#lydia said i can get this guys attention by flirting instead of looking weird in class

[bericas]

boyd & lydia | miss americana and the heartbreak prince

[minamagnolia]

Jealousy - Stiles x Reader

Summary: You and Stiles are waiting for your friends at your favorite diner to go see the new Black Widow movie as a cute waiter decides to flirt with you. Stiles doesn't like that at all.

Warnings: Smut, Jealousy

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31819288

A/N: thanks for reading :)

Word Count: 3364

"They're not gonna come," Stiles informed you, rolling his eyes before he looked up from his phone at you.

You twirled the empty glass of water around in your hand, raising an eyebrow. You sighed. "Typical." It wasn't the first time that Kira and Scott had ditched you in favor of alone time, not by a long shot. In fact, these days it was more likely that they would spend time alone than with you, much to the dismay of Stiles, who missed his best friend. But usually at least Lydia would grace the two of you with her presence instead of working late in the lab.

"Well, I'm really hungry after waiting so long and I still want to see the movie, so screw them and let's finally order," Stiles said, right as a waiter, who seemed to be about our age, was thankfully setting his eyes on our table, on your empty glass of water, to be more precise. The time you had spent here waiting for your no-show friends had made you really hungry, too, and you were grateful your stomach wasn't loudly complaining about it yet.

You nodded along to what Stiles was saying, you wouldn't leave anytime soon, either, just because thing one and thing two didn't manage to show up yet again.

"Cute smile," you mumbled more to yourself than to Stiles when you caught the waiter's eyes. He looked at you, too, quickly, then he looked over at Stiles, before giving you another, more contemplative once over.

"What can I get started for the two of you?" he asked and gave you a sweet smile, his hand moving through his sandy blond and well styled hair before moving to pick up the pen for his notepad. You smiled back at the good looking, tall guy, who you could now see had freckles splattered across his face, giving him yours and Stiles' regular order of, "[your order] and my friend will have a double bacon burger with regular fries and a coke." You smiled up at him again, handing him the menus and adding a "thank you."

The waiter gave you a wink that might very well been a quip or an incentive to get you to give him a twenty percent tip, something you did regardless, and he replied, "coming right up, sweetheart," before taking secure and long step back to the counter of the small establishment.

You turned your attention back onto Stiles who had his eyes settled on the condensation of the empty glass of water in front of him, eyebrows suggesting that he was in thought and the small frown suggesting it was not a pleasant one. His face adjusted back into a slightly friendlier one when he raised his eyes back to find yours were trained on him.

"Do you think they'd bring Natasha back for this one?" He asked.

You shrugged, "I'd like to see it, but I don't know," you mused, "but as far as my research goes, she never had a set in stone contract like most of the other actors, so who knows?"

Stiles pondered on this for a moment, "Either way, I'm just glad we get to see this movie in May of 2020, like we are supposed to  and there is absolutely nothing in the world that can stop us."

Thankfully, the odd look on Stiles' face had vanished and you had moved into an easy conversation, mostly about movies you were planning to watch together soon, as if nothing had happened. Maybe you had just projected a weird reaction onto him.

Soon enough, the cute waiter returned with your order, your stomach this time actually growling when you smelled the hot food, which you sorted out once the waiter had left your table with a "here you go, guys," and you held up your napkin in triumph and with a cheeky smile plastered on your face to show Stiles the name "Max" written on it along with a number scribbled across. You weren't quite sure how you had wanted him to react; if you wanted him to be excited for you or you wanted to see him get upset.

Although you were prepared for both, it was still shocking to see how actually pissy he got.

Stiles rolled his eyes saying, "of course," more to himself than you, his eyebrows knitted together and his jaw clenched, before adding more loudly and in a clearly forced attempt to be funny, "how do you know it's not for me?"

You contemplated your next move, taking a bite of the burger, and you decided that maybe if you played along with his attempt at a joke, the weird tension that had built in your corner of the diner could dissolve. "Oh, you want it?" you said, holding up the napkin for him with a teasing smirk on your lips.

Stiles shrugged, not having anything else funny to say apparently, "No, but why'd he slip you his number anyway? I could've very well been your boyfriend for all he knows. Do we not look couple-y? I think we look couple-y."

Did he want you to look couple-y? Sure, he had joked about you being together before, but you had always assumed that was all it was. Jokes.

You chuckled to yourself and Stiles looked at you, "What, would that be so unrealistic?"

You leaned closer to him over the small table and put on your sweetest smile, "Do you think you might be getting worked up over nothing, Stiles? I literally called you my friend to the waiter."

That shut him up, even if it wasn't for very long, and you decided to take this time to shovel down your food. Stiles still sat there, his tray already nearly empty, thight-lipped, jaw clenched, as if he had something else to add.

"If it makes you feel better," you sighed, "I will throw away the napkin when we leave. I'm not sure what this is about but apparently this waiter is upsetting you."

Stiles mulled over your reply for a second, visibly weighing the options, before answering, "alright."

That hadn't necessarily been what you had assumed his reaction would be. You had assumed he wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it, maybe realizing how silly he was being, maybe retracting some of the things he had said realizing that he was maybe making a bigger deal out of a waiter hitting on you, his friend than there needed to be.

"What's your deal today?" you asked. You had never really seen the otherwise sarcastic and lighthearted boy behave this oddly towards you before.

"Nothing," he replied maybe a little too quickly and too sternly, "Let's just go," he said, putting the last fry between his teeth and throwing enough money on the table to cover for the both of you.

Stubborn as you were, you just couldn't let it go, though. And so you had to pick the conversation back up once the two of you were seated inside Roscoe, the rain pelting softly against the car windows and Stiles shifted the car into drive and out of the parking lot.

For a little while, at least, you managed to keep your tongue, Stiles' music playing softly through the car speakers. Once on the highway in the direction of the theater, though, you just couldn't help it, especially seeing how Stiles was still tense.

"I just don't get why you're mad right now, Sti."

He gripped the wheel tighter, his finger turning white, and at the same time, the rain seemed to come down harder on the windshield. You bit your lip hoping you hadn't agitated him too far.

"Would you just let it go?" He gritted through his teeth, sounding tired suddenly.

"Shit," he cursed as the windshield wipers could finally not keep up with the rain anymore and he merged into the nearest parking lot that was eerily empty besides you.

He whipped his head around to you, sighing frustratedly, "You really want to have this conversation?"

You weren't one hundred percent sure what he was referring to, but if there were button to push, Stiles knew you couldn't not. You nodded raising your eyebrows at him to begin.

"I just-" He still sounded frustrated as he tried to talk over the heavy rain, his first attempt loud enough to startle you slightly. He took a breath and corrected himself, meeting your eyes and speaking softer, "I just don't like that that guy hit on you right in front of me, as if I wasn't even there.

You raised an eyebrow at him. That's not really where you had thought this conversation would go, you'd stupidly imagined that maybe he would just admit that he was jealous. Maybe even that he had a crush on you, but maybe that was just your imagination projecting. "That's all? You just felt ignored by the waiter and that's why you were all pissy with me? That's pretty out of character for you, Stiles."

Stiles didn't respond, he was too busy looking out at the empty parking lot in front of him.

"I told you I said you were my friend to him. Why wouldn't he hit on me, then?" you explained, again, growing impatient.  What the hell was his deal today? You just couldn't shake the idea that there was something more to it. Stiles usually didn't get angry or annoyed this easily, especially not with you.

But he completely ignored what you had said, replying, "I know that you get hit on all the time, obviously. Look at you. And I try so hard to ignore it, but it's so hard when they do it right in front of me."

Oh?

Your stomach fluttered at his admission. Maybe you were getting somewhere with this conversation. You looked at him quizzically. "What's the real issue here, Sti?"

His mouth formed into a thin line as his whiskey colored eyes met yours again, and you see the wheels turn in his head. His eyes shifted over your form in the moonlit car before his heated gaze settled on yours again, his handsome face being illuminated by far away lightning for a few seconds and you had made your choice.

You unbuckled your seatbelt shifting on the seat so that you could face the man on the other side of the car better.

"What are you doing?" He asked flustered as you crossed your legs on the seat and leaned on the back of the seat, moving your face closer to his.

You swallowed, trying to gage what his reaction would be by shifting even closer to him, ignoring your own tumultuous reaction to his close proximity that followed when you shifted even closer to him.

Stiles' breath hitches as you hand landed on the back of his seat, mere centimeters away from the soft skin of his arm, clad only in a blue t-shirt.

He looked beautiful so close up that you could probably count his individual infuriatingly long eyelashes if you tried.

"Kiss me," you requested quietly, your voice barely wavering as your eyes were boring into his, making it clear that you weren't joking.

He looked at you, swallowing, taken aback, but his eyes graced your lips for more than a couple of seconds.

You leaned in even further, being able to smell the nauseating scent of whatever the hell it was he smelled like, his cologne smelled so fucking intoxicating you almost forgot your plan for a second.

"That's what you really want, isn't it? You're mad because you wanted my attention for yourself?"

His eyes were wide with shock before he averted them to look outside the window again, swallowing heavily, but you wouldn't let him avoid you again. This was an important conversation for you. You gently laid a finger on his jaw, turning his head back to yours and he let your hand rest against his skin.

Stiles' voice was barely audible over the rain when he said, "When you told the waiter that I was your friend, I wished that wasn't true. I wished," he took a breath, "we could be more than friends, and when guys hit on you I wouldn't have to be scared that one of these days one of them would become your boyfriend."

He looked scared, just a little bit, and you smiled at him sweetly. It wasn't all that hard to draw his face closer to yours, his amber eyes shining in the warm moonlight and your finger lightly grazed his soft lower lip making his breath hitch again. You leaned in even closer to his face so that you could feel his breath on your lips, finally. "Now, was that so hard?" You whispered.

Stiles parted his lips, ready to answer, but you wouldn't let him. Instead, you tentatively placed your lips on his, and it felt like coming home. The moment your lips met his, you felt sparks light up your entire body and you drew yourself closer to him as you held onto his face with your hands.

At first, Stiles didn't respond, making you worry that you might have misinterpreted his words completely somehow, but when he finally kissed you back, snaking his lithe hands around your waist, he let out the most delicious sound you had ever heard.

You sighed and relaxed against him. Your hands weaved themselves in his incredibly soft hair. This was everything you could have ever imagined.

His fingers tightened around your waist, dragging you as close as you could be while still sort of sitting in your seat. The gentle and tentative movements of his soft lips grew more passionate as he realized what was happening.

You needed to close the space between you. Your lips parted from his as you crawled into his lap, and he was hesitant to let go of you to say the least. His soft lips attacked any part of you it could reach, your throat, your shoulder, if he kept this up you were certain you would lose your mind.

You lightly yanked his head back by his hair to focus him back on you before diving in for another kiss. If you would die right now, you would die happy.

