#tbt A few weeks ago we had L. MARTIN(frontman of The Walters) in house. @lukemartinolson @thewalters_ #lukemartinolson #lmartin #thewalters (at Programme Skate & Sound) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4kw1xfHoFR/?igshid=1x8habcuvjdf0
A very special show with L. MARTIN(of The Walters) @lukemartinolson @thewalters_ @whatthesound #lukemartinolson #thewalters #lmartin (at Programme Skate & Sound) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3LpcmYnbRl/?igshid=hvk4exd2eg94
Stoked to have L. Martin(of The Walters) here at Programme on Thursday! Show starts at 7:30. Tickets at door. @thewalters_ @lukemartinolson @whatthesound #thewalters #lmartin (at Programme Skate & Sound) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3DIFbfHiQ-/?igshid=9g5w65lr7k7l
prompt ; in which you and lydia share your first kiss at midnight on new year’s eve.
a/n ; just a little something i whipped up in spirit of new years and the fact that i have no lydia imagines up yet.
You had no idea as to why you showed up to this party after all. You thought at first that it was because you were planning on getting drunk and having a bit of fun, but that all became disregarded as you saw Lydia Martin, your longtime crush. The thing between you two was practically nonexistent, due to the fact that you were considered as her friend. You wanted more since you laid eyes on her perfect complexion and gorgeous cheekbones, but you didn’t think she liked you in that way.
You moved around the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink as you watched Lydia bounce around and socialize with her thousands of friends. It was currently 11:45 p.m, and you still had no one to kiss. For a moment, you wondered if Lydia had anyone to kiss yet. But you knew better than to just walk up to her and kiss her. It didn’t work like that, or at least you thought it didn’t. Suddenly, someone tapped your shoulder, and you jumped immediately. Turning around, your shoulders slumped as you realized it was your best friend, Stiles.
"Oh, hey, Stiles,“ You relaxed your muscles, setting your cup of alcohol on the kitchen table near you.
"Hey, [Y/N],” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows as if he was deep in thought, “You okay? You look a little down."
"I’m fine,” You supplied, but you knew that Stiles knew you better than that and he wouldn’t believe a word that came out of your mouth. He raised an eyebrow just as you expected, and you sighed loudly before beginning to tell him your woes.
"It’s Lydia,“ you began sadly, "She has no idea that I’ve been in love with her since, like, the third grade. And I thought tonight would be the perfect night to tell her, but she’s so busy. Maybe I should just give up and go home.”
"Oh, no you’re not,“ Stiles began, wrapping a lazy arm around your shoulder, "Think of me as your wingman. You’re not leaving this house until you work up the courage to go talk to Lydia. You can’t be a bigger wuss than me, [Y/N].”
You scoffed indignantly, shrugging Stiles’ arms off your shoulders, “For your information Stilinski, Lydia and I have talked before. You know that. It’s just that we’ve never talked about us."
"Good. Now go talk about it,” Stiles suddenly reached out, pushing you roughly so that you landed into the crowd of people in the living room. You swiveled your head to face Stiles, who was smiling brightly. With a deep inhale of breath, you flattened out your dress before walking up to Lydia. She was taking a sip from her red solo cup, finally taking a break from the others who wanted to chat with her.
You tapped her shoulder lightly, grinning, “Hey, Lydia.”
"[Y/N]!“ Her face lit up when she saw you, and she immediately wrapped you up into a warm hug. You were shocked at first, but soon enough, you wrapped your arms around her before pulling away reluctantly. "You enjoying the party?”
"Yeah, it’s been pretty cool so far,“ you smiled widely, "I actually came over to, uh, talk to you."
"Oh, sure, what about?” Lydia questioned curiously, and you looked out of the corner of your eye to see Stiles giving you a thumbs-up. Rolling your eyes and focusing on Lydia, you began to speak anxiously.
"Uh, well, you see Lydia, I’ve been in lo-“
"Oh my god, [Y/N]! It’s 11:59! They’re gonna do the fireworks display! C'mon,” Lydia interrupted your speech, latching onto your hand and tugging you through the crowd of people counting down the seconds until the new year. Your heartbeat thumped rapidly against the cages of your ribs, and you thanked the clock from saving you from your attempt at telling Lydia you loved her. And, then you realized.
You could kiss Lydia when the clock hit 12.
There were only 10 seconds left until it would be 12, and Lydia’s hand was still intertwined with yours. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
"Yay! Happy New Year, [Y/N]-“
You pressed your lips against her warm ones, and you could tell that she was in shock. Soon enough, she melted into the kiss, placing her hands on your cheeks. Your lips moved in sync, and for a moment, you felt as if the world had stopped moving. Your dream had come true all in a matter of 5 seconds.
Finally, you two pulled away, breathless and cheeks red with life and love. Your lips curled into a light smile before saying, "That’s what I was trying to say. I’m in love with you, Lydia Martin."
She laughed softly before playing with a lock of your curled hair, "I’m in love with you too, [Y/N] [Y/L/N]."
And out of the corner of your eye, you could see Stiles with the largest smile and clapping his hands wildly. Stiles was indeed, the best wingman to ever live.
