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derek.

that  was  the  last  thing  he’d  been  expecting  to  hear  .   they’d  all  been  attempting  to  figure  out  what  was  happening  &  to  find  a  way  out  of  here  ,   but  he  should’ve  known  it  wasn’t  going  to  be  as  easy  as  that  .   upon  her  words  ,   he  practically  froze  in  his  spot  .   his  mind  immediately  shifted  to  cora  ;   this  had  to  happen  &  just  drag  her  right  back  into  the  supernatural  world  when  she’d  managed  to  get  away  .   he  even  thought  of  malia  ——  whilst  she  was  first  &  foremost  a  tate  (  which  he  was  hoping  meant  she  was  out  of  the  equation  )  but  she  still  had  hale  blood  .   lydia  didn’t  even  have  to  actually  say  the  words  for  him  to  understand  .   saying  they  were  in  trouble  only  meant  one  thing  coming  from  a  banshee  .   he  wanted  to  say  they’d  just  have  to  figure  a  way  out  of  here  before  then  ,   but  optimism  was  never  his  thing  .   they  technically  had  up  until  halloween  at  the  very  latest  ,   but  for  all  they  knew  ,   this  could  be  going  down  tomorrow  .   he  simply  shook  his  head  as  she  struggled  to  get  out  an  apology  .   ❛   we  have  to  figure  out  what  this  means  ,   lydia  .   ❜   code  for  she  had  to  .   she  was  the  only  one  with  the  ability  to  .   he  didn’t  want  to  push  the  subject  ,   especially  when  she  was  already  so  freaked  about  it  ,   but  he  didn’t  want  to  die  .   he  didn’t  want  cora  or  malia  to  .   even  peter  .   ❛   have  you  told  scott  about  this  yet  ?   anybody  else  ?   ❜

lydia was FAR from stupid --- there was no ‘we’ that he spoke of, because she was the only one that would be able to figure out what was happening ; to find more details, a visual. “i’m working on it,” the redhead ensures, despite the fact that although she’d become more in control, and unlocked more of what exactly she was capable of --- there wasn’t a promise that the banshee would be able to find out much more information. “it’s all very, new information and i think i need to go into things with a clear less --- frantic mindset.” lydia explains, gaze lingering on derek, carefully glued to his every movement as she analyzed his actions. “i will do everything i can, derek.” her words are nothing but honest, sincere. “i would never forgive myself if ---” cutting herself off, sucking her lower lip briefly inward as the words struggle to escape her. “all i’m saying is, i have a lot to lose here too, we all do.” scott thought he lost derek once, and it almost KILLED him, that was pressure enough for lydia to try to put a stop to whatever this is, whatever was happening. plus, if malia was in any way at risk, the mere idea of something happening her sent a churning sensation of D O O M in the pit of lydia’s stomach. “no,” shaking her head, fingers come to intertwine with eachother. “i came straight to YOU, i thought you should be first to hear the news, from me.”

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scott. ( @musewoven​ )

“ SCOTT ? “ lydia’s voice echoes through the creek she’d made upon beginning to open the door of his guest bedroom, allowing herself access inside as fingers slip to ensure the door closes behind her. if there was one thing lydia needed right now, one person she needed to tell her predictions too, it was SCOTT. after all, he was her alpha, and as much as years prior she’d never think it --- lydia needed a leader right now. heels click against the flooring, concern washed over pretty feminine features as she further moved into the room. “we have a problem,” the redhead begins, lips pursing briefly as she attempts to gather her words in a way that might not send him into just as much panic as she already felt. “peter, derek, cora and malia they’re --- in trouble.” a guilty expression seems to wash over her now, because boy does she HATE that she has to be the one to bare this news ; especially about those they mostly cared for. “if my predictions are right, if the VOICES are right one .. “ pausing, gaze drops to the ground before her, as though she was admiring the truly hideous carpet rather than paying attention to the alpha before her. “.. one of them is going to be dead by halloween.” 

[scottstiles]

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malia.