You could barely keep yourself from moving in his lap, feeling the evidence of your heated activities against your sex, and the way Stiles looked up at you with hooded eyes you wished you could commit this view to your memory forever.

"Why?" he whispered against your lips, barely having the strength to keep his mouth away from yours for very long.

You smiled at him and your fingers played with the short hair at the nape of his neck. "If you think I can't tell when you're jealous, I've got news. Now you don't have anything to be jealous about anymore."

His eyes studied your face intently for a moment before he yanked your lips back down to his and you would lie if you said that you didn't like it when Stiles took control like that.

You sighed heavily against his lips as he began to guide your hips against his own in a deliciously but frustratingly slow drag.

"Stiles, please," you whimpered against his lips and one of your hands detached itself from his hair to instead follow the curve of his chest until it rested warm above his belt. You bit down on his lip and the most delicious noise came from his throat, spurring you further on in your actions.

He breathed heavily and so did you, as the noise of the belt clacking beneath your swift fingers disturbed the otherwise quiet music coming from the radio in the standing car.

You unbuckled his belt and grinned at him as you unzipped his jeans. Stiles threw his head back against his seat, panting, as you lightly dragged your nails over his still boxer-clad bulge.

You couldn't help yourself, your tongue draped over where you assumed his pulse point was before laying your lips on the same spot and making sure that there would be evidence of your activities tomorrow.

Your hooded eyes met his, and your hand dove into his boxers. You couldn't help your hips from dragging across his lap as you bit down on your lips hard enough to leave a mark when your hand made contact with the impressive girth he hid.

"Holy shit, Stiles, why would you hide this from me?" You laughed.

He smiled, too, "How was I supposed to know you'd want me?"

Your fingers experimentally stroked him as you leaned in closer to his ear, "Who the fuck wouldn't want you, Sti?" Your breath came out shallow as you swirled your thumb across the tip, "Fuck, I've had a crush on you since freshman year of high school with the buzzcut and everything. And you've only gotten hotter since then."

Stiles chuckled and then grunted as you jerked his cock harshly.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Sti?" You asked sweetly and he nodded.

"Yeah, I really want you to fuck me," he replied.

"Good," you said and gave him another salacious kiss, shoving your panties aside and quickly aligning your wet pussy with his cock. You had waited long enough for this to maybe happen to spend anymore time on foreplay.

Stiles dug his fingers into your waist and the thought that he was probably leaving marks on you made you even wetter.

You couldn't believe how good he felt when you slowly sank down on him and he filled you up deliciously in all the right places, as if you were made for each other. The stretch was incredible and you were sure nobody could ever compare to Stiles.

"Fuck, Stiles, god, you need to fuck me," you gasped, simultaneously raising your hips at your own request.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't have done this in my car," he said as he tried to meet your movement sloppily and you moaned loudly when he hit just the right spot inside you.

"I couldn't wait," you gasped, "and fucking in Roscoe is about hte hottest thing I can imagine," you grumbled at him before crushing your lips against his to shut him up and frantically picking up the speed.

"Fuck," he sighed against your neck and you picked up speed.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" he murmured heatedly against your neck, his thumb quickly moving to deliciously drag across your clit as you cut his voice off with your own voice-cracking moan.

"Me too," you gasped, slamming down on him even more vigorously, enveloped in his intoxicating scent and lost in his whiskey eyes.

Your nails dug into his back through his t-shirt and he moaned into your ear, "cum for me," and then his cock touched you right there, and you saw stars as you writhed on top of him, trying to keep the pace to make him cum, too.

And he did, moaning your name scandalously loud as you still clenched around him, his face pressed into your chest as he breathed through his high.

You both breathed heavily against each other and Stiles looked up at you with those soft puppy-dog eyes and dragged his soft hands up to cup your cheeks. You smiled down at him and leaned in to be greeted by his sweet lips that captured yours in a less needy, less sexual kiss. He was taking his time, now, and you were, too.

"Is it stupid that I'm glad that waiter flirted with me?" you asked quietly against his soft lips and Stiles shook his head grinning.

"Don't even joke about that," he told you before dragging you back down to kiss him urgently again.

"I'll just tell them I have a boyfriend," you said, your heart beating faster at the implication.

Fire was in his eyes again as you looked at him and he replied, "you better," before diving in for another heated kiss.

If it was up to you, you could spend the entire rest of the night wrapped up in each other in Stiles' beloved car like this.

Have a nice day xx

[hepaidattention]

denial

part 2

where Allison never died in s3 and Lydia and Stiles are still going strong in the flirting game but still stubborn, so Allison decides to set them up (with Scott’s help of course).

part 1 can be found here

Scott would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised to see Allison's name pop up on his phone screen as he played video games in his room. The names to pop up are usually Stiles and his mom. Seeing Lydia's name was a little more normal - he even got one from her earlier, telling him that Stiles was in the works of a terribly stupid plan and he needed to distract him from it. Hence the video games they were now playing together. Isaac was a little more regular, Isaac just wasn’t much of a texter. Point is, there were a lot of people in his life that he would expect to be texting him at 7 o’clock on a Tuesday night. However, Allison was not one he would expect. 

There was a time in his life where Allison was the most common name to pop up. But now, now she was with Isaac and things have been especially weird and tense since her almost dying thing. She said a few things, they both said a few things that might have made things even more awkward now than ever. It was by a miracle that Scott was able to even heal her enough to get her to a hospital in time. Even Scott thought they had lost her forever that night. 

Isaac was there in his room too, defeating Stiles in the game with a triumphant grin on his face. Stiles just looked like this gave him even more reason to hate him. Now that Isaac and Allison were officially dating, Stiles claims that Isaac broke some kind of bro code and he shouldn't be allowed over his threshold. Scott doesn't care though; Isaac's his friend. Besides the guy lived here most of the time, where else would he go?

Stiles, his attention now split, of course noticed Scott's uneasiness. Probably because he died a while ago and has shown zero interest in rejoining. Stiles was now frantically glancing from the game to zombie-like Scott, trying to catch his eye. It wasn't until his half baked attention span made him lose (Isaac cheering over his success) that Stiles turned to Scott and asked, "You okay there buddy?"

"Yeah, yeah," Scott locked his phone screen. He couldn't make himself open the text. He was sure it was probably something small, like 'hey do you have the history homework for tomorrow', but there was too much pressure for him to open it right now. He couldn't do it with two pairs of peering eyes now watching him. "Sorry, just started thinking. Got a little distracted. How about another round?"

"I'm down." Isaac tried to sound cool, but he sounded more enthusiastic about it then anything. With his permanently smug expression, he weaved his hands behind his head and leaned back, as if winning this game was a walk in the park.

"Of course you are Lahey," Stiles glared at him, his temper boiling when Isaac even breathed loudly. "Hey, why don't you do Scotty boy here a favor and go get him some water. He looks parched."

The weirdest thing about Isaac is now that he stole his alpha’s/friend’s ex-girlfriend, he did everything for Scott. Scott hated it. Stiles? Well he thoroughly enjoyed it.

Isaac shrugged. "Yeah, okay, I could use a drink." He got up and walked out, not even questioning it.

Scott waited until he left to say, "I'm not even-"

"Not all of us have a servant to wait at us hands and feet, okay now Scotty? Some of us, when thirsty, have to stretch a little truth to get even the simplest of things." He leaned back into the beanie bag and sighed. "Now what did Allison say?"

Scott's eyes widened and he looked behind them in case of Isaac before hissing, "How did you know she-?"

"You've been staring at her name on your screen for the past 10 minutes there, buddy. You're not exactly stealthy about it."

Scott smirked back at him and winced, it was this look that he gave Stiles a lot. Stiles knew it as ‘yeah okay well you don’t know everything thank you very much smartass’, but that was just general speculation. Nothing was set in stone. Scott looked back down at his phone fearfully as he said, "Like you can talk. You've spent all day staring at the clock, counting down the hours until you can go faun over Lydia Martin as she bosses you around again."

Stiles gave Scott that distinct look in return, this time it said 'you can't turn this around on me'. "Yeah, okay, whatever - I see what you’re doing. And I don't know what you’re talking about - I'm not seeing Lydia later."

Scott arched a brow, "That's not what Lydia said."

Stiles clearly wanted to ask what Lydia did say, but he was too smart for the bait. Scott knew it seemed to easy. Instead Stiles said, "So what you’re saying is you haven't even opened the text then?"

Scott puddled into the floor in shame, "Nope."

"C'mon man, she's probably just checking up, right? I mean, you've been really weird around her lately. Like borderline schizoid weird. Maybe she's just trying to clear some air so you'll stop dodging her every time you see her in the halls."

Scott frowned, "Have I really been that weird?"

"Scott," Stiles blinked, his face fallen, "yesterday she asked you for a pencil in class and you stared at her for five whole minutes before you gave her like ten. Then when she said she only needed one, you didn’t respond but instead you gave her like ten more."

"She loses her pencils a lot," Scott defended, "it was for later."

Before they could finish their conversation Isaac reappeared with the water. He handed it to Scott, which Stiles then took from his hands before he could even think about drinking it and took a long sip. Isaac flopped back into the beanie bag when Stiles said, "Hey, Scotty here's stomach is growling. You should go make your true alpha a sandwich, Lahey."

Isaac started to stand.

"Isaac, no stop -" Scott shot a glare at Stiles, clearly annoyed with his antics. "I don't need a sandwich, I'm fine."

"Okay," Isaac shrugged, "I'm gonna go make one for me then. I’ll make extra just in case." He walked out and Scott gave Stiles his 'I'm a disappointed mom' look.

"What? He’s hungry too, he said it himself.” Scott’s face didn’t change. Stiles sighed, “C’mon - Scott, he's like a puppy. He will willingly do anything the fuck I want for you and he doesn't even think twice. You could ask him to jump off a bridge for you and he'd probably do it."

"And that's definitely not something we're going to test." Scott gave him a warning glare before leaning back in his seat and looking back at his phone screen. "He just feels bad about Allison and he shouldn't, I don't have some kind of claim over her. We've been broken up for a while now."

"If it doesn't bother you so much, then why don't you just open the text from Allison?"

Stiles was attempting to make Scott admit something, but he actually had a really good point. Him and Allison were over, no matter what they might have said to each other that night. He needed to toughen up and read the text.

"You know what? You're right, Stiles." Scott unlocked his phone and clicked on the message in one swift motion. 

"That's not something I hear very often." Stiles watched, trying to read the text over Scott's shoulder. "What does it say? Was I right? Does she need to return to you all the unneeded pencils now?"

To Scott's surprise, it was about Stiles himself. Stiles and Lydia, to be more precise. Scott locked the screen again, just in time before Stiles got a glance at it. He just shrugged it off and said, "She just has question about history homework. I'll answer it later."

