#hellodomooo

[sailor-usakos]

veena that was perfect ok ily ( ˘ ³˘)~~❤

i’m glad you liked it and thank you for prompting babe <333 i really enjoyed writing it and ily too~ (◡‿◡✿)

[sailor-usakos]

prompt: marrish smut. that is all ಠ‿↼

They crash through the door of Jordan’sapartment, Lydia’s hands and limbs wrapped around him like a vice as shequickly kicks the door closed behind her before Jordan’s pushing her up againstit, kissing her like he’s never going to stop and she doesn’t want him toeither.

During the whole ride back from the airport, shecouldn’t stop touching him. Her hand stroking up his thigh or pulling him intoa heated kiss whenever they stopped at a red light, and she can still rememberhow she throbbed between her legs when he heard him groan against her lipshoarsely, Jesus Christ, Lyds. She’s surprised that they didn’t pull overon the side of the road and do it right there in the backseat.

She’s sure Jordan was thinking of it though, oftaking her in the backseat, because from the way he can’t keep his hands offher body now and his lips off her mouth, neck, and jaw, she knows he’s lettinggo of all the control he was struggling to keep a hold of back in the car. AndLydia wholeheartedly lets him. 

She moans when he sucks a bruise into her neck,fingers grasping him by the back of his hair and tugging him up so that hislips can meet hers again in another searing kiss. This one’s biting and alltongue as she pulls him even closer to her until the space between them isnonexistent, Jordan’s warm body pressed up against her shivering one. Theymight be in California but even Cali has it’s cold days in December. His hands,which are just as warm, start to move up and down the curves of her body slowlyand Lydia gasps against his lips when his hands move to the swell of herbreasts, fingers brushing against her nipples over her sweater and making themgrow erect from underneath the thin fabric. It’s almost been six months sincethey’ve last seen each other but he still knows exactly how to make her bodyburn up for him, and now that she’s finally done with her first semester atPrinceton and is back for the break, she’s sure her and Jordan are going to makeup for all the lost time.

But he can take her to bed later, becauseright now she wants him here and now, even if it means fucking against hisfront door.

“Take it off,” she breathes, hooking her legsaround his waist and wrapping herself around him, the feeling of his hipsbucking forward against hers ripping another moan out of her. “Please.”

He smiles against her lips, fingers smoothingaway a loose strand of her hair. “Your wish is my command,” he says beforehelping her tug off the thin blue sweater she’s wearing, along with the beanieon her head which he folds along with the sweater and places aside. She’s onlywearing a bra underneath, lacy and pink, and the sight of it makes him hitchher up higher against the door easily, pinning one of her wrists against thedoor frame and making her gasp from the sudden gesture. “What was that? Teasingme in that car like that,” he growls, placing a kiss against the pulse point onher wrist.

Lydia moans, grinding her hips against hiserection that she can feel pressing up against her thigh. “You liked it,” sheteases with a smile, watching as he trails kisses up her arm until he reachesthe top of her bra clad breasts.

“God, you bet I did. Wanted to stop the car andjust take you in the backseat,” he murmurs roughly, kissing her cleavage beforepushing her lacy bra cups down and taking a nipple in his mouth, licking andsucking insistently.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, arching into him asshe starts to moan and breathe heavily from his ministrations on her breasts,and just hearing him admit what she knew was already true just turns her oneven more. Out of the both of them, she’s usually the one to commence the dirtytalk, to whisper crude and filthy things in his ear that at first would makeJordan blush, but later spur him onward when he was fucking her. But to hearhim voice his desires about her now only makes her want to hear more of it. “Yeah?I wish you did,” she whispers in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and makinghim groan.

Her words make him grab her ass through thefabric of her skirt, tugging at it until it’s rucked up around her waist andhis fingers are dancing up her smooth thighs, ready to push her underwear outof the way and touch her but then his breath catches in his throat. “JesusChrist, Lyds—you’re not—?”

“Wearing any panties? Nope,” she repliescasually, rolling her hips and grinding against his hand bare. “Mhmm, wanted tosurprise you. You like?”

“G-God, yeah, yeah I do, but were you really notwearing any underwear on the flight?”

She pretends to think about it, taking her timeto run her fingers through his hair, messing it up a little. She doesn’t sayanything, just smiles deviously at him, and he knows his answer. She can see itin his expression, probably imagining her on the flight in that short littleskirt of hers—one of his favorites in fact, loving the way the floral fabricflits around her legs, flashing a little bit of thigh to him—and thinking ofher flashing that and maybe more to someone else makes him put her back down onher feet and flip her around so that she’s pressed face first into the door,making her gasp in surprise. She feels his warm weight press against her backas his fingers expertly unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground as hegently moves her curls aside and starts pressing kisses across her shoulderblades, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

“Ooh, someone’s in the mood,” she purrs with agiggle, but it quickly turns into a moan when she feels him grind his erectionagainst her ass. Her fingers curl against the wood of the door, eyes flutteringclose for a moment as she rocks her hips back against his, making him groan andwarmth flood through her body. “Hmm, I’ve been a bad girl. Are you going toarrest me?”

“I’ll save that for later. Right now, I wantyour hands flat against the door. And spread your legs,” he whispers in herear, and the rough timbre in his tone makes her not only oblige without asecond thought, but also make her more soaking wet than she already is.

