When Scott turned around in his chair and he and Lydia did that cute little hand hold thing to celebrate being done with highschool, my heart grew like the Grinch’s when it broke that measuring device.
word count: 4819 summary: the summary is basically the prompt below warnings: angsstt, swearing, underage drinking, angst, you’ll cry if you listen to the song while reading, angst a/n: so i listened to this for most of while i was writing it, and thought maybe you’d want to listen too for the effect.
[you’re not friends, you’ll never be friends…
you’ll be in love till it kills you both]
For the longest time, you were by yourself. All of kindergarten, and most of first grade. That was until the boy who would soon be your best friend moved to town and was put in your class. The new boy, who you’d learn was named Theo, was about as shy as you were and wasn’t very good at making friends. When you’d noticed his struggle, you simply sat with him at lunch. In a matter of minutes the two of you hit it off, and became friends.
He was your one and only friend, for the three years that he lived in Beacon Hills. He moved away in the fourth grade, leaving you with nothing but a photo frame of the two of you sitting in the backyard, taken by your mother.
It was by surprise when you were certain you’d seen him again, eight years later when you were in your senior year of high school. He had casually turned the corner at the school, and you could see him perfectly clear from your locker.
“Theo?” You called, taking out your earbuds as you caught his attention. His jaw dropped open as his eyes landed on you. To say he was surprised and completely breath taken would be a lie.
“y/n? Oh my god is that you?” You grinned and he did too upon seeing you again, and you jumped up into his arms for a hug.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again” You said before he set you back down.
“Yeah, yeah me either” He sighed, happy to have his best friend back.
Now, a few months later and after the Dread Doctors epidemic had passed, you were hanging out in Theo’s apartment, as you did almost all of your days. e was currently passed out on the sofa while you were tidying up a little. It wasn’t even messy, you were really just wandering around, not wanting to go home.
Your mind had trailed off to the recent events that had taken place in Beacon Hills. The whole while that the Dread Doctors were around, you’d known in Theo’s involvement with them. You urged him to get out of it, that it was unsafe, but he didn’t listen. Just told you that they’d sworn to him they’d stay away from you, and that he would finally have a pack, no longer being an omega.
So the night you were taken by the Doctors and experimented on, was a night that angered Theo every time he thought about it.
When he’d walked into the lair, he immediately knew what was going on. He could smell your scent, coated in absolute fear and terror. He ran straight into the experimentation room, finding you strapped down to a metal table.
“Th-Theo” You cried for him, and he tore the restraints off of your body angrily.
“What’d they- oh god what’d they do to you?” He asked, gently placing his hands over your bloodied and bruised cheeks.
“They- they took me” You stammered. “My wrists, they did stuff to my wrists” You told him, and he looked down to your arms, seeing an intricate design of cuts over them.
“Oh god- no no no no no y/n..” His features contorted in what you recognized as pain and anger and sadness, all mixed together.
“Get me out…” You begged quietly. “Get me out of here”
And there was no hesitation as he scooped you up into his arms and carried you out to his truck, driving you straight home. He didn’t work with the Doctors again after that.
You looked down at your bare arms, seeing the same scars that had been there since that night about two months ago. As scared and hurt as you were that night, you weren’t angry with him. After all, he’d come and rescued you, not to mention the thousands of times he’s apologized since then. Though now he tried not to mention anything about it, and neither had you.
And as far as you knew, you never gained any kind of powers from these scars which was good seeing that everyone who did ended up being killed by the Doctors anyways.
You turned around, looking at your friend who was sleeping on his sofa, a Biology text book open and lying on his chest. You smiled gently and wandered over to him, picking up the book and sticking a post it note in the page he left off on, just in case. Then grabbing a throw blanket and tossing it over his body. But the action woke him up.
“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you” You said quietly, adjusting the blanket. He just shook his head, and tugged on your wrist.
“Lay with me” He prompted, and you tilted your head to the side in silent question. “Just lay with me” He said again, and this time you gave in, lying down on the couch and letting him pull the blanket over the both of you.
“This isn’t as comfortable as bed” You said, but once his arms wrapped around you and you settled your head against his chest, you found it to be just as good.
“I just don’t wanna sleep by myself” He mumbled, and you hummed.
Because I’m having nightmares, he thought. Because every time I shut my eyes I see my sister ripping my heart out, and worse. Ripping your heart out. But he didn’t say anything, just held you close and focused on the sound of your steady and soothing heartbeat. He he relaxed upon hearing melodic sound, and you did soon as well from the warmth of being wrapped up in him.
