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Prompt: "Stiles, you're so smart I could kiss you!"

right here my dude, thank you for the prompt! 

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Stydia - Short one shot w/prompt

You’re a smart one

They didn't know what they were doing. Did they ever, when faced with a new supernatural threat, know what they were doing? One thing was for certain... neither Stiles or Lydia had a plan. Nor did they know anything about the opponents and how they worked. As Stiles had put it earlier, they were royally fucked. Said dark haired boy paced up and down his bedroom, chewing on the pad of his thumb as he went. The redhead sat slumped on the mattress, forest green irises following the boy's scattering movements with growing anticipation and irritation. "Stiles, do you want to burn a hole in the ground with all your pacing?" Lydia snapped, wringing her own hands together. The young man stopped short, offering her an apologetic smile. Ordinarily Stiles would have snapped back with a witty remark, but he knew they only reason she was acting like this, was because this was her way of coping with being on the edge. "Any ideas popped up in that genius head of yours?" He questioned with a weak chuckle, tapping her temple lightly with his index finger as he plopped down next to her on the bed. Lydia remained silent, shaking her head slightly so her fiery curls swung with the movement, lips pursed in deep thought. Heaving out a sigh, the boy with raven tresses allowed his upper body to flop down fully onto the duvet, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes in exasperation. The heavy movement brought the banshee out of her trance, shifting her gaze to scan over his lying, though tense form. "What you thinking?" The girl inquired, joining him by gently lowering her torso down to lie next to the plaid clad man. "That we have never been this clueless before and that I have no idea how to get us out of this." He spoke, voice muffled through his hands that still clutched his face. Lydia nodded, though knowing he couldn't see her physical agreement. "You're not the only one. We've beaten crazed alphas, kanimas, darachs, a pack of alphas, nogitsunes, and God knows what else. Why are these killings so hard to decipher?" She mused, more to ponder herself then to inform the mole dusted boy who groaned in frustration next to her. "I don't know." Stiles admitted, finally bringing his hands back down to lay on his stomach. "They make it so much harder as we go. Like bosses on video-games. I don't remember agreeing to this." He grumbled bitterly, brows furrowing. Letting a little snicker leak past her lips, the girl stared up at the ceiling. "None of us did Stiles. But whether you asked for it or not, Beacon Hills needs us." "Yeah well," The young man mumbles, staring at the ceiling with her. "they might need us, but what I need is to get into the minds of the killers, really see where they're coming from, you know?" He began to ramble, his strawberry blonde companion frowning at his strange statement. "Maybe if we just, really think about their motive, why someone would drain bodies of blood, for a ritual perhaps? A ritual where you need the blood of six virgins and a cat, red wine in a goblet so you can call out to your satanic demon master by drinking the blood of the innocent-" "Wait, drain?" Lydia interrupted, shifting her head to narrow her eyes at the muttering boy. "Yeah all the bodies found were completely void of blood. Maybe it is a ritual you know, darachs making a comeback. Maybe they feel like they didn't impact us enough." He bitterly pondered, whiskey orbs still towards the sky. Lydia's brain began to race, information piecing together from this one statement, propping herself up on to her elbows to properly scowl in thought. "Oh my God." She whispered when it finally clicked into place, emerald eyes widening as she sat up fully, jumping to her feet. "What?" Stiles queried, baffled