"What is this place?"

Oh wow, that’s such a crazy color concept.

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy

"What are you wearing?" Stiles blurted, jaw hanging slack as Lydia walked into the main room. She raised her eyebrow at him as if in challenge.

"It’s cold," Lydia retorted simply, hair bouncing as she turned away.

"Yeah, but… there’s, like, four other dudes sharing this cabin. Why mine,” Stiles pressed. It just wasn’t fair, okay? He’d given up years ago on Lydia, come to love their friendship and truly admire Lydia for who she really was. He was “all grown up” okay? But then she goes around wearing his clothes, the sleeves too long and the pants rolled up around her waist looking utterly adorable and there was a definitely pang somewhere under his breast bone and he rubbed it with the heel of his hand absently.

Lydia crossed her arms over her chest and turned towards him, foot tapping impatiently. 

"Do you want me to go change then? I honestly didn’t think you’d mind, Stiles," she said pointedly. Her point was made— he felt like an ass. 

"Yeah, no, sorry. I don’t. I was just shocked. Feel free to raid my luggage for whatever you need," Stiles agreed, waving his hand before rubbing the back of his head. "You… is it okay to say you look cute?" he asked with a wince. 

Lydia huffed and rolled her eyes. “If you didn’t think so there wouldn’t be a point in my wearing them. You’re right you know. There are four other boys, but I chose yours. I don’t do things for no reason. I know exactly what’s going through your head, Stilinski,” she told him, flicking her curls over one shoulder and smiling smugly at him. He blinked a moment and then smirked, stepping forward. 

"You’re choosing now, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of December, with almost a dozen other people within shouting distance, to make that statement?" Stiles asked as he neatly stepping into her bubble, so close she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. Which made her frown and his smirk widen into a genuine smile. 

"When I make a statement," she started, her small hand touching his chest, "I make a statement.” She leaned up on her tiptoes, tugging him down so her lips could brush his ear. And she whispered in real name in a flawless Polish accent and had his heart tripping almost out of his chest because no one had used his name since his mother.

He fell in love all over again as her bright green eyes gazed into his again, her perfect mouth curved into a teasing smile. 

"You can kiss me now, Stiles," Lydia said with a laugh in her voice. 

Tagged by: justmccallmeangel

Name: Adri

How old were you when you first started RP-ing?: Oh god..probably 18-ish?

Height: 5’5”

OC’s or Canons?: I have a habit of leaning towards canon.

Prefer to play females or males?: Males

Favorite face claim to play: Daniel Sharman..Obv. :)

Least favorite face claim:  Mark Salling

Worst rp experience ever: I don't want to say, because I don't like bad mouthing people.

Fluff, angst, or smut?: I do it all folks. I love some fluffy, angsty smut. :P

Most overused FC: In general? Nina Dobrev. IMO.

First character you ever made: Trent Masterson. He was an Adam Levine face claim. And I honestly had a lot of fun with him..until the group died, and everyone bailed.

Worst character you’ve ever played: Oh god. Probably Puck from Glee.

Favorite type of plot: Again, I like anything. But I'm always down for like sad angst. I have a tendency to torture my characters.

At what time of day is your writing the best?: Best? That's non-existent.

Are you anything like your muse?: Me and Isaac? Probably just the quiet and sadness.

Worst thing about RP (in general or on Tumblr): The hate some people get.

To end on a good note — best thing about RP?: The partners you can meet. And how it can be an escape outlet when you need it.