Jordan smooths his large hands over the outside of her thighs as Lydia bracesherself against the door, kicking her legs wide enough for him and pushing herass out as she feels him grasp at her hips. It makes her moan raunchily when hepushes the rest of her skirt up all the way, revealing her bare ass to the coolair of the apartment, but that feeling doesn’t last long when his blazing handsstart kneading at her buttocks, squeezing and bending down to bite at eachcheek. And that sensation is cut even shorter because before she even realizesit, she feels his hands grip her ass hard, spreading her cheeks and thendarting his tongue in the hot clutch of her cunt.

Lydia gasps, arousal burning through herstronger than ever before as her boyfriend starts to eat her out right thereagainst the front door. As a string of wanton moans start to leave her lipseach time Jordan presses the flat of his tongue inside her, fucking her withhis tongue, the thought of someone passing by their door and hearing themcrosses her mind, turning her on even more at the idea of being heard.

“You taste so good, baby,” he praises, kissingher pink lips messily and making her whimper. “Just look how pretty you look,bent over like this.”

“Oh fuck,” she cries out when he starts suckingon her clit, “don’t stop—fuck me with your mouth and make me come, baby.” Shehalf begs, half sobs as her thighs start to quiver and her cunt starts tospasm, fluttering and clenching around nothing and she wishes for something tofill her up deep. She opens her mouth to blurt it out but then Jordan’s rightthere with her, knowing exactly what she wants—what she needs when hedips two fingers into her easily, crooking them deep and thrusting quickly,sending her over the edge.

He doesn’t just stop there though, plunging inanother finger as well so that he’s fucking her full with three digits throughher orgasm, making Lydia’s knees buckle and her head fog up before losing herbalance to the overwhelming pleasure. Jordan catches her, strong arm curlingaround her waist and holding her up as she presses her forehead against the door,breathing heavily while Jordan peppers kisses along the curve of her neck andshoulder. She can still feel his cock tenting through his pants and pressingagainst her thigh and she wants nothing more than for him to fill her up withit.

“Mhmm, are you gonna do something about thatsoon, deputy?” She hums, still dazed from her orgasm as she cranes her neckback to grin at him.

He chuckles, placing a kiss against her brow.“Only if you want me to.”

God, yes, she wants him to. “Fuck me, damn it.”

She hears the unfurling of his belt as he drops his jeans before he turns herso that she’s facing him again. He brackets her against the door and heaves herup into his arms, making her squeal as he hitches her higher against the doorwhile stepping out of his pants. She once again locks her legs around his waistwhile he finds home at her hips, finally pushing into her. They both moan andcry out at the sensation, because it’s been six months far too long since she’sbeen this close to him. Lydia wraps her arms around his neck, finding purchaseon his shoulders as he sinks deeper into her, filling her up to the hilt andwhen she meets his gaze she sees the embers burning in his eyes as hishellhound starts to take over, making a wicked smile cross her lips at thesight. She leans forward and presses her lips against his roughly, biting hislips close and making him growl low as he thrusts forward, making her gasp andstart to trail hot open mouthed kisses up his jaw until she reaches his ear. “Imissed you so much,” she rasps, shoving her hips together with his, trying toget him as close as physically possible. “Take me, please, god, just take me,baby.” She bites down on his earlobe as her words wash over him, pleasing thehound in him.

Jordan groans, dropping his head to her neck,nuzzling her while his grip on her hips tighten as he thrusts out of her for asecond before slamming his cock back inside her and stealing all of the air outof Lydia’s lungs as she slams her head back against the door in pure ecstasy.“Oh fuck yes, oh, fuck, right there baby,” she moans loudly, spurring himonward as he keeps up a rough but steady rhythm, pounding his hips and buryinghis length inside her over and over again.

She can feel herself getting close as she digsher fingers into Jordan’s back, scratching her nails into his burning skin andas much as she wants to leave marks, she knows for a fact that no matter howhard she tries his hound side will heal them. It doesn’t stop her from notdoing it still, of course. The tinge of pain makes him lose it even more,pulling her hips down harder before he sears their lips together, swallowinghis lover’s moans and curses as he slides a hand down to her clit, massagingthe nub and the quick action along with his pounding thrusts makes a screamslip from Lydia’s throat and this time, it isn’t a scream of an omen of deathbut a scream of pure pleasure as she comes undone in Jordan’s arms. And she’ssure the scream was loud enough for all his neighbors to hear as well, not thatshe can give a damn to care though.

His climax follows up right after hers as hissteady rhythm turns erratic and after grinding his hips into her a few moretimes, he spills inside her, her name leaving his throat in a strangled cry asthey fall together over the edge of the cliff, drowning in the overwhelmingpleasure of being connected as they kiss each other senseless.

“I missed you too,” he finally whispers againsther lips as the burning embers disappear from his eyes, revealing bright greenirises once more.

She smiles. “I can tell, by the way you fuckedmy brains out. Also that was quite the welcome back gift, deputy.” She teases,making him chuckle as he sets her down carefully, slipping out of her.Lydia’s sure she won’t be able to stand on her own two feet and she’s rightwhen her legs buckle unsteadily, and even though her knees don’t exactly giveout, Jordan catches her anyways, scooping her up into his arms and carrying herto his room where they cuddle for the rest of the afternoon.

[dydia]

OHAI I'M BACK. 103 pls I think you know for what pairing by now (ಠ⌣ಠ)

lilmisslydiamartin also requested this one.

