#( lydia 001 )

[liu-yu]

with @lydiacaine

The trip to the BBC was a journey that Yu was starting to take more often these days and always around lunchtime. Ever since he had happened to bump into Lydia and further learning that she was a researcher and assistant at said broadcasting outlet, he had made rather a point of getting on her good side. It was always useful to have an 'in' in these sorts of situations. And while he would say he cared about her marginally, yeah, he was mainly just using her for her job. But she didn't have to know that.

He'd already set up his little breadcrumb trail online before heading to their lunch date. A couple of hacked servers to upload his own files there, some photoshop there. Just enough to get her on the right track after he had so generously given her a little bump in the right direction as he usually did. And only enough for someone to find if they were purposefully looking for them.

So, he had a smile on his face as he approached their usual bench just outside the BBC headquarters, setting down the lunch he had bought on the way over here for the both of them (it was his turn to buy, after all). Now all he needed to do was wait.

[rviner]

@ofwrxth lydia x nate - studio

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She's used to the 3am starts, and how it paints the world with a surreal tinge. How the lights in the studio seem ten times brighter because of it, and how everything seems like a crazed rush from the moment she's in the greenroom. But today, a simple mishap with her finger and the snooze button sees Lydia strolling into the studio fifteen minutes later than usual. She bypasses the fuss, handles it gracefully even as the roll around time is whizzed through to ensure everything runs smoothly. And as she walks to ready herself on the set, she can see Nate already there fresh as a fucking daisy. "Morning." Lydia comments, settling into the space beside him on the couch. Lydia, if you just angle a bit more towards him. "Thanks, Andrew. Will do." she remarks without glancing to the voice, her expression flattening as she angles her legs to Nate's with a slight smile. "Okay so, the dog shelter segment, I think we should be the other way around so it's me that's petting them. Dogs love me and I love dogs, so. It makes sense." a frown. "Actual dogs. Woof kind. Not..." Lydia waves her hand. "Don't start with me this morning."

[stylinskies]

— who: stiles and lydia // @girlwaiiled — where: lydia and allison’s apartment — when: a few weeks before allison comes home

“Where the hell are you?” Stiles called over his shoulder, letting the chicken sizzle in the pan in front of him. He wasn’t in his own kitchen, instead, holding court over the much better looking stovetop in Lydia Martin’s apartment. Stiles invited himself into Lydia’s life in a more permanent way a few months ago, groveling for weeks after the parking lot disaster — which was not his fault, thank you! — and finally filling Lydia in on the world that she was dragged into by Peter after she witnessed Jackson go from lizard man to werewolf. She knew everything now, and with her best friend and his best friend in this weird romantic limbo, he gravitated toward the strawberry blonde.  When Allison disappeared to France for the summer, it was almost like by default, he and Lydia would hang out. They lived close enough that getting coffee on a Saturday morning, or grabbing takeout and studying — case files for him, classwork for her — together felt almost logical. Like they should’ve been doing this the whole time. A thought he had a lot but never said out loud; he always knew that they’d work whether that be friends or something more. Which is why, when he was staying late at the office one night and scrolling through Instagram Stories, and he saw that she was showing off her girl dinner of microwave popcorn, he texted her immediately. That’s not fucking food — I’m cooking for you this weekend.  However, he probably should’ve been a bit more specific. Cooking with you would’ve been better, since Lydia seemed to think she didn’t have to help. “Your kitchen isn’t set up right,” Stiles groaned, opening another cabinet in hopes of finding a cutting board. “Get out here!” The scrabbling of paws preceded the sound of Lydia entering the room and as he turned around to look at her, he tried to stop himself from staring. She looked relaxed and comfortable here, and Stiles doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more beautiful than that. You’re just friends. He reminded himself internally, as he busied himself with pulling ingredients out of the reusable grocery bags on the counter. Just. Friends. “Amazing, you’re here. You get to chop the vegetables.” He said with a grin, thrusting a floret of broccoli at her like a bouquet of flowers.

