giving you the choice.”

Lydia drew her eyebrows together, watching him. Slowly, she let her hand move away from her throat until she dropped it in her lap. “You know I’m not scared of you, I know how to protect myself. And you are what? Twenty years older than me? That would be one peculiar friendship. But fine.” She gave him a small nod. “Order something, I’ll pay.”

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lahcyisms:

“i kinda had to learn,” isaac chuckled, shrugging it off. “ah, so most of you are here,” he nodded, unsure of what to make of that. if there was one thing he missed during his time in france, it was the pack. but then he heard her name. she was here? alive? how was that even possible? more importantly, how come no one told him? he supposed he didn’t deserve an explanation after just leaving. he didn’t exactly stay in contact with any of them besides chris anyways. he had spent the first few months in france just dealing with allison’s death, and how her last words were to scott. he was stupid to think he could compete with scott to begin with. he had moved on from that, but she was here. “does— does chris know?” he asked, wondering if he knew and just didn’t tell isaac.

Lydia smiled, nodding. “I could have given you a crash course if you’d ask me. I’m pretty fluent in French. If you ever travel to Brazil, Italy, Spain or Germany I can help you. My Mandarin and Japanese is still a little rough but I could give you enough for basic conversation.” She laughed, gotten carried away. Lydia tilted her head slightly, shaking her head. “The pack has kind of grown since you left. I mean, Ethan left and so did Derek, eventually. But Malia is still in Beacon Hills. Not sure if she joined because of Stiles but she stayed in the pack one way or another. Kira is with the skinwalkers. Liam is the boy that Scott bit, Hayden is his girlfriend and also a werewolf. Then there is also Mason and Cory, Mason’s boyfriend. And Parrish, the new Deputy - not sure if you remember - but I’m not sure if he’d consider himself part of the pack anyway.” Lydia pursed her lips, looking at the ground. She felt guilty, keeping Allison here, away from her dad. “No, Argent doesn’t really know. We can’t exactly call anyone outside of this town, nor text them. And what would we say? Hey Chris, Allison is back, bring Melissa so weird double dates could happen? She deserves to tell him herself, whenever she is ready.”

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painfully-human:

[Stiles]: I like the noise cancelling headphones idea the best. I’m not stopping sexy times with you to save money. That’s a horrible thing to ask. [Stiles]: Especially since I finally convinced you to be my girlfriend.

[Lydia]: Yeah, I’m not giving up those times either. They are too good to pass up on anymore.  [Lydia]: I mean, unless Coach comes here and allows us to borrow his office Scott will have to suck it up [Lydia]: You’re still happy you somehow managed to do that, huh?  [Lydia]: I’m happy I finally gave in.

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lahcyisms:

“oh, that’s a new level of weird. two months? crap,” isaac shook his head. if lydia couldn’t figure it out, who could? “putain de merde—” he mumbled under his breath, still used to the french language, before he realized what he had said. even though it wouldn’t surprise him if she understood. “wait, you’re the only one from the pack here?”

“Two months. The city is beautiful during Christmas time but you know it’s been bad when I came close to wearing pants because of the snow.” She shrugged, trying hard not to think about what it may mean to be stuck here. Raising an eyebrow, Lydia eyed Isaac. Impressed. Which wasn’t a common state for the strawberry blonde. “Your French is really good.” She shook her head no. “The others came here by choice, more or less. Stiles came here by choice to look for me and he dragged Scott along.” For a second she considered if she should tell him about Allison, but it decided he’d find out one way or another eventually. Maybe even smelled her on her, who knew. They shared a place with the two boys at least, constantly spending time together. “And Allison.. not really sure how any of that happened but I guess you could say she just woke up here as well.”

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painfully-human:

[Stiles]: God I love you, and I’m also laughing at the thought. We definitely would.

[Lydia]: Love you too, flannel. [Lydia]: Right? We need that money and seriously, they can’t ask us to stop to save money.  [Lydia]: Maybe we can get him noise canceling headphones, they would last longer. Only if he asks nicely though.