Umm… this was really hard for me to come up with a scenario that even makes the littlest bit of sense, but I think I like the end result :) 

103. “I thought you were a ghost for the past 4 months.” AU

There isn’t much that surprises Lydia anymore. Ancient Japanese foxspirits possessing teenage boys? Sure. Her grandmother helping to create a hitlist full of supernatural creatures? Why not? Finding dead bodies every otherday? Absolutely. That still doesn’t mean she isn’t a little bit worried when a low rustling in thecorner of her room brings her back from the edges of sleep. There’s something,or someone in her room right now. Steeling her nerve, she flicks on the light,blinking rapidly as her eyes adjust.

Derek Hale is sitting on the floor of her bedroom.

Except. It can’t be DerekHale. He is dead. She screamed forhim. He never came back from Mexico, and nobody ever talked about what happeneddown there. She had tried to ask Stiles about it once, but he’s gotten allweird and Malia had yelled at her later about not talking to Stiles aboutDerek. So… She squints at him. He looksabout the same as the last time she saw him, beard still perfectly groomed,inky hair artfully tousled, eyes somewhere between gray and green. Basically,he’s just as attractive as he’s always been, except for being, well, dead.

“Derek…” she starts, sitting up and letting the blankets fall to herwaist. “What’s going on?” Derek blinks at her a few times, but Lydia just waits.She never really knew Derek all that well, but she did know he was a man of fewwords.

“I wanted to check on you,” he says finally, his voice raspier than sheremembers. She tilts her head a little, trying to piece together whatever thehell is going on here in her mind.

“Why me?”

Derek rolls his eyes, which rude,and sighs.

“You predicted my death Lydia, that’s a connection that cannot bebroken.”

Great. The only logical conclusion that Lydia can draw from this is thatshe can talk to dead people. Not only can she predict deaths, but apparently she gets to be pals withtheir ghost forms after. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Have you gone to the others yet?”

Derek drops his gaze from her then, scowling at the dusty space beneathher bed.

“No…” His thick fingers grip at the carpet. “I don’t want to upsetthem.” Lydia nods slightly in agreement. That, she can understand. Their packhas been through enough in the last three years, and she prefers to finish upthe last couple of weeks of senior year without any major drama. And whether heknows it or not, Derek Hale seems to bring the drama with him wherever he goes.

“Okay.” She sighs and lays back down, reaching over to switch off thelight. “I’m going back to sleep now.”

“Just don’t tell them, okay?” Derek whispers in the darkness. He sounds…sad almost.

“Okay.”

He’s gone when she wakes up.

—

Lydia’s convinced herself it was dream. It’s really the only thing thatmakes sense, because she cannot find one ounce of literature anywhere in thepack’s collection of bestiaries that supports ghosts being real.

But Derek shows up again.

This time she’s still awake, lying across her bed and editing Malia’sessay about the causes of World War I. She just glances up to find him there,lounging in the easy chair beside her vanity like he belongs or something.

“Derek.” She greets him without looking up from the papers in front ofher, refusing to show any reaction to his appearance. Apparently he continuesto be slightly creepy, even in death. He doesn’t respond, just picks a book upoff her floor and starts to flip through it. Lydia ignores him for as long asshe possibly can, chancing glances at him every few minutes. She didn’t thinkthat ghosts could actually pick things up, but apparently they can. Not thatshe has any kind of solid facts about how ghosts work. She had kind of justassumed that if they were real, theywould be more like the ones in Harry Potter. But Derek looks pretty solid toher.

It makes her wonder why Allison never came back to see her. That wouldmake more sense, to have her best friend visiting from the dead instead of awerewolf acquaintance. But maybe Allison’s life didn’t have any open ends,maybe she was able to pass over to the other side or something (okay, she knowsshe’s going a little Jennifer Love Hewitt in Ghost Whisperer here okay, dealwith it). Perhaps Derek still has unfinished business. She’s not about to askhim about it though.

“Can you read this for me,” she asks after twenty minutes ofsurprisingly comfortable silence. Derek catches Malia’s paper between his handswhen she throws it at him. “Just see if there’s any grammar issues I missed…She’s doing a lot better, though.” He just nods, eyes darting across the paper,catching his bottom lips between his teeth. It’s ridiculous, really, what thatimage does to her, making the air suddenly feel a little bit too warm.

Lydia jumps up and excuses herself to the bathroom, splashing water onher face. She cannot be attracted toa fucking dead man okay. He probably can’t even touch her. It would just belike cold air or ice water or something. And that sounds exactly like the kindof fun she doesn’t want to have. Shehides in the bathroom until her heart rate slows, keeping the water running inthe sink in hopes of keeping Derek from hearing her (although, is he still awerewolf as a ghost? Does he still have enhanced senses? This is why she needsto be able to talk to Stiles about this). She decides to ask Derek abouttelling the others, but when she gets back to her room, he’s gone.

Malia’s essay is sitting on her bed, a pink sticky note stuck on top.

Looks good.Corrected a couple of things. -D

 —

Derek starts showing up more and more after that. Lydia doesn’t see howhe gets into her bedroom, she’ll just look up and find him there, usuallylounging in her chair. He slowly opens up to her, tells her about his family,his mom and Laura, how he misses them. They talk about college, how he went toNYU for a little while, how she’ll be starting at UCLA in the fall. He editsher essays and checks over her Valedictorian speech. They talk about bansheesand werewolves and wendigos, Lydia writing down everything Derek has to share.She tells him about the random pack shenanigans, how Scott and Kira have beenoff and on for the last couple of months, how Liam is doing really well withhis control, how Mason is the thirstiest fifteen year old she’s ever met.