at her sudden movement and pulling himself up to sit and watch her walking. "Hey, look who's pacing now." He snorted, teasing the girl with a fond smirk. "The bodies, the bodies, did they have any marks on them? Like puncture wounds?" She questioned, ignoring his joking around, prompting him with her gesturing arms. "Melissa said the bodies they had checked so far were pricked, perfect incisions." He informed her, sat ignorant to the thoughts that shot through the girls brain. "Oh my- Stiles!" She exclaimed, voice growing in volume, tone brightening by the second along with her eyes that latched onto his own. "Stiles, you're so smart I could kiss you!" She announced giddily, excitement of actually getting somewhere buzzing around her petite form. "I-a-well, um I don't really know what I said but, um-" He flailed, cheeks burning as blush crept across his pale skin. Realization of what she just uttered sobered up the banshee, mouth clamping shut in embarrassment as her own cheeks rouged. Kiss him? Now that was a statement if there ever was one. "Vampires." She blurted out to fill the growing tension. "Excuse me?" Stiles fired back, cocking a dark brow in her direction. "The creatures, draining the blood. They're vampires." Lydia shared, now feeling more then a little ridiculous by her deduction. "Vampires?" He questioned skeptically. "Oh come one Lyds, you're not back into Twilight, are you?" He groaned mockingly. "Because I don't think I can stand Edward Cullen obsessed Lydia. It's modern day Martin, it was not depicted as a healthy relationship. Unless you were more of a Jacob fan. He wasn't much better." "What? No, shut up you doofus." She tutted, slapping his arm lightly to be rewarded with a crooked grin. "Just, think about it. They're drained of blood, every body unscathed except a precise incision. Fangs, maybe? They're random killings, not done for 'sport' but for food. If looking for 'food', a pattern between the victims wouldn't exist." She reasoned, taking a step closer to the brunette young man. Stiles rose both eyebrows, but didn't object. "Well... Scott is a werewolf so what the hell do I know? Why wouldn't there be blood sucking creatures of the night." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Its the best we've got. I guess we consult the bestiary and then Deaton. That guy has got to know something at least." Stiles proposed, the redhead nodding earnestly, slightly smug at his automatic acceptance. As he moved to grab a hoodie, the girl interjected him, the boy cut short with a bewildered look. Before she could mull over it a second longer, the strawberry blonde stood on her tip toes to place a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth, touch as light as butterfly wings. The dark haired man's heart soared, breath quickening at the affectionate touch. The moment hung in silence, Lydia still a hairsbreadth away from his almost quivering lips. "I told you." She breathed out against him, her breath washing over his red hot cheek, every hair standing on end. Before he could retort, react or even blink, the banshee had turned on her heel, snatching her bag from the bedroom floor to exit the room, floral skirt swinging and auburn waves bouncing as she went. And Stiles was still frozen. "Come on Stilinski, we have a town to save." She called out. If Stiles didn't know any better, he would have said he could her laughter in her voice. Yanking the hoodie down over his head, he shoved his arms through it to pluck his car keys off of the desk to fumble after her. What a cruel, cruel woman. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Guess who hasn't been here in ages... But I'm back! Finally finding time to write some more. This was prompted by a lovely anon so thank you very much! Just a quick one shot, just to get the ball rolling again. Don't even ask about the villain choice, I was lost for ideas so I thought it would be a curve ball. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!