“I just want you to lay with me” He said, and you wrapped a leg in between his so you wouldn’t fall off of the couch. Sure, you knew the truth, you knew he was having night terrors.
You could see it in the way he would zone out, his eyes glazing over as he thought about whatever it was that haunted his dreams. You could hear it in his voice when he called you in the middle of the night, just cause he wanted to ‘check in’ or ‘hear your voice’. But you never pushed the subject. And tried not to let him realize that you knew the truth.
“Okay” You whispered, your hands resting against his shoulders as your eyes fluttered shut. “It’s okay” You mumbled before falling asleep against him.
You were sat at the library at school, working on homework that was due in a few hours that you procrastinated on. An awful habit, you already knew. It was mostly quiet, so you got most of your work done and still had twenty minutes of free period to spare before you had to go to class.
“Hey” A voice drew you from your working, and you looked up to see a boy you’d never seen before standing next to your seat.
“Hello” You said and gave him a genuine smile. “You need help with something?” He opened his mouth, but no words came out. You sat with a raised brow in amusement to his speechlessness. “You alright?”
“Yeah-yeah I am” He stumbled. You took his silence and gave yourself a moment to look him over. You figured he was a sophomore, he looked a little younger than you. But he had tousled red hair and freckles that dotted over his nose and across his cheeks on pale skin. You liked the way his green eyes reminded you of Theo’s.
“You sure?” You giggled, and he smiled slightly, beginning to stop his flustering.
“Yeah see there’s this.. this party that Lydia Martin’s throwing” You nodded, knowing the banshee that he was speaking of. You weren’t necessarily friends, but you got along fine. “And uh- uh I’ve seen you around here a lot you’re in the library often” You nodded again.
“I’m a bit of a procrastinator” You told him, gesturing to all the worksheets in front of you, and he licked over his lips nervously.
“Uh anyways I- I was wondering if you’d want to go with me” Your lips parted in surprise, the question taking you completely off guard.
“Like-like a date? You’re asking me out?” You asked, your voice bewildered as you stared at him with wide eyes.
This had never happened before. You’d never been asked out, hell you didn’t think anyone would even notice you.
“Scram kid” You heard a voice and turned around to see Theo walking to your table, sitting across from you. And before you could give the boy your answer, he ran off out of fear of the senior that looked like he could snap him in half.
“Theo!” You hissed angrily at him. “He was asking me out!”
“Yeah, and the kid’s fifteen, he’s a freshman” The chimera replied, already taking one of your homework sheets and beginning to do it for you.
“Yeah well-well don’t think that doing my homework’s gonna make me feel better” You grumbled, and he chuckled as he went through the page with ease.
“No, but the party tonight will be fun enough that you’ll forget all about your frustration with me” You rolled your eyes, and didn’t speak to him the rest of the time you spent at the library.
Later that night you found yourself standing against the wall in the Martin’s living room. A red cup of beer that was almost gone in your hand. You didn’t even like beer, it tasted awful on your tongue but you needed something to numb your anxiety from being here, and the loneliness of standing there by yourself. There were people everywhere, dancing to the blasting music, drinking their worries away, grinding against each other, and a few who just stood and talked with cups in their hands.
You were certain that this was a waste of time. Theo was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, and you didn’t like being at Lydia’s by yourself. The whole McCall pack was here of course, and they weren’t quite fond of you, or Theo. Except for Kira, you often found her saying hi to you in the hallway, sitting with you in class, asking you about your day. She seemed sweet, so you never really pushed her away.
You could see her from where you stood, dancing romantically with Scott to a dirty song. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the way they worked so adorably together.
Stiles and Lydia were dancing and drinking together too, but you mostly steered clear of them. Lydia was nice, as far as kindness goes. She never really bothered you, and you kept the neutral peace with her. Stiles on the other hand… well he hated Theo with a burning passion. Had since the beginning of the year when he’d moved back to Beacon Hills. And since you and Theo were joined at the hip, you figured that the pale boy wouldn’t take much of a liking to you either. Because of Stiles and Lydia’s closeness as well, all four of you just stayed as clear away from each other as humanly (and not so humanly) possible.
You tugged the sleeves of your sweater down over your wrists unconsciously. A habit you had ever since your wrists were sliced open and your skin was scarred with what looked like crop circles. Sure, people had seen before but never thought much of it or questioned you about it. Only Theo, and the McCall pack knew the truth. And you, of course. You were the only one forever burdened with the memory.