It hits her one day, while watching Derek read her copy of To Kill AMockingbird, that he has managed to insinuate himself into the position of bestfriend. Other than Allison, and maybe Jackson, she is pretty sure she’s neveropened up this much to another person. And he’s a ghost. And there’s a slight chance she’s falling in love with him.Fuck.

 —

“Has Derek been here?” Scott asks a few days later. He moves from thedoorway and actually sniffs at herchair. Werewolves are so weird.

“Um…” Lydia blinks at him, because she really didn’t think that a ghostwould have a scent. Also, why would Scott ask if a dead man had been in her room?

“I didn’t think he had talked to anyone else.” Scott continues,seemingly satisfied with the scent of the chair as he flops down into. “But it reeks of him in here. Jesus.”

“Wait. You know about Derek?”Lydia asks, putting her hands on her hips and glaring just a little bit. “Hetold me not to tell anyone he was here.” Scott shrugs like it’s no big dealthat ghosts are really.

“Well yeah, Stiles was really upset that he wouldn’t at least come homewith us after Mexico. He left with Braeden instead, without even talking toStiles. Which kind of screwed with everyone ‘cause they all thought he wasdying.”

Wait.

She sinks down onto her bed, covering her face with her hands and justtrying to breathe. Her vision goesblurry, and she knows she shouldn’t be this upset, but seriously, what thefuck? “Hey Lyds, you okay?” Scott’s suddenly beside her, wrapping an arm aroundhe shoulders and stroking her hair. “What’s going on?”

“You guys didn’t tell me what happened!” she chokes out, rubbingfuriously at her eyes. “I tried to ask about him and… I just thought he was dead Scott! I screamed for him and noone thought to tell me he was still alive? Stiles practically bit my head offwhen I asked him about it!” Scott freezes in place for a moment, before pullingher tightly against his chest.

“Lydia oh my god, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t, I thought someone wouldhave told you, this is all my fault,” he whispers, and she thinks she can feeltears dripping into her hair. She doesn’t say anything, she can’t right now,but she will. She’ll forgive him. She always does.

“What’s going on?” The sound of Derek’s voice has them both flinching,and Lydia suddenly feels angry filling her chest.

“You!” She pulls away from Scott and stomps over to Derek, poking himhard in the chest. He’s definitely very solid. And warm. And real. “I thoughtyou were a ghost for the last four months! I thought I was losing my mind! Ithought I could talk to fucking dead people!” There’s a noise from behind herthat sound suspiciously like Scott laughing, but Lydia plows on. “I thought mybest friend was a ghost! And this whole time you were actually real and younever said anything! What the Hell Derek?! We could’ve been doing… things.” Shetrails off at the end, refusing to let her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.Nope. There’s just rage boiling here.

She’s not at all prepared for Derek to smile and cup her cheeks in hishands, bending down and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. And she’s definitelynot prepared for him to remove her finger from where it’s still jabbing at him,slipping his own fingers between hers until they’re holding hands.

“Go out to dinner with me?” He asks, and Scott whoops behind her. Lydiaglares at Derek, but doesn’t pull her hand back, to busy trying to reconcilethe warmth she can feel radiating offhis skin with the icy cold she expected to find.

“Listen buddy, I thought you were dead up until five minutes ago, youcan’t just waltz in here and expect me to-” Derek kisses her again, this one alittle longer as he sucks gently on her bottom lip.

“It’s a simple question Lydia, yes or no?” He says with a smirk.

“Well obviously the answer is yes.” She snaps, pulling away and spinningaround in an attempt to avoid looking at his ridiculous face. Scott’s smirkingat her too, which is even moreannoying, but she doesn’t want to climb him like a tree. It’s the lesser of twoevils. “Pick me up at seven. I expect you to be dressed nicely. And be preparedfor some serious discussion about you not clarifying that you were alive.” She chances a glance over hershoulder, catching him in the act of smiling softly at her back. Then he nodsat Scott and jumps out the window. Weirdo.

“So… you and Derek huh?” Scott asks nonchalantly. Lydia glares at himand points menacingly.

“You are so not off the hook mister.” She hisses. Scott just grins.

“Oh please, you got a date out of it didn’t you?”

Which is true, she’ll give him that. But they all better hope it’s agood one.

(Spoiler: It’s a very gooddate. Derek takes her to the only nice restaurant in town, and doesn’t even batan eye when she orders a dish with lobster in it. Then they go get ice creamand eat it while sitting on the hood of his car. Which turns into making out onthe hood of his car. Which turns into Lydia deciding that he is very, very muchalive.)

[mymarrishheart]

Hi! There IS a way to exclude certain characters/ships on ao3. go to the page for the ship (stiles/lydia, for example), click on the "RSS feed" button on the top, and there is a number in the URL (301210 is what I see for stiles/lydia), then go to the page for the ship you want, and in the sidebar, find "search within results" and enter "-301210" you can do this for any pairing/character; just find the rss feed number

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for this! You’re the best! I can now browse in peace. :)

How’s your night/morning/day going?

[hedgewitches]

♥ dydia!