Stiles knew he was lying. Scott could tell by the look in his eyes, he didn't believe a word he just said. "Yeah alright, sound like believable bullshit at least." He deadpanned. "Not any chance you're going to actually tell me what she said, is there?"

"It's just about homework Stiles, that's it."

Stiles sighed and pulled out his phone now, his eyes on the time again. "I knew it. She wants to return the pencils. No normal human being needs that many pencils. Why do you even have that many pencils?"

"I always come to school prepared." Scott was reading the text again, now that Stiles was occupied with his own phone.

Stiles raised a brow, the corner of his lips sliding up to the side. "You know, just in case you break all twenty pencils with your werewolf super strength before lunch?"

“Ha ha,” Scott said with heavy sarcasm, probably something he learned from Stiles himself. 

The text said, "I need your help. Stiles and Lydia, as we both know, are in denial about being completely in love. We have to do something or I'm going to lose my shit. Meet me tomorrow morning at my locker. DON'T bring Stiles."

Scott was grinning to himself, something he wasn't aware of until Isaac with a mouthful of sandwich said, "What's got you so giddy?" He entered the room and dropped a plate of sandwiches at the floor in front of all of them. "You look like someone sent you that video of that dog who helps people cross the street again."

Stiles was now suspicious, looking away from his evident Lydia texting so he could check over Scott’s shoulder again to see the screen. Lucky for Scott his phone was back to being locked. Both boys were looking at him like he was up to something and he needed to change the subject. He decided on casually smiling as he picked up his remote control and said, "Who's ready to get their butts whooped?"

Stiles, taking a big bite out of his sandwich said, "Let's hope that answer is you."

As Scott royally got his butt handed to him in the video game, he looked down to see another text from Allison. When Stiles wasn’t looking he opened it, glancing down in between rounds to see it say: Take it back. Tonight. 9pm. Pick me up.

Scott had to keep his heart from racing the rest of the night. 

-

read part 3 here 

[alphadaddyderek]

Not all math puns are awful, just sum (sterek fic, high school au)

ao3 link: click if you dare

summary: ’what is the probability that anyone will pass this fucking class? I’m thinking 1 in 100’

Stiles shakes his head because that was such a bad math joke that it was actually kinda funny. And, based on the expressions on people’s faces during class, also very true.

'i think there is statistical data to back up your theory’

AU where Stiles and Derek have to share a textbook and they write terrible math puns back and forth to each other.

Stiles sincerely, genuinely, regrets taking AP classes.

Well, kinda.

They would look great on his resume. Colleges wouldn’t even second guess accepting him and he would receive so many scholarships which would help his dad big time.

AP classes will also raise his GPA crazy high which, again, looks great to colleges.

Sometimes they just suck.

His AP Statistics class is definitely #1 on the ‘classes that suck straight ass list’.

It’s boring and it can be kinda hard. Plus it’s math so it’s automatically gross.

Stiles is good at math, but it’s not his forte, that’s more Lydia Martin’s thing.

Anyway, Beacon Hills High had to have some budget cuts this year, like, serious budget cuts. The sports teams are lucky that people care about people throwing balls all over the place, otherwise they would’ve gotten cut too.

Since the school has had budget cuts, the students don’t get individual textbooks anymore. Meaning, that they can only use it during class and then they have to leave it in the classroom for the next class to use.

So, yeah.

It’s the third week of junior year, AP Stat is as boring as always. He has Lydia to talk to sometimes but she has other friends in the same class, so he's not always entertained.

The teacher didn’t really care about whether or not students did the work, he just played chess on his computer the whole class anyway. He gave the page number that we were supposed to work on and that was that.

Stiles prefers that to lectures, but still. When he’s done the work there’s nothing left for him to do. He could go on his phone, but even that gets boring eventually.

What he’s trying to say is that he’s bored, okay?

Turning to the page that the teacher assigned, Stiles is shocked and wildly amused, to already see writing on the margins of the page. He figured it would take at least half the school year before people started vandalizing the textbooks. Although, it’s written in pencil so it’s easily erasable.

When Stiles actually reads what was written he snorts. Luckily, it’s loud in the class so the most attention he gets is when Lydia shoots him a weird look which he ignores.

'what is the probability that anyone will pass this fucking class? I’m thinking 1 in 100'

Stiles shakes his head because that was such a bad math joke that it was actually kinda funny. And, based on the expressions on people’s faces during class, also very true.

Should he write something back? Stiles doesn’t know if the person who wrote this is hoping for a response, or if they wrote in the book because they’re just as bored as Stiles is.

Eh, fuck it. Why not?

'i think there is statistical data to back up your theory’

Stiles snickers at his equally bad math joke before finally deciding to focus on the actual work. He didn’t want to be one of the ones who didn’t pass the class, because that would suck. So he does the work and for the remainder of the class he lets out a giggle or two every once in a while because even though he’s 16 years old, he apparently still has the sense of humor of a child.

π π π

It’s the next class and honestly, Stiles kind of forgot about the writing in the textbook. After he left that class he went to AP Geography where there was immediately a test, which he nailed by the way. Plus, with all his other classes, he just didn’t think it was important to remember a bad, but still funny, math joke in a textbook.

The teacher assigns them another page number full of questions to work on. And, just like last time, there’s writing in the margins.

‘i’m sorry, that was pretty mean of me to say’

That one has Stiles laughing out loud. Not too loud though, because he doesn’t have that much of a death wish. He just laughs loud enough to make Lydia send him another weird look, except this time Lydia questions him about it.

“What is so funny?” she asks, twirling her hair with her pencil.

Stiles shakes his head. “Nothing really. Just somebody writing lame math jokes on the book pages.”

“Well, you’re laughing at them. So doesn’t that make you lame as well?”

Stiles dramatically gasps.

“Wow, Lydia, that was pretty mean of you to say,” Stiles replies before bursting into more laughter.

At this point, Lydia is looking at him like he has brain damage but he really can’t bring himself to care. It’s hilarious and if she doesn’t think so then oh well. Her loss.

Well, she doesn’t know that that was the joke inside the textbook, but still, whatever.

It’s funny.

π π π

By this point, it’s kind of like Stiles and this unknown jokester are pen pals.

It’s been a week filled with terrible math jokes and Lydia probably losing more and more respect for him as the days pass.

He’s told Scott about his little pen pal and of course, Scott doesn’t really get it, but he’s supportive nonetheless.

It’s a Friday night and Scott is at Stiles’ house. They’re playing video games and eating so much pizza that Stiles will be bloated for an entire week.

Thankfully, his dad is on the night shift, otherwise, he would be heavily judgmental of Stiles’ life choices.

After several rounds of Mario Kart, they take a break to eat said pizza and talk a bit.

“So,” Scott takes a huge bite of his slice. “how are you and your math buddy doing?”

Stiles takes a bite of his own slice. “Why are you asking? Jealous?”

Scott laughs. “Oh yeah, I’m so jealous. Please, Stiles, make terrible math jokes with me.”

Stiles flips Scott off. “You only mock because you really are jealous.”

Scott rolls his eyes and then the topic is dropped.

At least for the next hour or so. Then after that, it gets brought back up.

“Do you think it’s weird to have a crush on someone you’ve never met?” Stiles asks, playing with a loose thread on his jeans.

Scott looks at Stiles, and Stiles does not want to see the weird look Scott has on his face so he continues looking down.

“You have a crush on this person?”

Stiles shrugs. “I don’t know. They’re funny, and obviously, they’re smart if they’re in AP Stat. I would like to meet this person though, maybe. I don’t know.”

Stiles feels his cheeks heating up.

Scott nudges Stiles with his elbow. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not weird at all. It’s kinda like online dating, but like medieval style.”

Stiles can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of his throat. “What?”

It’s like medieval style! ‘Cause, it’s in a book. Instead of online.”

Scott is always able to make Stiles feel better, no matter the situation. His goofiness especially lightens his mood.

“Okay, Scott. Are we going to go jousting next?”

“I don’t know. What you guys do on your first date is none of my business,” Scott says with a sly smile.

Stiles snorts and grabs a pillow off the couch behind them and smacks Scott in the face with it, resulting in a pillow fight ensuing.

And if anybody asks, Scott did not win. He didn’t!

π π π

2 weeks after he and Scott had that talk, Stiles continues talking with his pen pal. Although, maybe Stiles is looking too deep into this, but it kind of seems like flirting now?

Hear him out.

In the margins, the person started adding smiley faces and winky faces after every message.

Ooh and they actually put their initials! D.H.

Stiles doesn’t think he knows anyone in school with those initials. Granted, Stiles isn’t exactly a social butterfly so he’s not doubting their existence at all.

AP Stat only has 5 minutes left in the class. Stiles has already embarrassed himself in front of Lydia more times than he can count, so he decides to ask Lydia if she knows someone with those initials.

She purses her lips. “Why do you ask?”

Stiles sighs inwardly before answering. “Uh, well. I was just...wondering. Ya know. Trying to expand my friend circle.”

Lydia raises an eyebrow. And Stiles sighs outwardly this time.

“Fine. You know the jokes that were in the book?”

“You mean from like a month ago?”

“Well...we’ve kinda been continuing to exchange jokes and notes and stuff. And then recently they put their initials. Or, at least I think it’s their initials. I don’t know what else it would be. So, yeah.”

Lydia looks at him for a moment before her lips curl up into a smile. “You mean you’ve finally found someone who has a worse sense of humor than you?”

Stiles returns the smile. “I’ll have you know, my sense of humor is advanced. Way too advanced even for you.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, the only name that comes to mind is Derek Hale.”

Stiles chokes on his own spit. “Derek Hale? You mean the star of the basketball team? The guy with eyes that are like fifty different colors and bunny teeth that would look ridiculous on anyone else but he somehow looks gorgeous with them? That Derek Hale?”

“Yes. Other than that, I don’t know anyone else with those initials.”

“Does he take AP Stat?”

Lydia shrugs. Stiles takes that as a no.

There’s no way that Derek Hale is the one writing these notes. No way in hell. Stiles isn’t that lucky.

Plus, even if Derek is the one writing these, hypothetically speaking, Derek wouldn’t be interested in him. Don’t get Stiles wrong, he knows he’s a pretty attractive guy. But nobody in this school is as attractive as Derek Hale. Let's be real here.

Okay, maybe Danny. Danny is kinda gorgeous.

But besides Danny, nobody is even on the same level as Derek.

Well, Lydia is too.

Okay, dammit. People are on the same level as Derek Hale. The point is that Stiles isn’t.

Stiles sighs for what seems like the eighth time in. “Okay. Thanks.”

Lydia gives him a scrutinizing look before nodding and getting on her phone.

Stiles sits there and ponders why his life is like this before deciding that he must've done something to piss off fate in a past life. Pleased with his conclusion, Stiles shoves his notebook and pencils into his backpack just in time for the bell to ring.

π π π

Okay, so, Stiles must be going crazy.

