Friendly reminder that, before Liam held Hayden’s dead body, before Scott held Allison in his arms as she died, and before we saw how Derek had held Paige in his arms before giving her a quick death, there was Lydia Martin, who watched her first love die in front of her, not once…
but twice in the same night.
Lydia Martin who felt the death of her best friend that she tried to save
and the following night felt the death of her new boyfriend.
The girl who saw her banshee grandmother try to lobotomize herself…
The girl that heard her grandmother’s last breaths, trying to save her banshee granddaughter from her same fate of ending up alone and insane…
Before you talk about the poor babies losing their first love… don’t forget the girl who lost everything she loved.
Fml I’ve never felt worse, forgive me for I have sinned.
Request; Smut-ish Lydia and reader getting kicked out of the school Halloween dance for inappropriate costume and dancing maybe s little smut at like an after party or what have you
Warning; swear words, f/f smut
Happy Halloween! :)
I’ve changed this so it’s total smut because tbh it kinda just spiralled and it wouldn’t have been long without it. and i asked andgot an anon message asking for the full thing so here you go. don’t judge me omg, this is the first time writing like this. i named parts of the female anatomy, are you proud of me?
“Wow,” you breathed out as Lydia walked into your room with her costume. She was wearing a nurse costume that while reached mid thigh, showed a hell of a lot cleavage and she wore a set of high heels that made her legs look amazing. “Holy shit, when you said you had a costume for me, did you mean something like that?” you asked, taking in her appearance.
“Well, similar,” she shrugged before handing you a skirt, a white tee shirt and a pink jacket. “Dead pink lady?” she offered as you smiled before getting changed in her bathroom. The shirt was revealing, also low cut, and the skirt was a bit shorter than hers. You pulled the jacket on, which pulled attention to your boobs before you walked out, pulling the skirt down so it was at the desired length the school set. All they said was no tank tops, no showing of the mid section and mid thigh skirts or shorts. They said nothing about chest and cleavage, which gave Lydia the perfect excuse. Your black bra showed through the white material of your shirt, and as you walked out, Lydia looked up at you from her mirror where she was just applying lipstick. She had put white contact lenses in and had blood trickling down her lip which fit the same blood red lipstick she used She was also a greenish, grey colour, a little like ash, which added to the whole effect, her hair pulled back in a nurse headband.
“I quite like it, but isn’t it a little too revealing?” you asked, looking down at yourself.
“No way, it fits all the criteria,” she shrugged with a grin before walking over to you and guiding you to her chair. She sat you down before applying your make up to look like the perfect zombie pink lady, putting your hair behind a band, like hers. “There, you look hot,” she turned you towards the mirror and your jaw dropped a little at how different, yet still nice, you looked. You weren’t sure that this would be allowed, but you didn’t care. You felt confident, and Lydia knew it. You didn’t even look ‘slutty’ or anything. Sure it was a little revealing, but it was nothing bad. All it was, was that your legs were on show. The cleavage wasn’t even much, it was just the legs and the high heels that Lydia made you wear.
Walking into the party at school, you both caught a few stares, but ignored them, immediately going to dance. While doing so, you and Lydia has pressed yourself close against each other before you were grinding just like a lot of other teenagers around you. You turned and put a hand at the back of her neck, pulling her close to you, moving your hips in the same rhythm as her, your eyes concentrating on your constantly meeting hips as well as her cleavage as she smiled to herself at the fact that she made you pay so much attention to her. It was her plan all along, since even though you guys flirted a lot, you’d never done anything except kiss at one party before.
“Girls! Stop!” a teacher had called you out as you were just about to kiss, and then ranted at you for the inappropriate costumes.
This was how you ended up grinding in the same way at Derek’s loft where the school’s afterparty was held by Scott and the rest of the boys. Some had already made their way there instead of to school, so you weren’t alone.
“Did I mention you look smoking in that costume?” you asked Lydia over the music and she only smiled.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked, making you grin before you kissed her first, continuing to move your hips and she helped to slip your jacket off so that you tied it around your waist and pushed your own hands into her hair before she bit your bottom lip.
“Shit, Lyds why did you have to dress like that?” you asked, only just louder enough so she understood.
“To make you make a move,” she told you, letting you take in her smile before she had placed her lips on your neck and you let you head fall back before you had enough of this, and pulled her to a room upstairs. Finding a room with no one in, you finally closed the door behind you and locked it before Lydia pulled you to the bed and you sat down on it, letting her straddle you as she kissed you, hard, meshing teeth and tongue together as your hands pushed her back to you. He chest pressed against yours as she took the jacket from around your waist, throwing it onto the ground and you then felt her unbutton her own shirt.
“Take care of me, nurse?” you asked as he giggled but agreed, revealing her white bra, which you dove into, pressing kisses to her skin while she had her fingers in your hair, taking your headband off and letting it fly elsewhere. She let out constant moans, starting to move her hips as you licked, sucked and massaged her breasts, taking in her praises as she urged you to carry on.
