STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
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Lydia Martin
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ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jul 14, 2019 20:38:57 GMT
This time it was deliberate, not some sort of pity acceptance because the world’s biggest moron couldn’t see what was standing right in front of him. Admittedly the question might’ve been blurted when it had come, the words tripping over themselves on his tongue as he’d led Lydia out into the words to try and help her turn into an even bigger bad ass than she already was. For at least a minute afterwards Stiles had thought maybe he’d trodden on the sort of conversational landmine that had blown up on him before but that was a yes he’d gotten in the end and the nine year old in him whose heart had shot out of his chest at the sight of the perfect little red headed girl had fist pumped in the air. The world had practically turned itself on its head and back again since the last time he’d been heading across town to pick Lydia up to head to a dance with her.
The last time it had been Roscoe he’d been heading over there in, the engine stuttering alarmingly, Lydia’s lip curling every time it had seemed like the jeep wasn’t gonna get there. This time he’d been smart, borrowing his dad’s car for the night. It wasn’t a limo but it also wasn’t gonna break down on the way there. He liked to think Lydia was a little likely to burn up with shame at being seen with him now but this was one night he wasn’t planning on pushing the limits that way. Stiles swallowed hard as he glanced at the still perfect little red head girl in the passenger seat. These days he was better about keeping that sorta thought to himself but he still cared about, was pretty sure he was still more than a little in love with her. It was just a slightly different Lydia these days, one who hid a little less behind the brightly painted smile and feigned air-headedness. It was that Lydia he’d become friends with after their normal, not so happy, little high school life had been torn apart. Happy still wasn’t guaranteed now but they were a lot closer to it than they had been for ages. They had Allison back, the ritual was in the rear view mirror and graduation was rushing up at them so fast it seemed that hitting it was gonna hurt.
Stiles tapped his fingertips against the wheel, sinking his teeth into his lower lip to pin his smile into place as he approached the school. They were all graduating, except for Isaac, if things went as well as he hoped they would they were all gonna be together next year too and it wasn’t like they were even gonna leave Isaac in their dust. That was something to regret later though, tonight it was all about having fun and strolling into that school with Lydia on his arm. Following a trail of cars into the lot, Stiles guided his dad’s car into a spot. He wasted no time in hopping out, the grin spreading wide and proud across his face as he rounded the car and opened the passenger side for Lydia. Ducking half into a bow, he offered her his arm. ”If you’d allow me…” he said, warmth in his tone. Brow eyes narrowed faintly, his grin not dimming beneath them. ”I told you look incredible tonight haven’t I? I mean, honestly, you do.” Not that she didn’t normally, Lydia always looked incredible and not just in that perfect, untouchable way now. Something had shifted between them then shifted back until it left just enough room between them for this thing they’d been dancing around almost since Scott had been bitten to start coming out into the open.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 24, 2024 14:32:54 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jul 17, 2019 16:05:19 GMT
| Senior Prom is a night that Lydia had waited for, for years. Growing up in Beacon hills she had planned all this out. At least back when she was pretending to be a shallow prima donna princess and preened around the school. When being popular the schools Queen B, was all that seemed to matter. That she would go to Prom with her perfect boyfriend Jackson, and where the most amazing dress.
She realised when the night rolled around that all she had imagined back then wasn’t happening. Though she couldn’t be happier for it. Despite her life having changed and, in some ways, it wasn’t for the better. But in others she wouldn’t trade her life now for what she had then. Now she had genuine friends who loved her for who she was and not for who she pretended to be.
Then not to mention her date… and actually her date of choice was Stiles. Sure, she had been to a date before, though it was out of guilt to her friend then. Now, she wasn’t entirely sure where things were going between her and Stiles though they had definitely shifted. When he had asked, she hadn’t hesitated in saying yes.
She had gone outside when Stiles had arrived. Her body adorned in a fitting satin and lace floor length golden dress. She was surprised when he didn’t pull up in Roscoe. She hated that car… she swore one day that the duct tape was going to come loose and would just crumple to bits on a highway.
She strapped the corsage to her wrist while Stiles drove them to the high school. She laughed a little at the bow Stiles gave as she offered his hand to help her out of the car, ” Only if you drive this car more often. It’s so much safer.” Lydia joked a little as she lifted the bottom of her dress with one hand as she weaved her other arm through his.
