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Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski ([info]sarcasticfriend) wrote in [info]somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-08-18 16:07:00

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Entry tags:inactive: lydia martin, inactive: stiles stilinski

Who: Stiles and Lydia
Where: Home
When: Aug 18th
What: Trying to figure stuff out.
Status: Incomplete




Since Stiles didn't have to go into the office today, he thought maybe he would update the board that Lydia had gotten for him. Maybe something will come out of it, but right now he wasn't so sure. There weren't enough pieces of the puzzle to put together. But there was enough to put up.

Right smack in the middle of the board was a paper with a giant question mark on it. That represented the Jublient Entity. Nobody knew anything about it and no one has seen it. So, it was a giant question mark. One the left side were dates, estimated times and the weird events that had happened so far. and on the right was a list of everyone that spoke on the network. Under that list was a list of names of people who were reported missing. Nothing connected. Not yet at least. Right now it was just a board full of puzzle pieces that he couldn't make fit. That didn't mean he was just going to walk away now. Nope, he was staring at it like an answer might just pop up if he stared at it hard enough.

"Hey," he said when he heard Lydia enter the living room, eyes never leaving the board.



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[info]futureimperfect
2019-08-22 11:18 am UTC (link)
He looked peaceful with his eyes shut, and a surge of affection washed through her. Sometimes it almost felt like her heart was trying to leave her body and find his like it belonged there. Like they were tethered, really. She'd been in love before, but this feeling was unique to Stiles. Taking a careful seat at the edge of the bed, she pressed her lips to his forehead.

"Do I want to poison us? Not really. My laptop is in your room, do you want to come with me?"

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[info]sarcasticfriend
2019-08-23 11:34 pm UTC (link)
"You're not that bad..." He smiled up at her. Going to her bedroom meant moving. He still didn't really want to move, but he ended up sitting up. "Yeah, I'm coming with you." He stood up and then held his hand out to Lydia so he could help pull her up from the bed. "So what are we feeling tonight?" He wasn't sure if he wanted pizza. He's had a little too much of that lately.

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[info]futureimperfect
2019-08-24 01:24 am UTC (link)
"Wow you really do love me, don't you?" Grinning, she placed her hand in his and let him help. "It was terrible and we both know it. I am going to have to rely on meal plans at college and then prayer after." Or delivery. Or keep practicing until no one was under threat of dying from her cooking. She slid her arm around his back while she considered the options. Pizza was definitely out. Something where she could get vegetables that weren't drowning in cheese and grease... "What about the poke bowl place?"

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[info]sarcasticfriend
2019-08-24 04:30 am UTC (link)
"I really, really do." He grinned right back and helped her up once she put her hand in his. "Okay, it was pretty bad," he admitted. "You just need to practice more. That's all. I probably could do with a little more practice too." They couldn't live on fast food forever. He placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close and they headed to her bedroom. "Oh yeah. I haven't tried that place out yet. We should definitely get that."

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[info]futureimperfect
2019-08-24 01:25 pm UTC (link)
She'd read recipe and technique books and they'd both failed her, which meant maybe it was time for the big guns. "There's probably somewhere around here that does classes we could go to? Or someone in this building, if we don't want to wear communal aprons with a bunch of strangers." Inside the building meant a higher likelihood of being teased for domesticity, but they had to eat somehow!

Putting her order in, she swiveled the laptop toward him to do the same. "You're going to have to stay awake for the thirty minutes it takes to get here, now."

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[info]sarcasticfriend
2019-08-25 11:23 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure there is." He couldn't see why there wouldn't be cooking classes. "We could. Just, if we do, don't try to burn the place down," he teased. "It could be interesting. We should look into it."

Once the screen was facing him, he started to look through the options and picked the things that sounded good to him. "I guess you'll just have to keep me busy until then." He flashed her a smile and then moved the laptop back towards Lydia once he was done with it.

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[info]futureimperfect
2019-08-25 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Narrowing her eyes at him, she lowered her chin. "'Medium-high' is a very imprecise way of measuring heat. How was I supposed to know it was going to burn so quickly?" Classes would help with that sort of thing. She made a mental note to sign them up.


Bending over the laptop, she added her payment information and sent the order off. Turning back toward him, she rested her hip against the desk and crossed her arms under her breasts. "You'd have to go shut the door," she pointed out.

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[info]sarcasticfriend
2019-08-26 12:27 am UTC (link)
Stiles wanted to laugh but he held it back and instead just smiled at her some more. "You're going to hate cooking," he told her.

He glanced over his shoulder at the door and then back at Lydia. "You don't have to tell me twice." He was already making his way across the room and shutting the door.

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[info]futureimperfect
2019-08-26 12:42 am UTC (link)
"Well, we have to eat." She didn't necessarily feel like she should do all of the cooking, but being able to take turns would be nice...

Lydia admired his backside as he walked away, her head tilting to one side. She took a seat on the desk while she waited for him to complete his first task. "Now you should come back and kiss me."

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[info]sarcasticfriend
2019-08-26 03:37 am UTC (link)
"I know, I know. We'll learn and now survive on just take out and other simple things." He wasn't worried. He was just having a little bit of fun teasing Lydia, that was all.

"I think you're having too much fun telling me what to do," he said as he slowly made his way back over to her. He had to mess with her a little. Once he reached Lydia, he placed his hands on her knees and moved them apart so he could get as close to her as possible. After that, he leaned in and kissed her.

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[info]futureimperfect
2019-08-26 01:33 pm UTC (link)
It was pretty obvious he was right, from the flush on her cheeks to the shallowness of her breath. "I think you like it," she countered quietly, goosebumps dotting her thighs as he spread them. Sighing against his lips, she slid a palm up his chest and around to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close.

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