“Hey why’re you being a loner?” Kira asked, dancing slightly as she came up to you. You gave her a shocked look, but mostly since she was alone, and her bodyguard of a boyfriend was nowhere near her.
“Oh uh-uh I’m waiting for someone” You said, looking from her dark almond shaped eyes to your nearly empty cup. She nodded, trading cups with you, and giving you another one full of beer.
“Theo?” She pondered, and you didn’t have to answer for her to know she was right.
“Uh, why’d you take my-”
“So that my friends think I drank something, and so that you have liquid frown-be-gone” She said, giving you a big sweet smile.
“Oh… thanks” You said quietly.
“y/n can I ask you a question?” The kitsune asked, and you nodded.
“Why do you run away from us?” Your brows shot up, taken back by the question. “I mean, it’s not like we’re gonna attack you if you sit with us at lunch” She said with a small giggle.
“I just.. I spend my time with Theo” You said, shaking your head. “I don’t want any trouble” You told her, tracing your fingers over the rim of your cup. Kira’s eyes trained on your arm, where the loose sleeve had fallen back enough for her to see the markings on your skin. She frowned, but looked back at you again. You took a long drink from your cup, trying to avoid the awkward silence that had fallen between you.
“You love him” She thought aloud, and you choked on your alcohol. “Oh-! Oh I’m sorry I thought you knew-”
“Knew? What? No, no of course not he’s my best friend” Kira giggled behind her hand, and nodded her head.
“Yeah okay” She said, clearly not believing you.
“Um… I’m gonna head to the bathroom” You said, awkwardly pointing towards the stairs of the large house. “I’ll… I’ll see you later?” Kira nodded, giving a small wave as you began to go your separate ways.
“Annyeong y/n” She said in an accent and language you didn’t recognize or understand, but figure it meant goodbye.
You made a run for the stairs, and when you got to the bathroom, you locked yourself in it.
When Theo arrived, feeling rushed since he was far later than he’d told you he’d be, he tried to pick up your scent. In hopes of quickly finding you and apologizing as soon as he could. He could tell you’d been here, but it was very faint, and he couldn’t quite tell where you were.
Just as he’d made his way to the kitchen, he immediately caught the eye of Stiles. The last person that he wanted to run into. But it was too late, because both him, his banshee girlfriend(?) and Kira, the thunder kitsune had all seen him come in.
“Theo!” Kira called, and waved him over. He looked at her with a very, very confused look on his face. But Lydia waved him over too, so now he was stuck having to approach them.
“Um, hi?” He phrased it like a question, and Lydia gave him one of the solo cups on the counter.
“Hello” Kira spoke again in her bubbly tone. “Looking for y/n? She’s in the bathroom, she’ll be back soon” She spoke so fast he was surprised that he heard everything she’d told him.
“Alright… thanks” He said cautiously.
“Look man I’m not dancing around it” Stiles spoke up, and Lydia sighed, hanging her head in her hand. “Just don’t hurt y/n any more than you already have” Theo shook his head, his brows cinching in confusion.
“I’m sorry?” He asked, a slight of irritation evident in his voice.
“We don’t care whatever happens with you two, we trust her” Lydia said in a kinder tone. “We know there’s something… there” She said, and again Theo was stuck wondering just what the hell they were talking about.
“We like her” Kira said. “She’s someone that we.. we watch over when things here get weird” She added. “And we know you do too-”
“Of course I do, she’s my best friend” Kira laughed, rolling her eyes.
“You two are so cute” She said, and before he could ask again what she meant, Lydia spoke up.
“You aren’t friends” She said, shaking her head as she smiled at him. “You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both”
Coming from the banshee, Theo felt a chill go down his spine.
“Like I said, she’s just been sitting in the upstairs bathroom for like.. ten minutes” Kira told him, and he ran a hand through his hair before turning around to go after her.
But he turned back, looking at the three people he thought would ignore him (or kill him in his sleep)
“I’m not gonna hurt her” He said, and all three spoke at the same time.
“I know” Kira said softly.
“You won’t” Lydia spoke like she’d seen their future together.
“Sure” Stiles said, not too sure what to make of Theo quite yet.
Theo just nodded, and made his way towards the staircase in search of you. Before he went up, he shot a glance back to the three he’d just spoken with, seeing, and hearing, them already in a different conversation. He wondered if they knew. Wondered if they’d seen the way he looked at you, or if the supernatural beings in the McCall pack had heard the way his heartbeat changes when you’re around.