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feminism never taught me to hate men but it did help me realize that i shouldn’t prioritize them over women & it turns out that alot of men consider that to be hatred lmao.

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anyone got any fic prompts for me? need some inspiration, help a bud out?

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“Nina might not be able to put you back, you know. Not without another dose of parem. You could be stuck like this.” “Why does it matter?” “I don’t know!” Jesper said angrily. “Maybe I liked your stupid face.” 

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i weaved stars into her hair, filled her mind with constellations, and took her on an adventure across the universe. we were wild and young. we had nothing but time in our hands. but time passes and the wild can be tamed and youth fades. i ran across the stars, across the nebula, into blackholes, and she stayed in the same place. she settled for her galaxy and i’m still looking for my universe.

girls i fell in love with iii (aavillainess)

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newt scamander // for @slytheringsnape

we’re going to recapture my creatures before they get hurt. they’re currently in alien terrain surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet; humans

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“ She fell asleep thanking her lucky stars that she had found      a secure place to exist.         He lay awake, grinning over the fact that his fate                           intertwined with the fire haired beauty who 

             dreamt just opposite “

~ Stydia series, chapter one here, written by your-peach-tea-princess

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Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via beckisbookshelf)

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I am a phoenix, watch me fall watch me burn watch me rise.

mywritingstory (via wnq-writers)

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BUT YOU’RE MY ROOMMATE

CHAPTER ONE ~ Home comforts and Budding Friendships

After a refill of steaming liquid energy, the two new roommates had shared moments, memories and information throughout the hours. Stiles used to live with his best-friend from their young years, Scott McCall, who had recently moved in with his girlfriend Allison Argent. They lived a couple blocks down and had been together since high school. It was sickeningly sweet, and Stiles had assured the redhead that she would be meeting them soon. The freckled boy originally lived with his father who was sheriff of his childhood town, still there but now living with Scott's mother, who had married a few years back. Though Melissa McCall wasn't the Sheriff's first wife. "She's not with us anymore. She passed when I was a kid. I don't really like to talk about it." He shut down, picking at the ceramic mug. Staying quiet, Lydia nodded once to signify that she understood. It was, of course, a sensitive subject. He wasn't about to share it with a girl he hadn't known for more then a day. He was in the NYPD training as a Junior Detective, taking after his father. Lydia bulked at this information, narrowing apple green orbs as she imagined the boy in that setting. He must've had an intelligence and knack for the world of crime if he was training with the NYPD at such a young age already. "I'm still a junior, so it's not like I'm in the big leagues yet. It's still very much just running for coffee." The brunette admitted, brushing it off with a sluggish shrug. "So what about you? What do you do?" Stiles inquired, leaning forward onto the breakfast bar as the cup warmed his hands. "Er... I want to do photography. I'm taking a course at Parsons The New School." Lydia explained, clenching her jaw. "My mom wanted me to go into mathematics, or anything academic. But, it's just not something I want to do." She watched the dark haired male out of the corner of her eye, his whiskey irises lost in the liquid of his coffee as he stared down. "Photography huh... got any pictures?" He questioned, lifting his gaze from the cup to her own waiting eyes. They were a deep colour, a melted caramel with flecks of chestnut, framed by expressive brows and dark lashes. They were mesmerizing. Lost in the molten malt for a second, the strawberry blonde blinked rapidly to get out of her head, shifting further from his form. "Yeah... yeah! I'll just grab my camera." She stammered, tripping off the stool with a whispered curse, apologising before she hurried to her room. Once she was hidden by her walls, she exhaled deeply, bringing a hand to hold her forehead. What the hell was that? She was Lydia Martin, Lydia freaking Martin who could wrap a guy around her little finger in minutes. And now she was falling over because of one look from a pair of pretty eyes? Ridiculous, positively moronic for the