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I made a new Lydia Martin blog since I’ve been away from this one so long.

If you’re interested, please message me and I’ll give you the URL! Thanks!

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Lydia clenched her jaw for just a moment at the news flash bit. She understood that she was coming across as unhinged, but she couldn’t just stand by and let him die. Especially not since he was technically Allison’s brother through blood. “Psychic? No,” she replied calmly. “Just your average, run of the mill banshee.” Now she’d really done it. Any moment now he was going to be calling the cops or something. The teenager sat down on his bed, indicating she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. “Don’t tell me you believe in psychics?” she challenged with a raised eyebrow.

She shook her head at the question of assassination. “I doubt it.” Then again, that was highly possible. After all they were in Beacon Hills. “Well...maybe. I don’t know how you’re going to die. I just know you’re going to.” Hadn’t she already covered that? Lydia ran a hand through her perfectly styled locks before glancing up at Dean to see how he was handling everything. “Again, not crazy.”

Knowing he’d probably challenge her she decided to head him off. “Your mother and father are hunters of werewolves and all things supernatural. Allison is in training. I’m friends with a pack of werewolves, and an overactive teenage boy.” Lydia continued to stare up at him. “Any questions? I’m sure your father would agree with me. If not, I could just show you his stash of weapons.” She shrugged nonchalantly before slipping off her coat. It was better telling him this way. Telling him like it was without avoiding the truth. Right? He had the right to know. Especially since now he needed an explanation for how she knew, and he was in a dangerous town. Dean needed to be vigilant.

Dean’s mind was racing with possibilities of what happened or what’s going to happen. He knows for a fact if someone needs his help, he’s going to give it. His hearts thumping inside of his cheast, anxiety rising with every word she says. But when she answers, he can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. God, he thought she was going to tell him something a lot worse than that. 

“News flash, but I’m a stuntman. I’m always in danger,” His career wasn’t the safest, in fact it was common for him to come home with cuts and bruises. Last year he was almost paralyzed from a car stunt gone bad, should of hit the breaks sooner. But he’s still standing, almost good as new. It’s an arrogant thought but he thinks he’ll survive, he always does,

Not crazy? Dean honestly had to question that for a moment because that’s not the way she’s coming across.  He felt like looking around for a cat, after all apparently crazy people own cats. He lets his arms drop to his sides and he couldn’t help but chuckle when she told him. “What are you, some type of psychic?” He doesn’t mean to be rude, in fact that’s hardly his intention but he’s having trouble believing her and rightfully so. “Wait, is someone trying to assassinate me or something?” He just had to ask.

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“Believe me. This is much more important,” she told him in response to his snarky remark. Lydia waited quietly as Dean processed everything she said, but then suddenly he was waiting for an explanation of why she was there. Now that she still didn’t have. Lydia was well aware of his impending death, but she didn’t know how to tell him without either him thinking she was crazy or scaring the hell out of him. The redhead cleared her throat before straightening up.

Here went nothing. “You’re in danger.” Oh, that was a great start. Lydia winced slightly before standing up even straight. God, just how tall was he? The girl knew she was short, but she really had to look up at Dean. And wow, did she have a thing for tall guys. No, stop. That’s not why she was there. “You’re new to town. Weird things happen here. Really weird things.” This was it. She was going to the mental ward for sure. If only she could logically arrange her thoughts about this. Lydia had just been in such a hurry to get to him.

“I swear I’m not crazy.” She only heard voices and screams in her head. There could be worse things. Right? “It’s a really long story, and it’s going to be hard to explain, but I’m here to warn you. I don’t know how or exactly when, but you’re going to die. And soon.” Lydia awkwardly shoved a stray strand of hair behind her ears before nervously licking her lips. “So let’s...not let that happen.”

Dean had been in the middle of typing an email to his employer when a knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. Eyebrows raising, he figured it was probably room service or something considering he didn’t really have anyone that was going to visit him at the moment, especially here out of all places. But opening the door, he found that not to be the case when his eyes laid on the girl. 

“Oh, come in, it’s not like I was in the middle of something,” He muttered sarcastically as the redhead just walked right in. His arms fold over his chest after he closes the door and turns to look at her, obviously confused by her actions. Considering he hadn’t got any sleep yet, so he’s not in the best mood to say the least.

“Lydia Martin,” He repeated, eyebrows dragging down into a furrow, the name was familiar to say the least. Perhaps it wasn’t the safest choice, but as soon as she mentioned Allison he realised he could trust her, or at least to a certain degree. But why was she even here? He hadn’t even talked to the Argents for the past few months so this just sent him even further into a spiral of confusion.

He stares at her for a moment, a thousand questions running through his mind at what brought her here. Shrugging his shoulders, Dean slowly gives a nod of his head. “Alright, what’s going on?” He asked, cocking his head to the side and leaning against the door. Of course, his mind is instantly going to the most terrible things– but he’s not even sure what they are in this case. 

