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“Very funny,” the strawberry blonde drawled, rolling her eyes as she rounded on him, slim arms folded over her chest. “I still count it as sneaking, Stiles, and I don’t like it. Why are you here anyways?” Those bright green eyes narrowed. “Please tell me there isn’t another psychotic werewolf on the loose - I’ve had about as much of them as I can take.”

“No--God, no...nothing like that.” Stiles insists quietly, fidgeting a little under her gaze and the idea of more drama so soon. No, he needed some peace and quiet for at least a week for his own mental well-being

          “ yep...i was definitely one hundred percent listening to everything you just said. ” an obvious lie. “ totally agree, yep. ” which was followed by an enthusiastic nod and ridiculous looking forced smile. what an idiot.

@lydiamartinx​  said:   send “✘” for a hateful text.  //  ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

Memory Headcanons | Open

Stiles’ b e s t memory of Lydia Martin?

Every moment she acknowledges his existence? 🤣

It’s hard to choose just one: the first dance he took her to sophomore year, her coming to his lacrosse games, bringing her home after an adventure, one on one problem solving together, their first kiss...every kiss after that....

No, but, in all seriousness....his b e s t memory and his w o r s t memory actually go hand in hand.

⚠️TEEN WOLF SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

“Lydia, please shut up and let me save your life.”

That night he pulled her out of Eichen, he remembers vividly how he thought he was going to lose her and how he couldn’t, under any circumstances, let that happen. Even if it meant he wouldn’t make it out of there alive, she had to. Someway or another.

A lot of it is a blur to him now, everything happened so quickly. From her screaming in the car till his ears bled, without him breaking his hold on her, not once. To her shrieks busting the Beacon Hills Veterinary windows till she passed out. He still refused to leave her side. But he can still recount every ache he felt in those moments. And when he thought he’d lost her...he was ready to lose his freakin’ mind...he felt like his entire world had just came crashing down around him and he couldn’t see anything but red. He’d never had his chance...the ten-turned-fifteen year plan to convince Lydia Martin to fall in love with him would never see it’s end. He would never forgive himself for this and every night he’d wish it were him.

“Stiles saved me.”

✧ TEEN  WOLF  PROMPTS.

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Concern flickers across evergreen hues, plump lips curling inwards as she studies him. She allows him to speak, to give her an answer. But what he says does little to reassure her. 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆. She almost scoffs. If there’s one thing that they’ve learnt about one another lately, it’s that ‘fine’ never means ‘fine’. It means that 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, something he 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

“You don’t sound fine.” Her words are blunt, chirped in that high-pitched tongue of hers, perfectly shaped eyebrows dipping down into a frown. “Where have you been?” Lydia is doing her best to keep any 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 out of her voice — for all she knows, he’s in 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. “Just — talk to me,” she urges, expression softening, “Tell me what happened.”

It was clear that he wasn’t concentrated on her. He was inspecting his surroundings almost as if looking for something. Almost as if trying to find someone. Or understand where he was. Either way, he couldn’t pay enough attention. His gaze was unfocused, and only after a few moments did he eventually gaze at her.

five word prompts | @oievans​ / @lydiamartinx​

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

       katherine arched an eyebrow, pointing at the broken bottle on the floor. "hmm. that's interesting because i didn't know one of my most expensive wines magically just drops onto the floor. especially if we consider the fact it was certain safely stored in my wine shelf."

“Get out of my room.” / @lydiamartinx​ / dodie meme.