“Fuck, Y/n,” she gasped as your hands travelled down to unbutton her dress all the way before you opened it, revealing her underwear as she let it fall to the ground with the hairband. She pushed your head back as she pulled your shirt off before attacking your jaw and neck with kisses, eliciting groans and moan from you too before her warm hand had slipped up your thigh and into your underwear, her fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit, drawing a gasp from you.
Pushing you to lay back, she climbed on top of you and pulled your skirt off, following it with your underwear, throwing both to the ground carelessly before she slid down your body to place kisses up your legs, working her way up before you let out a whimper. “Lyd-“ her mouth was placed onto your clit as she sucked, her finger tracing your slit and collecting your wetness before she pulled away and you looked down to see her licking her finger off.
“You taste so good,” she told you before climbing up your body and making you taste yourself, a finger diving into you as you gasped and pushed your boobs against her, making her bite her lip before she kissed you again.
It was all rough, not tender like you thought it would be. She knew what she wanted and you were happy to give it to her. He fingers constantly worked inside of you, curling and pushing in and out while one of your hands passed over the curve of her ass, pulling her into you while the other undid her bra in a swift movement, making her moan. You tugged at her underwear before she hit your most needed spot and you let out your loudest moan yet. “Lydia- I’m gonna-“
“Don’t,” she said, pulling her fingers away. You were left panting on the bed as she stood up and pulled her underwear down, the only clothing on either of you being your bra, but she left that on.
“Shit, that’s cruel,” you sighed out before she just lay above you, smirking, seeing you like that making her feel better already. She was already wet just from the sight of you, but you needed her to know what torture she put you through. Catching your breath, you rolled the two of you around before you placed yourself between her legs, making both of your cores slid against each other as you started moving.
“Fuck!” Lydia let out as you smiled to yourself, happy to see her in the position while you moved faster, reaching down to rub your clit more as she whined, doing the same as you. As you both released, you leaned down to kiss her once more before you both broke away with a few swears.
“Oh my God,” you sighed, falling back onto the bed.
“Holy shit that was amazing,” she told you.
“Good. I’m planning on repeating it sometime,” you said with a smile at the thought.
Summary: (Based on Ed Sheeran’s new song ‘New Man’). (Y/N) goes to a party and drunkingly calls Scott.
“Yeah Matt and I are going to Lydia’s tomorrow night. You?” I asked my friend loudly knowing that Scott was sitting on the other side of me on the next workbench.
“No I can’t! My parents have grounded me after they found out what me and Ian had been doing in our ‘study sessions’”. I laughed and looked behind me to see Scott looking at us. He quickly turns his head away and I smirk. “Anyway, hows your diet going? You look so good!”
“Oh, yeah. Um it’s great. I feel so energised!” I giggle trying to make it seem as real as possible. I felt so incredibly tired all the time and I just wasn’t in my right mind. “Matt and I have been hitting the gym like all day every day.” I could physically feel Scott rolling his eyes when he heard me. “Bells about to go.” I say as I check my phone. “I’ll see you Monday I guess. Have fun being grounded!” I wink at her as the bell rings and I walk off to my locker. On after grabbing my bag I accidentally bump into someone.
“Oh sorry! I- Oh hey Scott.” I smiled sweetly.
“Hey (Y/N). You look tired.” He says actually somewhat worried.
“Nah! I guess I’ve been working out a little too hard” I giggle.
“You can drop the act, (Y/N). I know you’re not happy.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I say with a monotone voice. “See you tonight” I say and walk out of the school.
“Hey babe!” I say as I get into Matt’s car holding my cider.
“Oi, watch the drink. Don’t spill it in the car.”
“It’s a cider Matt. Even if it does spill it’s not going to do anything.” I roll my eyes as he continues to talk about how expensive his car is and then goes on to talk about his training session. “By the way I love the dress. Can’t wait until tonight.” He winks and I cringe slightly.
We finally pull up at the party and I quickly get out of Matt’s car. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and we stride into Lydia’s. Immediately as soon as we get inside Matt leaves me and goes to play beer pong with his mates. I go over to where people are dancing and I start letting loose.
“(Y/N) are you ok?” I hear someone ask after I stumble and fall onto the table where the punch is.
“Yeah I’m flyinnnnggg” I smile.
“Come on, I think it’s time you go to bed.” The voice says and they lead me to another blurry figure who sounds not too happy about the idea of leaving early. Next thing I knew I was waking up in someone’s arms slightly more sober but not enough to have bothered to look at who was holding me. I suddenly was engulfed in a soft blanket and realised I was back in my room. I waited what felt like a few seconds and shuffled over to look at who had put me down but time must’ve gone faster than I thought because there was no one in sight. Then, out the corner of my eye I see my phone light up and I drunkingly grab it and drop it on my face.
“Ow” I whisper to myself before unlocking my phone and opening my contacts to text Matt that I’d gone home until I stumble across a much more interesting name. Scott McCall. I press on his name and after 3 rings he answers.
“(Y/N)? You’re still awake? Go to sleep.”
“Scoooooootttt. I miiiisss youuuu.”