When he saw that his pen pal had written his initials he figured, ‘hey, I might as well do the same. It’s only decent right?’ so he had, and ever since then Derek Hale has been shooting him looks in the hallway.

Maybe he’s hallucinating, because Derek Hale is, well, Derek Hale. Out of everyone in the hallway, why would he be looking at Stiles?

Also, Stiles can’t be the only person in the school with the initials S.S. although, he probably is the only S.S. that’s taking AP Stat so there’s that.

Stiles doesn’t know what to do, should he wave? Shoot him a smile?

Actually no, he should do neither of those things because if he does, and Derek actually wasn’t looking at him, that would be so unbelievably embarrassing. So embarrassing that Stiles would have to transfer schools immediately.

Stiles shakes his head and opens up his locker to gather his things for his next class. When he closes the locker Derek is standing right there like they’re in a horror movie and Stiles jumps so hard that he drops his notebook.

“Shit. Sorry,” Derek says and bends down to swipe Stiles’ notebook off the floor.

“No, it’s okay. You’re awfully quiet for an athlete.”

Stiles holds his hand out for his notebook but Derek doesn’t seem all that interested in returning it to him just yet. Derek looks at the front of his notebook.

“Hmm. AP Stat. Interesting.”

Stiles bites his lip and nods. “Yep,” he says popping the ‘p’. “it is interesting. Well, actually it’s not. AP Stat is yuck sometimes and it can get boring but it’ll look great on my resume so.”

Derek nods. He looks at Stiles for a few more seconds before he opens his mouth, and the second he does, Stiles’ stomach fills with butterflies.

“What is the probability that anyone will pass that fucking class? I’m thinking 1 in 100.”

Stiles bites his lip to stifle his smile. He doesn’t want to cheese like an idiot in front of Derek Hale but he thinks that ship has already sailed cause Derek’s lips stretch into a big smile.

Stiles clears his throat. “I think there is statistical data to back up your theory.”

“Oh, is there?” Derek asks, smile turning into a smirk.

Stiles nods then looks at his notebook that is still in Derek’s hand. “Can I have my notebook now? I’m not sure what exactly you’re plotting but I don’t like it.”

Derek scrunches his face up. “Wow, that was bad.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes. “Like yours were any better.”

Derek shrugs, smile returning to his face. “I thought my mean joke was pretty hilarious.”

“Yeah, hilariously bad. I didn’t laugh at all, not one bit.”

Derek looks like he doesn’t believe a word Stiles just said, which is fair, he shouldn’t.

“So,” Derek begins, eyes boring into Stiles’— seriously, what is up with Derek’s eyes? — “what is the probability that you will give me your number?”

Stiles pretends to think about it for a second. “I'm thinking 100 in 100.”

[vcidgalpin]

The Tell Pt 1

Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Eventually)

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 2400

A/N: Well holy shit, didn’t expect that one.

Warnings: making out, uncomfortable flirting, i guess cheating... yeah.

  Browsing through the horror movie section at the video store, I hear the ding of the bell above the door. Peering up to the entrance, I swear can I hear a thud from behind me, but I could be hearing things. Quickly, I recognize who had walked in a moment ago. None other than Jackson Whittemore. Turning around, I pray he didn’t see me.

“Can somebody help me find The Notebook?” I hear him call out. Looking up from the shelves in front of me, I notice that the man I saw when I walked in earlier was no longer up on his ladder. “Hey, Y/N? Is that you?” Jackson taps my shoulder and I jump in surprise.

“Uh, hey Jackson. What are you doing here?”

“Looking for The Notebook,”

“Funny, I didn’t think that would be your type of thing,” I joke, trying to ease my nerves. For some reason, being around him always made my hairs stand on end.

“I’m not. Lydia is though, and she is more stubborn than anyone.” His eyes roll, but for once I kind of agree with him. He steps closer to me, and I step back, instinctively. “What’s your type?”

My breath catches in my throat, and confusion fills my mind.

“What?”

“Of movies. What type of movie are you looking for?” His voice sounds casual and unaware at what he did, but his smirk gives him away.

“Oh, I- Um… I guess horror movies?” He takes another step, but I notice how my back is already pressed against the shelf behind me. He is a couple inches taller than me, so he just towers over me, caging me in. Something behind me, over the shelf seems to catch his eye though. He stumbles back, a shocked look on his face, his hand goes to cover his mouth.

“Y/N, get behind me. Now.” I turned to try and see over the shelf, but I’m only just too short.

“What? What is it?”

“Just, stay behind me. Alright?” Clearly he was putting on a brave front, but I hear his rapid heartbeat banging in his chest. He obviously doesn’t know I can protect myself, so I let him have his way, and I trailed behind him as we wandered around the shelf. On the floor, near to the stepladder, lies the man from earlier. Blood pours from his slit throat and puddles around his lifeless body. The ladder suddenly falls, as though it were pushed, and wires are yanked from the ceiling, causing sparks of electricity to jolt around the air, before the video store becomes shrouded in darkness. Jackson grabs my wrist, and we go to run for the door before stopping, hearing things falling from shelves in between us and our exit. He pulls me down, behind a shelf, so we are both crouching. His breathing has become ragged and wobbly, and he takes a peek around the corner. One of the shelves rocks forward, and I adjust my hand in his grip so now I am the one pulling him. I rush to drag him out of the domino of falling shelves, but one of the shelves slams down onto his back, I am yanked towards him again, as I still have him in my grip. I kneel next to him, about to lift the shelf up, when I am pushed, hard. So hard that it clearly wasn’t by any human, or even normal werewolf. My head slams into another shelf and-

---

  Sirens blast, echoing around my head as my eyes blink open. A paramedic stands above me, staring down with a worried look on his face.

“How are you feeling, Miss? How many fingers am I holding up?” I rub my eye and reply with the correct number. I move to sit up, and they move closer to my side, aiding me in my movements. I’m already pretty much healed by now, but I feel very cared for at this point in time.

“Thank you,” I smile to the young-ish paramedic, leaning on my hands, half elevated, when I hear someone shouting my name over the loud bustling of people and cars,

“Y/N! Is that you?” Instantly recognising the voice to be Stiles’ I whip my head around, searching for him in the sea of people. I see his father before I see him, and I offer them both a small smile and a nod, letting them know I am ok.

“Hi, I know him, am I allowed to just go over to them?” Politely, the man nods to me, helping me up off of the stretcher.

“You sure you are feeling up to it?” I nod, and start over to the Stilinskis. Stiles rushes over to meet me halfway, his arm grabbing my shoulder gently.

“Are you okay, are you hurt? What happened in there? Was it the Alpha? Who is it?” Stiles frantically spams me with questions, before noticing how overwhelmed I am, and he stops, looking me in the eyes with a soft look on his face. “Seriously though, how are you?” 

“I’m fine Stiles,” He gives me a look as though he didn’t believe me. “Werewolf healing, remember?” This seemed to relax him for a moment, before he looked over my shoulder to see Jackson and Lydia by an ambulance. I twist my head round to observe, and find Jackson staring directly at me. He looks angry, but sort of scared too? After a few moments of uncomfortable eye contact, he looks to a paramedic, and loudly asks if he can leave.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital, I’m fine,” I can tell that’s a lie. Not only does his heartbeat betray him, the weak scent of blood coming from his direction is a pretty significant tip off. The sheriff walks over to Jackson, and the young boy starts directing his anger towards him instead.

“No, you don’t understand. Which kind of blows my mind since it should be a pretty basic concept for a minimum wage rent-a-cop like you. I just want to go home!” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear, even over the busy sounds of the scene. I look to Stiles, who looks very unimpressed by the other boy’s jab at his father. It’s my turn to grab his shoulder sympathetically now, catching Stiles’ attention and causing him to softly grin at my action.

“Take me home?”

---

  Chemistry with Mr Harris… joy. I sigh as I slip into a seat next to Stiles, who is filling a page of his textbook with a yellow highlighter. The teacher drones on about some conference for parents tonight or something. Boredly, I fiddle with the sleeve of Stiles’ shirt, drawing his focus away from the book.

“What are you doing?” He asks, no harshness in his tone.

“I’m bored,” I state, matter of factly. He lets out a soft laugh,

“What do you mean you’re bored? It’s been like a minute, class hasn’t even started yet?” He nudges my hand away from him and I try to nudge back, before Mr. Harris’ annoying voice beckons us.

“Mr Stilinski, Ms Y/L/N, maybe if you two stopped childishly flirting for one moment, and actually paid attention, you wouldn’t be averaging below a C in my class,” A dumbfounded look forms on Stiles’ face, his mouth hanging open like the hinge of his jaw was loose, and I feel pink heat crawl up my neck. Quickly, I retract my hands from Stiles, trying to avoid the stares of my classmates as some snickers can be heard from around the room. He caps his highlighter, and leans towards Danny, who is sitting at the table in front of us, after Mr Harris starts writing away on the board.

“Danny, can I ask you a question?”

“No,”

“I’m going to anyway. Did Lydia show up in your home room today?” Why was he asking about Lydia, she wasn’t even inside the store last night.

“No,”

“Do people know what happened to her, Jackson and Y/N last night?”

“He wouldn’t tell me,” That’s weird. What happened to Jackson after I got knocked out.

“But you’re his best friend,” To that, Danny shrugs, “One more question?” Danny groans in annoyance. “Do you find me attractive?” I nearly choke on the air. Where the hell did that come from? He starts leaning forwards, as if in a weird trance of curiosity, before his stool tips, and he has to stop himself from clamboring to the floor, receiving stares from everyone in the room.

“Idiot,” I mumble to him, and he just rolls his eyes at me. “What made you even ask that? Do you like guys?”

“No- I just- Scott made me think, I was just curious if gay guys find me attractive,” I let out a laugh before covering my mouth.

“That’s the stupidest thing I've ever heard,”

---

Stiles rings Scott for about the 30th time in a row when he finally picks up.

“What?” I can hear him complain from down the phone.

“Finally! Are you getting any of my texts?”

“All nine million of them,”

“Scott now is not the time. You have any clue what’s going on? Lydia’s totally M-I-A, Jackson looks like he had a time bomb inserted into his face, another random guy is dead and you need to do something about it,” Stiles rambles on into the phone, flailing his free arm around like a maniac.

“Like what?”

“Something,” Real helpful as always Stiles.

“I’ll deal with it later,” Scott’s tone is hushed, and just as I go to grab the phone to talk to him myself, I hear the end call noise bleep from Stiles’ mobile. Infuriated, I groan, and we stop pacing through the corridor.

“What are we gonna do?”

“We need to talk to Lydia and Jackson, find out what they know,”

“If you haven’t noticed, even though I literally said it 2 seconds ago, Lydia isn’t here. And Jackson is… well, Jackson. He’s not exactly the most cooperative person of the best of days, I highly doubt that he will let me get a word in- But you. He was looking at you last night. You were in there with him, right? He’ll talk to you,”

“Stiles we don’t know that, and besides-”

“Y/N, it’s worth a try. You go find Jackson, and I will go to Lydia’s, okay?”