petite ginger to get so flustered over something so trivial. She lived with the guy for crying out loud, she would not get involved with him that way, let alone entertain the idea. Mentally hitting herself, the young woman searched through her hand bag to lift out her camera, protected in it's case. What the girl didn't know, was that Stiles was currently sat in a stupor of his own, perching with his mouth slightly parted as the forest green of her hues and her plump lips stuck to his brain like super glue. She had to be one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. As well as considering what she had shared about her academic abilities, she was most likely pretty intelligent to boot. Throwing his arms and eyes to the ceiling, Stiles shoved the thought away, shaking his head violently. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was his roommate, his roommate. Deluding himself with those thoughts was by far one of the dumbest ideas he had had yet. And he'd had his fair share of failed plans. She returned with a case in her small hands, taking her seat once more as she took out the device. "These are just a few personal shots. Family, friends, home. Just stuff for fun." She stated, loading the pictures to pass to him. Gulping and praying he didn't drop the expensive looking piece of equipment, Stiles began to flick through the photos. "Woah," He started, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping as he continued viewing. "You're so good." He complimented sincerely, stopping on a particular shot as his knee jogged. "Who's this?" Lydia leaned over to peek, grinning when she saw the one he stopped on. "That's Kira. She's my best-friend." Stiles scanned over the picture once more, smiling at the capture of the Asian girl's laughter, lines of happiness creasing at her eyes and nose as she giggled freely, sporting a comic strip tee. Her smooth, dark hair was frozen mid cascade over her shoulder, teeth gritted as she attempted to keep it in. "Pretty." "She's stunning. Her mom's Japanese and her Dad's Korean. She's insanely good at martial arts and she's studying history in Chicago." The redhead provided, leaving the boy in silence as he carried on flicking through. "Wow... remind me to stay on her good side." He muttered, knees now flapping as he looked. "You're definitely talented." Stiles commended, offering back the camera once he had circled back round. "However I do have to say, I know nothing about photography. But considering you got into one of the top schools, you've gotta be good. That and your pictures are nice to look at." Lydia took it back, cheeks rouging in blush at his comment and letting out a titter. "Thank you, even if you do know nothing about photography." She teased, drumming her fingers on her empty mug as silence fell upon them once again. Stiles fidgeted with no sound to fill the space, puffing out his cheeks while he thought of something to say. "Well I'm going to head to the shower, I think. Wash the drive off me." Lydia cleared her throat, standing to place the cup in the sink. "Er, yeah sure, go ahead. I'll be here, roomie." He jestered flatly, a deflated chuckle escaping his lips. With a small laugh sounding from the girl, she pinched petals together as she exited the room, scurrying to her own space to click the door shut behind her. Slapping a hand to his face, Stiles flailed his arms around at his dorky comment, putting his mug with hers as he skirted around the counter to flop onto the sofa. Did he just say... 'roomie'? Freaking 'roomie'?! God, could he be goofier? Grumbling to himself, the raven locked man stood to press the consoles 'on' button, settling down to slay a few dragons on a medieval platform. Once in the safety of her own walls, Lydia allowed herself to giggle at his joke, pushing off the closed door to find her washing products. Snatching up some fresh clothes, the strawberry blonde wrapped everything into her towel before tapping out a text to a certain female. "Here and safe. Met the roommate. He's... interesting" It only took the auburn haired female to walk to the bathroom for the Taekwondo Queen to text back. "Oooo, do tell. Interesting as in strange, or interesting as in FIT?" Scoffing at the other woman's brash question, she typed back a reply before she left the phone face down on the side, locking the door behind her as she peeled off her knitted jumper and skirt, jumping under the hot spray. "Interesting as in interesting. I guess you could say he's... attractive looking." Sighing contently when the heat eased her aching muscles from the long journey, the genius washed her fire laced curls with lavender and scrubbed her body with lemon. After ten minutes under the water, Lydia stepped from the shower into the steaming room, twisting her waves on top of her head as she towel dried and re-dressed in a comfy sweater and jogger shorts. She checked her phone, only to roll her eyes at the message back.