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She was quiet for a few moments before drawing in a shaky breath. Lydia had never had a reason to not believe him before. Why should that change now?

But she was still afraid that maybe he hadn’t pushed her away. Maybe she should’ve stayed to see what happened.

“Do you promise that’s the truth?” Knowing when people were lying would’ve been so much more helpful than being a banshee.

“It wasn’t like that… I would never do that to you..” 

He wanted to go to her and comfort her but he didn’t think it would be welcomed. Stiles could only hope she’d believe and forgive him.

“I swear, I pushed her away…”

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“You’ve wanted to be with me for so long. Then you finally are, and you cheat.” Or at least that’s what it looked like. Lydia didn’t want to believe it.

A few tears finally escaped from her eyes, and she quickly looked away. Lydia used the back of her hand to wipe her cheeks, trying not to cry in front of him.

Stiles quickly looked away.

“I–I”

He didn’t know what to say..

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Angst Starter Masterlist

" Aren't you going to say something?"

" And I thought I loved you."

" And I thought you loved me."

" Angry. I'm.. I'm angry."

" Aren't you even going to cry?"

" Are you going to cry?"

" Are you crying?"

" Are you okay?"

" Ask if I'm okay. Just ask."

" And this is why I don't want to stay anymore."

" Addiction isn't the way to go, ___ "

" Are you angry with me?"

" Are you afraid?"

" And now is the part where we say goodbye."

" And now you're going to leave me!"

" Are you just going to leave me?"

" Be friends with someone else."

" Boy/Girlfriend? Is that what you thought I meant?"

" Because you're such an ass and I- I just hate you!"

" But I've changed."

" But you've changed."

" Buy yourself something nice. Because I don't want this ring."

" But.. you're still alive?"

" Can't you just let me be happy for one?!"

" Can't you be happy for once?

" Can't you just be happy for me?"

" Come on, leave already!"

" Coward. That's all you are. A coward."

" Do you even know what you've done to me?"

" Do you have any remorse? "

" Don't you dare close your eyes on me!"

" Don't you dare die."

" Don't you care about me/her/him/them anymore?"

" Don't give me that look"

" Don't you want me to be happy?"

" Dammit! Everything was just starting to get better and then you do this!"

" Damn you."

" Don't lie to me."

" Don't like to him/her/them."

" Dammit.. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fucking ass!"

" Everything is fucked up now- everything is fucked because of you!"

" Everything's gone to hell."

" Everyone hates me."

" Everyone hates you."

" Everything hurts."

" Everything's going to be okay."

" Everyone loves you, not me."

" Everything is falling apart."

" Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."

" For someone whose dying, you seem kind of happy."

" Friends forever, right? Isn't that what you said?"

" Fuck off!"

" Fuck you!"

" Find a new place to live."

" Find a new girlfriend/boyfriend."

" Find a new best-friend."

" Fine. I'll leave."

" Forever and ever. That's how long I said I loved you. But you never said it back."

" Fucking hell, I hate you!"

" Get lost!"

" Get a job, you ass!"

" Get out of here!"

" Go get a life."

" Go. Just go."

" How are you still alive?"

" How long are you going to keep this up?"

" How long until you finally get lost?"

" How about I just leave."

" Hold up. You're breaking up with me?"

" Heaven doesn't exist."

" Hell is the only place we're going to be going."

" How about you leave now?"

" Is this how you're going to treat me?"

" I can't believe you."

" I'm a monster."

" I killed someone."

" I want to kill myself."

" I want to kill something."

" I'm running away."

" I'm leaving you."

" I can't look at you right now."

" I hope you die!"

" I don't understand."

" I'm so angry/sad. But you don't care."

" I can't hear anything."

" I'm dying."

" I have cancer."

" I can feel the darkness coming."

" I can't breathe."

" Just joking, I don't love you."

" Just go."

" Just leave me alone!"

" Just fuck off."

" Kill yourself. "

" Kindly get the hell away from me."

" Kids? I don't want kids."

" Kind. That's the one thing you can never manage to be."

" Lie. Just lie."

" Lie to me."

" Life is not worth living."

" Living isn't possible."

" Like I give a shit about you."

" Lies are all you're capable of."

" Lay down. It'll all be over soon."

" My heart is broken. "

" My.. everything hurts."

" My girlfriend/boyfriend left."

" My ____ is dead."

" Man, you're an asshole."

" My lies aren't working anymore."

" Mutt."

" Many times I lay awake and wonder why I'm alive anymore."

" Never again."

" Never speak to me again."

" No. I won't do it."

" No, I don't like you like that."

" No way in hell!"

" Now, now, is there really any reason to cry?"

" Now and again I really start to hate you."

" No. Stop crying, just stop it."

