It had been a long day of research for the banshee and all she really wanted to do was sleep. She knew however, the Sheriff had a strict policy about sleepovers, especially with girls that were dating his son. As a way of distracting herself, she pulled up YouTube on Stiles' laptop, finding he was already logged in. Without thinking about it, she pressed the tab to open his channel, hoping he had something compelling in his history to keep her awake.
That's when she found the wonder that was Stiles Stilinski's YouTube channel. A wonderful place full of humiliating videos she could most definitely use against him. She looked to the form of her sleeping boyfriend, figuring he'd got too tired of reading. She quickly found some headphones and started playing one of the videos entitled 'True Wannabe...' As the video started up, she held back a smile as the young Stiles looked into camera, the familiar Spice Girls song starting in the background. When he started miming and moving to the music, she couldn't help but laugh. Of course she knew he was a dork, but now she had actual video evidence of that fact.
She moved on then to a tag video, finding not only had Scott been roped into many of the videos but that even the Sheriff had been forced into this one. Lydia realised that she must have been sleep deprived because she found herself gasping for breath in complete hysterics as she watched him tell the internet interesting facts about himself.
By the time she was at the end of the video, Stiles was groaning, rubbing his eyes as he forced himself to wake up. "Wha's going on? Lyds you okay?" Looking down to him, she pulled out the headphones and closed the laptop, laying down so she was facing him. The grin on her face was an obvious give away that something was up but she was too tired to hide it. Instead she leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose in hopes of distracting him.
"I'm okay, I just found something pretty funny." She watched him cock an eyebrow at her cryptic words, knowing he'd want to see it. Obviously she wasn't cruel enough that she'd make him re-live the embarrassment of it all, but that didn't mean she was going to play nice. "So why don't you tell me what you want, what you really really want?"
He looked to her with a frown, nose crinkling at the bridge as he tried to understand what she was saying whilst still half asleep. "Uh sleep. Maybe an explanation. What were you watching Lyds? Is this punishment for me falling asleep?"
Lydia shook her head, reaching forward to squeeze his hand with hers. "No its just, I didn't realise you were such as Spice Girls fan. Or that, unlike a lot of kids your age, you have a great relationship with your 'Daddio'."
As soon as she said that, his face went pale and he sat bolt upright, eyes darting to the laptop. His mind was processing it all, trying to remember if he'd logged out of the website, wishing to god that he had. But he knew deep down he hadn't. "Oh god no."
Lydia grinned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing the base of his neck, trying to stop herself from falling into a fit of giggles again. This truly was starting to look like a memorable research night. "Oh god yes. Don't worry, I think it's cute that my dorky boyfriend is an internet celebrity."
Stiles couldn't help but smile at that, even though his cheeks were now a deep red. "Thanks Lydia. And hey, don't tell anyone about this okay?" Even as she smiled sweetly and promised she wouldn't, he knew his videos were no longer his private thing. By the end of the week, the entire pack had seen them and Stiles Stilinski was the proud owner of a brand new Spice Girls T-shirt.