"So he's hot. Fantastic, looks like you'll be getting lucky soon ;)" Rubbing her tresses dry with her towel as she strolled back to her room, Lydia replied to the all too eager Kira. "Don't be so crude. He's my ROOMMATE Kira. There will be no funny business in this apartment." Stopping only to fold her damp towel over a radiator, she sighed as her phone buzzed almost immediately. "Sure thing Juliet, I'll be the judge of that when I see how you interact. I've got to go to martial arts, say hi to the hottie for me ;)" Snorting out a laugh as she made a mental note to not tell Kira anything to do with Stiles ever again, the strawberry blonde padded into the living room to find Stiles smashing his thumbs down on a controller and his tongue sticking out as his character attacked on screen. "Hi." He greeted distractedly, keeping his focus glued on the screen as Lydia fell onto the couch next to him. "Hey." It was only when she sat down did Stiles actually register her presence, a heavenly smell of citrus and something else engulfing him. Inhaling automatically, Stiles made quick work of killing the bandit to glance over to the girl. She was squeaky clean, hair still damp as it glowed like an ember, swamped in a baggy grey sweater and sunset orange shorts which showed her porcelain legs that stretched for miles. Her skin was still flushed from the heat of the water, a pretty pink undertone to it. With eyes popping out of his sockets, Stiles snapped his attention back to the screen to un-pause the game. "G-Um-good shower? Find everything alright?" He queried. Holding back a titter at his stammering, Lydia watched the game unfold with him. "Yeah, good thank you." She replied, not sure what to say from there. They sat in awkward silence as Stiles played for a few moments, his character repeatedly smashing their sword down. "Want a go?" Stiles invited, offering her the controller when the enemy was defeated. "What?" The redhead responded in a mutter, staring at him wide eyed. "But I've never played." Lydia admitted, shifting her eye line onto the technology in Stiles' hand like it would grow tentacles and latch on to her. "Here, it's easy." He promised with a quiet chuckle, shifting so she could sit closer to the screen and passing her the controls. Accepting his offer tentatively, the girl took a deep breath, wrapping her dainty hands around it. "Now, these buttons are used for play, so Y is jump and B is the character menu. And this is the camera angle, and this trigger here is to sprint..." He explained to the red haired beauty, pointing out everything with his finger and demonstrating on screen with his avatar. Lydia listened intently, eager to get the hang of this, blaming her inner competitive nature that came as a package deal with the intelligence. He smelt of mint and deodorant, whiskey orbs flitting quickly from the screen, to the control, and back to her own eyes to make sure she was keeping up. And all Lydia could do, was stare right back. Blinking a few times to bring herself back to reality, she gave him a sharp nod. "And that's pretty much it... give it a shot." He welcomed with a hand, sitting back as she lent forward. She started off a little jumpy, taking her time in working out the buttons needed to be pressed. It was only when she was roaming the world and a giant attacked did she panic, screaming at Stiles to help her. "I don't understand! I'm hitting him but he keeps smashing the ground and my health goes down?" Rushing back from grabbing the pizza menu in the kitchen, Stiles launched himself at the couch. "The trick is to stay out of the hit! He's more of a long range weapon. Get out your bow." He instructed, pointing at the screen. "This is ridiculous, a ricochet on the earth wouldn't hurt me!" She continued to bellow, laced with Stiles' laughter as she ran the character around, avoiding the giant in vain. Soon it was too much, and the player ran out of health. Huffing in frustration, the strawberry blonde tutted and dropped the controller into her lap as her arms crossed. "It's a stupid game any way." She grumbled with a pout, tapping a finger on her forearm. Trying his best to hide his snigger, Stiles carefully plucked the control from her lap. Better then her remembering and flinging it at the TV. "Well, that's kind of the point. But you improve with practice. Once you get quick at the controls and become more familiar with the way the game works, it gets easier." He promised, though she held her pout in silence. This time letting his chuckle out, he waved the menu in front of her face. "How about we order pizza for a break, and then we come back to this?" The girl sat in a few more moments of silence, eyes locked onto the menu. Without uttering a word, she nodded, arms dropping in defeat. Grinning at his triumph, the dark haired boy pushed in the number. "What's your order?" "Hawaiian with olives." Pausing before he pressed the