He wondered if Lydia really did know about his future, if that was something she could do. And he wondered if the future he had before him, had you in it.
You were enjoying your silence, sitting in the bathtub with the shower curtain pulled to seclude you even further. You had finished your second beer, chugging it down in frustration, which only earned you a horrid flavor in your mouth and a headache. When all you’d needed was to be a bit buzzed to make it through the night.
You weren’t really sure how long you’d been in the bathroom, but since you’d closed the door, no one had tried to get in, and you certainly didn’t try to get out. In fact, you figured you would just pass out right here in Lydia Martin’s bathroom. And judging by the parties she’d thrown in the past, you figured it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened.
The soft knocks on the door made you jump slightly, and stay silent. If someone came in, you were hid behind the flower plastic shower curtain and no one would know you were even in there.
“y/n? I know you’re in there” Theo called.
“Come in” You mumbled, but knew he could hear you fine. The doorknob squeaked as it turned slowly, and you heard him shut the door behind him when he came in, drowning out the sound of laughter and party music as soon as it shut. Making it an outside muffle again.
“Are you..?” He trailed off with his question, pulling back the curtain and revealing you, answering his own inquiry. “Now what’re you doing up in here?” He asked, stepping into the tub, and pulling back the curtain again. You pulled your knees up close to your chest as he sat across from you, in the same position. His arms laying over his knees and fingers linking together as he studied you. “You’re sad” He said bluntly.
“I’m drunk” You corrected.
“A little, but I can smell your chemo signals, and you’re sad” He replied easily, and you mentally cursed this ability of his. “You wanna tell me why?” He asked, eyes flickering from where you’d set your red cup on the corner edge of the tub.
“Because I’m alone” You sighed, and set your chin on your knees. He caught the way your hands tightened around your ankles.
You looked beautiful tonight, so casually gorgeous. In light skinny jeans and a sweater, with short heeled boots that you wore often to make you taller than you are.
“Alright, come here” He beckoned you with his hand, prompting you to come sit against him. But you shook your head. Theo gave you a look of surprise.
“You’re the reason I was stuck all alone tonight” You told him, wanting to be frustrated, but really you were just sad, and let down. “First of all, it wouldn’t have even mattered if you showed up if you’d just let me go with that… that kid who I didn’t even catch the name of” You said, looking up at him with round and sorrowful eyes. “But since you scared him off, I was stuck waiting on you, for half an hour” You let out a small sigh, and stared down at your feet.
“y/n…” Theo hated this feeling, the guilt that would crash over him from hurting you, from letting you down. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taunted that guy to leave you alone, and I shouldn’t have been late to get here” He reached out for your hands, pulling them from yourself, and bring you closer to him. You gave in, turning around so you could sit between his legs with your back against his chest. You relaxed against him, breathing out through your nose. “I’m so sorry” He said, wrapping one arm your middle, and the other hand running up and down your arm.
“Why were you even late?” You asked quietly. “What held you up?”
Does he answer the question honestly? Or lie?
“Nothing, just lost track of time” He sighed, closing his eyes as he set his chin on the top of your head. You closed your eyes, snuggling yourself against him. “I’m sorry y/n”
“I know” You whispered, and he looked down, his eyes catching the pattern on your wrist, and more guilt filled within him.
“You’re not alone, okay? Promise you won’t ever feel alone again” You didn’t say anything, unsure of how you could promise such a thing. “And the next time you even think that you are… please just think of me, because I’m always here. You’re stuck with me” He poked at your side and then your cheek, earning a smile and little wiggle of your body upon the ticklish feeling.
“I promise” You finally answered, taking his hand so he’d stop poking it. He let you hold onto his hand, not wanting to pull away from you. Neither of you really said anything, he just held your body in one arm, and your hand in the other.
After a long time passed, you were nearly asleep, and he decided it was time to take you home.
“Alright y/n, let’s get going” He carefully stood up, and moved in front of you. You held your arms up, and his hands planted on your sides, lifting you up with ease. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist as you laid your head on his shoulder, already trying to get some rest.
“I’m sleepy” You mumbled as he planted his one hand under your legs and the other against your back to keep you held against him.
“I know sweetheart you’ll be home soon” He hummed, stepping out of the tub and carefully opening the door without dropping you. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, breathing in his scent.
“You smell like aftershave” You mused in a quiet but happy tone. Theo took you down each step of the house carefully and slowly.
