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[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

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[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ The upside to having Serena van der Woodsen as an older sister is that, well, she's a pretty good sister. The downside? Eric never hesitates to agree to get her coffee. Which always, for some reason, results in him getting coffee for everybody.

So here he is, biting at his lip in concentration while trying to balance too many too large cups in his arms as he turns away from the counter. Not exactly watching where he's going, either. He's concentrating too hard on not spilling things. ]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[it's for Eric's own good that he doesn't accidentally run into Lydia. She's very good on her feet - elegant, graceful, and capable of dodging virtually anyone, given enough warning - but these heels are brand-new, and not completely broken in yet. Not to mention she would just rather not, if she can help it.

[She just manages to sidestep Eric on her way up to the counter, pursing her mouth in a disapproving sort of fashion.]

They make trays for a reason. [and it's his own fault for not grabbing one. Or so says her expression of slight amusement mingled with 'wow, you're sort of slow on the uptake here'. Then she flicks strawberry blonde hair back over her shoulder and rattles off a quick order to the barista.] -And a tray for him, before he kills himself or some other passer-by.

[littlevanderwoodsen]

[ He grimaces briefly. Okay, so he should've thought of that. But it wasn't like he had very far to go; the hotel was right around the corner. Thankfully, he's very used to Blair and her snottiness, so he doesn't even bat an eyelash at Lydia's words. ]

Sorry. [ It's a sincere apology, really. He is sorry for almost running into her. He spent enough time with Serena (and his mother, and Jenny, and Blair) to know her outfit as designer and expensive and hot coffee all over it? That would suck.

He's about to walk away when she speaks again. He pauses, glancing over his shoulder at her. ] Uh. Thanks.

nathaniel archibald | gossip girl

[inflexibly]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[this is not how Lydia envisioned spending her evening. Her evening was supposed to be a nice stroll around town, her coat keeping out the chill of the slowly cooling air; her evening was supposed to be all for her, just to admire everything she had around her hotel within walking distance. Her evening was not supposed to get rained out. It was especially not supposed to do so while she was a good twenty minutes away, enjoying dinner out. She has an umbrella with her, at least, but that's small consolation when the winds whipping through the streets seem more interested in flipping that inside out.

[She's frustrated, and naturally so; she feels like she might have to draw a hot bath when she gets back to her hotel, and just cry it all out. Lydia has too much to cry out, she thinks - loneliness stemming from Jackson leaving her, and her leaving Beacon Hills; frustration from the rain, from her umbrella, from the heel she hopes isn't broken; all manner of things that she doesn't care to think about, but somehow is.

[She stumbles a bit, but catches herself before she goes down completely, one hand out to make sure she doesn't accidentally tear her dress; she murmurs a quiet apology to the passer-by she ends up briefly bracing herself on, withdrawing her hand again as if burned before starting her way back down the street, hoping her mascara isn't too smudged from the tears welling in her eyes.]

[misjudge]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[it hasn't been that long since Lydia found out about the whole pack thing, about half the people she spends time with at school all having this bite (a curse, she decided when Jackson went away, when he was spirited off to London, and she was left to deal with feelings and other things she'd really rather not). She's still reeling from the discovery, and simply putting on a brave face, as she does. She is unflappable; she is fully and completely in control of herself and her emotions.

[She flicks her hair back over her shoulder as she strides into the cafeteria, settling immediately at Isaac's table, and setting her tray down with a delicate clack. She feels like she's allowed, since he's supposedly part of this pack of Derek's, and since Jackson is technically part of that. He's not here anymore - the thought tightens her chest painfully - but that has to make her pack by association, she thinks. She doesn't know how this works. But she's giving it a try.

[This is step one to her new plan for the year: bounce back. Be happy. Something she forgot about when Jackson left, and resolves to find again now. If that means hanging out with Isaac - Erica and Boyd are both gone; his table is empty for the time being - then so be it. He plays lacrosse. She's sure they can find something to talk about.]

[misjudge]

[ so, the summer wasn't been all that great, really. the only small consolation is sometime during the first month, derek's creepy uncle peter managed to take the hint and find a place of his own, so now isaac doesn't have to deal with him hovering around the loft. but when they weren't training, isaac was out looking for boyd and erica, combing the forest like it was his lot in life. he came back with empty hands every single time.

it probably isn't funny that without his dad around to harp on him to keep his grades up, he has derek dogging him to be stronger, faster, better because of the alpha pack. (or maybe it is funny in an ironic, almost twisted way. trading familial bruises for pack bruises that fade almost as quickly as they form.)

lydia isn't hard to miss when she enters the cafeteria, but she never has been; her perfume, the click of her heels — they're all designed to demand attention. the fact isaac is hyper-aware of her could be due to his heightened senses, or maybe it's just easier to chalk it up to the fact that everyone at some point has had a crush on lydia freaking martin. they'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to.