She looked at him and his grin was almost infectious to the point that she was smiling as well, ” Thank you. You scrub up well yourself.” She smiled at him as they began to head their way inside the gymnasium.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jul 20, 2019 20:25:22 GMT
If Peter had never healed enough to carry out his bat shit plans senior prom would’ve happened in Beacon Hills. He and Scott still would’ve been outcasts, warming the bench, standing by and watching as Jackson had strolled into the school tonight with Lydia on his arm. Peter had though, taking all those thoughts of retribution and power and turning them into a full on nightmare for everybody involved. Now Peter was .. who knew where, hopefully hiding under a rock somewhere … Jackson was off in London and, if this didn’t end up cursed in some crazy way like their last prom had been, he was going to be strolling into the high school with Lydia and back out again later with her on his arm, an incredible night having happened in between.
There was still a big if hanging over the whole thing but getting hold of a decent suit, a decent car for the night, leaving his dad trying to goose Roscoe towards the station to get to work, undoubtedly getting a cab home later when the jeep wouldn’t start, finding a corsage that Lydia had actually slipped onto her wrist while he was driving. That, in his book was pretty damn perfect. Stiles struggled a little to keep a smile under wraps while he’d driven towards the school but it had a tendency to break through anyway, the pride he’d been feeling just a little tempered by the fact that neither one of them was exactly who they’d been at their last dance. He wasn’t worshipping Lydia from the bottom of her ivory tower and she wasn’t pretending to be something she wasn’t to keep up her queen bee status. All of that had been tossed by the wayside as they’d headed across country to try and rescue Allison and make sure that tonight was happening for all of them.
Undoubtedly the others were already there as he scurried around the front of his dad’s car and opened the door for Lydia. Old Lydia would’ve looked at him like an alien for that bow but new Lydia was laughing as she took it and slipped out. A pout tugged at Stiles’ mouth as he straightened up, closing the passenger door after her. ”Roscoe’s safe,” he countered, brows drawing together. ”Most of the time at least. So, there is gonna be a next time doing this?” There was hope in his voice now as he began to stroll towards the front doors of the school with Lydia’s arm tucked around his. The question was a little pushy maybe but they’d been dancing around something more for a while, whatever it was not really taking form until they’d moved here and they’d really started to lean on one another. Forget what was going on with Scott and Bonnie, what the hell was Derek gonna start smirking over if he caught sight of the goofy grin on his face.
Lydia’s own seemed to be beaming back at him at least as they reached the doors and Stiles held one open for Lydia to walk through. Dark eyes drifted down her dress and up as she slipped past him. The hand that had been holding the door smoothed down his tie as he stepped proudly in after her and offered his arm again. ”Thank you,” he crooned back. ”Not so goofy looking in a suit huh?" The two Adderall he’d taken this morning hopefully had something to do with that too. Their effect was probably erased by the buzz of his nerves under his skin but at least thus far he hadn’t made a complete fool of himself. ”A little different to last time,” he said softly as they stepped into the gym. The place was already filling up, familiar flashes of faces in the building crowd. ”This time no begging to head out to the dance floor … although I’ve been practicing. Just prepare for tripping the light fantastic out there.” He glided a couple of steps in demonstration before he reined himself back in.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 24, 2024 14:32:54 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jul 29, 2019 17:21:27 GMT
| Her first car ride with Stiles where she wasn’t scared for her life. That the duct tape that literally held the car together most of the time was just going to finally come loose and they would lose their tyres part way through a journey. Though her teasing about his car was exactly that, teasing. It did however come from a place of seriousness, ” Your idea of safe has always been slightly different to mine.” Lydia reminded him with a small smile. Her idea of fixing a car was a certified mechanic. His was if something was hanging off, duct tape. Making a funny noise a little spray of WD40 and everything was hunky dory, ” How it is still drivable I will never know.”
Though he caught her words and she looked up at him a teasing smile gracing her lips, ” Why wouldn’t there be?” She asked him, ” This is the second dance you have taken me to.” Lydia reminded him. It would be their last school dance, so they were going to enjoy it. This time Lydia wouldn’t give him a hard time about wanting to dance either.
Eventually the couple headed toward the doors of the school and he complimented how she looked as they walked, and she told him that he scrubbed up well, ”While you do look good in a suit, eventually you get used to the goofball that is you too.” Lydia told him. Against many odds they had actually become friends and even Lydia had to admit slowly shifting to something more. Neither of them seemed to directly discuss it yet.