“Stiles, Lydia is my friend. You guys have barely even shared a look, never mind had a proper conversation. And, as I was saying, I am not talking to Jackson, I will tell you that for a fact.” I cross my arms, and glare into the boy’s amber eyes.

“Can you not be so difficult, and just do this one thing for me? Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“You said it yourself. This is Jackson we are talking about,” Stiles looks at me with puppy dog eyes, desperation glittering within them. I sigh, shaking my head, and trying to avoid his unrelenting stare. A few moments pass before I begrudgingly groan,

“Fine. But you owe me, Stilinski,” Stiles fist pumps the air triumphantly, and tries to pull me in for a hug at the same time, causing him to just miss my face with his hand. “Sorry,” He gives me a quick squeezing embrace before sprinting down the corridor. Guess I better find Jackson, yay.

---

  I see the boy staring into his locker, almost frozen in place. He seems deep in thought, basically unaware of his surroundings. I clear my throat, so as not to catch him by total surprise, and end up with a reflexive punch in the nose. He turns to me, his eyes wide, as his hand moves quickly to rub the back of his neck.

“Hi Jackson, crazy night, huh?” His unimpressed furrow of the brows doesn’t really give me much hope for this plan. “Um, anyways. I was wondering, what do you remember? I guess I got knocked out before I really saw anything,”

“I- I didn’t see anything, okay? Can people stop asking me that! I promise I didn’t see anything okay?” His voice sounds pleading, laced with fear. I put my hand on his arm, and his breathing starts to regulate again,

“Hey, look at me.” His eyes meet mine, the usual intimidating look not present. “Something attacked us, okay. And I don’t know if we are still in danger, I’m trying my best to do what I can to figure this whole thing out. Now, please, can you just trust me?” A while passes, as Jackson stares down at the floor, considering my offer, when he suddenly grabs my wrist and drags me into the nearest empty classroom.

“I can’t risk him hearing me.”

“Who?”

“Derek Hale. He was here earlier, he told me not to say anything. He said-”

“Jackson. Relax. I know him, he’s just trying to help too, he just wants information. Unfortunately, his way of going about things is- well it’s not the best, but hey. He won’t do anything to you, not on my watch.” I rub my thumb on the back of his hand to try and calm him. I read somewhere that physical touch is therapeutic for some people, especially people who have issues with attachment. I heard through the grapevine that Jackson was adopted when he was young, so his lack of actual social skills makes sense. Within the blink of an eye, hands suddenly cup my jaw, and Jackson’s lips collide with mine roughly. I am frozen in place for a moment, and then something seems to take over my body. I find myself kissing him back, a hand resting on his chest. One of his own moves to my hip, gripping down hard, backing me up. A table hits the back of my knees, causing my legs to buckle. Sitting on the desk, one of my thighs hooks to his waist, pulling him closer, before moving my hand to around the back of his neck. That’s when he winces, pushing me back harshly, and I struggle to stay upright at the shock of it all. His eyes are scrunched up as he puts his own hand over where I had touched. Then he gives me one wide eyed look, before bursting out of the room, without a word.

“What the fuck just happened?”

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[martinskis-lydias]

i could be your love right now

pairing: Scott/Lydia, Stiles/Derek (mentioned)

word count: 1865

warning: none

notes: sex is discussed (not in detail and not actually had in the story), also, though it isn’t explicitly stated, scott is pansexual because that’s how i see him and also i said so

“It’s not fair! You’re winning because of the werewolf thing,” Stiles whined as Scott beat him at yet another Mario Kart race.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re three beers in. It’s not my fault you’re drinking,” Scott laughed.

“Stupid werewolf metabolism. Three isn’t even that much,” Stiles muttered. He threw himself onto his mattress, sighing dramatically.

“What’s up man? You’ve been… quiet all night,” Scott said. “Well, quiet for you,” he added. Stiles glared at him.

“Shut up. It’s nothing, I just… I came to a realization earlier this week and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing. If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone,” Stiles confessed.

“I promise,” Scott said, turning to give Stiles his full attention. “I just want to help man.”

“Okay. Okay,” Stiles was muttering, hyping himself up. Scott just waited quietly. “I think I’m in love with Derek,” he whispered.

Scott was silent for a minute, a little caught off guard. But he forced himself to say something when he saw how anxious Stiles was getting.

“What about Lydia?” Scott asked. Nice.

Stiles snorted. “Dude, I haven’t been in love with Lydia for, like, a year.”

“Oh,” was all Scott could say to that. He was trying to ignore the warm feeling in his chest that was growing, the feeling he’d been ignoring for a while now. The feeling he refused to name.

He shook his head. “Okay, so, you’re in love with Derek. When did that start? And why are you not sure if that’s a good thing?”

“I don’t know exactly when it started, but we’ve been spending so much time together the last couple months. At first it was because we were working on that dragon thing, but then I started studying over there, which meant we started talking. And then we hung out a few times, and I don’t know…” Stiles trailed off. “And what do you mean ‘why am I not sure?’ This is Derek we’re talking about! Derek Hale, the guy whose league is so far from mine that I can’t even see it! And even if by some small, remote chance he did like me back, he’s a complete martyr and thinks he doesn’t deserve anything good in his life.”

Scott had to admit that Derek was indeed someone who, occasionally, refused to let himself have anything that would make him happy.

“Well, firstly, I don’t think Derek is out of your league. And before you argue,” Scott said, raising his voice when Stiles opened his mouth to do just that, “I’m not saying that because we’re friends. As a dude who is quite fluid on the sexuality scale, you’ve gotten very attractive in the last couple years. College has been good for you, and if you weren’t my brother, I’d probably be interested in you.”

Stiles was blushing furiously now. Scott smirked. He really hadn’t been lying, Stiles had grown into himself since they’d graduated high school.

“Well, that doesn’t change the fact that Derek isn’t interested in me. And if he was, he wouldn’t say anything, or let himself give this a shot,” Stiles argued stubbornly.

“Okay, pal. You tell yourself that,” Scott replied sarcastically.

“What’s with the tone?” Stiles asked suspiciously. Scott shrugged. “No Scotty! You don’t get to use that tone and then pretend it didn’t mean anything! What do you know?”

“Well, I can’t say I know something… But I can make a few educated guesses,” Scott said.

“Scott, if you don’t tell me, I will tell your mom that you’re the one that ruined her rose bush in the seventh grade, not a stray dog,” Stiles threatened.

“Okay, okay! All I know is that, while Derek is a lot more sociable now, you’re the person that he spends the most time with. By a long shot. And he visits you on campus. And he relaxes every time you’re around. And he stares at you a lot when you aren’t looking,” Scott admitted.

He was pretty sure Derek had been in love with Stiles since he’d moved back to Beacon Hills two years ago, but he hadn’t realized Stiles felt the same. And it wasn’t his secret to tell. So he hadn’t said anything. But if he could help them be happy now, he would.

Stiles didn’t say anything for a while. Scott let him process everything and used the silence to think about his own feelings.

Stiles wasn’t in love with Lydia anymore. He hadn’t been for a while now. That didn’t necessarily mean that Lydia felt the same, but Scott couldn’t stop the hope that was building up in his chest. Maybe… Maybe he could try and figure it out. Maybe he had a chance.

“Hey man, would you be able to give me a ride to Derek’s? I think I should talk to him,” Stiles asked after a while.

“Yeah dude, of course.”

 After dropping Stiles off, Scott drove to his favourite bakery. He figured a coffee, a muffin, and some time to himself might help him think everything over. While he sat, he went over everything he knew about his and Lydia’s relationship.

Lydia had always stuck by him.

She’s loyal to her friends and Pack, his brain argued.

Lydia always came to him first when she had a problem that she needed help with or just wanted to rant.

You’re her Alpha, that’s your job.

She touched his arm and held his hand a lot.

Pack is tactile, and she’s always been like that with you.

Sometimes she said things to him that could be seen as flirting…

You’re just seeing what you want to see.

He groaned and banged his forehead on the table, probably a little harder than was necessary.

“One of those days, huh?” A voice said from the other side of the table.

He resisted the urge to groan again; he knew that voice. If he was being honest with himself (which he seemingly was), it was his favourite voice in the world.

“Uh, yeah. Just dealing with some new information,” Scott said sheepishly, looking up at Lydia. When he finally saw her face he was a little speechless. He would probably never get used to how unbelievably pretty she was.

After a second of staring he shook himself. “Sorry, do you want to sit?” He asked, realizing he was probably being rude.

She just smiled at him, the smile that made his brain melt and his heart stutter and his palms sweat.

“So, do you want to talk about this new information?” She asked, taking a sip of her coffee and picking a chocolate chip off his muffin that he’d picked apart more than ate.

“Well, I just dropped Stiles off at Derek’s house so Stiles could admit that he’s in love with Derek,” he said. He figured that was a safe conversation.

“Oh finally. Maybe those two idiots will get their heads out of their asses and stop dancing around each other,” Lydia said exasperatedly.

Scott laughed.

“So, is that why you were banging your head on the table?”

Fuck. He’d been hoping that Stiles and Derek’s pining would be a much longer conversation.

“Uh, not exactly.” He couldn’t look at her so he picked at a chip in the table instead.

“Okay. If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to Scott,” Lydia told him.

He looked up at her then and for some reason he suddenly couldn’t take one more moment where she didn’t know how he felt. Maybe it was the soft, concerned look in her eyes or the understanding in her tone or the fact that her scent and heartbeat made him feel safe and calm.

Maybe she didn’t feel the same, maybe she did. Either way, Lydia and he were friends, they were Pack, and she deserved to know and make the decision for herself.

“I love you,” Scott admitted. “I’m in love with you Lydia, and I have been for a while. But I kept finding excuses not to say anything but I don’t think that’s fair to either of us. I understand if you don’t feel the same and if this is weird –”

“Scott, shut up,” Lydia said quietly. He immediately stopped his babbling. “I love you, too.” She didn’t say anything else. What else was there to say really? Did it matter how long they’d felt this way? Why they hadn’t said anything? Were they sure?

But Lydia Martin was not someone who said something she didn’t mean. And in this moment all that mattered was that they both loved each other and now they both knew.

“Do you want to go to dinner?” He asked instead, and the smile on her face grew.

“I would love to go to dinner with you,” she answered.

He stood, grabbed her hand to help her out of her seat, and immediately pulled her into a kiss.

It wasn’t like the earth stopped moving, or the world disappeared. He didn’t feel fireworks or any of the other things that movies tell you a first kiss feels like. It was just a perfect kiss with the person he hoped he would get to kiss for the rest of his life.

It was over quickly (they were still in a public place) and he smiled at her again.

“Well, while I would like to keep doing that…” He held out his hand and she took it, laughing.

