thank you all for reading and reviewing! Hopefully i can update a bit more now because i'm off of school for a bit!
Lydias pov
"Stiles can you turn on the oven?" I ask him as i read through the instructions on the box, our pizza has been cooked but we've put it in the fridge because pizzas better cold, or at least we think that. He follows my order and puts the oven on with no fuss.
"What do we need?" Stiles asks leaning over my shoulder, i feel his breaths hot down my ear, no i will not get turned on by this.
"One egg, oil and water" i say slowly, its strange things to have just to add it a cookie mix, "hey do you have any chocolate chips?"
"Around here somewhere, why?" Stiles replies, placing down eggs, oil and a cup of water next to me.
"So that they can be extra chocolate chip" i say simply, smiling.
"How do you stay thin? Like seriously?" Stiles laughs poking my ribs. We both look around the cupboards for chocolate chips after about two minutes i lay my eyes on the little packet, i grab them a sudden hungry for these things taking over.
"Found them" i say with a little smile on my face. I chuck a few handfuls into the mix and then Stiles gets a long plastic spatula and starts mixing. His hands are large and skinny, his veins are visible through the skin and his fingernails are bitten down to his nail beds. Why does everything about him have to be so god damn attractive. Once he's done stirring he dips his pinky in and licks off the mix.
"Stiles do you realise what you can get from raw egg?! There are countless numbers of bacteria on that! You could get salmonella and believe me Stilinski i wont be the one helping you to the toilet when you have the shits" i snap at him trying to pull the bowl away.
"Lyds, i've done it before!" He says laughing at my seriousness, i frown at him and he smiles.
"Go on, taste some" he says dipping in his finger and then putting it by my mouth, the mix does look good, and the bit of golden mixture he scooped up has a chocolate chip in it. I frown at his finger then frown at him, he tilts his head and grins, "go on" i cross my arms willing myself not to give in. But that batter looks so irresistible especially on that long finger of his. I turn my head from him and get a baking tray along with grease proof paper. When i turn around to place the tray on the surface Stiles finger is in my mouth and i taste the sweet mix on my tongue and taste the strong chocolate. Its without a doubt orgasmic.
"See," Stiles says looking at my expression, "its so tasty, who the fuck cares if you get food poisoning from it because at the end of the day its the best god damn thing in the world"
"i can think of something else thats the best thing in the world" i say quietly and Stiles smirks a little, not his usual cocky smirk but the one where he looks like that all he sees is love. He kisses my cheek and i get out two spoons. I hand one over to Stiles and we start scooping up the mix then putting it onto the tray. I pick up the tray and head over to the oven then Stiles snatches it off of me.
"Woah, you'll burn yourself" He says protectively, i roll my eyes at him and he slides the tray in. I start running the water of his sink and gather the bowl and spatula and everything else we used to make the cookies and the pizza. Stiles adds washing up liquid, a lot of it and covers all my hands in it, i roll my eyes at him which he laughs at. So i wash up and he dries, pretty much in silence, thats when my mind drifts to the talent show, which somehow i got through, but if we have to be kicking ass do i really have time to learn lyrics AND create a dance routine, lyrics dont take two minutes but dancing, well... I could do without it. But the issue is i dont want to let anyone down. Stiles. a voice corrects in my head, i don't want to let Stiles down, but surely he'll understand? I shake my head dismissing the topic inside my brain and continue washing once we're done me and Stiles lie down on his sofa, him on his side, his arm resting on the arm of the chair and his chin propped on his fist, i'm on my side to but facing away from Stiles so that my spine is pressed against his front. His arm is slung over my body and his hands lazily trace up and down my thigh. We watch friends, its our favourite t.v show. After one episode its been half hour which means the cookies are probably done and our pizza is Defenatley cold by now.
"Stiles," i say feeling a little drowsy, "the cookies"
"in a minute," he says his eyes closing as i look at him.
"Stiles" i say a little louder, his eyes dont even flicker, "STIlES" i shout.
"Jeez Lyd," he laughs putting a finger in his ear, "get up then" he nudges my leg and we slide off the sofa. I go to the fridge for the pizza and start cutting it up then Stiles removes the cookies from the tray onto a plate. I reach for a plate but embarrassingly i cannot reach.