Gives nose/forehead kisses: derek to lydia, and usually just to irritate her about how much taller than her he is

Gets jealous the most: according to lydia she doesn’t “get jealous” (she totally does), and according to derek it’s “not a jealously thing it’s a wolf thing”

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: neither derek nor lydia are ones to enjoy going out and getting trashed but lydia’s a bit of a lightweight

Takes care of on sick days: lydia never gets sick (it might be a banshee thing) and she doesn’t really have time for derek’s “man-sick” routine but she’ll make him soup and leave out a carefully measured about of medicine

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: lydia goes to the beach to sit on the sand and tan, not get in the water, so derek usually just tosses in when he wants to play

Gives unprompted massages: derek is terrible at texting, it’s always lydia

Drives/rides shotgun: they trade off. lydia is (in her opinion) the superior driver

Brings the other lunch at work: neither, though they will occasionally met up when their lunch breaks align and grab something to eat

Has the better parental relationship: lydia, even though she’s not in a hurry to have kids (”a liter” as she calls them)

Tries to start role-playing in bed: lydia. unsurprisingly it’s usually the wolfman

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: derek. lydia’s a horrible enabler. there was that one morning derek woke up with twenty single dollar bills stuffed into his briefs

Still cries watching Titanic: neither. they hate titanic.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: lydia, but only when she wants to embarrass the crap out of derek

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: derek, on purpose.

Makes the other eat breakfast: derek’s a pretty decent cook so he gets up an hour before lydia heads out the door because otherwise she’d just a piece of burnt toast in her mouth and call it good

Remembers anniversaries: lydia is the one who remember but she leaves helpful sticky-note reminders on the calendar and fridge for derek

Brings up having kids: derek mentions kids first, and then never again after lydia says she’s not ready. it’s lydia who so casually says one night while the’re watching alien that she “stopped taking her birth control” and “hide all the condoms”. derek nearly chokes on his popcorn.

[dydia]

OMG ❤❤❤ THE FLUFF. I LOVED IT. and the extravaganza thing... ermmm I'ma just need you to do all of them kthx. but... first I'm going to ask for 26 (dydia of course =D) expect more requests once I've gone through the whole list hahaha （*＾3＾）/～♡

SEND ME AS MANY AS YOU WANT BABE <3 This somehow turned into an Office/Internship AU, with Laura and Talia Hale (I never write them, idk where this came from). I hope you like it!

26. arguing but secretly being kind of turned on by it

(Send me a # and a ship for my Fic Extravaganza)

Lydia Martin is going places. People have been saying wordsto that effect about her since she studied the impact of violent videogames onchildren’s behavior for her fourth grade science fair project. While herclassmates were making volcanos and experimenting with moldy cheese, she wasconducting focus groups with the children in her neighborhood. Even now, elevenyears later, she refuses to mess around.

It’s the summer between her junior and senior years ofcollege, and Lydia has secured herself an internship in the finance departmentat Hale Corp. She’s planning on becoming a CFO (Chief Financial Officer) beforeshe hits forty, and this internship is the perfect first foray into thebusiness world. And she loves it, she really does. Her direct supervisor isLaura Hale, the daughter of the current CEO (Chief Executive Officer), who is alsoon the fast track to becoming the next CFO and working alongside her mother.Laura had interviewed Lydia personally, and they had immediately clicked. Lydiais beyond honored to have Laura take her under her wing and show her the ropes.

The best part is that Laura actually lets her do things, unlike the other interns whoare all given busy work like shredding and typing data into excel files.Lydia’s only been working for a few weeks, and she’s making journal entries andaccruing for expenses and her name is actually showing up on the generalledger. Not to mention that Laura personally introduced her to her mom, TaliaHale, Lydia’s idol. Talia isformidable and powerful, but at the same time kind and down to earth and absolutelybeautiful.

The worst part, and it really is the worst, is that Laura has another intern. He always looks angry andhe barely speaks, and Lydia is pretty sure he thinks he’s better than her (which come on, noone is better than her). If there’s one thing that she’s learned afterthree years of business school and just a handful of weeks at Hale Corp, it’sthat finance bros are the worst. It’slike taking the smartest jocks from high school and handing them the power tomove millions of dollars around with a flick of their wrists. They’re cocky andargumentative and think that they’re smarter than everyone. And even if Laura’sother intern isn’t loud, he’s mostcertainly a finance bro.

Oh. And he’sLaura’s little brother.

If he wasn’tLaura’s brother, than Lydia might have been able to deal with the problem usingher usual methods. Which would be sex. Obviously. Because Derek is probably oneof the best looking guys she’s ever laid eyes on. He’s tall and dark anddevastatingly handsome, with impossible eyes and a strong jaw and an ass thatmakes her want to cry. And yes, his eyebrows could be tamed and his hair gelusage reduced, and she is pretty sure he’d look even better with a little bitof stubble on his cheeks. Lydia has wanted to bone him since day one.

Of course, he managed to piss her off within hours, makingrude comments about the way she dressed and how she probably wasn’t smartenough under his breath. So now she just hates him. A lot. It’s escalated tothe point where everything is acompetition between the two of them, and Lydia suspects that Laura is fullyenjoying it. The older Hale likes to give them both the same assignment,instruct them to “work together”, grin, and practically flounce back to heroffice. If there’s one thing Lydia hates more than Derek Hale, its fuckinggroup work.

That’s probably the only thing she and Derek agree on.

So of course it’s a race to finish every time, researchingthe contract Laura assigned or scrambling to draft up the journal entriesneeded to recognize a penalty payment. Derek often finishes first, but moreoften than not, Laura finds a mistake in his work and sends him back. And ifLydia smirks at him every time, well… She’s not the least bit sorry.