“I did shave after school” He replied, and you smiled.
“I like it” You said, filling your nostrils again with the delicious scent. When he got to the front door, he quickened his actions to leave this party. You were beginning to fall asleep. You were breathing steadily and softly, and your heart beat was at a steady and relaxed against his chest.
When he opened the passenger door to his truck, he set you in the seat gently, and had to pull your limbs off of him. He chuckled as your hands still clutched the material of his shirt, but he delicately pried your fingers out of the fist you’d made. He buckled you in, and your hands wound around the seat belt, holding onto it and snuggling your head against the seat. Theo smiled to himself before closing the door slowly, making sure you wouldn’t be hit by it when it shut.
The drove home was silent as you were in a peaceful and quiet, but not sleeping state. And he didn’t want to bother you as you daydreamed.
When he arrived at your house, he unbuckled you and carried you in his arms bridal style. You stayed in silence, even as you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, and buried yourself against him.
“I love you” You mumbled.
It was so soft, so fragile and so spontaneous, he didn’t know if you’d meant to say it out loud or not. He was silent still as he opened your front door and brought you inside.
“You don’t have to say it back” You said, and Theo looked down at you, but your eyes were shut as you rested. “I already know it” He watched as your lips upturned in a small and adorable smile. He nearly tripped going up your stairs but caught his balance before he could.
“How- what-what makes you say all that now?” He asked, as gently as he could keep his voice.
“A weird talk with Kira honestly” You yawned, still keeping your eyes shut and head positioned against his chest. “And I always… sorta figured” You told him.
The guilt from earlier came creeping back to him, but he brought you to your room and set you in bed. He took your shoes off and set them on the floor by your dresser, then pulled the blankets over top of you.
“Sleep well y/n” He said softly, and placed a feather light kiss on the crown of your head. You smiled as he caressed your cheek softly, and fell asleep before he’d even pulled away from you.
He dug his hand into his pocket, and retrieved a folded piece of paper, setting it on your nightstand. Right next to the picture from when you were children.
“I love you so much” He said quietly to your sleeping form, before leaving your room, and heading downstairs.
You opened your eyes when you heard your door shut, fumbling for the paper you’d heard him set next to your bed. You opened it quickly and scanned over the words.
y/n, in the year that I’ve had you back, I’ve done nothing but betray you, and hurt you, and put you in a danger that i struggle to protect you from.
As I write this, i’m already late to meet you tonight, and i’m sorry for that, but it’s important that i tell you before you find out on your own
I have to leave. I can’t stay here any longer, I have to serve my punishment with the skin walkers. I’ll be alright, don’t worry about me. I’ve known for a while that my time in Beacons Hills was running out, and I’ve been spending every second I could so that when I left, I’d feel satisfied with my time with you.
But during the days spent together, I realized I’d never be satisfied, and that the more time I spent with you, I was only letting you down out of my own selfishness of wanting you.
And I’ll always want you, I know that, you probably know it, anyone with eyes knows it. But I can’t stay, as much as I want to, for you.
I just want you to know that everything I’ve done, was for you. Both for the better and worse. I’ve lied, and hidden things from you, resulting in you getting hurt, and I can’t live with it anymore.
It’s high time I pay my dues, and comply with the skin walkers.
I love you, and if there comes a time I return, I’ll find you first. I promise.
You were crying, as you gripped onto the paper and sprinted out of your room, almost falling down the stairs in your rushed and clumsy panic, you went to your front door, whipping it open , just in time to see he’d pulled out of your driveway, and was driving down the road.
“No no no you can’t leave” You mumbled as you ran to the end of your driveway in the dark. Bits of gravel dug into your bare feet, surely leaving small bruises and cuts but you couldn’t care about that right now.
You stood in the middle of the empty, dimly lit street, his letter still in your hand, and watching as his truck drove further, and further away.