what he doesn't expect is her to make a beeline for him, making herself at home at the table he's been occupying for all of five minutes. it's enough to bring his gaze back to her, eyebrows raised but not in a way that's unfriendly, just curious. if anything, he considers her part of scott's pack. she has been since the night derek had them storm the house and try to kill her for being the kanima. ]

Hey. [ maybe that's not supposed to sound like a question, but it kind of does. it isn't an objection, though. ]

peter parker | the amazing spider-man

[loiters]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[it has been precisely five months and seventeen days since the last time Lydia last saw Jackson. Three months and four days since she thought about him. She thinks that's doing pretty well. She's moving on, she's meeting new people. She hasn't been moving into dating quite so much as simply enjoying things, enjoying the way the pretty boys she meets take up space in her bed, and enjoying the way they feel against her in the middle of the night.

[Peter's not really like that, though. He's different. And not in that way that everyone back home in Beacon Hills was. Not in the way that he's secretly a werewolf, and she has to watch out for him accidentally killing people every full moon. He's not quite as exhausting as things back home, which is remarkable and simultaneously sort of terrifying: in a city like the Big Apple, she'd have expected everything to be more exhausting. But she's more at home than she's been for a while. She thinks that it might have been a good idea to relocate, to take herself out of the equation back home, to remove herself from the pack and all else that it meant; she's more relaxed than she's been in ages.

[Lydia shifts slightly, recrossing her legs beneath the table. Under most circumstances, she might have decided against this sort of thing - meeting and hanging out with a guy, no matter how cute, at a diner. It reminds her of home, of everything that she's trying to escape. But maybe there's a limit to how many guys she can rebound with before eventually just going home with them gets boring. The sex is great, generally speaking, but she can't help but wonder if she needs something new. Someone new.]

have a werewolf professor :B

[professorwolf]

Lyall has Lydia waiting after class, largely because he really is starting to get tired of her simply not trying in class. He's well aware she's smarter than she lets on, and he wants to know why she isn't bothering to make use of it.

So as the rest of the students file out at the end of the day, he beckons her up to his desk, her latest test sitting in front of him. "Miss Martin."

accepted :B

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

Lydia smoothed down her skirt as she scooped up her handbag, tucking the notebook filled with detailed notes and marginalia alike back into its hiding place; she flicked her hair back over one shoulder as she strode up to the front of the classroom. She knew as well as he did that she wasn't trying her best this semester. It wasn't something that was bothering her right now, not when she could scrape by easily enough, getting high Bs without even batting an eye. And that was on a bad day.

Maybe her plans for receiving a Fields medal were going to be delayed, but she knew just how well she had to do to get into her school of choice: she would more than make it.

"Yes?" She asked, voice slightly too sweet as she stepped up to the desk, almost posing in her new Ferragamos.

[professorwolf]

Putting his pen down, Lyall looks up at her over the tops of his reading glasses. Whether or not he really needs them is up for debate, but he wears them anyhow. "Have a seat, Miss Martin. I wanted to talk to you about this." He tapped the test-- a B, indeed-- lightly with one finger.

[highwarlock]

[ Shopping is therapeutic. Pretty clothes and nice jewelry are the first step to mending a broken heart. And the second? Well, that's pretty people, of course.

And from the looks of things, Magnus might be able to kill two birds with one stone.

He'd noticed her when she walked in the store. It was hard not to, really. The way she holds herself with an air of confidence is distracting and, well, attractive. He's grown so accustomed to having to constantly remind Alec that he's beautiful that the idea of possibly being with somebody who already knows is strange. Strange, but definitely welcome. He's not about to pass up this chance, at any rate.

So he picks a dress off the rack, something pink and white and sundress-like in style, and approaches, holding it out with a soft grin. ]

Pardon if this a bit too forward, but I'm of the belief that you would look absolutely stunning in this.

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[somehow, transplanting herself away from all the insanity of Beacon Hills has proven useful. It's given her a fresh perspective on life, one where she's not victim to strange things like possession and werewolves; it's given her her confidence back, instead of knowing that when she walks into a room, she becomes 'that crazy girl'. She's not really that surprised when she's approached, and even gives the dress in question a quick glance, letting her eyes linger before flicking up to the man holding it.

[He's cute. It's not that hard for her to put on a little smile in return, head tipping to one side and red hair bouncing in its perfect little waves.]

Normally, I would have to question your taste - pink on a redhead? - but in this case? I might actually have to agree.

And I'm putting off how forward that was to this not being Beacon Hills.