It all comes to a head when one day around noon, Talia Halestops by Laura’s office. Lydia greets her with a smile and remains focused onher work, not wanting to seem like she’s fooling around. She can hear Derekhuffing behind her back, his stupid chair getting tangled up in hers. Again.For the third time today. (Yes, they share a damn cube. It’s awful. So awful.But she’s just an intern and it was either share or one of them would have tosit on the other side of the building. Which, looking back, Lydia obviouslyshould have taken that option.)

“Lydia,” Talia pokes her head out of Laura’s office, a softsmile on her face. “Would you like to join us for lunch?” Lydia can practicallyfeel the tension radiating off of Derek, and she’s sure he probably has a scowlon his stupid face. Lydia’s lunch is usually her quiet time, away from Derekand his grumpiness, where she can escape to the mall next door and justdecompress. But you don’t just turn down lunch with the CEO of the company ofHale Corp. She can see Laura behind her mother, grinning at Derek like she knows he’s freaking the fuck out insidehis head. Laura winks at her, and Lydia knows she has to say yes.

“I’d love too,” she keeps her tone gracious, ignoring thebarely audible groan from behind her. She stands and follows Talia towards theelevators, Laura dragging Derek by the elbow behind them. The ride down isawkward, with Talia and Laura chatting quietly and Derek sulking in the corner.It’s odd, really, to see a six foot tall, twenty year old man pouting in a fancy elevator. Lydia kindof wants to smack him. At the very least he’s being unprofessional anddisrespectful. He could at least actlike they got along in front of his mother.

“Laura and I just need to stop and talk to someone on thethird floor,” Talia announces as the elevator dings and stops. “We’ll meet youtwo at Cheesecake Factory in a few minutes.” She sweeps out of the elevatorwithout a backwards glance, but Laura turns and winks at the two of them, hergrin growing impossibly wider.

“Don’t kill each other.” She instructs, turning away andstriding after her mother.

Lydia stares after her until the doors slide closed, leavingher alone, in an enclosed space, with Derek. Awesome.

“I can’t even have lunch with my mom and sister without youhuh?”

Lydia’s entire body tenses as she glares towards the doors.Oh no. This bull shit was going to end. Now. She jabs the emergency stopbutton, the elevator shuttering to a halt and the lights dimming. “What are youdoing?” Derek growls as she spins around to face him.

“What is your problem Hale?” Lydia hisses between her teeth,poking his chest with one finger. “What did I do to you to give you such afucking complex?” Derek scowls and pulls himself up to his full height,towering over Lydia even in her heels. She should probably be scared and notactively threatening a giant man, but she was so far past it at this point.

“You’re just so fake!” He accuses, crossing his arms acrosshis broad chest. “You’re always sucking up to my mom and my sister, it’sdisgusting.”

“Oh well sorrythat I admire your mom and want to be like her!” She threw her hands in theair, not caring that her voice was rising. “Sorrymy family doesn’t own a corporation and I couldn’t just go intern for them!What the fuck Derek?”

“Oh so that’s it? You’re after my mom’s job?” Derek glaresat her, his eyes practically glowing in the dimness of the elevator. He’sstepped closer now, their bodies almost touching but not, the heat radiatingfrom him making Lydia think things she shouldn’t. Like how she want to climbhim like a fucking tree right now and kiss him until he shuts up.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!” She saysinstead. “I don’t want to be CEO, I want to be CFO you imbecile!” She watchesas Derek’s eyes flicker down to her lips, and she finds herself mirroring themotion, watching as his mouth curls into a smirk.

“So you want to usurp my sister then?”

“Oh my god! Why do you think I’m out to get your family?You’re the only Hale that makes me crazy!” She never gets like this, allflustered and angry and just a little bit turned on. It’s making heruncomfortable. She needs to be incontrol of the situation, and it’s steadily slipping through her fingers.

“I make you crazy?” Derek’s voice has lost all its anger,dropping to a deep almost purr that sends heat crawling up Lydia’s spine. Sheforces herself to meet his gaze, holding her chin up high. His expression turnsalmost predatory, and Lydia has to fight to keep herself from dragging him inby his tie. She lets her lips part slightly and her eyes widen, looking up athim through her lashes in a way that’s been known to bring grown men to theirknees. Her eyes flicker obviously up and down his body, her tongue tracingacross her top teeth.

“What are you gonna do about it?” She curls Derek’s tiearound her hand, vindication flooding through her when he swallows audibly. Butthen he steps closer, crowding her back against the wall. He presses his handson either side of her head, and Lydia thinks he might be trying to intimidateher. Instead it feels like her skin is buzzing, and he smells like Old Spiceand laundry detergent and summer, and he’s so close but not close enough. She tugs on his tie, pulling himcloser and sliding her other hand across his shoulder to curl around the backof his neck. Derek’s pupils are blown wide with just a thin ring of greenvisible around them as he stares down at her. She pushes up on her toes,pausing with only centimeters between their lips. “You gonna kiss me or whatHale?”

The response is instantaneous, his lips crashing against hersand one arm dropping to pull her closer to him. It’s everything and nothinglike she expected. His lips are soft and his touch is gentle, even with thepent up frustration and tension behind the kiss making her insides burn. She bites at his lower lip untilhe moans, giving her the chance to slip her tongue against his. He pushes herback against the wall, and both her hands fist in his hair, holding on for dearlife.

And then the emergency phone rings.

