lol stydia isnt fan service but u know what is? sheriff and melissa..
Okay, that may be true, but– consider this.
Jeff said we’d never get prom (still hope he was lying), so instead we get Sheriff and Melissa’s wedding. Maybe that’s even the way they end the series. Maybe it’s the end of high school, or maybe the end of the last episode skips forward a few years when they’re all visiting from college. I love to imagine the girls dancing together in long dresses and Scott shoving cake in Stiles’ face and Lydia and Stiles slow dancing and Scott and Stiles leaving the party to have a talk with their jackets off and their hands tucked into their pockets, watching the lights from the tent in the distance.
But my favorite part is thinking about the ceremony itself.
It’s this small backyard wedding, but everybody is all dressed up and beautiful as they watch Melissa walk down the aisle towards Sheriff. Stiles and Scott are best man and maid of honor, respectively. Lydia and Kira and Malia are all sitting in the audience together in their finery, watching. There’s a close up on Stiles smiling at Lydia and Lydia smiling back at him, this unspoken pact that they’re going to do everything that they can to get here together because they want this too. They want to be happy together for as long as they can be.
But those three aren’t the only pack members there. Everybody’s there. Isaac sits next to Chris Argent. Liam, Mason, and Hayden are all watching the proceedings with smiles on their faces. Derek and Braeden sit in the back of the venue, with Braeden’s hand on her stomach and Cora looking thoroughly uncomfortable in her finery. Danny is in the back with Ethan, holding hands and watching all of it.
And Scott McCall is standing at the altar, looking out at all of it. His mom and Stiles’ dad have invited everyone who saved their sons lives countless times. They have invited all of the people who got them here, today, to a time when they would be able to sit in peace in a backyard at sunset and watch two people bind their lives to each other. Throughout the years, Scott has watched death, destruction, and calamity take over Beacon Hills, but he never, not once, gave up hope.
This moment proves why. Because amidst all of that pain and heartache, sometimes, you get moments like this. You get to watch your mom marry a man who makes her smile so big. You get to look over at your best friend pulling silly faces at the girl who he’s been in love with since he was eight years old– the one who loves him too. And at the end of everything, every disaster, every death, every scream, there is this: there is life. There is something new. There is love. There is a beginning.
“I was just trying to be myself You go your way I’ll meet you in hell It’s all these secrets that I shouldn’t tell I’ve got to run away It’s hypocritical of you Do as you say not as you do I’ll never be your perfect girl I’ve got to run aw-”
Kayt slammed her hand down on power button of her bluetooth radio that was just under the car enough for her to do so. “I fucking hate that song,” she growled under her breath. Breath that smelled faintly of liquor and hops mixed together. The buzz was hitting her and she knew she probably shouldn’t be working on anything. She pushed herself out from under the car she was inspecting- face dotted with sweat, and tanktop dotted with grease. Damn AC still wasn’t working properly. Maybe the English could work that way, but it drove Kayt up a wall.
“At least the shop’s come along, right girl?” she asked Fluke. The black shepherd mix yipped and wagged her tail. Kayt huffed and put her head on her bent knees, she was loving this place, she really was, but panic was starting to fill her. “Did you hear about that super friendly mechanic right outside of town? Be careful, he may steal business.” One of her customers had warned her. She was confident in her abilities, but also in the abilities of the only person she ever shared a garage with who wasn’t her grandpa. But, there was no way he had found her. “Fuck me, man.” She groaned, her chest feeling tight. She stood and walked towards one of the shop counters to grab up her beer. “This place is going to do well, Fluke.” Had to stay positive as much as she felt she had to stay buzzed.