@wailingwxmen ––––– lydia !!

it’s an undeniable fact that malia is NERVOUS, however much she doesn’t want to be. unknown territory, an overwhelming abundance of confusing new scents, a hundred strangers just as frustrated as she is. she wants to run, but she has nowhere to run to. she’s tried leaping through windows, shattering glass, ripping doors off of hinges ––––– nothing’s worked. she HATES everything about this hotel, and that’s precisely why catching lydia martin’s scent is such a relief. finally something comfortingly FAMILIAR, someone who might be able to puzzle this whole thing out, maybe even a way out. as soon as she tracks the scent to lydia’s room, she doesn’t hesitate to kick the door in, bounding in without a second thought. her gaze snaps from one end of the room to the other, double-checking to ensure her friend is alone. “ LYDIA !! are you okay ?? ”

after convincing a member of the robotic staff to lend her some paper and a pen, lydia had been spending days scribbling and sketching a million and one different things --- every HINT, every IDEA, it all went on these pages that were now scattered across neatly made bedding. albeit, half of her work is practically thrown mid-air when her door breaks in. instinct kicking in as the banshee arises from her spot, hands already out before her in preparation to defend herself. THIS IS IT --- the redhead finally thought something was happening, things had been too calm and now was time to put up a fight. however, that was not the case. instead, the banshee is greeted by none other than MALIA. huffing out a breath, hands drop back behind her sides. “minus the heart attack you just gave me ? YES.” sarcasm dripping from her words ; and despite this feet still find their way across the room toward malia, emerald hues already searching for damage on the coyote. “are you okay ? i mean you’re clearly okay enough to KICK DOWN A DOOR, but --- no one has tried to hurt you or anything, right ? “ because lydia had to consider malia as part of her little prediction too, technically. 

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stiles.

drink in his hand, stiles almost chucked the large drink at the strawberry blonde’s head. “lydia ??” heart was in his throat, still managing to slam against his chest all at once. “you scared the crap outta me !!” soon realizing that this may be a long night; lydia had basically made herself at home. brows knitted together, wondering what she meant. did she know about the ghostly encounter, not even scott knew about it yet. “uh, heard what ??” moving towards where he’d placed an object over the words scrawled on his wall. wanting to keep it hidden until he found more clues. lydia would be the last to criticize him for defacing the hotel’s property. technically, if he was stuck there, he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. 

feeling zoned out, stiles looked down at her. edges of his lips tugged down. noting how worried and panic she looked. free hand gently moved towards one of her shoulders. “start from the beginning, i am all ears.” motioning towards his bed, remembering, once upon a time, days without lydia and only dreaming of being with her in a room alone. now she was every breath he took. every morning and every night, stiles vowed to protect her, despite lydia knowing how to protect herself. he’d be damned if he didn’t try to protect her from the big, bad scary world out there.  times were tough, each day stiles became a tougher version of himself. before scott became a werewolf, he was as weak as one nerdy boy came. yet all that changed, much to the human’s surprise. setting down his drink and taking a seat on the bed. “no matter what, i got your back !!”

hands briefly raised to conceal herself ( and her outfit ) from the possible spillage after she’d frightened the male she’d come to visit without warning. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry ---” lydia exclaimed, before hands lower themselves to smooth out the floral dress fitted on her frame. the words that follow his lips clarify that he apparently hadn’t spoken to derek, or scott or anyone else who might’ve already heard of her banshee predictions. part of her wished he had, it would be so much easier to not have to explain to another person she’d felt a fellow pack members D O O M lingering in the pit of her stomach. as quickly as emerald hues are concealed with the daunting idea of having to explain everything again, they reopen when a soft hand lands upon her shoulder --- curls moving animatedly with a brief head nod. if there was one person who ALWAYS was there to listen to her, no matter how insane she sounded it’d been stiles. never for a moment did he doubt her and whatever level of crazy spewed from between her lips, while others labelled her as the town whackjob stiles was gentle with her, ensuring she always had SOMEONE who she didn’t have to feel afraid to speak to. 

settling back into her previous spot, bare feet dangle off the edge of his bed as fingers come to fumble with the material of her dress. “i had a .. banshee moment.” the femme begins, gaze refusing to meet that of stiles’. “i was trying to make progress on everything and there was this .. NAGGING in the back of my mind, the voices they wouldn’t stop --- it felt urgant.” briefly sucking her lips inward before plucking them back out again, the strawberry blonde shakes her head. “derek, cora, peter .. MAILA, they’re in trouble, stiles.” finally, light hues meet his, filled with concern and distress. “the voices predicted one of them is going to be dead by halloween, i don’t know how or when exactly or why but --- “ a deep furrow plastered between her brows. “i felt it stiles, the same dooming feeling i’ve felt for every other person, and i don’t know how to HELP ; how to find out more.” 