call button, Stiles turned to her. "That's disgusting." "It's amazing." She argued back. He opened his mouth to speak, until her own voice stopped him. "Trust me." With no further questions, he placed the order. The two wolfed down their hot meal like a couple of hungry dogs, spending the night arguing over the game, excited as soon as they pressed on further when they worked it out together. The role of gamer was shared between tentative and awkward hands, stuttering a little when touch brushed in passing. They laughed and became familiar, chatting into the early hours of the morning, yawns and stretches parting them to retire into their own space. She fell asleep thanking her lucky stars that she had found a secure place to exist. He lay awake, grinning over the fact that his fate intertwined with the fire haired beauty who dreamt just opposite. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a week they worked around each other, sussing out their routine that they now shared. He left early in the morning as the dawn broke, returning late at night with tired eyes and a hungry stomach, staying conscious only to scoff down a microwave meal. She woke a little after him, setting off out into the surrounding world, mapping out her nearest library, coffee shop and the like. Her course wasn't due to start for another week. Most hours she spent lounging around the apartment, adapting to the ins and outs of their shared space. They worked seamlessly, Lydia often still up and curled on the couch with a book when he unlocked the door to slump in with a grunt of welcome. After the second day, the redhead began to compile recipes for her to follow, plucking up the courage to cook him an actual meal to come home to. That was until she some how set fire to pasta, squealing in terror of the flames, dousing the heat with the fire blanket. It didn't take long for Lydia to realise that she didn't have a natural flare in the kitchen. But she would be damned if she wasn't going to try. So, for the first week, those evenings were used as experiments in the baking and cooking field. A well needed practice for the petite woman. Until the weekend came. The raven haired man slept in on his day off, into the afternoon, grateful for the extra hours of dreamless sleep. The ginger female got up early for a hot cup of energy, reading up on the course as the apartment hung in silence. The strawberry blonde was spooning in fruit and yoghurt for lunch when a certain sleepy figure lumbered from his room. "Afternoon!" Lydia greeted brightly, taking a bite of peach. "Morning." He corrected and yawned in response, grabbing a glass of water to flop down next to her on the counter. "Not exactly morning when it's one thirty pm." She sing-songed, emphasizing the 'pm'. "It's my morning." They sat in silence as Lydia munched and Stiles gulped, waking up for the day. Stiles' mouth fell into an 'o' as he went to say something, before a vibration on the side had them both jolting in surprise. Muttering something under his breath, the boy plucked the phone from the surface, face dropping as he read the notification over and over again. "Ohhh no..." He whispered, frozen for a second before he lept into action. "THEY'RE COMING!" He bellowed, startling the redhead as he abandoned his glass to run to his room. "Wait, what? Who?!" Lydia called back, left in bemusement as she heard items beginning thrown in the other room. "Scott and Allison!" He called back, emerging from the minefield only to stare at her like a rabbit caught in headlights, arms flailing. A plaid shirt was half on over a t-shirt as jeans hung on his hips unbuttoned, golden eyes wild as his mused tresses. "Scott? Scott and Allison, as in your best friend and his girlfriend?" Stiles nodded furiously, scampering off into the kitchen to search the cupboards. "And that's a problem because..." The redhead ventured, coaxing a response out of his crazed state with gentle hand gestures. "Because," He began, whirling round to catch her gaze. "They'll be interrogating you, trying to see what you're all about. I mean, they're perfectly friendly and nice but, they will question your entire existence. And if they turn up," Stiles explained, heaving the fridge door open only to slam it shut again with disgust. "Isaac and Malia will most likely be with them. And I really don't think you're ready for them all to be in your life right now. And the only thing I have in the house it half a lemon, uncooked rice and a box of beer. Unless you count the tin of tuna." He rambled, starting to pace in the kitchen space as he scrubbed his face. Snorting out a laugh, Lydia stood to lean against the counter. "Okay, calm down. I'm the one meeting them for the first time not you. I'm only your roommate, I've been here for a week." "Exactly!" He fired back, rounding on her to point his two fingers forwards. "You shouldn't be subjected to this when you've