“You said not to feel lonely, to think of you” You cried, sinking down onto your knees. “But what am I supposed to do if you’re gone?”
so long story short i heard that prompt (you’re not friends you’ll never be friends, youll be in love till it kills you both) last night when i was sinding down and ready to sleep. but then it just stuck in my head and i kept pissing about it to @taegdcl1018 (my wife) because i just couldn’t get it out of my head. so i got myself to writing at two in the morning so i could put it to good use.
it was supposed to be a drabble but i got a little obsessed… sorry
MANY PEOPLE ARE TALKING ABOUT STYDIA HAVING KIDS AND I CAN’T CHOOSE IF I WANT IT TO BE A BOY OR A GIRL, I WANT IT TO BE A BOY BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE MINI STILES AND HEAR STILES AND LYDIA CALLING HIM LITTLE MAN
AND I WANT THEM TO HAVE A GIRL BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY ADORABLE HEADCANONS
LIKE IMAGINE LYDIA COMING HOME ONE DAY TO FIND STILES ON THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR, HIS BACK AGAINST THE COUCH AND HE IS BLOWING HIS NAILS, DRYING THEM, AND THEIR 3 YEARS OLD GIRL IS SITTING ON THE COUCH WITH HER LEGS ON STILES’ SHOULDERS, BRUSHING HIS HAIR AGGRESSIVELY.
LYDIA ALSO NOTICE STILES CHEEKS ARE EXTRA FLUSHED, AND HER OPENED MAKE UP BAG NEXT TO HIS THIGH GIVES HER THE HINT THAT IT’S BLUSH.
SHE HEARS STILES WINCING IN PAIN, BUT AT THE SAME TIME MAKING JOKES TO THEIR LITTLE GIRL SAYING THINGS LIKE “PULL HARDER WONT YOU” OR “TRYING TO KILL DADDY, SO YOU CAN SLEEP NEXT TO MOMMY WITHOUT ME” ( SAYING DADDY IS SO WEIRD I AM BLAMING THE FUCKING INTERNET ) AND THEIR GIRL LAUGHS AND HIDES HER FACE IN STILES’ HAIR AND HE LEANS HIS HEAD BACKWARDS, RESTING IT IN HER LAP AND THEN HE KISSES HER NOSE AND SHE CHUCKLES AND ACCIDENTALLY SPITS ON HIM.
THEN I CAN SEE STILES GRINNING AND IN ONE FAST MOVE, HE TURNS AROUND AND WRAPS HIS ARMS AROUND HER, PULLING HER IN HIS LAP, THEN HE STARTS TO TICKLE HER, AND SAYS WHILE LAUGHING, THINGS LIKE “YOU SPIT ON DADDY?” AND SHE KEEPS REPEATING “NO” IN BETWEEN LAUGHS, AND THEN STILES SUDDENLY STOPS, ONLY TO START BLOWING RASPBERRY ON HER CHEEKS. FUCK THIS IS SO SOFT, STILES WOULD BE THE BEST DAD. AND FUCK, IMAGINE SECONDS LATER, HE SEES CYAN NAIL POLISH THAT CAME OFF HIS NAILS ON HIS DAUGHTER CHEEK, AND THEN HE IS LIKE “YOUR MOM GONNA KILL ME.” AND THEY BOTH GRIN. JREIOJOIGJRIOTG IMAGINE HIM CARRYING HER, OVER HIS SHOULDER, TELLING HER “LETS GO AND WIPE IT CLEAN” THEN THEY MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE BATHROOM, AND HE STOPS WHEN HE IS FACE TO FACE TO LYDIA.
“SHE JUST SHAT HERSELF.” HE LIES, GESTURING WITH HIS HEAD AT THE GIRL OVER HIS SHOULDER.
“I HAVE NAIL POLISH ON MY FACE.” THEIR LITTLE GIRL VOICE COMES OFF MUFFLED.
LYDIA ROLLS HER EYES AND IS LIKE “I KNOW”, THEN SHE SMILES AND GETS ON HER TOES TO GIVE STILES A SMALL KISS BEFORE SHE TAKES THEIR BABY IN HER ARMS, “LETS GO AND WASH YOU.”
LYDIA BATHES THEIR
DAUGHTER AS STILES CLEAN HIS FACE, REMOVING THE MAKE UP, HE STARES AT HIS GIRLS REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR, LYDIA GENTLY MASSAGING THEIR GIRL HAIR WITH SHAMPOO AND SOFTLY WARNING HER TO CLOSE HER EYES.
HE SMILES BECAUSE HE NEVER THOUGHT HE WILL GET THIS, HE NEVER THOUGHT HE WILL SURVIVE SENIOR YEAR BUT HE DID AND HE BUILT A SMALL FAMILY WITH THE WOMAN HE NEVER STOPPED LOVING.
Maybe going to have part two?
Requested by Anon
(Y/n) nodded silently at her cousin, Scott. “You sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Scott asked, looking at her,“ I know you’ll be safe but you sure about this.”