Once inside the gym he mentioned how he wouldn’t be begging her to get out to the dance floor. She cringed a little when he described his dancing, ” That’s improvement?” she teased through her cringe, ” Just be careful of my feet, or I’ll never forgive you.” She told him as she drew him out onto the dancefloor with the rest of the dancing students.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Aug 7, 2019 18:31:56 GMT
He didn’t need to hear the words out of Lydia’s perfectly painted lips to know that the two of them had always been chalk and cheese. She’d spent elementary, middle and most of High School being the IT girl and where had he been? Down at the bottom of the pedestal she’d stood on, spending year after year worshipping her. It’d taken Scott being bitten to bring them all to the same level and even then there’d been those looks that made it clear he had more in common with aliens than the rest of them. Slowly those differences didn’t seem so great, in fact, after Lydia had helped get the damn nogitsune out of him, they’d been erased almost entirely. Almost. There was still that faint heat warming the back of his neck as Lydia had shown a lot more appreciation for his dad’s car than Roscoe. Stiles ignored it, his brows unknotting as he smiled ruefully. ”Have I ever steered you wrong?” he asked. The answer ‘yes’ already echoing in his ears. He blew it off though, waving his free hand in the air. ”Determination, grit and the rust that’s holding it still together.” He was trying to be breezy about it but it really wasn’t that far off of the truth.
Tilting his head, Stiles shrugged, almost awkward beneath his suit jacket. Why wouldn’t there be? Because their lives were pretty damn twisted and had been for almost three years now. He’d learned not to take anything for granted. ”The first wasn’t exactly voluntary,” he managed with only half a wince. ”Things are different now and … I hoped there was gonna be. Not just a dance either…” The metaphorical boot lodged itself in his throat, threatening to choke him on his damn laces. That had been incredible smooth, as cool and slick as lava. Stiles’ mind slipped from mentally kicking himself to proud as they headed for the doors of the school, the fact that Lydia was on his arm, complimenting him inflating his ego just a little. One side of his mouth lifted as he preened. ”Goofball me appreciates the compliment. He’ll be back tomorrow, once we’ve enjoyed tonight.” If he could keep that side at bay, for a single evening.
The goofball managed to avoid tripping over his own feet as they headed into the gym. It might’ve been a close call but nearly two years actually being off the bench had helped give him a little grace and more than a little confidence. As did the Adderall. Perhaps a third pill would’ve avoided him making Lydia cringe. For a moment he thought it had been his reference to the last dance that had done it but nope, it was the idea of dancing with him. Stiles paused, his mouth twisting wryly as he eyed Lydia. ”A huge improvement.” He’d been about to tow her out there to prove it but she got there first. Stiles inched close, although not too close, keeping his hands absolutely in the friend zone. ”Your toes are safe from me I swear. Cross my heart. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d been practicing.” Cursing in his head, he shifted, settings his hands at Lydia’s waist instead.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 24, 2024 14:32:54 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Aug 18, 2019 18:09:33 GMT
| Lydia was unbelievably glad to see another car. Stiles faithful car Roscoe was fine for him. Though she had a completely different car, one that wasn’t held together with duct tape and as he put it… determination. His question immediately had her laughing, ” I don’t think I’ll answer that.” She replied almost joyfully as he seemed to know the answer as well. Though where it mattered, they stood beside each other, ” It astounds me every time you actually make it to and from school to be honest.” She teased mercilessly about his car.
As they started heading inside, he asked if there would be a next time. She looked away from him when he mentioned the first dance. She now felt awful for treating him the way that she had, ” I made you work for it that night. I remember…” Lydia spoke quietly. Eventually however he had gotten the dance that he wanted out of her that night, ” Is that your roundabout way of asking me out on a date?” Lydia challenged back at him. If he wanted it, he had to ask.
Once they reached inside, he mentioned that he didn’t look completely goofy in a suit and Lydia did agree. Though after a while you got used to how someone dressed and acted. Wearing a suit clearly wasn’t his idea of comfort. Moments later they were in the gym the lights bouncing off the walls creating different patterns. Lights cast different shadows on their face.
When Stiles insisted that his dancing had improved, she laughed a little finding the courage to lead him out to the dance floor, even with the risk of injury. She warned him that if he stood on her feet that she wouldn’t forgive him. When they were in the midst of wall the other couples. Comfortably she wrapped her arms around his neck while he shifted his hands to her waist, ” Time to prove it…” She smiled softly as they moved in time with the music.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Sept 8, 2019 15:59:30 GMT
Lydia had rarely balked at being diplomatic in the past, sharp words slipping past carefully painted lips but it was one of the things that seemed to have changed along with their supernatural circumstances. His pride was glad of it, Stiles thought, giving Roscoe a metaphorical little pat of sympathy in his head. To most the jeep was junk, to him it had been almost everything at one time or another. Stiles shot Lydia a sideways glance, the corners of his mouth quirking. ”You saving my pride?” he asked, his words kidding for the most part. It’d taken some knocks over the last couple of years but at the oddest times Lydia was there to build it back up. This was obviously one of the moments where she was hedging her bets about letting a little air out of it. ”Roscoe’ll get me anywhere I need to go,” Stiles crooned, gesturing across town with one hand. As long as it wasn’t far enough away to tax the radiator or cold enough that the heater was needed to get above about three degrees.