just got here. I don't want them to scare you off, because- I dunno I- you seem nice, and you have no idea how hard it is to find a 'normal ' roommate." He burst. The girl contemplated his words with a purse of her lips, nodding once. "How do you know I'm normal?" She challenged with a smirk, not able to stop the tease as her arms crossed. Narrowing his eyes in her direction, the hyperactive young man held back his own smile. "Not funny." He remarked, though eased slightly by her calm exterior. What he didn't need to know, was that Lydia's heart was pounding at the prospect of having to impress four people today. "Also, just go to the store. Buy a few essentials, they'll never know." She advised, shrugging. "You don't understand, when they text that they're coming over, that means they left ten minutes ago, and they're five minutes from the apartment building. There's no time. And I can't leave you on your own with them when they're here to go food shopping. That would be throwing you to the lions." Stiles promised, fingers twitching. "Alright... then," The strawberry blonde let her arms drop, standing straight. "Lets do this." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Stiles wasn't lying when he said they would be there in five minutes. Lydia had excused herself to dress in loose fitting jeans and a blouse, ensuring she looked presentable, and by the time she had pushed her foot into the right sock, a knock echoed through the apartment. "Ready?" Stiles questioned, catching himself on her door frame, waves more disheveled then usual from running his hands through it in worry. Rolling emerald irises, Lydia shuffled out of her room to close the door behind her. "I'm meeting your friends, not your parents." She joked, only to wince slightly at the forward comment. "Ha ha." He offered in a monotone voice, going along with her witty remark. Taking a breath, the brunette pushed the handle down to open up to the guests. Lydia counted two heads from where she stood, standing on tip toes to see better over Stiles' towering form. "Hi!" A voice greeted brightly, female and ringing like a bell. The first to enter was a chocolate locked beauty, with a beaming smile and dimples to match. The woman dragged a tanned young man behind her, his own smile crooked and warm, dark eyes glinting as he flexed his uneven jaw in Stiles' direction with widened eyes. The taller boy only replied with a roll of his own eyes, clapping him on his back in greeting. "Hey man." Lydia guessed was Scott acknowledged. "You must be Lydia." The other woman indicated to the petite ginger with a grin. "I'm Allison, this is Scott." She gestured to the boy attached to her hand as they both remained just inside the doorway. "Yeah, hi! I've heard so much about you already." Lydia replied brightly, stepping forwards to shake both their hands. "It's lovely to meet you." Scott sincerely accepted, inclining his head towards her. "Where are tweedle dum and dee?" Stiles broke in with a bitter tone, shutting the front door to shove his hands in his pockets. "They'll be over soon," Allison explained, strolling into the space like a second home, wandering through the kitchen to peer into the fridge. "Didn't want to overwhelm poor Lydia here with everyone at once." Scott informed with a friendly wink in her direction, taking Allison's coat and his own to hang on the rack. "Stiles, this is gross. There's nothing in here!" Allison barked, huffing out a breath. Shaking his head, Stiles threw the strawberry blonde a look. 'Told you'. He mouthed, only to be batted by the back of Scott's hand. They glared at each other for a moment, before Stiles sighed to boar into the fridge along with the brunette female. "Of course there is! I've got your favorite. Half a lemon and beer. Have you changed drinks?" Tutting at his sarcastic remark, Allison pushed him away by his head, only to pull out a two beers. Passing one to her boyfriend, she cracked them both open in no time. "Want one Lydia?" Lydia wasn't the biggest fan of beer, being more of a fan of wines and spirits, though accepted with a sharp nod. "Sure." Soon they were all resting on Stiles', and now Lydia's, couch, each of them sipping on cold beer. Stiles was back in his dented spot on his video game with Scott watching over his shoulder, Allison sparing them one heated glance before she turned to Lydia. "So, Lydia. Tell me a little about yourself. What do you do?" "Don't tell her anything you don't want to. She maybe be a mastermind at interrogation and weaponry, but don't let her get in your head." Stiles commented without taking his eye line off the screen, only to screech when Allison pinched him. "Shut up Stilinski, I'm not being intrusive." Allison promised as Stiles scowled and rubbed the offended area. "Yet." Scott bravely muttered, met with a fiery glare. Both boys cowered, shifting away from the fuming female. "Love you." Scott