" Not how I wanted to spend my life."

" Never look at me again."

" People hate me."

" People hate you."

" Person? No, no. You're not a person. You're a robot."

" People like you sicken me."

" People like you deserve to die."

" Perhaps you should just leave, then."

" Piss off."

" Question: why are you still here?"

" Quiet. I'm getting sick of hearing your voice."

" Run away. That's what I'm doing."

" See? I hate you."

" See? You hate me."

" Sometimes I wonder why you stay with me."

" So.. you hate me, then?"

" So this is how it ends."

" Shoot me."

" Shit..."

" So why are you still here?"

" Sometimes people lie to me."

" Stories are just that. Stories."

" Took off with everything I had!"

" Time to go."

" This is the end. It's done."

" The story is ending now."

" This is the end."

" This is why I hate you."

" Then why do you say you love me?!"

" Unlike you I have friends."

" Unlike me, you have friends"

" Under the bed is were I have to hide from you."

" Underwater is where i want me coffin to be."

" Utter it again and I swear I'll kill you!"

" Very mature. Cunt."

" Why can't you row up?"

" Why cant you care about me?"

" Why do you hate me?"

" Why do I hate you?"

" What do you mean?"

" What?You're dying?"

" Why can't you just be you."

" When am I supposed to get my time to be happy?'

" Well. This isn't how it was supposed to end between us."

" Whatever, you asshole."

" Whenever you decide you can stand to talk to me ago, please do."

" Well. I hate you now."

" Well, you hate me now."

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She was quiet for a moment. How did he not know what he’d done?

“I saw you with her, Stiles. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

“Lyds.. Wha–what did I do..?”

He took a small step back though. He knew better than to push his luck.

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Lydia stared at the motel room door for a few moments as she gathered her courage. It was one thing telling someone in the pack that someone was dying. But this? This was Allison’s brother, even if he had been adopted out. And he didn’t even know what his birth parents were into. Hell, he probably didn’t even believe in the supernatural. Thankfully, she wouldn’t just be a strange girl showing up out of nowhere. Dean at least knew who she was. The eighteen year old best friend of his little sister.

She released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding before knocking. When the door opened up, she stared at Dean for just a moment before managing a smile. Here goes nothing. Without even waiting for him to say something to her, she pushed inside and glanced around the small room.

“I need to talk to you,” she told him. In case he couldn’t remember who she was, she glanced over her shoulder at him, looking up through her eyelashes. “I’m Lydia Martin. Allison’s best friend. I don’t usually go barging into motel rooms, but this is important.”

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“Go away, Stiles. Please. I just can’t deal with you right now.” She was too upset.

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“What the hell are you doing in here?! Why are you even here?”

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“Could you leave now? I think you’ve said enough. I get it.”

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     “Yes, better.” She sat down in     the now free chair before eyeing him. "What’s going on with you today?”

   “I did, okay. No, not really.” Lowering his feet to free up the chair. “Better?”

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“It’s not stupid. Do you have a better idea?”

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“When I’m trying to stop you from doing something incredible stupid, yes.”

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Vulnerable Situations Sentence Meme

{ trigger warning, some nsfw and possible noncon/dubcon }

“Had a bit much to drink? You could hardly stand.”

“Were you robbed or is kinky foreplay gone wrong the reason you’re tied up?”

“My, what have we here?”

“You look nervous. What’s wrong?”

“I think you might have been drugged.”

“There’s no hiding how hot and bothered you are, darling…”

“You’re burning up and in no condition to be walking about, get to bed.”

“Are you still awake? Maybe the drug wasn’t strong enough…”

“When I saw you looking so helpless, I just couldn’t resist…”

“You shouldn’t be walking all alone this time of night. There’s dangerous people around. Who knows what might happen…”

“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”

“I’ll strap you down nice and tight… It’ll be fun watching you squirm.”

“Are you crying?”

“Struggle all you want, cutie.”

“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.”

“Put me down, I can walk!”

“Mind untying me?”

“I feel kinda… dizzy…”

“I might be coming down with something.”

“Stay back…”

“W-why can’t I move?”

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“Apparently the brownies I ate were a bit… special.”

“I can’t get up…”

“Who’s there?”

“No, don’t let them take me!”

“I can’t go back there, I can’t…”

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“If you can’t I’ll be here to distract you.” Lydia paused for a brief moment. The last time she’d distracted him she’d been pulling him out of a panic attack. By kissing him. They had never even talked about it since.

She gave him an encouraging smile before tugging on his arm until he was beside her. Lydia leaned over him, making sure her phone was on silent, before settling back down with the blankets.

Lydia laid down on her side so she could face him once he did the same. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

" Ask if I'm okay. Just ask."

She had a feeling shedidn’t need to ask. Shealready knew. But shewould humor him.“–Are you okay?”