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tommy.

to  say  the  air  was  somewhat  awkward  was  an  understatement  ,   though  that  was  to  be  expected  ,   considering  they’d  technically  been  brought  together  again  completely  by  chance  .   tommy  had  thought  this  day  might  be  possible  once  lindy  did  what  she  had  to  do  ,   learned  what  she  was  left  without  .   then  lindy  would  come  back  to  new  york  &  things  would  be  okay  again  .   he  was  really  getting  sick  of  these  stupid  games  that  people  continously  played  ——  as  if  he  ,   lindy  ,   &  everyone  here  were  just  chess  pieces  ,   moving  to  entertain  some  higher  power  or  something  of  the  sort  .   at  her  statement  ,   he  simply  rolled  his  eyes  in  slight  amusement  .   ❛   ah  ,   i’ve  almost  missed  your  sarcasm  .   ❜   he  did  .   without  a  doubt  .   in  fact  ,   lindy  leaving  had  affected  more  than  just  him  ,   but  it  was  still  understood  .   ❛   fair  point  ,   though  .   hopefully  it  won’t  take  too  long  to  figure  out  ,   ❜   he  sighed  ,   finding  it  quite  difficult  to  rip  his  gaze  from  the  woman  ,   as  a  small  smile  formed  on  pale  lips  .   ❛   i  really  did  miss  you  ,   lindy  .   ❜   those  were  words  he  would’ve  never  intentionally  admitted  ,   however  something  told  him  she  was  already  aware  of  it  .

“ ALMOST ? ” hazel hues meeting his as a small grin passed over her lips, the first half-genuine smile since she came across the tall male ; briefly feeling at HOME with his taunting and her sarcasm, like they were back where they started. albeit, the words that follow up from that warrant a momentary silence --- it wasn’t something she deemed to be impossible ; tommy had made his feelings toward her clear before she left him, so it shouldn’t have been a shock to her to hear him say such a thing. despite this, both hands come up to push brunette locks behind her ears, a nervous habit. the words sat on the tip of her tongue, the t e m p t a t i o n there to return those same words toward him --- to let him know that she had felt the SAME. briefly, gaze falls toward his lips, in turn her own parting as if she’s considering it ; because fuck, she wanted to. from the moment he kissed her during their mission in that apartment, she’d wanted to do it again --- and she HATED it. this wasn’t supposed to happen, tommy was supposed to be the opposition, yet something kept drawing him back to her, and her back to him. being so deep in thought had lead her to near closer to him, already beginning to push up on her toes like she was going to do it --- throw everything out the window and let him know she felt it too, she had from the beginning whether she accepted it or not. however, reality kicks in, and suddenly feet are planted back neatly on the ground. “I KNOW.” is all she can muster up, pathetically so. “i’ve missed you ALL, it wasn’t easy to leave it all behind.” to leave you behind.

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stiles. ( @scftestpetal )

perched on the edge of his bed, lydia had been awaiting the return of stiles. while derek was her first priority upon receiving yet another death warning, it seemed the redhead couldn’t help but enter stiles’ room on the way back to her own, and although she found it to be empty the femme had decided to wait out the short length of time until his return. truth be told, lydia’s emotions were a TRAINWRECK --- and it seemed that time and time again when she felt like this, something pulled her in the direction of the stilinski boy. heels long disregarded across the floor, the strawberry blonde had her gaze restricted to them, thoughts running  w i l d  throughout her brain. FINALLY, what seems like an eternity of being stuck in her own head ; begging for answers and feeling uselessly ridden with guilt, green hues light up as the door pushes open. bare feet press against the floor, raising herself from the spot she’d once been resting in as her arms come to cross her chest and hug against her sides. “sorry for barging in i ---” furrow forming between perfectly groomed brows, teeth dig into her lower lip briefly before she speaks once more. “have you heard ? “ considering the banshee was unaware of his surroundings before their bump in, or before she decided to allow herself access to his room, she was unsure whether he’d already been with derek, or if word had spread and scott knew and told him. 

[cystalreeds]

“I can’t just turn this on.”