cooed, pecking a chaste kiss on her cheek. Her expression sustained for a few moments, only to melt into a blush. Stiles was right, they were sickeningly cute. "I'm sorry but, you're a master of weaponry?" Lydia asked curiously with a cocked brow. "Yup, I'm in the police force with Stiles, in a different regiment but same building. We normally see each other buying bagels for the higher ups," She sighed, quirking her brows. "But we've all known each other since high school." "Yeah Stiles said. You're high school sweethearts." Lydia replied. "That's right." Allison confirmed with a nod and a warm smile. "Scott works at a veterinary down town." She indicated to the boy with her bottle, who turned his head to smile in acknowledgment. "Hope to open my own one day." He commented, pointing out a hidden path to Stiles on the screen. The redhead was surprised, not pinning the burly man as one for animals. But what did she know? Allison, the adorable female with the smile of sunshine was apparently a secret badass. "What's your line of work?" The brunette female queried, taking a swig of her beer. "I'm about to start a course in photography." "Interesting. You in to any other forms of art?" "Er," Lydia hesitated, taken aback by the rapid change in question. "I guess? I mean I sketch and paint a bit. But I'm more of a camera person." "You sketch?" Stiles piped up, three pairs of eyes turning onto the strawberry blonde. "Only a little. For myself. Nothing major." She dis-guarded with a wave of her hand. Accepting the information with pursed lips, Stiles continued to stare at her. "Another beer anyone?" He offered, breaking his glance as he spared the other two a look. Cracking open four more beers, the young adults quizzed each other about themselves, getting to know one another as a group. It wasn't until five in the evening that another knock resonated through the apartment, Stiles sighing as he went to answer it. "I know who this is." He grumbled as he went. Opening the door, the four inside were met with a pair outside who were bickering feverishly. "Well, that's not what I heard. And I have pretty damn good hearing." She challenged, with dirty blonde locks that cut just past her chin. The newest female propped her hands on her hips when she entered the space. Her long legs seemed to stretch for miles, sharp features striking as she stood confident in ripped shorts and knee high boots. She was gorgeous. The difference in attire was almost comical. With a scoff, Stiles shut the door behind them. "Hey guys-" "But you could have asked, there was nothing stopping you from making sure." The curled male snapped, yanking off his coat and scarf to hook up along side everyone else's. "Still sporting the scarf I see." Stiles muttered, glaring at the offending piece of material. Beside Lydia, Allison chuckled as Scott shook his head. It seemed, these two made a habit of arguing. "Fine. Maybe I could have asked. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." The girl clipped back, voice rising in volume. "That's not the poin-!" "GUYS!" Stiles bellowed over the top of their bickering, waving his arms in the air as if trying to attract attention from sea. A thick blanket of quiet fell onto the argumentative pair, both their gazes softening as they regarded Stiles. "Right, in case you were too blind to see, or too wrapped up in your heated discussion to notice, my new roommate moved in." He explained, gesturing to the woman who shrunk back under the attention. All eyes fell onto the redhead, Stiles' shining, apologetic over the sudden attack. Reassuring him with a small smile, the girl plastered on a grin for the audience. "Hi! I'm Lydia." She introduced. "This is Malia," Stiles began, referring to the tall young woman who nodded in return, "And that's Isaac." The new male beamed back. "Now," Lydia's roommate concluded, hands clapping together to clasp. "Who wants to get drunk?" -------------------------------------------- Hello lovely humans! Update with the official first chapter. Admittedly, this did take a little while to write and upload because life got in the way, but everything should be a tad quicker from now on. This chapter is still an introduction to some of the characters and the relationships that are yet to build. So, next chapter will start off as a good ol' merry session to get all the characters talking and interacting. And before peeps assume, no Isaac and Malia will not be a romantic relationship in this fic, I have other plans for Malia... it may involve a Korean-Japanese female... But, I do think that Isaac and Malia would have great interactions with one another so that's going to be a strong friendship, along with the other four so far. Also, bonus points to the people who worked out the video game they played was Skyrim. Thank you for taking your time to read this and I hope you enjoy!

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