Request: imagine where Derek is your boyfriend and you
haven’t seen him since he left after the beserkers and you’re sitting with the
pack at Scott’s house and someone knocks on the door and it’s Derek and you
just kiss and he says something like “I can’t stay long but I came back because
I just needed to see you I needed to know that you’re okay” and like make it
fluffy pleaseeee thanks XXX
i’m back! Exam week is finally over!! And i hope you enjoy this!
been months since i haven’t seen Derek. Ever since he was kidnapped and almost
killed by Kate, he decided to leave Beacon Hills for a while. He said it would
be a fresh start for him and he’ll be at a place where people aren’t constantly
trying to kill him.
Omg. I love your famous Stydia au headcanons. Can you write about how they finally get together?
She’s known Stiles for seven years, and he’s done a lot of shit in their life together, but bringing a date to Lydia’s movie premier has to be just about the worst.
“I tried to stop him,” Allison says has they step out of the limo. The fans are screaming loudly at both of them, but Lydia ignores it as she plasters a small smile on her face.
“Allison, of course. It’s fine.”
It’s not fine. She feels uncomfortable in her skin, and itchy with the need to tell Stiles. She’s exhausted from guarding it. She’s exhausted from pretending.
“It’s a little difficult to convince someone to not bring a date to something when you can’t tell him why.”
Lydia’s publicist is lurking in the corner, looking a little anxious, but Lydia holds a finger up at her patiently.
“Allison, it’s fine.” There’s one moment where her mask breaks slightly. “How… how much does he like this girl, exactly?”
Allison just sighs and hugs Lydia tight, crushing her hair slightly as she does so.
“You’re an idiot,” she whispers fondly before shoving Lydia at her publicist and waving goodbye.
The interview line for more upscale premiers like this one are far better than the ones for the teen movies that Lydia did before college. She steps up to the first interviewer and flashes her a winning smile.
“Hi!” chirps the interviewer. “Congratulations on the movie, it’s getting so many positive reviews.”
“Oh, thank you!” Lydia beams. “George is a great director. I hope he does more, honestly.”
“Your performance, especially, is already gathering Oscar buzz.”
Lydia feels a nervous tingle somewhere in her stomach. She smoothes down the fabric of her silver dress and plasters on her best smile.
“That’s incredibly sweet of you to say,” she replies. “I think the work just–”
She is cut off by the sound of screaming from the fans who are clustered across the street. Lydia squints slightly, but is fully ready to ignore it, until she catches the name that a few of them are chanting.
They’re come in separate cars, and her first instinct is to turn around and see how good he looks in the tux she’d selected for him, because Stiles in a tux is a rare treat and a true blessing. But instead, she forces a smile and goes to finish her sentence.
“Wow!” the interviewer says, cutting her off. “Sounds like someone big just arrived.” She squints. “Is that Stiles? Stilinski?”
Lydia’s heart drops.
“Um. Yes,” she replies, without needing to turn around. Yes, and I’m in love with him, and my walls are built up way too high to tell him because I spend my life pretending, and I’m sick of it.
“The Pack has quite a following!” notes the interviewer. “Are you proud of their successes?”
“Of course I am,” Lydia says, chest aching. “I’ve been friends with Scott and Stiles since we were all teenagers. Watching them move up in the world and have their dreams come true has been one of my favorite things about being in this town for all these years.”
“And what do you have to say about the rumors that some of the songs are about you?”
Lydia forces a casual laugh out of herself, feeling like this particular performance is probably worth an Oscar. Fuck the movie, this is her real legacy.
“I think that would be a huge honor,” she says lightly. “But honestly, most of their songs are about Allison Argent. Scott’s been with her since they were sophomores in high school, and he does most of the song writing.”
“Right, but the other members do too, correct?”
Lydia opens her mouth to answer, but is distracted by Stiles breaking every single rule she’s ever taught him and sneaking up behind her, snagging her around the waist and dropping a kiss onto her cheek.
“Hey, Lydia,” he says happily, offering the interviewer a shy smile. “You’re holding up the press line.”
She laughs through her nose, then nudges him away from her with her elbow.
“Oh, right, I’m the problem here.”
He beams at the interviewer.
“She’s such a problem,” he says, before nodding at the woman and squeezing Lydia’s hip, then bounding away back towards his date.