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derek.

days  passed  ,   weeks  passed  ,   but  one  thing  stayed  the  same  ——  they  weren’t  any  close  to  figuring  out  a  way  out  of  here  .   he  sat  in  quiet  of  his  own  room  ,   back  leaning  against  the  headboard  of  his  bed  as  he  let  his  mind  wander  .   there  had  to  be  something  they  were  missing  ,   there  had  to  be  something  they  looked  over  in  their  haste  .   there  was  no  way  someone  (  or  even  more  than  one  )  could  manage  to  pul  off  something  to  this  extreme  without  fucking  up  somewhere  along  the  way  .   he  let  out  a  sigh  as  he  shut  his  eyes  ,   trying  his  best  to  concentrate  .   what  only  felt  like  a  few  seconds  had  passed  before  his  door  swung  open  .   he  was  immediately  on  alert  ,   eyes  darting  towards  the  opening  door  .   the  last  person  he  was  expecting  to  see  was  lydia  ,   yet  there  she  was  .   he  opened  his  mouth  ,   about  to  make  a  comment  about  knocking  ,   or  lack  of  it  ,   but  she  managed  to  beat  him  to  the  punchline  .   it  was  then  he  realized  this  wasn’t  just  some  random  visit  ,   but  something  had  brought  her  here  .   ❛   what’s  wrong  ?   ❜   he  asked  ,   practically  pushing  himself  off  the  bed  in  one  swift  movement  ,   before  taking  a  few  steps  closer  towards  the  redhead  .   ❛   did  you  figure  something  out  about  this  place  ?   ❜   he  asked  ,   wondering  what’d  gotten  her  so  spooked  .

after all her panic, all the rushing to get to him ; suddenly she’s rendered s i l e n t. all of a sudden lydia has NO IDEA how to put this, how to tell him that either his life or the life of one of his family members is at stake. she should’ve went to scott first, he’d know what to say, he’d have a p l a n --- he was closer to derek than she was, he would’ve been able to keep him calm during the deliverance of bad news. “not exactly,” finally, the strawberry blonde speaks up, an almost guilty gaze raising to meet derek’s hues. “i heard something, something about you and your family.” pushing her back from resting against the door, lydia eases closer to derek, voice lowering as the following words escaped her. “you’re in trouble, you, cora ... malia.” the last name to pass her lips is practically a whisper, gaze drifting from his as she mentions her friend. “i don’t know any details yet, i’m working on it but --- the voices their next prediction was about a HALE.” she was hoping she wouldn’t need to mention much more, because truth be told the last thing lydia wanted to be doing was telling another pack member that she heard whispers of their possible DEATH, that she felt the doom churning in her stomach like she had for others. “the most i know is that it’s supposed to occur prior to halloween i --- “ sucking her lower lip in, curls move animatedly as lydia shakes her head, ‘I’M SORRY’ sat on the tip of her tongue, because she truthfully didn’t know what else to say to him. the burden of her predictions weighing heavy on her shoulders.

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derek. ( @sanguinsouls )

it’s h a u n t i n g her --- despite the fact she’d finally managed to silence the voices, the words are still echoing in her head, unable to be forgotten. she’d remained silent, begging them to give her another hint, something that wasn’t so vague --- a smaller time frame, a HOW. yet, she had nothing, and lydia couldn’t help but feel USELESS. now, heels click against the floor in a hurried echo, fierce gaze scanning each door until they fell upon the exact one she needed. OF COURSE, derek was her first stop. of everyone, he deserved to know first, and he was the only one of the hales lydia truly had any trust in ( apart from malia, technically  ). fingers rap against the door hastily, not even awaiting response before the redhead practically falls into the room --- back coming against the door to ensure it’s fully closed. just like that, the banshee appeared before him like a deer in headlights, the look painted over her features said it all ; she was TERRIFIED. “i need to talk to you, like NOW.” urgency clearly hinted in her voice, teeth briefly sink into her lower lip. “and believe me, it’s not good news.”

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👻 LYDIA hears many voices whispering all around her: “a hale will die before halloween.”

the banshee had been preoccupying herself --- knee-deep in an attempt to research whatever was happening to them, mentally exploring every one of their previous trauma’s for a pattern. it’d been days, weeks even ; still nothing was adding up, making sense. a frustrated sigh escapes pouted lips, pushing sheets of paper off of her lap ; body falling back against her headboard. briefly, eyes fell shut --- a pathetic attempt to relax herself. albeit, what comes of this is FAR from relaxation, a buzzing in the back of her mind beginning to irritate her. despite the fact she’d become accustomed to the voices that lingered in her head, enough that she could tune them out most of the time ; this was different, it was like something was fighting for her attention, like emergency sirens in her own head were beginning to go off. a too familiar feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach, which is the moment she begins allowing her subconscious to consume her --- the voices were putting up such a desperate fight, she figured they KNEW something.

