#misc; stydia

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❝ hey, shh, it’s okay. ❞

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Another nightmare, another state of panic. Stiles had grown used to restless nights, but this was different. Whiskey orbs were wide with horror, the male gasping for air despite Lydia’s touch. He tried to focus on her voice, anything else to keep him from freaking out further. His vision was blurred, the room and the walls spinning.

Mieczyslaw had grown tired of the same dream haunting him, time and time again, ripping away his sanity in some ways. Panting heavily, his body was tense, back stiff as a shiver ran down his spine. “It was the same thing, Lydia. The same damn thing again.” Mumbling, his yelling had ceased, the redhead’s voice a tether to reality, helping him calm down though it was still proving to be a difficult task.

“I can’t– can’t keep reliving this.” The entire experience alone had been terrifying. Stiles was certain she knew he was referring to the Donovan incident. Every time the nightmare crept up on him, it was like he was there again in the library, trying to find any way to outsmart the chimera. Perspiration had collected on his neck, on his forehead, drops rolling down his skin. “I don’t know how to get through this, Lyds.” Finally, his body relaxed into the banshee’s touch, his posture softening. Stiles felt as if he was losing his mind.

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❝  you should have called me.  ❞ (literally-lydia♡)

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Knowing he hadn’t called anybody to help him investigate the call he’d heard over the police radio, Stiles had been all on his own in the woods. The brunette had been so deep in the forest that he’d lost his way back to the Jeep. It had taken him far too long to return to Roscoe but once he had gotten home, Lydia had been awaiting his return. 

“I should have but I didn’t.” Stiles shook his head at the redhead, yanking off his plaid shirt before tossing it aside on a vacant recliner in the living room. He was covered in dirt, having been chased out of the reserve by a rabid werewolf. “Someone had to get down there and check it out. Like, tonight.” Wiping some of the soil off his face with the back of his hand, the male approached Lydia slowly. “I didn’t know where the hell Scott was.” Probably somewhere with Kira. “And I had no idea if you were out with Aiden. So, yeah, I went alone.” 

Probably a dangerous decision, a bad one at that. Running a freehand through his hair, he huffed out a breath. “I didn’t find the body, if that’s what you were wondering. I did, however, find a really pissed off wolf.” Stiles had narrowly escaped the confrontation. He wanted so desperately to figure out if the death count in the woods had something to do with supernatural presence and he guessed he got his answer. “It was like– like the wolf was guarding something. I don’t know.” 

Stepping closer to Lydia, his gaze softened. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.” Stiles apologized lightly, voice filling the space between them quietly. 

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✨   /  our  muses  watch  the  northern  lights  together .

Needing to find Derek, the pack had made their way up through the states, crossing into Canada at some point. Word was that the sour wolf was searching for extended family in the northern part of the country, leaving the pack with no choice but to gear up and leave Beacon Hills behind for a short while. Stiles was outside the motel room he was sharing with Scott, arms loosely draped along the railing of the balcony. Hearing a faint creak of the door behind him, his head shifted, glancing over his shoulder at Lydia who gave him a weak smile and joined him.

“Hey,” Stiles greeted, his eyes then straying back to the sky. The brunette could hear the meekness in Lydia’s tone as she expressed worry that they may not find Derek. She could just sense that he wasn’t there, that he’d already left long ago but she couldn’t pinpoint how she knew that. The spastic male chalked it up to her banshee senses, knowing she could feel vibrations in the air, drawn to supernatural happenings, especially death. That worried him, knowing if Lydia was sensing something about the wolf, he  may be in danger. “We’ll figure it out. Try not to worry.” Stiles rose from where he leaned, facing Lydia briefly, his head nodding towards the velvet sky above.