“I’ll be fine,” (Y/n) whispered to the only male she trusted. “Okay, I’ll be back later,” Scott promised, walking out of the door. She let out a breath and locked the door.
She ran back to her room and hid under her covers, opening her laptop and started scrolling through Tumblr. After a few hours she had fallen asleep.
“(Y/n)?” She suddenly woke up to her named being called with a knock on the door. She rubbed her eyes and opened the door,“ Scott?” She came to her senses and looked at the people behind him. It consisted of Stiles, who she wasn’t afraid of, two girls (one with brown hair and one with strawberry blonde hair), and two other males. One of them was a buff older male and the other was a scarf wearing tall teen. She looked at the two males in fear and slammed the door on them.
“(Y/n),” Scott knocked again,“ Its okay Isaac and Derek won’t hurt you. Derek might look like a sour wolf but he’s nice?” Even (Y/n) knew that he was questioning himself. “But Isaac is amazing. I think you would get along with him,” Scott opened the door letting himself in. He shut and locked the door again.
“Hey,” he whispered to (Y/n) who was sitting silently in the far right corner of her room. She looked up at him and glared.
“Sorry I should have warned you that I was bringing people over,” he sat next to the (h/c) haired girl. “But anyway,” he continued,“ Isaac is kinda like you. He was abused by his dad and locked in a freezer.” “…” (Y/n) stayed silent for a bit before whispering,“ Isaac… Is he okay?”
“What do you mean?” The girl’s cousin asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. She looked down at her hands sadly.
“I’m asking if he’s okay. No one ever asked me if I was okay,” she looked at the door where Isaac was,“ I want to make sure he’s okay. Because no one asks if we’re okay,” she stood up.
She slowly walked to the door, opening it. She wrapped her arms around Isaac’s neck, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He stood still in confusion before slowly hugging her back. “Are you okay?” (Y/n) whispered.
“I’m fine,” he whispered back while looking at the people around him. “Okay break it up,” Stiles pushed Isaac away from (Y/n), ruining the little moment. “Stiles,” She whispered, hugging him. “Okay okay I know I’m your favorite person but there’s other people here too,” he reminded her.
The (h/c) haired girl looked at the others and smiled softly,“ I’m (Y/n) nice to meet you guys.” Lydia squealed, hugging the girl,“ You’re so adorable!”
“Thank you?” (Y/n) muttered, confused at the affection that she was getting. “Lydia let go of the poor girl, she needs to breath,” Allison pulled Lydia away from (Y/n).
“Hey, I’m Allison,” The dark haired girl smiled. Lydia elbowed Derek. He glared at her before looking softly at (Y/n). “Um I’m Derek, Derek Hale,” he held out his hand,“ Nice to meet you…”
(Y/n) smiled at them, they probably knew about her past but they had accepted her. They’re her family.
And (Y/n) knew, she was going to protect them no matter what.
when stydia is a couple, what do you think Lydia loves most about Stiles and Stiles loves most about Lydia?
I think Lydia most loves the lightness that Stiles brings to her heart and the way he even has the ability to be light in the first place. He’s been through so much shit and somewhere along the way he found his way back to her, so that he could love he with all of himself. Lydia could have so easily gone in a different direction. She could have ended up a rigid socialite trophy wife with a stick up her ass and this secret intelligence that she had thrown away because of survival instincts. She could have ended up in a big, fancy house with a husband who was never home and a thick black credit card. Instead, she’d ended up being Stiles Stilinski’s smart-ass wife. Stiles has all of this joy inside of him that he doesn’t even realize he has, and I think Lydia sees that in him. She sees the parts of him that aren’t damaged and loves the way they make her feel less damaged as well. Stiles being happy with her makes her happy. His affection, love, lightness, care, and faithfulness allow Lydia to sink comfortably into being a person who she wants to be and who makes her happy. So when he acts like an idiot or like a little kid, she’s reminded of the person who could have ended up with a man who only ever cracked a smile when he was seeing through the fakeness of hers.