"Um, Stiles-" i start but hes already behind me getting a plate, laughing at me. I nudge him gently with my elbow and he rolls his eyes. We pile the pizza on the plate and bring the cookies and pizza in front of the tv, we sit on the sofa and even though theres something called a granter walking around town i feel the most relaxed than i have done in days. Maybe its the fact i'm with Stiles, and as i hate to admit it, he makes me feel safe, i almost scold myself for being so cowardly. He shoves the pizza into his mouth and raises his eyebrows.
"Not bad" he says through a mouth full of pizza, i nod at him smiling then pick up a pizza slice and nibble into it. I have to admit for pizza that we made from scratch its surprisingly good, the tomatoes are rich and the cheese is a little strong.
"Not bad at all" i reply to him.
"I should go," i say to Stiles as we sit cuddled on the sofa, he kisses my forehead, this is the last time we'll be able to kiss, cuddle or show any affection towards each other for the next week, if we want to catch the granter we're going to have to deal with it.
"Yeah" he says, but i still dont move off of the sofa.
"I need a lift" i say my eyes fixated on the t.v, i feel so tranquil at the moment I don't want to move, because when i'm in Stile's arms i'm home, i'm safe and warm.
"C'mon then," he says sitting up and i instantly go cold, i hold his arm and push myself off the sofa. I retrieve my shoes and tie them as slow as possible and once im eventually done Stiles takes me home.
"Is college open tomorrow?" I ask him, i know they both said that it would be shut for at least two days but its Scott and Stiles.
It's Scott and Stiles do you really wanna try applying logic to them.
I smile to myself as i remember mine and Allisons conversation.
"i'm not sure," he says, pulling up outside my house, "i guess we just check our emails in the morning, so either way you're waking up"
we stay silent for a few minutes, i guess neither of us want to go, after all we wont be able to even hug each other let alone kiss.
"I should go," i say quietly, he turns and looks at me, he nods a little then gets out and opens my door, i step out and we stand there for a few moments holding each others hands, he kisses me, sweetly and a warmth spread through me. He sighs into the kiss and i smile at that.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he says and he pecks me one last time then i walk towards my door, i turn back to look at him and he nods and smiles and looks really adorable so i smile back then walk into my hallway.
"mum?" I call as i slip my shoes off, no answer, "mum?!" I shout a little louder then i hear her stumble around up stairs then she says a little breathlessly, "yes darling?"
I cringe, its obvious shes up to whatever with my dad, it makes my spine cold, "nothing just checking you were in" i call back then i hear her laughing upstairs. I go straight to my room ignoring the moans i hear from my mums room, they almost remind me of teenagers in love. I do my course work pausing frequently to check my phone on any news, then i check mythology books. I find the page written on the granter. Its page is crumpeld and the written is neat and itailic.
The Granter strays from greek mythology, The myth is Aphrodite the godess of love had called out for love, in the garden of rose, and appraoched her was her one and only love Hephaestus. She had an afair with her brother whilst being married to Hephaestus but she had thought she was frogiven when he had approached her. He had kissed her and nothing was the same after that, she had lost part of her soul, but couldnt get it back because the time she had called out for love was also the exact moment Hephaestus had been killed. There was no way of getting her soul back, she had died whilst being in a coma, she never woke up after taking a trip to the garden of rose.
My eyes scan the page and the picture, it looks different from the one Deaton had shown us, this one looked more like the one me and Stiles saw, its skinny and bald, this one wears a white cloth, the one me and Stiles saw was wearing black, this one has streaks all around it's face which i'm guessing are the viens. I remember Deatons words, this creature is highly dangerous. My skin arupts into goose bumps thinking about it. So aphrodites soul was taken away and resulted in her death, shit. I push everything off of my bed and undress for a shower. The water is hot down my back as i wash away the day, theres a crazy bald creature running around beacon hills searching for a life to suck the soul out of. I wash my hair massage the soapy contents into my hair and wonder who else it will put into comas, the thought terrifies me, then i realise if we're not kissing are boyfriends or girlfriends that means if the granter does approach us and tries to kiss us we know its the trickster, in a way my plan was unintentionally smarter than what it was supposed to be. I dry my hair and put on my short pyjamas, its eleven o'clock, i might as well sleep considering last night was a late night. I get into bed not bothering to say goodnight to my mum, i dont really want to go inside her bedroom any more.
3 hours later
Buzzz. My phone ringing wakes me up, its not the ringing of my alarm but the ringing of a person, i blindly look over to my bedside to see my phone lit up, i make out the letters, Stiles, i can just make out the picture as well of him making some stupid face. I reach over and slide the screen a few times until i actually swipe it correctly.