Viridian hues lit up the navy darkness, the aura from the Northern Lights so prevalent in the sky, it was the most gorgeous thing Stiles had ever seen. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He practically cooed, his voice so small, as if for Lydia’s ears only. Reaching over while Lydia then occupied herself with the beautiful aura, explaining how the Northern Lights were the result of disturbances in the magnetosphere, caused by solar winds, his fingers tangled into the redhead’s. Gripping onto her slender digits, Stiles felt her own fingers curl around his. “I know things are crazy right now and it’s all very worrisome. We’ve dealt with this type of thing before and we’ll get through it again. I’ll make sure of it. I’m just glad you decided to come with us.” He expressed gratitude. “I couldn’t do this without you, Lydia.” 

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[ touch ]

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[ touch ] to gently stroke my muse

It had come so unexpectedly. Stiles had been trying to solve a case and Lydia had kept him company so he’d stay awake. His exhausted form had settled against the sofa, the redhead sitting next to him, disarrayed papers and pages printed from the printer scattered around the Stilinski family room. Noah would probably scold him for the mess but luckily for Stiles, his father was working a double shift. Stiles hadn’t known when he fell asleep, but he had. There was a gentle brushing of his cheek, a sensation shooting through his form; fire blazing through his bones from her electric touch. Peeling his tired whiskey orbs open, Stiles just gazed at Lydia through half lidded eyes, blinking ever so slowly. Her petite hand had claimed one of his cheeks, thumb brushing along his skin so tenderly. The brunette couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched him in such a manner, causing his lips to pull and twitch into a gentle grin. “Mmm,” Stiles gently hummed from the affectionate moment, slowly reaching up to place his hand over Lydia’s, just basking in her gentle demeanor. Not everyone saw her as he had, her temperament and sharp words sometimes too much for others to handle. “Thanks for staying with me tonight, Lyds.” Stiles expressed gratitude, reaching over with his free hand to cup her face just as gently, his fingertips tracing her jaw for a moment.

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Budding Romance Meme || accepting!

👄 - Kiss my muse on the cheek

Pressing his lips thinly, Stiles had exchanged the last of his singles for quarters. He had been way too determined to win a stuffed plush for Lydia out of the crane machine. Despite the redhead protesting, Mieczyslaw shook his head hastily. “I got this, okay? I promise. I just needed a little more change.” The roll of Lydia’s eyes prompted a shrug out of him. Sheer determination shone through his whiskey orbs as he inserted another quarter to the machine, using the stick to move the crane within the machine. The blinking lights and the loud music coming from the rectangular machine could’ve caused Stiles to give into his ADHD, distract him if he allowed it.

Huffing out a breath when the crane caught the pastel, rainbow colored bear, he smirked accomplished. “See?” But, before the bear could reach the end of the crane ride, the plush spilled from the crane’s grasp and fell face first atop more stuffed animals. Stiles’ eyes widened in horror. “Oh, come on!” Using another quarter, he watched the banshee cross her arms and lean against the machine, rambling about how the physics of the game were rigged. “It doesn’t matter, Lyds. I am the king at crane machines. I’m not leaving until I get you that bear.” 

Actually, he didn’t have endless amounts of quarters. However, attempt after attempt failed. Staring down at the last coin between his fingers, Stiles sighed deeply. The bear had somehow wedged itself between the wall of the machine and another bunny plush. Licking his lower lip in anticipation, Stiles’ eyes flicked between the crane and the target he desperately needed to capture. Once the crane was hovering above the bear, he smashed the red button so it would lower. Successfully, the crane grasped the bear and began to rise again with the toy clutched in the metal claw. 

“Yes…” Stiles whispered, the bear inching closer to the prize drop. “Yes! Yes!” Stiles continued, his face lighting up as if he was a child in a candy store. Finally, his prize fell into the prize catcher, allowing the bear to be withdrawn from the machine. “YES!” His exclamation loud, arms raised in victory while other arcade goers just passed by curiously. Lydia had fished the bear out of the slot, smiling with glee. Stiles peered down at the woman, smiling brightly before his arms faltered back to his sides. “I told you so.” Lydia’s unwavering grin remained plastered on her face. Without warning, she leaned up and planted a kiss on his cheek, causing Stiles to flush and smile so hard, he felt his cheeks were in pain. “Do you like it?”

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