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I’m sorry to say this account may not be used. I’ve lost interest with Teen Wolf in general and haven’t felt inspired to write about Stydia anymore. I think I outgrew the show after season 4 and although I loved Stiles and Lydia, I haven’t felt the spark this season, which has left me disinterested in writing for them. Although they had a “moment” this season when Stiles saved Lydia, I felt it was a bit cheesy. In fact I feel like Teen Wolf has turned too cheesy. I just wanted to give an explanation for my lack of activity. I would also like to thank everyone for all the nice comments over the past three years. It’s been a great outlet writing on here.

Check out this trippy video by “yahya.” on YouTube. The artwork in this is beautiful. I can’t imagine the time that must have gone into making this and yahya’s other videos! 

Chapter 15: Mind Games

       Stiles leaped from the couch and yanked the black duct tape from his mouth. He started to gag, before slowly pulling a long strand of gauze from his throat. Mrs. McCall, Deaton, Peter, Scott, and Lydia stood in shock as Stiles threw himself to the ground. Scott began to take a few steps forward, but stopped the moment Stiles hunched over to heave. Stiles clenched his neck. The dryness of the gauze was irritating his esophagus causing him to eyes to water. The others watched him helplessly gasp for air.

Chapter 14: Apology

       Stiles used his shoulder to cradle his phone against his ear, leaving his hands free to throw a pair of socks into his duffel bag. He cleared his throat, waiting for Lydia to pick up.                             

       “Hello?”

Chapter 13: Void

        Lightning sliced through the clouds as Allison’s windshield wipers flicked more rain off the glass. The storm had blocked out most of the light coming from the headlights of the car, making it nearly impossible for Allison or Lydia to see more than a few feet in front of them by the time they pulled into the police station.

Chapter 12: Revelations

        Stiles tried to slow his heartbeat as he entered the MRI machine. The adrenaline began to quick in and soon he could no longer control his breathing. The mechanical cylinder swallowed him whole, and he felt as if a weight was siting on his chest. The pressure just kept building, pushing air out of his lungs. Stiles tried to keep perfectly still, but his fingers started to tap nervously by his side.

Chapter 11: Holding Back

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I never believed I would have 20, let alone 500 followers! I just want to say thank you so much for sticking around. I know I don't post very often, but you all seem to understand and have some great comments that always put a smile on my face. Thank you all so much!

Chapter 10: Dreaming on Cloud Nine

            Lydia took a moment to suck in as much oxygen as her lungs would allow before ringing the doorbell. She adjusted her skirt, flattening out the pleats on the front of it, as she heard footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. A mix of excitement and fear, was the only way to describe how she was feeling. The door swung open and Mr. Stilinski appeared.