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I wasn't expecting you Like a punch that knocks the wind out I think you're changing everything 'Cause I'm about to let you in now...
is anyone else like....... exhausted? just way too tired? mentally and physically? and you look at other people your age who seem to be doing fine and you feel so dysfunctional and broken because normal adult tasks and responsibilities just feel way too overwhelming and you can’t cope and
The pack’s first and last appearances.
Farewell, Teen Wolf. Thank you for all of the great memories.
Okay but it’s actually so cute and kinda funny that Lydia got so worried and guilty about not saying I love you back to Stiles but the second they saw each other and she told him that he was like “lol cool story I already knew anyway so I’m just gonna kiss you rn and not ask you to say it”. Like he was so confident in that moment that I remember being genuinely surprised when he stepped forward to kiss her.
I agree! What you described is a big part of why I love their reunion so much. Because there had to be moments all along when Stiles thought Lydia loved him, others when he was sure of it. But this is really the first time we as the audience get the validation we’ve been waiting for: Stiles knows that Lydia loves him, probably has for a long time.
And while his confidence might seem surprising at first glance, it also makes perfect sense. Because Stiles has always been confident in his love for Lydia. Then, somewhere along the way, he figured out just how much she loves him back.
But there was one more piece to the puzzle: Stiles needed to know that Lydia was ready to move forward with him. Once he knows that, the confidence comes naturally.
It says so much about them as a couple. After everything they’ve been through, they are in the place where saying “I love you” is really just affirmation. Don’t get me wrong – saying those words, hearing them too, is significant and wonderful, and I’m sure Lydia does tell Stiles she loves him soon after. But above all else, showing love the way these two have – season after season... to me, that’s even more impactful than the words themselves.
Plus, their reunion links so perfectly to the previous episode, when Lydia realizes that she never said it back. Up until her memories were recovered, all she had to go on was feeling. And her feelings were so strong that she just assumed she verbalized them too. When she realizes that she didn’t, her pain is palpable – and ironically unnecessary – because Stiles DID know. He knew, and he was just waiting for the moment when he could let Lydia know that too.
Her reaction also says a lot about her progress as a character, if I might add. This is a girl who, not so long ago, would rather bury her feelings than talk about them. But now, she can’t think of a single reason why she never told the most important person in her life how she feels about him.
So yeah, Stiles knowing how Lydia feels about him, being so certain that he can dive into a kiss without any hesitation – that is monumental. Better still, the exchange between them is the culmination of years’ worth of unspoken love. It’s beautiful. It’s romantic. It’s profound. It’s poorly lit (come on TW, put a light on!). It’s Stydia.
Chapter 28: Meant To Be
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Scott McCall, Alan Deaton
Summary: He nuzzles the side of her face and drops a kiss on her cheek. “Go on, tell me everything.”
“I think it all started because we’d had...a disagreement.”
The familiar hum of his laughter vibrates along her ribs.
“What?”
“You were mad at me,” he revises. “Remember?”
She does.
She remembers the day she told Stiles how Prada came into her life...
It was the end of a school day. Yet another miserable day of classes progressing much too slowly and supernatural forces advancing far too quickly.
Lydia had just been in the chemistry lab with Stiles and Deaton. From what they gathered, both Mr. Harris and Mr. Rayne, the music teacher, had been abducted. In the span of fifteen minutes, there were two more names to add to the list of missing persons in Beacon Hills. A list that had been lengthening since the night Lydia found the body of a young lifeguard at the community pool. Even worse, these people weren’t just missing – they were taken, apparently with the malicious intention of being sacrificed in some kind of twisted, dark Druid ritual.
Lydia remembers clutching her notebook to her chest as she stood in front of her open locker, pointlessly staring ahead...as if the solutions to her problems were inside.
Once again, she had inadvertently uncovered evidence of a violent attack. Once again, she was too late to prevent it from happening. She remembers wondering if she would ever be able to help someone, to save a life – like Scott or Allison or Stiles had.
Before long, she felt the distinct tenderness of a hand grazing the small of her back as someone moved to stand beside her. She remembers the spark it generated, spreading warmth that looped all the way around to her stomach.
Stiles.
Okay but. Stiles doesn’t touch anyone else in the series the way he touches Lydia.
It’s actually insane, the way he touches her. His hands are always on her, it’s like they’re just drawn to her. He has this constant, natural, knee-jerk instinct to let her know with his hands that he’s there for her, that he’s not going anywhere, that he cares.
And, above all, that’s soft. Think about all the times that Jackson touched her and if it didn’t bruise her skin, it bruised pieces of her mind. And then there’s Stiles Stilinski, who touches her face like she’s so beautiful he’s afraid to break her. Who touches her back to guide her through doorways because after all those years of making out with Jackson in public places with absolutely zero decency, he still perceives her to be a goddamn lady. Who holds her hand when she needs comfort or to run because touching her feels like it matters.
He doesn’t make conscious decisions to be there for her like that. He doesn’t think to himself “Okay, now I’m gonna touch Lydia’s elbow.” He just does it, and he never second guesses. And how weird is that? Because Lydia has never indicated to him that it’s okay, and yet it is. They both know it is.
Stiles doesn’t place his hand on anybody else’s back when he walks through doorways with them. He doesn’t make eye contact in the same way. He doesn’t give people huge, enormous chunks of himself without expecting something back.
This is for Lydia. Lydia, who has never been treated delicately, who has never been loved as fully as this, who has gone through her life thinking that the best thing for her to do is draw a veil between herself and who she projects to the world.
Stiles lifts the veil without ever asking for it to be removed. He teaches her what genuine affection and love feels like. He fucking pays attention to her in ways that are deeper than even STILES grasps.
And sometimes I just think that Stiles said he was in love with her, he shouted it from the rooftops, but even then, he didn’t understand how in love with her he was. He didn’t understand how incredibly unique it was to be magnetized towards someone like this. When they touch each other, it feels like the millionth time and the first time simultaneously.
I don’t think he realizes just how much he loves her until suddenly it builds up and makes him physically weak.
He watches her bleeding out on that floor and he can’t move because the love he feels for her is thumping through his veins and he’s fucking shocked by it. He’s literally taken aback by how much he loves her.
He knew. He knew. But… maybe a part of him didn’t.
Maybe he touched her like that, all these years, because his hands knew what his head hadn’t caught up to, no matter how many times he fixated on Lydia Martin and fell asleep thinking about her and watched her in class.
Because as valuable as Stiles Stilinsk’s head is, maybe his body knew way before he did that Lydia Martin was the person whose skin would become home to his hands.
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hello. i made an edit. it’s my first one so be nice. also, the audio is weird so warning that it gets weirdly loud <3
Me: *casually reads smutty fic in the living room*
Grandma: So, what are you reading?
Me: Um, well, see its this really deep and emotional novel…You gotta think long and hard about each sentence
Grandma: Whats it called?
Me: *sweats profusely* The bible? Thought I needed a bit of jesus in my life