Tonight that was one weight off of his mind though. The jeep, the hell that had been their last dance in Beacon Hills, that was all behind them for the night, even if memories of that first dance with Lydia was lingering in the back of his head. Tugging Lydia’s arm gently, Stiles snorted. ”Do I remember practically having to beg you to go out on the floor for a single dance with you?” He pouted for a moment, pooching out his lips as he pretended to remember before he shook his head. ”Nope, that near moment of humiliation and unashamed begging seems to be escaping me right now.” That wasn’t the part of the night that had haunted his dreams for months afterwards. It had been what Peter had done outside of the school, the plea raw in his throat. Stiles cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the remembered burn of it. His shoulders began to creep up around his ears as his foot lodged right back in it. That hadn’t been an invitation to ask her out and now he was gonna get shut down, wasn’t he? They were meant to be friends now, a little F, not a great big capital one complete with air quotes. Stiles ducked his head slightly, considering her question. ”Is that your way of telling me you wouldn’t mind me asking you out on a date?” he shot right back.
She’d agreed to go to the ball with him after all, the tension that’d been between them in the past because of his eternal crush on her out of the way enough that they could do that. Things had been shifting though, all that certainty about their friendship edging into something more. It wasn’t meant to but nothing in Mystic Falls ever happened the way it should’ve been done. He had Lydia laughing at least as she lead him out onto the dance floor. The promises of his improvement must’ve been doing something for him. With her dare about proving it ringing in his ears, Stiles shifted his hands slowly on her waist. They slid around to the small of her back as he drew her in. Hips that were usually only half in his control swayed slowly with hers, his body pressed practically chest to ankle against hers. ”Fast or slow?” Stiles asked, ducking his head so his lips were close to Lydia’s ear. ”This part always felt easy with you.” That wasn’t one hundred percent the truth given that there wasn’t a giant pool to pull those statistics from but it had felt right, last time and this time.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 24, 2024 14:32:54 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Nov 6, 2019 14:06:27 GMT
| At least that was one thing that she didn’t have to worry about. Actually, making it to the prom, considering he had decided to drive a different car thing evening. On the topic of that very car which was literally held together at some points by duct tape. She commented that it astounded her every time she made it to school and then home again at the end of the day, ” I better give you and your car some alone time…” Lydia went on to tease a little. Shouldn’t be too hard considering she only ever got in that car unless she absolutely had to.
When they arrived at the prom, he didn’t have to beg this time in order to get her onto the dance floor. Admittedly the last time she had been his date to a school dance it hadn’t been her choice. She preferred not to remember that night, though that short dance with Stiles was by far the best moment of that night in comparison to what had happened later, ” Mmm hmm.” Lydia smiled a little when he said that he didn’t recall practically begging her to dance. True there had been some hard work on his part but what she remembered wasn’t entirely begging. She remembered it as him being the first to see through the façade she put out there. One she had since dropped as she didn’t see the point in keeping it. Her true friends that cared about her the most, cared for her as she was not the image that she put out there, ” So you don’t remember anything that you said to me that night either?” She challenged slightly as they made their way out onto the dancefloor with no argument from her this time.
As they made their way out, he boasted that he had been practising since last time. Last time she had been afraid for her feet… Once they found a small spot amidst the rest of the dancing couples, she turned to face him. The song at the minute seemed to be a slow one. She lifted her arms around his neck as he wrapped his own around her waist. No where near as much hesitation as there had been last time, though this time it was entirely different. She wasn’t hung up over Jackson… and things between them were changing, ” Slow music right now Stiles.” Lydia reminded him, ” Don’t worry, I’m sure the DJ will speed up soon…” Lydia chuckled, ” And you can impress me further by how your dancing has improved.” Lydia replied into his ear.