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lahcyisms:

“uh, yeah. that one. the second one. i just got here, but two hours ago, i was still in france. no idea how it happened, but um, you’re saying this happened with you?”

“You were still in Fance? That’s great. You enjoyed staying there?” Lydia nodded in reply. “Went to bed in Beacon Hills, woke up in a random bed in this town. That was about two months ago and I still don’t know why or how. So far I was the only one out of the pack that had happened to.”

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painfully-human:

[Stiles]: Are you hinting that I should buy Scott and Allison movie tickets?

[Lydia]: I’m saying that we could do that, it would be polite, but we’d run out of money real quick if we’d do that all the time so let’s not let them get the idea that this is going to be how it will always be.

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lahcyisms:

as soon as he heard her talk, isaac knew who it was— how had he not known sooner, was beyond him. if she was here, isaac could only assume that the rest of the pack wasn’t far away. he hadn’t expected to see any of them here. not that that really meant much, since he had no idea how he himself even got here to begin with. “lydia,” he finally said, offering the banshee a small but friendly smile, unsure of what else to really say.

Lydia and Isaac weren’t the closest of the pack, though she had long forgiven him the fact that he tried to kill her together with Derek. Yet, seeing him here she didn’t exactly know how to react. Isaac had willingly left Beacon Hills while all of them were in grieve. She somehow had expected him to come back when Argent came back again, but she could understand why he didn’t. She only had refused to graduate early because of the pack, but she could see why he chose not to. So she just stood there, looking up at him, not sure if a hug would be okay. “It’s good to see you again. What are you doing here? Or do we share the same story of simply waking up here, wondering if teleportation has suddenly been added to the supernatural world.”

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painfully-human:

[Stiles]: I did. [Stiles]: I am not. He knew what he was signing up for. I’m a great friend.

[Lydia]: Well... at least you didn’t faint again, that’s a start. [Lydia]: Does Scott know this too? An amazing friend would get him movie tickets to get him outside.

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painfully-human:

[Stiles]: Yes to all of that. Yes. I dropped my phone. Yes.

[Lydia]: Did you really? Aww, you’re adorable. [Lydia]: And a terrible friend to Scott, poor Scotty. [Lydia]: But either way, I’m looking forward to that!

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painfully-human:

[Stiles]: I would greatly appreciate that. [Stiles]: You’re my world, Lydia.

[Lydia]: And you are mine. I don’t want a world without you in it. [Lydia]: So, what do you say? Movie night with pizza and maybe making Scott hate his supernatural hearing?

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lahcyisms:

“ce n'est pas bien—” isaac mumbled under his breath, as he began walking down the streets of new york city aimlessly. last he recalled, he was in france— so how did he end up back in the united states and here, of all places? and why didn’t he know? it was then he turned the corner and almost bumped into someone. and he probably would have too, if it weren’t for his fast werewolf reflexes. “my bad, i wasn’t paying attention,” he admitted.

Lydia hurried down the streets of New York, just wanting to get home. When her phone started ringing though she focused her attention on her bag, frankly searching for her phone between everything she carried. Not really paying attention to where she went she only noticed the other person she almost ran into at the last moment. Stumbling a few steps upon stopping aprubtly she smiled. “Don’t worry, didn’t pay much attention myself.” Finally finding her phone in her bag she pulled it out, only to roll her eyes as the caller had hung up. Only when she looked up could she make a connection between the voice and the face, a small smile - both happy and wary - settling on her face. “Isaac?”

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imthemonstcr:

running away from the grocery store from which she’d just stolen food items had been tough, but after multiple uses of her powers, eleven had made it. she was running, blood dripping from her nose and veins blackening under her eyes, when she ran into someone, grunting and stumbling back. she just stared at them, her eyes barely opened, as she tried to not pass out then and there.

To say that Lydia was confused when a girl with nose bleed and mysterious dark veins under her eyes ran into her was an understatement. She had seen a lot, though none of this, but she was pretty sure that this was no good sign. “Hey, are you okay?” Reaching out, Lydia placed a hand on the shoulder of the other female. “Can I help you? Do you need a place to rest? A doctor? Anything?” Opening her bag, she pulled out a tissue.