[mccallsmemaybe]

WHO ― @girlwaiiled

WHEN & WHERE ― feb. 23rd afternoon, lydia & allison's apartment

He could've swore she had a shirt on when she left that morning. Then again, he could've been reeling from the fact that he'd just slept with the love of his life ( which he'd never thought would happen ever again ) to notice what she was wearing. He hardly remembered what day it was at that point. The shirt caught his eye when he was getting dressed after his shower. He was going to go meet Derek who insisted on talking to him about something to do with all the crazy stuff that had been going on around town. Might as well make a detour over to Lydia and Allison's to drop it off before someone found it and asked question.

It wasn't until he was at the door that he realized it had been a couple of months since he'd been there. Also that he may not have thought his plan all the way through. Mostly when he was staring at Lydia Martin and not Allison, twisting a shirt with his mouth half open. ❝Uh― is, um, is Allison here?❞ He held up the shirt after he stuttered a couple more times at the redhead. Not doing much for his image of complete moron at the moment. Nor was it very subtle. ❝I was just going to, uh, um, return her shirt.❞ Shit, Scott, why would you have her shirt? That makes doesn't make sense. You're not supposed to be hanging out together at all, right? ❝That she left, um, before she left―❞ his mouth kept moving trying to make new words come out. ❝I mean, before she went to... away. She, um, left it at my place. Yeah.❞ He nodded, fairly sure he was nailing it despite being the worst liar in history. ❝I thought she might want it back.❞

[argentisms]

STARTER FOR -- @girlwaiiled | lydia & allison WHEN + WHERE -- early january, lydia & allison's shared apartment

Needless to say, she couldn't be more grateful for Lydia. Her best friend had been nothing short of a rock, keeping Allison grounded despite her best efforts to self destruct. The apprehension about coming back to Beacon Hills quickly dissolved the moment the two reunite. She'd held onto Lydia like a life line when the red head came through the front door, finding herself able to breathe easier now that they were in their shared home together. Stiles had been nice enough to pick her up from the airport (Purely because Lydia had class and her dad was driving back from San Francisco) and help haul her suitcases up the stairs -- But the obvious elephant in the room made it difficult for her to relax her shoulders and have a conversation that went past talking about the weather and a movie he'd seen recently.

It was nothing like this -- Curled up on the couch with take out from her favorite Italian spot, nursing her second glass of white wine while Lydia caught her up on all that she'd missed. In true Lydia fashion, the other woman had made a full power point presentation, complete with pictures and annotations. Allison expected nothing less from her best friend, grateful to have all of her questions answered before having to ask them. The slide regarding Derek and Peter Hale had her downing the contents of her glass. "Is it bad to say I've been fantasizing about stabbing both of them for the last six months?" Allison admits as she pours another glass, knowing if anyone will get it -- It's Lydia. "This is great, by the way." She nods to the half empty wine bottle.

[spellbcok]

a closed starter for charlie weasley ( @mischiefxmuses )

"found you." lydia said, tapping charlie on the shoulder. she didn't expect to be playing hide and seek at this gala, but for the one second her eyes left charlie he disappeared in the crowd. "what do you say we go somewhere a little quieter?" lydia suggests, holding out her hand.

[cursivebloodlines]

Closed starter for @fxcdboys | inspired by

Pining after an ex is not something Lydia had ever thought she would be doing. She had been burned before and she just about got through it, reinvented herself, and was better as a result. A better everything. This felt...different. Unlike Lydia. And yet she could not pinpoint why. Why him? Why was she so willing to throw away everything she believed in for another moment, why did her heart still ache for him? She supposed it didn't help that they seemed to be spending more time together these days... and last time, there was a moment. Well... almost a moment. And now they were here and...her mind was all over the place. As was her heart. Now they were stood in her kitchen, her fingers tracing random, aimless patterns in the counter. Her gaze rested on him, though she couldn't quite meet his eyes. She felt foolish, to say the least. "If we hadn't been interrupted that night," she spoke quietly, breathlessly, trying to ignore the way her heart hammered against her chest as she continued to speak. Inhale, exhale. "You were going to kiss me," Lydia stated matter-of-factly, ignoring the way her voice shook ever so slightly, berating the way it had. "And honestly? I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since...since you left," she trailed off, finally meeting his eyes with her own hues, as if waiting for the word to sink in, swallowing thickly.