His voice and breath against her own skin made her shiver a little. Being close to him had surprisingly always been easy. His words made her think about it for a moment and she couldn’t recall a time that it ever had been. She rested her head against his shoulder her own silent agreement.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Dec 3, 2019 19:42:10 GMT
You’d have thought that after all this time he had more control over those pesky surface emotions. A poker face wasn’t much of a defense against creatures that could literally sniff out every single thing you felt but against everybody else it was all he had apart from an overdeveloped ability to snark. It didn’t crack as often as it once did but Lydia’s teasing had his jaw dropping and heat blotching his cheeks. Stiles swallowed, recovering himself. ”Sorry, my dance card’s a little full tonight, Roscoe’s gonna have to wait,” he managed dryly. His mouth twitched as they headed inside though. There’d been a time when his strongest relationships honestly had been with his dad, with Scott, and with his truck. The major part of him had wanted way more than that but if he’d never gotten it, he’d have coped. Having had a taste of all of this though? There was no going back. He had a group of incredible friends, a couple of enemies admittedly, maybe a frenemy or two, thanks Peter, and he’d strolled into prom with the prettiest girl in school. That, that right there was a pretty good life.
Even if it came with some baggage that none of them would ever be entirely rid of. Like the mental image of the prom where Lydia had been bitten by Peter while he’d been on his sick little rampage to make himself as powerful as possible. The alpha was thankfully now way less than and a couple thousand miles away from here he hoped. Stiles wished he could’ve said the worst parts of that night had been burned from his memory but they hadn’t been, not entirely. Blowing a raspberry, Stiles pretended to shove the memory of him practically forcing Lydia on the floor then from his mind. ”Begging? Naw. I never beg,” he swore, shaking his head. His lips curved as he led her out onto the dance floor though, the bashfulness easing into something else. Stiles tipped his head to one side as he slipped between the other couples already out there. ”That you have a cute little ass or that I was the only one who really knew who you were?” Stiles asked, playing a little coy. He’d also admitted that he’d had a crush on her since the third grade but by now he was pretty sure everybody and their dog in Mystic Falls had known it.
Time had mellowed things out though, turning that first dance into a friendship and then, kinda coming full circle in a way, back towards something more. The night she’d come over to his place, exhausted, stressed, breaking into tears, it’d become obvious, to him at least, that what had been below the friendship for him back then had never really gone away. Stiles drew her in slowly, not staying so formal with his hands this time, his hands finding the small of her back. Lips pursed, he looked down at her and then glanced up as though he hadn’t heard the music at all. ”I’m pretty sure I can make sure he doesn’t,” he said absent-mindedly before Lydia spoke into his ear. Stiles sucked in a breath, his gaze dropping to her lips. ”Well … if you put it that way,” he murmured, his breath stirring the tendrils of flaming hair that had escaped. ”You never answered me you know. Was it your way of telling me you wouldn’t mind me asking you out on a date? Like … if I asked right now, would you say yes?” That was ballsy, he thought, the pit of his stomach beginning to knot up. A couple of years back Lydia would’ve been staring at him like he’d grown a second head right then and there but she wasn’t the Lydia she’d been then, both of them had changed since that first dance.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 24, 2024 14:32:54 GMT
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Dec 30, 2019 12:33:16 GMT
| Lydia was determined to enjoy this prom. The last dance she went to had been cut short by an Alpha wolf having drawn her out to the lacrosse field and left her bitten several times. She remembered it all now clearly. Back then it had come back to her in pieces. She had since gotten over fear of Peter as he was no longer a real threat. There were other parts of the night that she had remembered as well. It hadn’t all been terrible. It had probably been the first night when she actually seen Stiles for the first time. She chuckled a little bit when he said he didn’t see it as begging, ” Really? I must have given you a dance out of pity then…” Lydia smiled her eyes indicating that she didn’t believe him and even she was now being a little coy.
His next comment had her jaw drop a little and then she laughed, ” You think my ass is cute now? Oh Stiles. Your giving up all your secrets.” Lydia teased him right back. She remembered all that he had said last night. Even admitting to the point, he had a crush on her since the third grade. His like of her wasn’t because of something she had pretended to be. He had also admitted that he seen through everything that she had put on as a façade.
