@waiilinggenius
“His nose broke my knuckle.”

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@waiilinggenius
“His nose broke my knuckle.”
@waiilinggenius
“...hey, lydia. what’s up?”
"What if I just held on and never let go?"
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“Are you sure you wanna do that? I mean, really sure? Because if you’re not, like, absolutely certain, then...”
@waiilinggenius
He stared at her. She was curled up on his bed, asleep --- gracefully might not have been the right word, but he couldn’t help but think she was cute all the same, and according to the text his father had sent him, she’d been there a while; he’d let her in before he’d gone to work that evening, and Stiles had spent a solid couple of hours studying stalling at the school library.
Ever since that night, he’d hoped that she would move on. Deem him a lost cause and find something better, someone better, just like it seemed everyone else had. The universe had fucked up with this one, CLEARLY; he wasn’t meant to have a soulmate, not really, and certainly not one like Lydia Martin. She could do better, would do better without him, and he’d HOPED that if he just avoided her hard enough, she would see that and stop trying to talk to him.
Judging by the fact that she’d waited for him this long, that wasn’t going to be the case.
He had half a mind to leave. To turn around and go somewhere else, maybe even spend the night with Scott --- have her wake up to a still-empty apartment and let it dawn on her that she was just making things worse, just dragging out the inevitable. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t, especially not after what she’d endured with Jackson, but this was better in the long run, wasn’t it? He’d hurt her eventually anyway. Or she’d hurt him. Either way, it was never going to work. He should just leave. He should.
He leaned down and shook her shoulder. “Lydia? Lydia. Wake up.”
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“This party is going to have the best fireworks ever!”
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@waiilinggenius
[text: lyds] good morning beautiful
[text: lyds] wait, is that too cliche? it kinda feels like it.
[text: lyds] good morning, lydia! it’s one day closer to when you’ll win a fields medal for some mathematical theorem you probably thought up in the shower or some shit.
@beccabobecs and @waiilinggenius should plot with each other!
hey @beccabobecs and @waiilinggenius! someone out there thinks that you two would write well together!
"I'm not jealous, why would you say that?"
an extensive prompt masterlist pt. 2
“ Because you’re doing that thing where you clench your jaw real hard and look at anything but me. And you roll your eyes… a lot. What have I done? ”