“Is everybody alright in there?” A disembodied voice callsout from the speaker, causing them both to freeze. Derek’s forehead is restingon her shoulder, and he doesn’t seem to be interested in answering, so Lydiarolls her eyes and does it for him.

“Yup, we’re all good, sorry.” She slaps blindly at theemergency stop button, sighing when the lights flicker back on and the elevatorbegins to move. Derek has stood up and straightened his tie by the time theyreach the lobby, and both of them have slowed their breathing to normal.

Of course, that doesn’t mean Laura doesn’t smirk at themwhen she walks into the restaurant, waggling her eyebrows at Derek’s wild hair.

“Derek dear,” Talia says as she sits down across from him.“Are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed?” Derek of course turnseven redder as Laura snorts into her glass of water. Lydia just hides her smirkbehind her menu and tries not to think too hard about how badly she wants tokiss Derek Hale. Again. And maybe every day from now on.

She’s totally down for some supply closet make out sessions.Just saying.

[dydia]

oHAIII! I don't know where these numbers for the memes or whatever are coming from, but if you're still doing it, I'll just pick my favorite number... 9 for dydia! as long as it isn't angsty I will love it. unless you're not doing this anymore then ignore me :)

So i promised you fluff, and then you happened to pick a kind of angsty one but… I CAN MAKE EVERYTHING FLUFFY

9. things you said when i was crying 

(send me a ship and a number and I’ll write you a mini fic)

Lydia can’t remember the last time she cried. She never didcry for Allison or Aiden or Jackson when he left. She refused. It was easier not to, she knew once she startedshe would never be able to stop. Which is probably why she’s currently sittingon the side of the road, four ways on, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

It’s just a flattire.

She can handle it. Mr. Tate made it a point to teach Lydia,Kira and Malia how to change a flat and check their oil before they left forcollege. But it’s dark, and she’s so close to home but so far from civilization,and she doesn’t know if she can even seeto change the tire and she got a fucking B on her first paper for her stupidgen ed History class and she’s never gotten a B on anything in her entire life.So now she’s crying, alone in her car, the night before Thanksgiving, oversomething as stupid as a flat tire and a grade.

She knows it’s not just that. At this point she’s sobbingover everything that’s happened sincesophomore year of high school, all the blood and the guts and the dying. Herhands are shaking like mad, and her legs are jumping uncontrollably. But just giveher a minute, and she’ll be okay. She has to be okay.

Headlights shine in her rear view, and now panic joins theparty. Twenty year old girls aren’t particularly safe all alone on dark backroads, even ones who have trained to fight like she has. The car pulls offbehind her and cuts its lights. Lydia swallows hard and hurriedly wipes at hereyes, watching warily as a man climbs out from behind the wheel. There’s something about his silhouette thatlooks familiar, but she makes sure her doors are locked anyways, reachingslowly into the backseat to grab the baseball bat she carries with her. (And ifshe, Stiles and Mason had practiced for hours with their bats, no one needed toknow). The man walks along the side of her car, stopping at her window. She canpick out a leather jacket and jeans in the darkness, and hands that she feelslike she should know.

“Lydia?” he ducks down, peering through the glass, and Lydiafeels the fight go out of her in a whoosh of air. She might not have seen thoseintense eyebrows and that sharp nose in almost two years, but she would neverforget them. “Hey, are you okay?” Derek asks, tilting his head to the side likea confused puppy. Lydia nods and pushes open her door. He holds it open for herand offers her his hand. It’s all so chivalrous, and Lydia kind of hates howshe knows Derek but she doesn’t knowDerek. Before he left, before he almost died, it almost felt like they could befriends. At least be friends.

Her hand is still shaking when she slips it into his, but hedoesn’t comment on it, instead he helps her gently to her feet. He looks good.Really good. She’d expected him to come home with Braeden in tow (and now thatshe thinks of it, it seems like he’s alone… Braeden isn’t the type to just waitin the car) and maybe married with a big mountain man beard and crinkles aroundhis eyes. Instead, it looks like he just shaved this morning, his hair isshorter than it was, and he looks young like he did that first time sheremembers seeing him outside of Scott’s house. Except now he is softer, thatcloud of hatred and anger and vengeance no longer hanging over his head. If shewasn’t so shaken, she probably would have been going for coy and flirtatious.Instead she just blinks up at him. “Lydia.” She likes the way he’s says hername, how melodic his voice is when he’s not being all grumpy and growly.“What’s wrong? Can I help?” Right. There’s a problem here.

“I um,” her voice cracks, and if it wasn’t obvious before,she’s sure he has to know she’s been crying. “I got a flat tire, and I know how to change it, I don’t need tobe rescued, it’s just there’s no light and no cell service and-”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Derek cuts her off and pulls her gentlyagainst his chest. There’s no stopping the tears now, and it’s reached thepoint of ugly crying, her face is probably red and blotchy and covered instreaks of make-up. Derek doesn’t say anything, just let’s her push his jacketto the side and press her face to the soft shirt beneath as he rubs one handslowly up and down her back. And it’s actually comforting.

She’s standing on the side of the road, a hot mess, and it’sDerek Hale of all people who is comforting her. Life is just strange sometimes.“Come on, I’ll bring you home.” He says, his fingers stroking across her hair.Lydia kind of wants to whine until he does it again, it feels so good, but shedoesn’t.