Lydia took a moment to remind him that it was slow music at the minute. When the DJ sped up then he could impress her further with his improved dancing. To think he had been practising just so he could dance with her. That she found sweet. She rested her head on his shoulder when he said that this part always felt easy. She listened to him and smiled a little when he asked again about that date. She lifted her head again to look at him… now it was her turn to be coy, ” I don’t know because you haven’t asked.” Lydia answered softly she didn’t indicate neither a yes nor a no answer.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Jul 21, 2024 18:10:02 GMT
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Jan 16, 2020 20:31:20 GMT
How screwed up was it that prom with Lydia the first time around had been one of his best memories of high school in Mystic Falls? It had ended badly, so fricking badly, when Peter had lured her outside to bite her, but when the two of them had been out on that dance floor … honestly mind blown. Stiles knew she would never have agreed to go with him if it wasn’t for the fact that Jackson had been a complete and utter asshole. There’d probably been some pity involved but he doubted it had been on Lydia’s part, not entirely anyway. It had taken coaxing to get her out of Roscoe that night and a bit of a melt down to get her out onto the floor. The total opposite of tonight. She was even smiling as she called him out on how badly he had begged to get her to dance then. Stiles tilted his head the other way, pouting faintly as he did it. ”I think it might’ve had more to do with the fact that I came right out and told you that you were incredible, after that you were putty in my hands,” he teased. Not a Nobel prize, he reminded himself now. A Fields medal, and it was still so damn easy to imagine Lydia up on a stage getting it. She was incredible, him dialing back on the absolute goddess worship hadn’t changed his mind about that.
There was still some worship there, and a healthy appreciation of a friend. He wasn’t blind though. Even in a platonic, kinda platonic way, he knew that Lydia was seriously hot. She obviously hadn’t expected him to say it right now though. Stiles could’ve played coy, brushing off his teasing words with another rambled compliment or two but he shrugged his shoulders beneath the light touch of her hands. ”Always,” he promised, amusement in his voice. ”That was never a secret. I practically spent years writing poetry about how incredible I thought you were. The little red headed girl who stole Beacon Hills’ version of Charlie Brown’s heart.” That was kinda him of course. Always feeling a little out of his depth until he was suddenly yanked under and had to come up fighting. Then suddenly he wasn’t Stiles Stilinski the goof, he was Stiles Stilinski, the genius who could see everything perfectly and describe it in a way nobody expected he’d pull off.
It was genius, honestly. He was a man of vision who refused to get fooled by Lydia’s air headed Queen of Beacon Hills High like everybody else. Jackson on the other hand … Jackson had been a moron. Maybe it was for a good reason but leaving behind Lydia was possibly the dumbest move he ever could’ve made. He’d had someone amazing and he’d let her go. Jackson’s loss … maybe his gain. Since they’d moved to Mystic Falls he’d … they’d … just been friends, but lately things were doing that slow sideways slide again. They’d been close and then when she’d turned up at his house, exhausted and at the end of her tether, he’d kissed her. Stiles didn’t want to mess up what they had but there was still that flip in the pit of his stomach as he’d felt around the topic of asking her out. His lips were practically brushing over her ear as they’d spoke but they curled into a smile as she lifted her head and played coy again. ”But you’ve thought about it,” he murmured, unable to contain his grin. Sucking in a breath, Stiles straightened up and drew her in just a little closer. ”Lydia Martin, will you go out on a date with me?” he asked. His tongue burned to stumble over the words, to add ‘like a proper date’. A date date, without booths or fifty kids from the high school hanging around and hooting the minute they got close.
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LYDIA MARTIN
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Jan 22, 2020 11:44:16 GMT
| Lydia raised an eyebrow at him when he proceeded to call her putty in his hands after his speech at the last dance. Looking back on it, the speech had been incredible to hear. From most people she would hear what she had wanted them to see. The fact that Lydia had never really noticed him throughout their entire school life in Beacon Hills… but he had managed to see who she really was underneath what she wanted everyone to see, ” Putty in your hands? Are you sure I wasn’t just indulging you for one dance?” Lydia teased back at him. That night she had been in a weird place… this night not so much. This night was going to be completely different… she wasn’t going to be leaving him stranded on the dance floor in order to track down Jackson, or anyone else for that matter.
She had been surprised at what he had said next and then accused him of giving up all his secrets. To be honest after that first night at the dance it had become clear to her that he liked her, more than a potential friend. She managed a little laugh at what he said next, ” You’re not one of these people that scrawls all over your diary with our married names are you?” She teased again, ” And I was incredible? Not anymore. Now your breaking my heartd…” Lydia smiled though she was fairly certain she knew the answer to that question. Though this was certainly keeping him on his toes, which was a bit amusing.
Over the last few months they had been growing closer than they had been in Beacon Hills. The night she had turned up at his house exhausted and overwhelmed he had kissed her to stop her from falling into a full-blown panic. Similar to how she had helped him, and it had worked on both occasions. They had both calmed back down and, in her case, calmed her down enough to get some sleep, with him on his couch. When he asked if he asked her out would she say yes, she took it upon herself to be coy again. When he asked, she kept her face serious and then a small devious glint in her eye, ” I don’t know. What date are you referring to? A proper date? A date date? Or a friendly get together… “ She tortured a little bit more silently commending him for not stumbling over the word.
