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.