oh lord. well, I’ll definitely give it a go, at the very least.
From the moment they got in the car, Derek’s expression has remained somewhere between stoic and furiously anticipatory. He looks like a man steeling himself for battle—though maybe if he prepared this much for the fights he got into, he wouldn’t lose every single one of them. Not that she’d ever tell him that. Well, not again, anyway.
I’ll let you pick, either Stiles/Isaac or Lydia/Cora and something to do with tangled Christmas lights ?
oh, those poor souls.
let’s go with Stisaac, since writing dialogue for Lydia is exhausting as fuck.
"No, I get why he’s making you redo the tree,” says Isaac. “But why do I have to help?”
"Because it’s—" Stiles looks around, then hisses, "It’s your fault I was in a hurry to get done! With your—look, are you gonna help me out or not?"
For an infuriating moment, Isaac seems to consider this, looking from the tree to the boxes of decorations, humming thoughtfully. Eventually he shrugs.
"Yeah, I guess."
"I give up."
"Stiles, it’s been five minutes."
"Yeah, five minutes of trying to untangle this!" He holds up the mess of lights. "Look at that! It’s like a hydra, but with knots! Untie one, and two more just appear!"
That is ABSOLUTELY WITHIN THE REALM OF MY ABILITY, anon~ (at least in theory, I mean)
"Her mom’s out of town, so I figured it made sense to drop her off here instead," says Allison.
"Excuse me, I don’t need a babysitter—"
"What happened?" Derek asks, ignoring Lydia’s protests.
Allison cringes. “She got sick at Denny’s.”
"I did not!" Lydia cries.
"Oh, honey." Allison rubs her friend’s shoulder soothingly. "You puked on the waiter."
"Allison, did you look at that menu? You would’ve thrown up, too.” She opens her mouth to continue, but coughs violently into her sleeve instead.
Derek and Allison both give her sympathetic looks. She responds by glaring defiantly.
I’m like genuinely surprised by how many times I’ve seen this exact prompt floating around the Dydia tag
people love them some aggressive virgins, man
"That went okay." She looks sideways at Derek, whose eyes are already closed. "Sleeping after sex? Do you have to be such a stereotype?"
"Not asleep," he says groggily. "Just relaxing. What were you saying?"
"You know, when people tell girls about sex, they always talk about how much it hurts," she says. "I’m just not convinced."
He laughs. With him lying on his front, it makes his whole body shake. “I think that’s only supposed to apply to virgins, Lydia.”
After a beat, she furrows her brow, turning all the way onto her side to look at him.
"I know," she says. "Are we not on the same page here?"
"Apparently not." His eyes open and he looks at her curiously. She’s never seen him this unguarded. "What are you talking about?”
"Knitting," she deadpans. "You really didn’t know I hadn’t had sex before?"
I’m still not sure how to write Lydia but AHAHAHA OH WELL
"Okay, so let’s go over this one more time," says Stiles. "You two woke up yesterday hearing voices, and you figured out you could read minds."
"Mmhm," says Lydia. She continues braiding her hair and mentally reciting the periodic table in an attempt to distract herself from the whirlwind of noise in Stiles’s head.
"And it’s only you guys."
"And no one has any idea what started it."
"Stop that," Derek says abruptly, looking at Stiles like he wants to punch right through his face.
Stiles looks taken aback. He blinks several times, shooting Derek a confused look.
Without looking at either of them, Lydia lets out a snort of laughter.
"I can see what you’re imagining, and if you so much as look at my sister again I will gouge out your eyes,” says Derek.
STISAAC ALL DAY EVERY DAY yes good
but yeah I’m incapable of writing snippets so this is just basically an entire fic
I apologize to the universe
When Isaac sits down in the chair across from him, Stiles doesn’t even look up from his homework. He almost has the unit circle memorized, and once he’s done with that he just has to practice filling it in as quickly as possible, and if he gets it in under three minutes—
"I need you to do me a favor," says Isaac, quiet even for a library.
"Can’t, busy," Stiles mumbles. Negative one half, negative root two over two… Shit, no, root three over two. He erases it hurriedly and writes over the smudge.
"It’s kind of important," says Isaac.
Stiles glances up for just a second—noting that Isaac is not maimed or bleeding or otherwise injured in any way—before returning to his horrific math circle of hell.
Ahaha, this trope. Oh man. Let’s see what I can do.
"I told you coming here was a bad idea."
"Shut up," says Stiles, searching his pockets with his free hand.
Isaac watches, unimpressed. “You know, if you’re looking for something to pick the—”
"Nope," Stiles cuts in. "Already figured out there wasn’t a lock."
"All right, just making sure you weren’t being an idiot," Isaac drawls.
"Yeah, thanks for the vote of confidence."
for you and me, there’s nowhere left to hide
except you and me, there’s no one else alive
They don’t ask for much; just some peace and quiet while they hunt paranormal creatures. After all, the only thing better than traveling the country with your girlfriend is killing monsters with her, right?
Too bad that all goes to shit when Lydia gets possessed and goes on a killing spree.
Try as she might, Allison can’t quite cover Lydia’s tracks. All she can do is hope to find a solution before the other hunters catch up—before the thing inside Lydia gets bored.