“You don’t have to-”

“Lydia, we can come fix the tire in the morning, and I haveto drive by your mom’s to get to my new house anyways, grab what you need andI’ll bring you home.” His words leave no room for argument, but Lydia isn’texactly one to take orders, especially from Derek Hale. She settles for justkind of glaring at him, which probably isn’t all that effective when she’s beenbawling her eyes out for the last five minutes against his shoulder. Derek justsort of smiles, or at least she thinks it counts as a smile for him, his lipslifting slightly and fucking dimples appearing on his cheeks. Which no. That is not something she ever needed tobe made aware of.

Glowering, she pulls her purse and baseball bat out of thefront seat, and her overnight bag and her tote bag full of textbooks from thebackseat.

“Aren’t you going to tell me that I’m pretty when I cry orsomething?” She asks haughtily, following him over to his soccer mom car. Hefrowns while he opens her door (and really, she should not be so surprised thatthere’s an actual man with manners around here) and takes her bags from her.

“No,” he says while putting her things in the backseat. Heactually helps her climb up and in, pausing in the still open door. “You’realways beautiful Lydia, but I don’t ever like seeing you cry.” His eyes flickbetween hers, so obviously studying her, and it makes Lydia’s skin feel tightbut not at all uncomfortable. She wants to hug him again, to have his big armswrapped around her, comforting her.

His lips lift in a half smile, and then he’s closing thedoor. Lydia watches him walk around the front of his car, all tall and dark andhandsome and annoyingly polite. There’s feelingshappening here, and she wants them to go away. This doesn’t need to behappening with a man who just kind of disappeared from their lives for almosttwo years.

“It’s okay to cry, you know.” He says quietly, breaking thesilence of the drive. Lydia just kind of shrugs, her eyes glued to the beam ofthe headlights. She likes talking about emotions even less than she likesshowing them. “You can’t just keep it all bottled up.”

“I got a B on a paper Derek,” she drawls, rolling her headon her neck to look at him. “I got a B on a paper and a flat tire and it wasstupid.” He glances at her, a knowing tilt to his chin.

“We both know that’s not what it really was about.”

They’re silent for the rest of the ride, but it’s notnecessarily uncomfortable. There’s classic rock playing softly from the radio,and Lydia feels safe in a way she wouldn’t expect. She waits until he pulls upin front of her house, the lights dark except for the front porch and the onein her mom’s bedroom, to say thanks. But when she turns, there’s an empty seat,and he’s already around the car, opening her door.

“Thanks,” she feels almostshy, and it’s only made worse when he insists on carrying her bags up to thehouse. “Hey Derek?” She stops him on the porch, wrapping her fingers around hiswrist. “What are you doing tomorrow? For Thanksgiving?”

“Scott invited me to his mom’s… I just don’t know if I’mgoing to go or not.” Derek scuffs the toe of his boot across the boards, hischin ducked and his face in shadow.

“You should come,” she finds herself saying, fingerssqueezing around his wrist. “We’ll all be there, and just… you should come.”Derek smiles at the ground and then looks up at her through his lashes in a waythat is utterly devastating. She hates that he can probably hear the trip ofher heart beat, and smell her body’s reaction to him. But she tries not tocare.

“I’ll pick you and your mom up at 10, and we can go get yourcar and then head to Melissa’s.” He says it like he’d already planned it, likehe was just waiting for her to say something. Lydia narrows her eyes, assessinghim. It also sounds kind of like Derek wants to meet her mom, and an awful lotlike something a man who was interestedwould do.

“Alright,” she smiles after a moment. “Thanks for bringingme home Derek.”

“Anytime,” he rudely dimples at her, and she has toturn away, unable to look at his stupid face any longer. “Oh and Lydia?” Hetugs her back towards him by the wrist she’s still gripping, catching hereasily in his arms. She blinks up at him, not sure if she loves or hates thiswhole old school romance feel that’s going on right now. “Would it be alrightif I kissed you?” He’s trying to be suave, that little smirk fixed on his lipsand his eyebrows raised just slightly. But Lydia can see the vulnerability inhis glittering eyes, and that endears him to her more than anything else.

“Yeah.” It comes out a little more breathless than sheintended, but then Derek’s lips are on hers, soft and gentle and warm. His chinscrapes roughly against her skin, and then he pulls back. It’s too soon, andLydia kind of chase his lips a little, curling her hand around the back of hisneck and pulling him back in for another kiss. But he pulls back again beforeshe can even get tongues involved, and this time the smirk on his face isdefinitely not forced.

“Call me,” he says, turning away and hopping down the frontsteps. Lydia watches him go, her brain still trying to catch up to the factthat she had just kissed Derek Hale on her front porch. And he wants to meether mother. Speaking of which…

She spins around to find her mom watching from the doorway,an appreciative twist to her lips. Oh no.

“Someone’s got alot to be thankful for this year,” her mom says.

“Oh my god Mom,” she hisses, trying to herd her back insidethe house because Derek hasn’t left yet and she knows he can still hear every word.

“What did you order him from a catalog or something? Ithought Jackson was pretty but this one is just unreal!”

“Mom. Stop it.”

Lydia swears she hears Derek actually laughing as shefinally pulls the front door shut behind her.

And really, what’s a B on a paper when there’s a hotwerewolf that wants to kiss her?

[isaaclydia]

your sarcastic post about marrish haters was amazing. I seriously slowcapped... in my head

Oh my, hahaha. <3 Sarcasm isn’t usually my strong suit tbh, but the haters bring out the sass in me, I guess?