She smiled a little indicating that she definitely was torturing him more than she probably should. Then she allowed herself time to be serious, ” What do you think tonight is? You didn’t think this was a date…” She asked quietly. Just to hint at the fact that by just asking her to go to this dance with him he had already managed to ask her out and she had said yes without any need for arm twisting, ” But yes. I will go on a date with you. “ Lydia eventually conceded her answer to his question to allow the knot which had no doubt formed in his stomach, and tightened at her torturous attempts to loosen enough so he could breathe again.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
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Student at FBI Academy
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Lydia Martin
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Feb 15, 2020 1:05:31 GMT
Confidence had never really been his problem, or rather a lack of it. It’d been his cloak of hyperactive geekiness that had held him back. Most of the popular kids hadn’t seen past it, if they’d even noticed him at all. In the end Scott had been the one spotted by Scott and bitten but Peter’s little power trip had changed the both of them in a way. Lydia had started seeing him afterwards or maybe he’d just gotten brave enough after to make her see him. He’d done it at prom back home, practically stomping his feet to make Lydia notice him. Stiles smirked at her teasing, pooching his lips out as he nodded at her. ”Total putty,” he agreed. He grinned, his voice low and crooning when he spoke. ”Naw. It might’ve been but after I said you were gonna win the Fields medal … putty.” Nobel prize, he’d call it the Nobel prize for Mathematics until she’d corrected him. He’d remembered though, even after Jackson Freaking Whittemore had started the absolutely avalanche of crap the night had become.
Jackson was a million miles away tonight. Not even a ghost of the jackass remained as he had Lydia laughing. Take that Whittemore. He’d always been blind to what he’d had with Lydia, he had to have been if been stupid enough to dump Lydia in the first place. Maybe what he’d felt for her before then had been akin to hero worship but it had deepened for a while before circumstances had them slipping into friendship. He hadn’t expected it to but Stiles knew it had been deepening again lately. ”Scrawled,” he said with feigned innocent, drawing one of those love hearts on her back. ”Mr and Mrs Stilinski looked real good.” His grin was beaming before she told him he was breaking her heart. ”You were,” Stiles said breezily, shrugging under her touch. ”Now you’re way more than just incredible.” Lydia was the sorts of things he couldn’t actually find words for.
He might’ve been able to come out with a few words now though. Teasing, frustrating, so freaking beautiful he’d barely been able to breathe when she’d opened the door to him. She had always been beautiful to him, even when she’d been exhausted and on the brink of meltdown. Beautiful probably wouldn’t have been enough to have him asking her out finally now but he’d been honest, Lydia wasn’t just incredible, wasn’t just beautiful either. She was … so indescribable that she had him growling now at her. The sound emerged through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing Stiles drew back far enough to catch the glint in her eye. ”April 25th, it’s not too hot, not too cold…” They were both smart asses, although you wouldn’t know it to look at it him now as his mouth flapped open slightly. Stiles closed his mouth, swallowed before he shook his head. ”I mean, of course it was, I asked but … it’s not a date date, you know with a capital D. It’s prom.” It was like a date with fifty other people and a billion sets of eyes on you. His brows rising, Stiles grinned. ”Really?” he asked, just a little breathless. ”I could do kiss you right now.” Not because there were tears sparkling in her big green eyes or because he needed to ward off a panic attack. He wanted to kiss her because she was so much more than incredible.
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LYDIA MARTIN
Banshee
Posts: 124
Age:
Twenty Three
Occupation:
Teaching Assistant
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Stiles Stilinski
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Lissa
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Post by LYDIA MARTIN on Feb 20, 2020 19:39:35 GMT
| With them both being here together they were both sorely reminded of the last time they had attended a dance together. Of everything that had happened. She was confident that this dance however was going to go off without a hitch. She was determined to have a supernatural free evening. One night all she wanted was some normalcy. Something that none of them had for a long time.