“NO --- “ lydia practically gasps, suddenly upright in her bed, emerald hues lit up bright. nimble fingers having tugged at the sheets of her bedding, breath practically pulled from her throat. it doesn’t stop, it won’t STOP. “a hale will die before halloween, a hale will die before halloween, a hale will d ---” fingers grasp at red curls, eyes falling shut once more ; she needs more information, she needs visuals, she needs to know how, where, when --- WHY ? despite her attempts, the banshee can see nothing but darkness, and hear nothing but the voices chanting at her “A HALE WILL DIE BEFORE HALLOWEEN ... “

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nina.

“someone is spreading a rumour that i’m DEAD. which is clearly not true, but if it was …” nina pauses to examine her lipgloss in her little handheld mirror, certain that she’s kept her companion’s attention even as she leaves them hanging. “if it was, i would expect a shit-ton of flowers. just a really fucking big funeral, people crying, you know?” not that she thinks she deserves it — but that she KNOWS people will conveniently forget that, as soon as she dies young & beautiful.

everything about the opposing girl is FAMILIAR --- albeit, lydia had no idea who the strawberry blonde was, but her posture, attitude, and the words spewing from glossy lips reminded her all too much of someone she once knew. her past self. the thought alone made her cringe, a single brow raised as she listened to the girl rant about what she expected from those who knew her. “your expectations versus reality could lead you to be awfully disappointed, sweetheart.” the banshee states, pouted lips pursing thoughtfully between words. “what YOU think you deserve may not be what everyone else thinks you do, so i wouldn’t get your hopes up about all of those flowers.” 

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ya’ll the hype for this event ?? REAL. i need some drama n gossip ( which if ya’ll wanna plot any kind of drama literally those dms are open bc i’m a whore for angst n sadness n feels n general drama ) but anywho --- i may not be super active tonight, in the last three days alone i’ve worked over 30 hours and i literally have been running on purely caffeine for two days now and my body wants to d i e. moral of the story is i’m probably gonna partially lurk tonight and get posting tomorrow. lowkey also debating on a third character and bonnie bennett do i have my eye on you. maybe.

[karazrel]

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hope.

A soft smirk preys onto the young girl’s lips as she couldn’t help but cock a brow toward the other before shoving the glass her way, “You’ve probably heard of my father.” Hope admits, giving a wiggle of her nose before collapsing into the chair, “I was born to my mother, Hayley, a crescent pack werewolf and my father who was not only an original vampire, but the first hybrid as well. Though due to his mother, he had witch running through his bloodline which was passed down to me, his only kid and the exception. I’m the supernatural miracle baby. Hence why they call me Hope.” With a wiggle of her nose she brushes stray strands behind her ear, “I have a lot of power…and a lot of dark magic within me that I can’t…control. I’m trying but…I’m the first of my kind and no one, including myself, really knows how to handle me. My power…when I unleash it…It’s overwhelming. All consuming. Destructive.” Though she can’t help the grin that preys onto her lips with the other’s words, “You think? Well…I aspire to be that. A strong, kick-ass woman. Instead I feel…crippled.”

fingers lock around the now filled glass, bringing it to her lips as she listens to the younger girl spill her life story to her right there and then ; educating lydia on the UNKNOWN. “hope,” nodding her head, the corners of her lips quirk ever so slightly. “it’s cute, i like it --- definitely seems suitable.” although lydia was curious to dig more into her past, question about her abilities, about VAMPIRES and WITCHES --- she holds back on such, considering the younger femme seemed to not be in too jolly of a mood. she’d been there, using alcohol to soothe her sorrows, what teenager hadn’t ? there’s a sense of pity that lydia begins to feel for hope as she explained the extent of her power, once upon a time she could relate. the banshee thought she had been burdened by something she couldn’t understand, or control. albeit she was lucky to have people like meredith to help her learn a way of control, how to use her abilities to fight, to find clues, people --- this girl didn’t have that. “think about it this way --- you might not always be the only of your kind, and when you figure it all out, because YOU WILL. you’ll be able to help those just like you out, and then you’ll be idolised, then you’ll be a hero. rather than being feared because you have a power you can’t control nor do people understand. people fear the unknown, hope. you just need to show them there’s nothing to be scared of.”  

