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“I’m not, I’m not messing with you, I actually like you.” Lydia repeated frustrated before taking a chance and kissed him.
"What the--" Stiles was cut off by Lydia's kiss, his mind whirring too much for him to even process what was happening. He forced himself to close his eyes and focus on the moment before it disappeared.
"You’re an idiot." But none the less, the banshee stood on her toes and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Happy?"
Stiles' eyes bugged out, a wide smile brimming. "The happiest. Seriously, Lydia, we're gonna figure this out, and you are gonna want to give me several more of those."
”I like that song but I agree, one more time and I’ll scream or you will.”
"Exactly. You're welcome for changing it. You can drop the attitude now."
"What kind of recognition?"
"Oh, you know, the usual 'thank you' would suffice. Though I would accept a kiss on the cheek. Or the lips, I mean, whatever feels right in the moment is A-OK with me."
"Just do the research thing Stiles."
"I will, I will. It would just be nice to get some recognition every once in a while."
“You did not just change my radio station——”
"Sorry, but if you think I'm listening to Fancy one more time this lifetime, you're deluded."
”You haven’t been getting sleep for the past night, Stiles. It isn’t something you should get used to.”
The color drained from her face, hearing that another one of his infamous nightmares attacked once again. The main reason she had come to sleepover at his house was to console him whenever he woke up as a sweaty wreck, and she wasn’t doing such a great job at comforting him. “Do you need anything?”
"I can't remember the last time I got a real, full night's sleep, so... it's a little too late to be worried about whether I'm getting used to it or not, y'know?"
His pathetic attempt at a smile turned sad. "I don't need anything, no. I'm just, uh, really glad you're here. Things don't seem so bad when you're around. I mean, surprisingly enough, this night has been a calm one. Also, definitely qualifies as a contender for best night of my life under any other circumstances. Sorry that it has to be...like this." Stiles felt like a burden. His nightmares weighed on him like nothing he'd experienced before, and he hated the realization that he could be bringing Lydia down with him.
"Look, it's not a big deal or anything-- Just...can't sleep is all. Pretty used to it at this point." He closed his mouth before he could add fuel to the fire. The last thing he needed was anyone to worry-- though he couldn't deny the odd thrill that went through him when he let it sink in that a particular strawberry blonde was the one doing the worrying.
i think im gonna redo this blog like the theme and a lot of stuff ok but um if u wanna do something with either stiles or lydia hmu [heart eyes emoji]
"I like you! Isnt that obvious? I have for a while, god just forget it."
"W-- y--" Stiles' mouth moved like he was forming words that didn't quite make it, a confused frown creasing into his forehead. "C-can you stop...messing with me, Lydia?" It's not fair."
“If you don’t stop being an ass, I’m going to throw this flashlight at you”
"How about-- crazy thought, I know, but, instead of threatening me with the light, you actually point it where I need to see?"
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
"I mean, it's not going down in history as the best idea we've ever had, no. But it's the best we got for right now. Seriously, dude, when are you just gonna trust me? I don't have werewolf-ey instinct, but I'm still pretty smart."
"Kissing is not helping, you don’t kiss to help me, well I’ve done that to help you."
"You like her don’t you?" Please don’t like her…
"What the hell does it matter, Lydia? I've been in love with you since the third grade, and you've never shown interest in reciprocation. How can you be mad at me for possibly deciding to move on? You're so unbelievably selfish sometimes, did you know that?"
"Fine. But only because I have no other willing participants to help."
"Excuse yourself, Lydia. Even if there were others, I would be your best option and we both know it."
i have major renovations to do on this blog, since the only muses i ever even use are stiles and lydia, but that seems like a whole lot of work ugh
"Oh no you just kiss her and the whole ‘I’ll never leave you’ crap is so something friends do."
"Lovely to know I’d be the one left to die and eaten alive in the pack."
Stiles sighed loudly. "I'm helping her. Just like I help you with your...Banshee shit. It's not my fault she's attached to me. You know I'd never let anything happen to you."
Alice laughed, “Well I’m sure your speech would’ve been absolutely wonderful and produced the same general answer from me,” she reassured. Nodding and holding his hand, she smiled, “I, Alice Dawson, am your girlfriend. And if I’m going to be honest right now, it feels pretty damn amazing, too.”
Stiles returned her smile, his eyes softening as he glanced down to her lips. "I'm your boyfriend," he said, a sort of a cocky smile peaking out as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.