At the last dance Stiles had all but made it painstakingly clear that he had been infatuated with her for quite some time. She teased him about it a little accusing him of being one of these people that scrawled their married names in the backs of notebooks, ” I’ll have to see this notebook sometime.” Lydia laughed a little. She wouldn’t hold it against him. She too had notebooks that were similar though… they didn’t bear his name. She felt him trace a love heart into her back. She looked up at him when he quickly corrected what he said. She smiled a little as she continued to dance with him to the sway of the slow music, ” Do tell…”
When he had mentioned about a date, Lydia almost pounced on the opportunity to tease him further. When he finally managed the question, she went on to force him to explain further, ” All I’ll need is a light jacket… Sounds perfect.” Lydia finished for him. She went on to ask him what exactly he thought this was. To her this was a date. He has asked her here, she had accepted, he paid for the tickets… he drove her here. For all intents and purposes this was a date just like any other. She laughed a little when he went on to explain, ” Oh so your wanting something more private then hmm?”
Eventually she stopped her teasing and actually answered his question, before his stomach gave out from the knots it was undoubtedly forming, and said yes to the date he wanted, ” I can be mean but not mean enough to say yes in one breath and no seconds later.” Lydia answered when he asked really for clarification, ” So yes… really.” Lydia clarified again. She tilted her head to the side a bit at what he said next. She simply smiled leaned up a little to whisper into his ear, ” Well why don’t you?” Lydia asked him. She lingered there for just a moment when she leaned back just enough, to close the remaining distance between them and kissed him. First real kiss when neither party was exhausted or hysterical. One to be remembered.
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STILES STILINSKI
Human
Posts: 386
Age:
22
Occupation:
Student at FBI Academy
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Lydia Martin
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ANGE
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Post by STILES STILINSKI on Mar 21, 2020 21:22:59 GMT
Considering how far they had come from his 8 year absolute obsession with her it was pretty damn mortifying the way that he’d been back then. It’d been a puppy dog following at the heels of the goddess, all big begging eyes and unflinching adoration. Given that Lydia hadn’t had a clue who he was, let alone been able to see him when he was right in front of her it had been incredible how long it had lasted. During that time there’d been plenty of opportunity for him to do the sort of thing that would’ve had him spontaneously combusting him. The heat was already rising in Stiles’ cheeks as he tried for innocent over the whole thing but he was pretty damn sure he still had a couple of his school books with that scrawled right in the margin. ”Never,” Stiles promised, stilling his fingers as he grinned. That mortification could remain back in the 7th grade. He had a different page to draw on now, one that they were finally on together. Stiles swayed, a calculating look on his face as he tipped his head back a little. ”Strong, brave, smarter than anybody I’ve ever met, absolutely stunning … I told you that you look stunning tonight right?” Stiles looked back down at her as he asked, if he hadn’t then hell, he should’ve done.
He wasn’t shy about saying it anymore, although the words had been backing up in his throat for a while now. The slide from adoration to friendship and up to something a little more shouldn’t have come as a surprise to either one of them, although maybe that last bit had crept up without anybody really noticing. It’d twisted things around until they’d started to untangle them tonight. Stiles got snarky as she teased him, paying her back with a Miss Congeniality quote but Lydia was whip fast, tossing it back at him in a way that had him grinning. ”You might need more than that,” he told her cryptically. Honestly, he didn’t have a clue what he’d do if she called his bluff and he actually did get to plan something. Scratch that, she was already calling his bluff, leaving him gawping at her as he tried to clutch at straws for an answer. He’d asked her to go with him tonight but he hadn’t attached the big official D to all of this. It could’ve been just two friends together, enjoying their last prom at high school. Stiles’ throat worked as Lydia took things in a direction that had heat rushing both north and south. He shrugged, trying for nonchalant but Lydia was rattling him. ”Maybe,” he managed. Yes, yes, very much yes.
It would’ve meant that they did have witnesses for this part, him practically tripping over his own feet but maybe everybody being here was a good thing. It kinda gave them a little bubble in all of this that didn’t feeling intimate enough that he’d freeze up on the spot. He was smoother than he used to be with all of this but he was never Jackson levels of suave … or assholish. Stiles shook his head slowly, his throat working to try and stop the desert dryness in his mouth. ”You’d never be that mean,” he managed hoarsely. He paused for a moment at her yes, then the grin broadened, pride puffing out his chest. ”A capital D date with Lydia Martin. I think you just made my decade,” he said softly. His mouth was running away from him, Lydia’s proximity, her flirtation back switching off the filter between his brain and mouth in an instant. He hadn’t meant to say that he could kiss her right now but it’d slipped out and instead of pulling back Lydia was on her toes, whispering in his ear in a way that had his heart fluttering. He would have done, he so would’ve, he thought as she kissed him instead. The world spun around him as he turned slowly with Lydia in his arms, everything but that kiss melting away into insignificance. Stiles spun it out, one hand rising to the back of Lydia’s neck, his thumb brushing the pulse under her jaw. Wow.
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