[sweltered]

❝The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.❞

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[she doesn't know exactly when all the problems began to start, but hindsight suggests that it was about the same time that Scott suddenly became this lacrosse wizard. Lydia knew now that it was all Peter who had a hand in things; part of her blamed him vehemently for everything that happened to her. He's the reason she's a magnet for death and other horrendous things, he's the reason she wakes up screaming.

[But still, she's smart enough to know now that she doesn't have a choice in the matter. If he wanted something from her, she would go, she would deliver. It scares her, it terrifies it, it fills her with such a fear that she finds that she can't get warm enough at night for the chill that sets in even in the middle of summer. He's with her constantly, a niggling presence in the back of her mind, reminding her that when she blinks and she's suddenly somewhere else, an hour or two suddenly lost to nothing at all, it's him. It's always him.]

[satirize]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[it's no secret that Lydia is officially single again - and none of this annoying on-again, off-again business. She's doing her best to ignore it, to pretend as though everything is just fine though it feels some days like she's going insane. It's not just that she's alone, but that things keep happening. Things that can't be explained away by normal channels, things that overwhelm. She's turned to bedwarmer after bedwarmer, keeping her mind off things that crop up in her mental periphery just as soon as they're allowed to once again. She's pining: pining for Jackson, pining for a normal life.

[It's gotten, perhaps, to the point of no return, to where she's almost forgotten about what she does have, and what she's surrounded by. But it's difficult to remember that some people are still human when half of those around you are werewolves, practically dragging you into things by association. Maybe she would have gotten there anyway; Lydia doesn't really know. She certainly got into it on her own with Peter, though maybe that was just because she was close enough without being completely involved.

[Either way, despite everything, she's almost glad now that she's privy to some of the more touchy information. She's glad that she's not alone in it all, at least on the face of things; she doesn't really know how deep that goes. She just wants her normal life back.]

i'm totally doing a tfln prompt. for reasons.

[likescuddling]

Just heard a guy discussing with someone else the amazing blow job you gave him. I’m in New York. All the way across the country. I have never been more proud.

reeeeeasons

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

You know I like to appreciate the fine imports Beacon Hills gets every now and then. If I don't give them a proper welcome, who will?

[rumchocolatesouffle]

[It had been a week of basically hiding out in Stiles' house. They had spent the first day or so just getting over the shock of their situation and then the next couple trying to explain it to Stiles' dad and introducing Kurt (vaguely) to Stiles' closest friends as 'a friend visiting' (though it was sort of clear they were together).

Eventually, Kurt needed coffee and some alone time. He headed to the local mall and spent some time walking around before finding a local coffee shop. He gets his usual, a non-fat mocha, and finds a spot to people watch.]

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

[Lydia supposes that it's high time that Stiles found someone. She's well aware that he's had a ridiculous crush on her for ages, and that it simply wasn't going to happen (though it did occur to her once or twice that he was getting cuter, and perhaps if he asked her out, she might accept). It was a very strange sort of situation. Particularly now that things were (somewhat) settling down.

[And since she'd started hearing rumours of Stiles getting married. Now wasn't that a shock.

[Of course, she never expected to have the luck that's presented itself to her currently. All she wants to do is go shopping, buy a new pair of shoes, maybe a new skirt. She has a date with Aiden, after all, and he deserves a girlfriend who looks her best. It makes him look good, and then he will make her look good in turn. It's only fair.

[However, Lydia being Lydia: she knows everyone and their dog in Beacon Hills. Especially their dogs. Prada needs friends just as much as she does. She's just passing by the coffee shop, post-shopping and with a few bags in hand, debating whether or not she wants a latte and if she should include caramel this time around or not, when she spots Kurt. A newcomer, and therefore completely deserving of a little conversation.

[She shrugs long red curls over her shoulder effortlessly before striding over with the soft, clipped sound of high heels on concrete and dropping herself into the seat next to Kurt, her bags settling down on the ground at her feet. She looks at him then with a small, slightly knowing, slightly coy smile. It can't bode well.]

Hello.

[kaniwolf]

"When we touch, I just lose my self control
A sad sensation I can't hide
To love is easy, it ain't easy to walk away" - Miss You in a Heartbeat by Def Leppard

[fivethreestrawberryblonde]

Lydia had always been pretty sure that people who were friends with their exes were out of their minds, and now that she was doing it, she was even more certain. It was like hell, being so close to someone you cared about for the longest time, knowing that there was a divide.

It was probably pure luck that even brought them together in the first place, since Jackson was supposed to be in London and Lydia was supposed to be moving on. But there they were, watching the sunset with a small gaggle of their friends hanging out in the background, giving them space.

She padded back to where Jackson was, two drinks in hand - one for each of them - and offered one up as she settled back in, trying to ignore the urge to sit a little bit closer.