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: @stayliquid for lydia hawke MUSE: aster roth, thirty. actor / male lead. dylan o'brien fc. PLOT: wildest dreams (our version)

The numbers didn't lie— there was no way Aster could find a way out of this contract without losing everything. Yet, every time he stood under the swelter of lights and had to take Lydia's hand, he believed it was worth everything as a means of giving it up. He dropped it from his grasp and turned to face the crew peeking through the shadows. "Absolutely not, I can't do this. This script is a shit show," Aster called out, cigarette that he was meant toss aside to kiss her brought to his lips instead. "In your wildest fucking dreams is that gonna happen."

[vvrcths]

where: london natural history museum when: mid-afternoon whom: @lydiacaine

All relationships had a purpose.

To most people, forming relationships kept them grounded. It gave them a point on any horizon on which to look at and know that there was an achor — a safe habor in the storm — and gave them something to work for. Someone to impress, someone to love, someone to learn about and grow with. People were inherently good and tried to improve one another's lives.

To Lucretia, forming relationships was a necessity. A habit that had to be learned over the years and is so practiced at this point to almost look natural. They tended to fall in one of several categories.

People from the Jolly Rogers tended to fall into tolerated in public and at least somewhat genial in private, when she could truly be herself and let go of the pretense of being proper and polite society's idea of normal.

There were people like Caleb who fell into a specific category of friendsly; those whom she had no issues with and, if she were a different woman, might be true friends with, but otherwise are more likely to get a call from Lucretia when she's bored and needs to be out in the public eye but too goddamn tired to deal with the debutantes and socialites.

There were people like Safiye, who were fascinations more than anything. The people she kept hold of because of some curious detail about them, however miniscule, that sparked an interest in her. A woman whose brain is built like Lucretia's tended to go at things like an anthropologist and she wanted to study that which made her question. She needed answers.

There was goddamn Javier.

Then there were people like Lydia. Innocent souls who radiated a sort of purity and kindness that made Lucretia, on a level that she would never admit, somewhat jealous of how they existed. They were bright spots in the world and though Lucretia hated bright spots, she needed some in her life to make sure that no one would think twice about this woman in regards to any of the heinous things she did. Which also mean that... these people were sort of protected.

She'd happened upon Lydia at an art gallery looking over traditional aboriginal art from Australia, an exhibit that Lucretia was forced to attend, and the woman had struck up a conversation. Right away, Lucretia knew it was going to be the way it was. No one could harm Lydia because she gave a certain note of compassion to Lucretia's socialite persona. She was a corner stone at this point, which meant that she literally would not let anyone harm or hurt her. It was as close as anyone could get to actually being friends with Lucretia, which is in and of itself an oddity.

More trips to museums and galleries and Lucretia had taken this young woman under her wing, using the practiced art of 'big sistering' that she had learned to satisfy her familial needs and modifying it so that every time she saw the other woman she could form the warmest smile, posture improving, arms opening for a hug and, yes, her ears lifting slightly with the intensity of her smile. She looks, to everyone who watched, like she truly loved Lydia.

So, that meant that when Lydia came through the doors to the Natural History Museum — a place they frequented often when the exhibits would change and a place Lucretia didn't hate because most of recorded history was a violent cesspool of trauma — the smile came on brightly, the arms opened, and she exuded affection, "Dia, my darling, I am so glad you're here. Its been a few weeks and..."

There was a pause so she could approach the other woman more closely. Anyone who knew Lucretia and watched this exchange would have a hard time proving it wasn't sincere, even...

[ravensrevcnge]

"They have filters and things, right? I imagine they've gotta work on smells. At least like, some?" Kara smiled a little, "I honestly have no idea how they work but I feel like I've been told they're magical. Though I don't think they're very cheap, either. But maybe it's worth it if it's bugging you so much." It actually bothered Kara a little that she seemed to be getting used to it herself. Though, granted, she'd been in the thick of it trying to help with the repairs, and her place was downtown, too. Desensitized. Better than having the stink in her nose to irritate her all day long, she supposed.