“Dinner, then. And maybe after you can take me back to my place and we can see what we’ve been missing out on these past couple years,” Lydia said, quietly enough that he was the only one who caught it.

Scott tripped over his own feet, caught a little off guard. He couldn’t say he’d never thought about sex with Lydia (it was Lydia, of course he’d thought about it) but he really hadn’t asked her to dinner with that in mind.

“I’m not expecting… I really had no ulterior motives when I asked you to dinner,” he assured her. He held open her door while she got in the car.

“I know. That’s why I’m not waiting,” Lydia told him. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Most people I date are mainly interested in me because they want to sleep with me. But you aren’t like that. You love who I am and the fact that I’m attractive is just an added bonus.”

Scott could only nod, because that was exactly how he felt about her. And he was so glad that she knew that, that she trusted him to really see her.

“I feel the same way about you,” she told him, running her fingers along his jaw. “And we’re both very attractive people who haven’t had sex in a while, and I have a feeling we’re going to be great at it. So, dinner?”

He growled, too turned on for words. He threw the car in reverse and started towards the restaurant. The sooner they got there, the sooner they could leave.

And he definitely wanted to get Lydia home so he could see if they lived up to her expectations.

[the67impalaonbakerstreet]

Not so Strange or Unusual

I saw Beetlejuice the Musical for my birthday two weeks ago, and I fell in love with character, the show, the music, everything! Inspiration took hold and ta-da. This is my first fanfic on tumblr, if asked I will do more with this story. 

I followed Lydia into her house, we had the whole place to ourselves for break while her parents were on a second honeymoon. “Damn Deetz, this place is sweet!” My friend looked around unimpressed. “If you like original crown molding and bad art, I guess it's okay.” I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. I liked the crown molding! I have a soft spot for old houses in my heart along with classic cars and flannel. Lots and lots of flannel.  

Lydia and I became fast friends at school. She seemed was wandering around campus and I recognized another lost soul. I walked up and asked if she had Mr. Brightman for Drama 101. Thus ensued whole morning of trying to find Auditorium 6 and then classroom having been a misprint. Mr. Brightman was in Auditorium 5 in the older wing of the school. We missed the whole period and wound up getting to know each other instead.  

Any who, fall break happened to include Halloween and I was getting inspired looking at the place. A few cobwebs, some motion sensor activated foam axes and this place could be the best haunted house in upper New York State. Inspiration burned inside, but I decided to wait and spring my genius idea until the morning. The drive was long, and we were both beat.  

“Hey Lyds, I love you to the old hardware store down the corner and back, but I’m exhausted. Where can a girl crash and burn for the night?” I asked. Lydia looked almost as tired as I felt with bags prominent against her pale skin. “Up the stairs and the guest room is the first door on the right.” I drug both our suitcases up the stairs in thanks.  

“You want pizza or sleep Y/n?” she called up behind me. I wasn’t hungry until she mentioned food, but now I was ravenous. “Both?” I chucked over my shoulder. God, their guest room was amazing. A king size bed meant I could sleep like a starfish and not have to bunch up on my side. There was an attached bathroom with a claw foot tub that I could seriously spend some quality time in. If this was the guest room, Lydia’s own bedroom must have been heaven on earth.  

Parking my suitcase and hers, I flew down the stairs to demand pineapple on my half of the pizza. My best friend pulled a face but asked the person on the phone for pineapple. I mouthed, “You’re a goddess,” and looked around the house while she described what she wanted on her half.  

The style of the house made it seem like two families were trying to occupy the same space at the same time. There was antique furniture mixed with new age crystals and wind chimes. She wasn’t kidding about the bad art. Something that looked like a silver pasta server was taking a place of honor on the staircase landing. Lydia got a scholarship to our university for her photography, so I doubted it was her own work.  

“Thanks again for letting me hang here for break, Lyds. You’re the best,” I said sitting down on the couch beside her.“For the thousandth time, you’re welcome Y/n!” She rolled her eyes at me. “Pizza will be here in 30. This is the first time they’ve delivered here in years. I just hope they remember where the house is.”  

“Sounds like there’s a story there. I’d love to hear it,” I gently encouraged her. My best friend always got nervous when I asked about her home life. So, it didn’t surprise me when she skillfully changed the subject. “Maybe later. Right now, my back is in knots. I’d love it if you helped me pull them out.”

We each took turns driving all day and our muscles were sore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my BMW, but I had no leg room. From the way Lydia was hunched against the armrest, she was feeling just as stiff. “I’ll help you stretch if you help me,” I offered.  

Suddenly Lydia’s face blanked with shock as she looked over my shoulder. I whipped my head around but didn’t see what she was looking at. The only thing I saw was the fireplace. "Did you see a ghost Deetz?” I asked confused.

My best friend took half a second too long to respond. “What? No! I just forgot about Delia’s stupid crystal art is all.” There was a lump of quarts meant to be shaped like... I couldn’t even identify what it was supposed to be. “It is a little weird,” I agreed, “but you seemed a little freaked out.”  

“Just forget about it. Please,” she begged. I was still confused, and now a little bit concerned, but I nodded my head. “You know you can-”

The doorbell rang cutting me off. “Saved by the bell. That was fast,” Lydia said too enthusiastically. I shrugged my shoulder. If she wanted to talk to me, she knew I would always listen. “Hands off my pineapple!” I called after her hopping up from the couch.  

------TIMESKIP-----

In my dream, Strange Cute Guy was flirting with me shamelessly. He called me ‘babes’, complemented my figure which I’m insecure about, and described all the lewd things he wanted us to do in great detail. I had no idea how my subconscious came up with such a guy, but I didn’t care. It was great to be the center of someone’s attention once in a while.

I’m naturally a playful flirt in real life, but dream me turned it up to an 11. She didn’t care if she was in rumpled sweats or that her hair was a rat's nest. Dream me skillfully worked her way into Strange Cute Guy’s personal space. She asked about his stripped black and white suit and rubbed the fabric between her fingers then looked into Strange Cute Guy’s brown eyes. I had no idea where this confidence came from, but he was responding in kind.  

“Nice hair babes. Where did you get it done?” his eyes twinkled at his joke as fingered my tangles. I wiggled my eyebrows, “You’re one to talk hon. Yours looks like someone ran their hands through it with green hair dye.” “You can run your hands through my hair anytime,” Strange Cute Guy shot back without hesitation.  

Then the edges of his suit turned to smoke in my hands. His face went out of focus, but the expression on it was frustrated and pissed.

“Did I make you made mad babes?” I turned his pet name back him to try and lift his mood.  

“You didn’t,” he growled before going up in smoke.  

I was pulled from my dream by the sound of Lydia talking to someone. I could tell she was trying to whisper, but her apparent anger was winning her over. “Y/n is off limits Beetlejuice! She is the one person who treats me like a normal human being at school,” Lydia said harshly. She seemed to be having a conversation with someone, but I could only hear her. Maybe she was on the phone? “I don’t care if hell freezes over, I won’t say it!” she said a little louder.  

Now I was worried, the Deetz I knew only raised her voice for good reason. I got up and opened my door to a startled Lydia in pjs talking to the air. There was no phone in her hand. “You okay Lyds? Anything I can do for you?” My best friend flicked her eyes over her shoulder and made a show of trying to ignore something. I followed her gaze and saw only a framed picture of Mr. and Mrs. Deetz on their wedding day. “Nope! I’m just going to get a midnight snack and wanted to ask you if you wanted one,” she lied quickly.  

I shook my head. “I’m good. Thanks though.” “No problem just go back to sleep Y/n,” she said. I could see a quiet plea in her eyes. I was worried that she wasn’t telling me something. “Okay. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I shut the door and went to bed. Or tried too. I felt like someone or something was watching me for the rest of the night.

[ayy-jayy-siciliani]

AJ + Lydia || Meet the Parents

When: Mid-April 2021

Where: AJ’s Apartment, Pico District 

Major Warnings: N/A

Featuring: Lydia Belmonte @lydiabelmonte​

AJ had to admit that he was nervous, while Lydia had mentioned to him he had nothing to worry about when meeting her parents, he still wanted to make a good impression on them and hopefully not look like a complete bumbling idiot in front of them. He paced nervously after setting up his apartment for a nice dinner with Lydia and her parents until he heard a knock at the door. "Coming!" He called out as he straightened his posture and opened the door with a big grin.

lydia b.

Lydia stared at her parents, the fact they were here in Santa Monica together, was kind of suspicious but none the less she was happy to see her dad the most. While she has some terrible feelings towards her mother, she still missed her. “Please be nice, I know I should have told you guys that I broke it off with Parker but I was busy and didn’t want to worry you.” She shared and turned to face the door, smiling when she noticed AJ right away. “This is AJ, he’s my boyfriend—be nice,” Lydia emphasized and gave them a pointed stare.

AJ could feel everyone's stares on him like it was one of those post-game press conferences, so he smiled widely and said, "Hey, how's it goin' everyone? Come on in, make yourself at home!" He grinned as he stepped aside to let everyone in and gave Lydia a big grin and a thumbs up. It was gonna be good. He made a nice dinner for everyone that he'd hope they enjoyed. He was optimistic.

lydia b.

Haley tried to bite back a laugh but instead she let out a chuckle and nodded her head at AJ, following inside as she glanced around, “nice home,” Lydia groaned at how awkward her mom could be and looked at her dad with pleading eyes as he rolled them and grabbed Haley by the shoulders and moved them into the living room. Lydia turned to look at AJ and sighed, “heads up, my mom is weird and doesn’t have a filter, still makes me wonder how my dad and step dad fell in love with that train wreck.” She pulled a smile and walked towards AJ to give him a quick kiss, “did you need help with anything, besides you know, saving you from awkward questions.”

AJ grinned proudly and nodded, "Thank you. I can't really take all the credit, my sisters helped me fix up the place." At least he was honest...and hopefully not putting his foot in his mouth. As both parents entered, he looked over at Lydia who already appeared to have an exasperated expression and he smiled, "Alright, noted. Uh...do I try to laugh off any of the lack of filter stuff or do I just kinda...nod along?" He asked curiously. He smiled at Lydia's quick kiss and then perked up, "Actually, I'm gonna bring out the antipasto platter, you wanna help me bring out the wine and the wine glasses?"

lydia b.

Lydia let out a sigh and smiled, “I think if you end up laughing at the bluntness she will be quite happy, you see she thinks she’s the most funniest person the world when really...she’s not.” Haley waved her arm around Bryce and made a noise, “kids...are you going to flirt all day in there? If so, Bryce and I could simply leave to give you privacy?” Lydia let out a groan and nodded her head, “I’ll grab the wine and glasses.” She went toward where everything was as she entered the dining area.