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stiles.

feeling grateful having lydia there to play true detective with; both their minds worked fast and diligently. when his mind was full of static, lydia was there to pick it up. knowing he had her help in every situation they were ever in, overwhelmed him with security. before scott turned, stiles detective skills were just small random situations. listening to his dad’s police radio for updates. sure, scott was there, but things turned real when things turned upside down. they no longer were on the sidelines with cases and lacrosse. many thoughts ran through stiles’ mind as he watched lydia, smile tugged, watching her in a non-creepy way. admiring the way her wheels turned, noticing it in her green orbs and when her face twitched.  even when they found the door, which was clearly for staff, his eyes never moved away from her. goofy expression danced on his face, “if we die at least i have a good view.” though, it was only a joke, he wasn’t kidding. lydia wasn’t hard on the eyes, she was small and beautiful, he couldn’t help but admire her altogether. to call his interest in her a crush now, seemed strange. stiles had fallen and he was never getting out of that hole in the ground. did he really want to ?? “i don’t have my bat, what am i going to do ??” ready to hold up his fist for a hand-to-hand combat, which he’d clearly lose. “i’m only human here, lydia !!”

to say lydia hadn’t noticed stiles’ starring would be a lie, the redhead was quick to pick up on things, even if that meant her fellow detective and his unbreaking gaze from her. truth be told, the strawberry blonde wasn’t entirely sure how to react to the likes of stiles ; yes, she was aware that once upon a time he had a crush on her --- who wasn’t ? albeit, the kind of admiration the likes of scott and allison had spoke of him having for her was so PURE, it was true emotion and not something lydia was familiar with having dealt with in past romantic scenarios. plus, in the past the banshee wasn’t exactly the kindest person to the lanky male, and while that was something she came to regret in later years, the thought always lingered in the back of her mind that she was UNDESERVING of such an emotional connection to stiles. emerald orbs go bright at the sudden compliment slipping from between his lips, before a soft GENUINE smile spreads across her lips ; thankful for the layer of blusher that seems to hide the rose tint beginning to heat up her cheeks. lydia martin did NOT get embarrassed. fingers stretch upward to brush a bright curl behind her ears, lips smacking together briefly --- mind going a million miles an hour to try to come up with SOMETHING to respond to such a remark with, yet she comes up short. instead, moving on to the next topic of discussion and attempting to move away from the feeling in the pit of her stomach she was so unaware of how to deal with. “oh, sweetheart,” bringing her own hand up, fingers press against the fist stiles’ was getting prepared to defend himself with, shaking her head. “let’s not try that, you’ll probably do more damage to yourself than the opposition.” exclamations of his lack of supernatural traits warrant a simple eye-roll, her hand coming to gesture behind her. “fine, stay behind me. you be the damsel in distress for a change.” and with that, fingers wrap around the handle of the door to push it open, a dark staircase ahead.

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deadpool.

TEAM? wait, when did deadpool say he wanted a TEAM? oh he supposed maybe he implied——- “ HEY now, lady. i got commitment issues, so we’re not a TEAM, okay? we’re just—– strangers who would mutually benefit from a joint pairing of MINDS. “ he REFUSED to take on a team after what happened last time. ( he had to put his suit through the wash twice to get all the blood out. ) but finally deadpool shrugged his shoulders. what DID he have to offer? “ well, i’m 6′2″, i cook, and i love long walks on the beach—- “ what else could he hook her with? “——i also can’t die, so that’s pretty cool. “ not for DEADPOOL, of course.

pouted lips purse as the masked man before her explains his commitment issues ; the teenage girl could ever so slightly relate. “OUCH, who broke your heart ? “ lydia remarks, a coy smile pulling on her lips as the teasing words slip from her lips. “but fine, strangers with a mutual benefit it is.” red locks move animatedly with a nod of her head, before arms come to cross over her chest in curiosity as her opposition begins to explain what he brought to the duo. realistically, he didn’t have to explain himself, he clearly held more power than lydia and that was good enough for her. plus, it wasn’t like they could end themselves in TOO MUCH trouble just investigating, right ? “you can’t die ? “ the banshee questions, suddenly intrigued. “well, then we both benefit from that because i won’t FEEL it happening.”