“It’s too late for this (Y/N); I’m tired.”
“I miss you though Scotty. I miss the way you kiss me and the way you hold me… and how good you used to f-”
“I’m in the car with Stiles. Watch what you say.” He says jokingly.
“Do you miss me Scotty?” I heard a deep sigh on the other end and then felt a terrible feeling in my stomach. “Uh, oh.” I say and run off to go empty my insides into the toilet. I trudge back into my room and fall straight onto my bed, forgetting about the phone thats still sitting on my bedside table.
“I love you Scott.” I whisper as I fall into a dreamless sleep.
Monday at school I walk through the doors feeling as worn down as ever. Drinking on Friday night when I had barely anything in my stomach because of Matt and his stupid diet was a bad idea. I was just feeling better until I got a call from my friend yesterday saying she saw Matt hanging out with another girl and kissing her. I walked to my locker with my head down trying to hide myself from everyone.
“Hey, you okay?” I look up to see a worried Scott who got even more worried when he saw the way I looked. “Jesus Christ (Y/N)” He pulled me into an empty classroom and hugged me as I began to cry.
“Why are you apologising?”
“Because, we’re not together anymore. You broke up with me and I’m still dragging you down.”
“About that. I was wrong. I thought that I wasn’t capable of protecting you while I have… you know… all this going on” His eyes flash gold and I sniffle. “But I realised that what’s the point of having this if I can’t protect people. Especially those I love.” My head snaps up towards him. “Look, I know you don’t remember but on Friday you said some things and it really got me thinking. I miss you too. Although you’re with Matt now…”
“Not for long” I scoffed. “Long story, don’t worry.” We stood in silence for a moment until I felt a tingle in my heart.
“Can I have a hug? I’ve really missed you.” I mumble and Scott wraps his arms around me. I feel his heart beat and everything just feels right.
I’ll try to remember to edit this after I go do my chores but if I forget excuse any errors :) xx
This fic was inspired by a red paint shade called “Blue Aura,” by Behr paints. One night Lydia sleep walks her and when she wakes up she’s right next to Stiles. Stiles doesn’t seem too upset about it since this is the third time this has happened.
Genre: Romance, Angst, Comfort, Established Relationship
I told @slowburnotptrash my headcanon for the 6x11 opener so here’s my fixed version:
During a calm and quiet dark night in the town of Beacon Hills, Lydia Martins house stands peacefully strong. It’s the middle of summer and Ms.Martin had gone on a two week vacation with her friends. Lydia obviously used that to her advantage. Stiles stayed at her house every night, he even packed a suitcase and told his dad he was going on a small vacation of his own. It was their last night before Lydia’s mom would come back home. Stiles slipped his warm body over Lydia’s more smaller and fragile one. He leaves a trail of kisses from her tummy, to her breasts, up to her collarbone and to her neck as he finally comes up from under the covers. He has a firm grip on her right waist, as his left hand slides up and down the little dip in her bone structure. The red floral laced bra from Victoria Secret really complimented her radiant, beautiful skin. The moon light penetrating through her window blinds lit her skin at the perfect tone. Stiles took time to view every detail of her body; her perfect hour glass figure, her belly button that curved in, the strawberry blonde hair that rolled down in swirls to her breasts, her bony pelvis that acted as small Hills, but also the beautiful scars that remained. Stiles made sure to kiss every single one of those scars she had because they represented her strength, they were apart of her and she was his home so they were apart of him too. He finally reached her lips, with his nose pressed against hers. From what started with sweet slow kisses turned into this burning passion. They got into this kind of rhythm, and every hushed moment was broken by their heavy breathing. Lydia slid her hands under Stiles’ shirt, ripping it over his head faster than the steady pattern they had been following. Their bodies rolled around the bed heating the bed sheets up like they’ve just been pulled out of the dryer. Lydia was now on top of Stiles, both her thumbs pressed into the dimples of his pelvis. Her soft hand touched his chest, applying gently pressure as she slid down his abs reaching for his belt. The tip of his long middle finger dug into her spine and traveled up the long pathway to the clasp of her bra. With one small flick the surface of her skin was exposed. Stiles’ skinny hands surrounded her entire back, he rubbed circles from bottom up. Her back was so small he could hold her with the strength of one arm. She grips onto his cheeks with both hands and continues kissing him wildly. They roll over once more, the sting from the cold sheets cause Lydia to violently twitch awake. She looks to the right side of the bed and finds no one there. She could feel her lips still trembling as her shaky finger tips reach up to stop it, her smile begins to fade. Those long summer nights were truly over and she can’t stop thinking of all the love they had made. She reaches for her phone to dial Stiles from D.C. Hearing his sleepy voice answer the phone made her feel safe and warm. It was a different kind of warmth though, the kind that could overpower any cold sheets. She missed him so much.
And bang bang then the teen wolf theme song comes on….
Pls imagine Billy and Teddy going to the drive-in, and everyone assumes they’re going to like frick frack, but they get there and the drive-in’s showing old Star Trek episodes so they cockblock themselves by being huge nerds