"Goootcha," AJ nodded with a knowing grin. "I appreciate the tips, Lyds. Not gonna lie, I'm lowkey kinda nervous," He admitted with a chuckle. At Haley's comment, AJ tried not to snort and laugh immediately, but it was a pretty funny comment, and Lydia's reaction was also slightly comical...but he also didn't want to die on the spot. "We're on our way, sorry about that!" He called out politely. "Thanks babe, you're the best," He grinned as he went to the fridge to take out the appetizers and followed behind Lydia.

lydia b.

Lydia shakes her head at her mom who gave back a suggestive eyebrow wiggle in which her dad nudges her side and they both shared a look. A look of longing and sadness. Her heart hurts at the fact they weren’t able to mend their relationship and become a real family, but she didn’t regret having a little brother, and she knew her mom loved her now husband Spencer who couldn’t make it due to work. Clearing her throat and set the glasses down, pouring some for everyone and took a long sip. “So...AJ, as you know is my boyfriend. AJ these are my parents—“ Lydia was cut off by Haley and in return she let out a sigh. “So how did you guys meet and who confessed first?”

AJ smiled at the playful interaction between Lydia and her parents. He was glad to see that even in the aftermath of being separated that her parents were able to be friends in a way. He reached to grab a bite of one of the prosciutto wrapped breadsticks as he listened and nodded to Lydia's statement until he nearly choked on the bite he had taken. Clearing his throat he looked over at Lydia and grinned, then back to Haley and Bryce, "We met through a few mutual friends and well..." He trailed off, "I'd say we mutually confessed in a way?"

lydia b.

Haley grinned and nodded her head as she listened intently, she knew her ex husband wanted to know as well but all he was doing was narrowing his eyes to look intimidating. Lydia brought the glass of wine to her lips and took a long sip, she was happy that AJ kept the actual story hidden from her parents, she could kiss him right now but instead she laughed, “if my memory serves me correctly, you had tears in your eyes claiming you love me,” Lydia joking said, her dark eyes glancing over at him and turned to her mom who in turn couldn’t help but to laugh as well. “Well, all I can say is, we are glad she separated from her last boyfriend, we were quite concerned.” Haley shared, “Actually it was more of her father than me, and perhaps her step dad.”

AJ knew it’d be best to leave out the chaos part of their relationship in which sure, both her and Lydia were friends with the Maxwells and Eric, but one of his best friends just so happened to be Parker which made things...complicated. He didn’t want to give off the wrong impression or embarrass Lydia. Especially with the way Bryce was looking at him. He was pretty sure that man could take him down in a heartbeat. “I’m pretty sure it was allergies,” AJ teased with a laugh. “In all realness, there was definitely some tears, I’ll admit that,” he truthfully responded. At Haley’s response, he nodded, listening intently. “I understand,” he responded softly. “I kinda had a rough relationship before Lydia too, so one thing I’ve told her a lot of times is that, she can take her time opening up because of the hurt she’s gone through. I know relationships aren’t always going to be a walk in the park, realistically, but, I always reassure her that she’s safe with me and that she’s loved.”

lydia b.

Lydia couldn’t stop herself from staring after Aj, the smile upon her face never letting down, and the fact his cheesy response made her own face heat up as she turned her eyes away from his face towards her wine glass, avoiding the look on Haley’s face that held a goofy smile. “Aww...I remember being young and in love, except I don’t think Bryce ever said something that incredibly cheesy—Lydia, you found yourself a good one.” Haley gushed and rolled her eyes at her ex husband, “don’t give me that look. You know his response was way better than all her previous exes.”

AJ had to admit, he might’ve sprinkled on the cheese too much, but he meant every word and wanted Lydia’s parents to know how much he truly cared for her. Taking a sip of his wine, his focus returned back fully to Haley and Bryce. He could feel the slight relief, but he still wondered what Bryce thought of him. “For what it’s worth, everything I’m saying is something I never said before or rehearsed...I usually tend to put my foot in my mouth, truthfully.”

lydia b.

Lydia laughed into her glass of wine, she couldn't help it with the way AJ was practically trying to woo her parents, she already knew that her mom was won over and from the look on her fathers face, he was still skeptical which was normal considering she was his only daughter. "Dad...AJ won't hurt me--in all honest truth, it will be me hurting him, I mean I bully him often," She shrugged her shoulders and notice the small smile appear on her dads face before nodding his head and turning his attention back on AJ, "Make her happy and we won't have a problem."

When Lydia laughed, AJ wanted to reach over and purposely squish her cheeks for putting him on the spot like that, but instead he gave her an endearing smile, cause she was just that cute. "She's not wrong there," He agreed with a chuckle as he took another bite of the appetizer in his hand. At the appearance of Bryce's grin, it was almost like a breath of fresh air...but he still needed to impress with dinner. "I will sir, you've got my word," He nodded with a grin. "So...I made a fam favorite of mine, chicken parm pizza and some linguine on the side, aside the appetizers, who's hungry?"

lydia b.

Lydia felt the corner of her lips curl into a small smile, hearing what AJ cooked made her stomach growl at the thought of good food, she was just thankful he agreed to cook instead of herself. Sure she can cook simple dishes but nothing like what AJ can cook. Haley raised her eyebrows impressed by the food choices AJ mentioned, looking over at Bryce, "Guess our kid really takes after me, dating men who can cook." The brunette grinned and rolled her eyes as Bryce replied back, "You mean because you never learned how to cook and never taught our daughter to cook basic foods besides ramen or fast food."

AJ grinned back at Lydia, although he was pretty much starving himself and couldn’t wait to get a bite of that goodness. While he loved Lydia’s cooking, he was pretty sure out of the two of them, he’d be the one cooking. At Bryce and Haley’s comments at each other, AJ had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He could definitely see where Lydia gets her sarcastic sense of humor from. “You both don’t mind if I steal Lydia away real quick so she can help me bring in the plates, right?”

lydia b.

Haley turned away from the bickering she was having with Bryce and looked over at AJ then onto her daughter, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips before nodding her head. "Of course, but just so you know, Bryce will be timing how long you're gone, just make it quick, there's a reason it's called a quickie." Lydia groaned out, "mom, can we not?" She said as she stood up and tugged at AJ's shirt as she walked towards the kitchen, she should have known that her mother wasn't exactly....decent or graceful. She was the total opposite of that and she still questions how the hell she managed to land herself not one but two marriages. "I warned you...now you see what I deal with."

AJ quickly pressed his lips together and he pretended to cough to suppress a laugh at Haley's suggestive comment about him and Lydia. While he knew that Lydia was absolutely mortified, the way that they were called out, put through the wringer, just like that made the laughter of mortification to come out, but, he held it in as best as he could. "N-No, we wouldn't, I promise," He clarified after clearing his throat. As he was dragged to the kitchen, AJ let out a quiet laugh and shook his head, "Yo...your mom's too funny though. God, that's--woo." He pressed a kiss to Lydia's lips. "I love you and this has been a pretty fun experience, y'know despite the awkward moments and stuff. Hopefully the food wins 'em over."

lydia b.

Lydia smiled lightly at the peck he gave her, which had her grabbing onto his waist and pull him closer towards her, standing up on the tip of her toes to press her lips against his and gave him a good kiss. pulling away before she actually tried anything that would have her mother giving a full on smirk. "You already won my mom over and soon enough my dad...even if they didn't like you, they don't matter because I love you." She lift her hand up to caress his cheek and pecked his lips once more.

AJ smiled and pulled in Lydia closer to him as a response of her pulling him in closer and smiled into the kiss. It was a short moment of bliss but he had to remind himself to definitely not prove Haley right. “Baby steps right?” He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I know, I know, but, it’d be cool to like get to eventually talk with your parents and be comfortable with it just like you’re comfortable talking to my ma, you know?” He smiled and put a hand to her cheek for a moment and sighed. “Well babe, time to go eat. I dunno about you but I’m starving.”

lydia b.

Lydia knew that AJ wanted nothing more than to get along with her parents, she wanted that as well, especially with her dad. But as he stated, baby steps, she already knew her mom already liked AJ but that was only because he cooked and she liked anyone who gave her food, like a dog. She leaned into his touch and sighed softly, nodding her head and realized too was starving. “I am...and other things,” her eyes going down between them then back up, flashing him a smirk. “Let’s go before I decide to prove my mom right.” She pulled away and gathered the items to bring into the dinning room.

AJ was glad that things were going well for the most part, although he knew it'd take time for Bryce to warm up to him, as he was rightfully protective of her. He could at least say...for the most part, he won Haley over. He chuckled at Lydia's suggestion and shook his head, "Definitely not when you're parents are in the other room but later...that's another story." He had a coy smirk, just to purposely egg her on and grabbed the rest of the things to head into the dining room. "Best behavior babe," He teased.

lydia b.

"Tease," she grumbled and walked back into the dining room to see her dad still held a longing look at her mom, it pained her to see that he would still love Haley while as Lydia kept telling him to go out and date other people. "I hope you guys are excited for AJ's cooking because I might have more than two plates." Lydia commented, dismissing the worried feeling she had for her parents.

"You love me," He chuckled as he followed her into the room. He could saw the longing look that Bryce had towards Haley and, it kinda sucked to know that things didn't work out the way they did...not that he knew much about it anyways. Looking back over at Lydia he beamed. "Now you're just buttering me up," AJ chuckled. "But, I hope everyone likes it and I got some chili flakes in the middle too in case you like it with a little heat. My Pops does, all the time."

lydia b.

Lydia looked over at AJ and grinned, “Ah yes, my dad enjoys spicy food and sometimes my mom. But she’s weak.” She grinned and glanced over at Haley who had her mouth gawked open. “Damn being attacked by my own child...sorry I can’t have fire breathing taste buds.” The brunette rolled her eyes at them, Lydia chuckled softly under her breathe and handed out the plates towards her parents as she took a seat as well.

AJ bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing but the knowing look on his face towards Lydia was a signal that he nearly wanted to burst into laughter. "For what it's worth, I was like that too until I moved here, I had like zero tolerance for any type of spice," He chuckled. He carefully set the food down alongside the utensils and cutlery and then said, "Alright, dig on in!"

lydia b.

Lydia glanced over at AJ, “You don’t need to say that just to make Haley feel better,” Bryce spoke up, his voice deep and raspy, Lydia assumed it was from singing. Lydia ended up laughing while as Haley slapped Bryce’s arm. “ANYWAYS, let’s enjoy this lovely dinner that AJ slayed in the kitchen for, because we all know I would only order take out because well less dishes.” Lydia reached out and started dishing herself, already feeling her stomach growling.

"I wish I were saying that, but I got roasted when I couldn't stomach sweet chili wings when I went with out with my homeboys. Took me a whole year to build up that tolerance," AJ admitted with a chuckle, but he was glad that Bryce had spoken to him a bit. AJ chuckled at Lydia's remark and followed after her to serve himself, excitedly going in to get a piece for himself...as if he didn't try a prototype piece just hours earlier in a sandwich.

lydia b.