"We do have a mini mart," Kara said, "I think they're twenty-four-seven. It's a couple blocks up that way. But it's also..." Her head tips, trying to figure out the best way to put it. "Sketchy? You know those kind of places. I'm sure it's...fine, really. But I don't usually go there because for one thing their prices are hiked to high hell and it just feels weird when I'm in there. Maybe just that kind of open in the middle of the night, bright florescent lighting weird feeling. But if you're desperate, it's there. I can show you to it, if you like. Maybe there's a power in numbers over the weirdness?"

"Ah, well. Welcome to Raven's Peak. I hope despite our lack of late night shops you'll come to love it. I'm Kara."

In fact, she hadn't been there that weekend. Her co-workers had texted her about things happening but she was so busy getting materials for the house she'd forgot her phone most of the time. Her nose wrinkles at the idea that somehow the smell could be worse than this, but she does finally take note of downtown and nods. "Yeah. Yeah maybe I can try an air purifier." She speaks softly, a chill suddenly running down her spine. "I think they do. If they can remove humidity I'm sure they can do other things." A soft laugh as she refocuses herself. Lydia figures at least she isn't going crazy and this is something that will fade.

"Oh, yeah." A laugh. "I moved here from Chicago and I could get anything at almost any hour. It's super weird coming here actually... Feels almost like a ghost town sometimes."

[rviner]

@wilddwcrds lydia x madisyn - lydia's apartment

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"I mean...it does look kind of small." Lydia's head tilts as she watches her cousin flick through apartment photos. "But, you're not living in there, right?" she adds quickly with a note of optimism and a brief shrug of her shoulder. "I think for the sake of ticking a box on your to-do list, go for it." Lydia suggests with an encouraging tone, her finger raising to Madisyn's phone and swiping back a few pictures. "It's got a lot of sunlight, it seems bright in there! Mads, it's cute. And you'll have an agent, right? That rents it out to somebody? Perfect. No hassle, all you really need is your signature. No brainer." Lydia then declares, peeling away from her cousin to sit straighter. Of course, the age old question applies with Madisyn. Does she even want to do this or is she already bored? "Oh, but! Better news. Exciting news." she shimmies her hands for her cousin's attention, urging the phone to be over with. "I was talking to Tilly about getting you a segment on the show. Something to do with fashion. She's thinking about it because she said if we overcrowd the show with too many Kennedy names it apparently gives nepotism. Whatever. She'll come around, I'm sure."

[texecutioner]

the afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as they stood in the secluded clearing of the beacon hills perserve. a walk, they'd taken to calling it— a way to clear their heads. (more as a way to spend some time together alone. best friends needed time to themselves away from the ground sometimes too.)

@fevrals, allison: ❝ you know, i think the lines you’re afraid of are all made up. ❞

when allison's words are proclaimed and reach lydia's ears, the ginger can sense the tinge in her voice— it rests on the spectrum between determination and uncertainty, leaning towards the latter. they're enough for lydia to stop walking, on cloud sneakers coming to a skidding halt. ❝ made up? ❞ tilting her head slightly, expression a mix of contemplation and intrigue, she turns around.

❝ me being an apparent irish folklore banshee who is able to sense death before it happens, is a totally-okay line to be afraid of. last night, i found a dead body in the school gym's pool. i am coming across dead bodies in pools, allison. ❞

[spellbcok]

a closed starter for allison ( @vcndetta )

lydia turned away from the restroom mirror towards the sound of approaching heels behind her. "hey, would you mind helping me with this?" she asked, her mask in hand.

[that-innovational-artist-studioz]

TITH VOL IV: WATTPAD

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[spellbcok]

for charlie weasley. @mischiefxmuses — 2: characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore

lydia circled the pit in search of any hint of what they might find below. it was quite blatantly a trap, which was all the more reason the redhead was enticed by it. there didn't seem to be a ladder to get down, so there would be some difficulty, especially being unable to see what is at the bottom. but the banshee had an overwhelming feeling of needing to know what was at the bottom. after making her round and not finding anything out of the ordinary, she stopped at charlie's side. “please tell me you are just as curious to find out what’s down there as i am,” she inquired, casting a sideways glance in his direction.

[that-innovational-artist-studioz]

TITH VOL III: ANNOUNCEMENT

TITH VOL IV AUTHOR’S NOTE < Previous installment • Next installment > VOL III BOOK COVER

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