"Stiles?" I say, my voice a little croaky, my eyes sting from the darkness.
"Lydia? Oh thank god your okay," he says sobbing, i rub my eyes a little, what happened, was there something i missed?
"Are you okay? What happened?" I ask him sitting up and turning on my lamp which was a little but of a mistake because the light phsyically burns my eyes.
"I had a nightmare, Lyds thank god your okay" he says.
"what happened in your dream?"
"Blood," he says and i hear him sob loudly, "there was so much blood Lydia"
"Stiles its alright, we dont have to speak about it we can-"
"can i come round yours?" He asks, i can hear his breaths, they're uneven.
"No, stiles listen to me, your tired and confused and scared okay? Please dont drive" i tell him, a sudden worry taking over me.
"Lydia i cant be alone, please" he says crying, i curl my toes becasue im not letting my boyfriend drive to mine at two in the morning after a nightmare.
"Alright, i'll come yours okay?" I tell him, geting out of bed and sliding on my converse and taking a small hoodie jacket.
"But your tired too, " he trails off.
"Stiles listen im wide awake just dont leave your house, im on my way, i'll see you in a few" i tell him, and hang up, the night air is cold against my bare legs and i shiver as i start my car, why is he getting all of these nightmares? I only form one clear thought and thats this is what happened when the nogistune started taking over. But no no, the nogistune is gone, its obvious hes just like this becasue of the granter, obviously. I confirm in my own mind, hes okay. I pull up to his house in no time and let myself in, i try to run as quietly as possible up to Stiles room and hes sat against his wall with his head in his hands, he keeps shaking his head.
"Stiles," i say as i drop my keys onto his table and i crawl over to him, hes crying and his cheeks are blotchy and he has bags underneath his eyes.
"Lydia," he says with a sense of relief holding onto my forearms, "your not dead," he says a laugh a little at the end but he doesn't laugh.
"I'm here" i tell him as i envelope him into a hug, his tears wet my jacket and i run a hand through his hair, he holds me tight, "do you wanna talk about the dream?" I ask as i pull back.
"Okay," he says and makes a face, "the room was just balck, completely black, and there was a boarder of mountain ash and you were on the other side of this boarder, then there was this something, i don't know what it was i couldn't really see it, but it had stabbed you," i cringe, "repeatedly until sll your guts were practically hanging out" he says, hes crying even harder now, i hug him again.
"its okay, it was only a dream," i tell him, "im okay"
It takes a while to calm him down, to get him to stop crying, i almost feel bad that hes the one getting the nightmares, im the banshee after all.
"C'mon lets go to bed," i tell him, we slowly get up and he lies down in bed, i sit beside him, running my fingers through his hair, his eyes slowly shut and his breaths even, his lamp is on, so it lights his room dimly but i dont feel like sleeping, im worried about Stiles, has he even told Scott? Stiles doesnt seem to deal with nightmares very well, i cant keep spending nights here or keep driving here in the early hours of the morning, he has to learn to deal with his nightmares, i lean my head back against his headboard my hand still absent mindedly making patterns against his scalp.
"Lydia," Stiles voice is the first thing i hear when i wake up for the second time that morning, my neck is crooked and has a dull ache in, my back is stiff and i'm slumped at the top of Stiles bed where i tried my best to stay awake.
"is college today?" I ask as peel my eyes open and prop myself up, Stiles is in a pair of jeans and no top, he's hovering over me and he doesnt have bags under his eyes or he isnt blotchy and crying anymore.
"Unfortunately yes," he says and he grimaces, i debate whether to bring up his nightmare but i dont want him to panic again so I simply say, "you should tell Scott" he nods and then puts on a t shirt, i get out of bed and slide on my shoes and pick up my keys and phone.
"I'll see you in college okay?" I tell him as he walks me to the door. He nods then we stare at each other for a while, my eyes fixated on his lips, i guess kissing him now won't hurt... As if he reads my thoughts he presses his soft pink lips against mine and i lean into him my hand around the back of his neck.
"Thank you" he says as i pull back, i smlie at him and get into my car to get ready for college.
So the story with Aphrodite and the granter is completely made up, i just thought it would be a good idea to have some sort of backing story! So thanks for ready! Anyone else screamed at the massive stydia scene in the episode lie ability?