Lydia was feeling her shoulders relax at the fact that things were perhaps working for the best. She knew her mom already loved her and her dad was slowly coming to accept it, she also knew her parents would like anyone besides her ex boyfriend who they detested. “So AJ, do you love Lydia—let me rephrase this, is this some sort of fling or are you two serious about each other?” Her father asked, cutting the awkward tense like a knife, Haley paused with the fork in hand and glanced over at Bryce then back to AJ and Lydia.

AJ could feel himself relaxing a little bit more now that things weren't so completely awkward. He really did hope that Haley and Bryce thought well of him and he knew while he didn't have big shoes to fill, he knew that he'd have to work a little bit after the lasting impression Parker had given them and he knew it wasn't going to be super easy. At Bryce's question, AJ nodded to let the man know he had taken the question in and wasn't going to just blurt out whatever. "Truthfully, I'd say we're pretty serious," AJ looked over to Lydia and then grinned. "You know, despite the fact that she roasts me to no end, I love her and I know it's gonna be a journey, together, but I do see myself with her in the long run."

lydia b.

Lydia felt her mouth going dry, part of her was happy at his words but the other part, the fear of things failing. She didn’t want history to repeat itself, marriage made it scary due to the failed marriage of her parents. Her mom leaving when she only a baby. Lydia knew AJ wasn’t like that, he constantly made her feel comfortable, showed her love and everything. “You guys are only in your twenties, we’ll see about that in several more years,” Bryce commented and Haley being the hopeless romantic sighed and looked over at AJ then Lydia. “If you two are that in love, then I believe you can make it work.”

AJ could see the happiness but the fear in Lydia's eyes. It was a scary thought, the future. He had a realistic out look about their relationship, that they'd take their time throughout, not rush things or go into things head first. Overall, it was all about making sure Lydia was happy. "Oh, I wholeheartedly agree. I mean, I'm a big believer in taking everything a day at a time, which, you know is kinda contradictory. But, I'm a very live in the moment, but I've got faith and I know it might seem naive...I think we've got a shot," He responded with a grin.

lydia b.

Lydia smiled at AJ, if she could she would kiss him but in respect for her dad, she held back. Bryce nodded his head, “as long as you know sometimes things change—feelings change.” Lydia realized that he was only saying that due to the history of her mom and him. She set her fork down and leaned forward, “Dad...AJ and I are in love, we don’t know what the future holds, but we are taking things one day at a time, AJ is always making sure I’m okay with things and I love that about him.”

AJ looked over at Lydia and smiled. If he could kiss her right now, he would, but last thing he needed was to give off a bad impression. He turned back to Bryce and nodded. "I understand," He said with a more serious expression to let the older man know that he truly did understand. When Lydia set her fork down, AJ knew she meant business and he respected that. He looked over at her with admiration, but made sure that he was looking back at her parents too...even though he was pretty sure they caught him staring a little too long at her.

lydia b.

Bryce and Haley stayed silent, mostly due to the seriousness between the younger couple. Haley could almost see herself in Lydia, especially the way she backed up AJ. It was like when she was trying to be serious with her own father about her first then second marriage. “Well, Bryce...does that answer your question because I believe that our daughter is quite serious and if you asked AJ to run across country to get cheese in Italy he would—not that you should because that’s ridiculous but c’mon.” Haley motioned between the kids and brought the glass of wine to her mouth drinking in response. Bryce pressed his lips together before signing, “Fine...but it’s a dads duty to scare off the poor idiot who decided to date this bossy girl of ours.” “okay—wow, I didn’t ask to be attacked like this.” Lydia added with a roll of her eyes.

There was a moment of silence between the parents until Haley spoke up again. He could definitely see the contrast in both parents, which, in a way, he could see Lydia's both sides easily. Bryce was very realistic and straight to the point, which was what the world often saw. Then Haley's idealism, her sarcasm...was definitely Lydia. He figured that'd be something he'd keep to himself, however. He took a sip of his own wine, mostly to not laugh at Lydia's reaction, but he loved her either way.

lydia b.

Lydia was glad that at least now it was so tense but that was because her dad was slowly accepting it. She wanted them to love AJ and see why she fell in love, she met his family and now he was meeting hers. All that was left was to meet her step dad and brother. She knew she wanted AJ to at least her parents first before everyone else just like when he brought her to meet his mom and sisters.

AJ was pretty glad that things went the way that they did and that everyone was pretty honest about what each other's intentions were. Overall, AJ admired both Bryce and Haley, although sure, their relationship seemed strained--maybe even showing a glimmer of what could've been, he enjoyed getting to meet the two that brought Lydia into the world in the first place. He looked over at Lydia and reached for her free hand under the table and gave it a gentle squeeze with a smile.

lydia b.

Lydia returned the squeeze and smiled into the wine. Hearing her parents starting to bicker between each other that she turned toward AJ and flashed him a grin, “see...things turned out good,” she said softly, to have a conversation between the both of them while her parents were arguing over something stupid.

AJ could hear the bickering in the background but his sights were set on Lydia. “I’m really glad it did. They seem to really like the food, actually,” He chuckled between them. Relieved he was able to have a conversation between just them for the moment. “We might need to celebrate later,” He leaned in to whisper as if it was over something dumb.

lydia b.

Lydia raised her eyebrow at his suggestion, just the image alone in her head, had her wanting to kick her parents out sooner. “Now you choose the time to put the idea in my head?” She whispered and shot him a playful glare. Turning her attention back to her mom who asked a question. “So AJ do you have any siblings?”

AJ let out a laugh and smiled innocently. “What can I say, I like a little thrill,” He teased Lydia with an innocent smile. His attention went back to Lydia’s mom and he nodded with a smile. “Two sisters. Ivy’s older and Lola’s the youngest.”

lydia b.

Lydia set the glass back onto the table, “his older sister hates me, but I mean, it was a messy time before AJ and I made things official. Another time to tell the story though.” She waved off the look of Haley wanting to ask more. Lydia realized that now maybe she should talk with Vanessa and even apologize.

AJ nodded in agreement, “Yeah, there’s some strain that needs to get worked through but, I’d say they both can work it out.” He nodded with a confident smile, although he really hoped, especially as they neared the six month mark of everything going down, that things could be fixed.

𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞 .

“but his mom loves me and she’s pretty bad ass—maybe dad could probably date her—wait never mind, that would be weird,” she quickly changed her mind and the look on Haley’s face said it all, she didn’t approve which had Lydia laughing.

AJ nearly choked on air at Lydia’s attempt of trying to set up his mom and her dad together. Haley’s face has also said it all too. All he could do was take a sip of wine to clear his throat before he keeled over at Lydia’s comment.

lydia b.

Lydia knew she was riling up her mother, but it wasn’t like she had a right to approve of who Bryce dated or not. “Oh c’mon mom, you can’t really think dad would stay single forever while you are happy with your own family? That’s a bit selfish.” “Lydia.” Bryce voice warned and shakes his head. “Okay you two, who I want to date or don’t date isn’t any of your guys choice. If I do...then that’s that but this conversation should be held as a family matter. You’re making AJ uncomfortable.”

At Lydia’s daggered remark, AJ leaned to pat Lydia’s hand as if to say “that’s enough, don’t go too far.” He was really relieved that Bryce had chimed in at the conversation before it went too far. It wasn’t really his place to say anything anyways, but it was definitely getting tense and not in the way he was thinking it would be.

lydia b.

Lydia met Haley’s stare, not backing down. She knew she still had some sort of resentment towards her mother, something she was still working on. “Sorry Dad,” she turned back to her food.

AJ could feel the tension between mother and daughter and he felt bad...he wish there was something he could do to make the situation easier. But instead he took another bite of his food and exchanged a look to Lydia to see if she was okay

lydia b.

Lydia avoided AJs eyes and finished up her plate, “thank you for food AJ but I think it’s time we get going, Haley’s flight is in three hours so I need to get her to the airport. You’re more than invited to come visit in Wilmington.”

Bryce nodded his head towards the two and put his plate over Haley’s empty plate.

AJ knew things weren’t going the best at the moment so he opted to finish eating. “Absolutely! Thank you for stopping by again, it was a pleasure to meet you both,” He smiled widely. “I’d love to visit Wilmington someday if Lydia’s down for it,” He looked over to her with a smile. “I can take these to the kitchen and give you all a moment,” he nodded.

lydia b.

Lydia nodded her head and kissed his cheek, before turning to her parents. “Thank you for meeting AJ, I know you weren’t the best of fans for Parker, but AJ is different and I’m hoping that you will see that.” Bryce messed up Lydias hair and smiled, “So far I can tell he cares a lot for you and as your mom pointed out that he clearly loves you by the way he looks at you. I’m just happy that you’re happy, you finally met someone who can show you how to love.” Lydia felt her eyes well up at those words before wrapping her arms around his waist and nodded her head. “I love and miss you dad, I’ll come by to visit soon.”

AJ smiled and kissed Lydia’s cheek before grabbing the plates and heading into the kitchen to clean up. He headed back into the dining room and overheard some of the conversation as he grabbed the remaining left overs and saw the precious moment she shared with her and her dad as he headed back to the kitchen. He was glad things worked out the way that they did, and that’s what mattered most.

lydia b.

Lydia seen her parents out the apartment, accepting the hugs and kisses on her face from both parents, still a little stiff from Haley but allowed her mom to give her affection. Shutting the door behind them and sighed, before making her way back into AJs apartment, help clean up the table and walked into the kitchen to place the remaining dishes in the sink. “Well that went okay...minus the jab I threw at my mom.”

AJ had finished cleaning up most of the dishes and put away most of the plates and the food, only leaving a few things behind, unintentionally, but he was very grateful that Lydia had come in to help. "Yeah, I'd say so...but whew...that was...a hard jab. I didn't know that happened, actually, babe," He put a dried his hand with a paper towel and put his hand on her cheek. "You okay?"

lydia b.

Lydia leaned into his touch and nodded her head, she stayed silent as she listened to her thoughts that were racing around. Part of her wanted to sabotage the relationship between her parents but she also didn’t want to mess up the peace her parents made. “Sorry for that...it’s just...there’s still unsolved resentment towards her, something I’m slowly working on but...I also don’t want too...you know?”

AJ let Lydia take her time. He could tell that there was a lot on her mind at the current moment, so he'd be there for her until she was ready to talk about it. "I understand. I remember you mentioning you and your mom had a rocky relationship, I just didn't realize how rocky," He said. "It's hard to forgive and forget, you know? Things like that take time, but you gotta do what feels best for you, and for your dad, okay?"

lydia b.

A soft sigh escapes as she shrugged, “my dad is always going to be hopelessly in love with her.” Lydia said sadly before shaking her head, leaning to kiss the inside of his palm that was near her face. “Besides, I can’t believe you said those sort of comments when you know it turns me on.”