And I think that for Stiles, the ironic thing is that the part of Lydia that he loves the most is her brain. (Your mind, it makes me want to know you more, so tell me what we have in store, tell me everything.) The reason why I find it to be ironic is because he didn’t start off feeling that way about her– he knew she was smart, of course, but he didn’t fall in love with the intricate workings of her brain. He didn’t know her brain, didn’t know just how smart she was, only had snapshots of the way she thinks and feels and calculates. When Stiles was falling in love with Lydia, he fell in love with her tenacity and her appearance and her side-comments and the intelligence that he could see and the tiny sliver of vulnerability that occasionally peeked through before she shoved it back. But then high school rolls around, and with it the supernatural, and suddenly he is constantly being exposed to the brilliance of Lydia Martin– not only that, he’s watching as she wears it on her sleeve. He’s awed by it. He’s awed by this brain that has it in itself to be so selfish yet also calculates how Scott saves everybody and realizes that that person is who she wants to be. Lydia’s mind, with all its flaws and different facets, fucking fascinates Stiles, and a part of that is because he gets it. As shocking and strange and wonderful and awe-inspiring as Lydia’s brain can be, Stiles also kinda understands it with this intrinsic instinct that only gets stronger as they grow together. So I think the thing he loves most about her is the way she thinks and perceives and the way she can know everything but still be so stuck in her ways. And I think, especially, he’s fascinated by the way Lydia learns to grow and adapt. When they’re together, he gets to watch her learn how to love him– learn love the first time. She’s been in love before, but this thing they have, it’s everything to Lydia, and both of them know that she doesn’t know how to handle that. So Lydia is navigating intimacy and vulnerability and complete adoration on these bambi-like legs and Stiles is just totally in awe of all the little ways he can see through her and understand… like, wow. This girl is trying for me. This girl loves me enough to try for me.
Wow those episodes were STRESSFUL AF, like im still shook and so angry at those dumb ungrateful lil bitches of beacon hills whole damn population wtf. Saying they only ‘’tried’’ to help wtf lol where were you during those events????!!! Fuck off?!
Hey quick question. Do you think Stiles would give Lydia his mum's engagement ring? xx
So, okay, my head canon for this is super infirm but I don’t believe Stiles would give Lydia a used engagement ring. I think he’d want to get her one just for her, one that she loved, rather than one that had a significant meaning for him. Lydia is so special and she deserves a ring that she adores.
BUT I can actually really see Stiles giving Lydia his mom’s engagement ring to wear as a necklace at one point while they’re doing long distance. I love the idea of her being really shook one day at MIT because she finds out that her dad is getting remarried and it genuinely throws her off and messes her up and puts her in this really bad place. So Stiles, like the reckless, lovable fool he is, takes a plane up there and basically knocks on her door and just holds her tight while she shakes in shock at the fact that he’s even there. And when he’s leaving, he gives her the necklace as a way to remember that she has a family in him, and in Scott, and in his dad, and in the pack.
When I first started this blog (not my first time as Lydia), it took me a while to get comfortable once again with the fandom and even those outside of it for crossovers. It had been a while since I wrote Lydia and I wasn’t confident at all in her. And now there’s so many of you and I adore Lydia more than ever! I actually feel accepted by the community with her and it took me a while to even get there and it’s honestly all because of your love and support. Seriously, I probably would have given up on her a long time ago if it wasn’t for all of you. I’ve come to treasure so many of you and there are even those that I just admire from afar.
Now look at all that mushy stuff. Guess what? It gets even worse. Below the cut are my lovelies, my friends, and then just generally great people I see on the dash that deserve recognition for how great their skills are.
Can't help falling in love (Requested Derek Hale Imagine)
You hadn’t known pure happiness, until your baby girl had been born. Nine months was too long to wait, for you and Derek. But finally, Luna Hale arrived into the world.
With snow falling graciously outside the window, you and Derek sat comfortably with Luna on the couch, near the warm fireplace. Christmas being right around the corner, you had decided to get the pack together for a holiday dinner, as well as celebrating the arrival of the new Hale.
“She is so adorable.” Lydia cooed at the child laying sleepily in your arms.
“And she looks just like her father.” Melissa chimed in, smiling happily at Derek, who proudly smiled back at her.
“You guys can go ahead and eat. The food is ready.” You called to the pack, who now filled the living room of the loft.
After everyone had went into the kitchen, you and Derek remained seated on the couch. You snuggled deeper into his embrace, and held Luna closer to the both of you.
Becoming lost in her hazel eyes, you began to sing quietly…
“Darling, so you see..some things are meant to be. Take my hand; take my whole life too…oh, for I can’t help falling in love..with you…”
“…Oh for I, I can’t help falling in love with you…” Derek finished softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead, and then Luna’s.
You and Derek had begun singing to Luna, her eyes twinkling brightly in the light of the Christmas tree, as she began smiling up at you, and Derek. You couldn’t help but smile back down at your beautiful, and happy baby girl.
“I love you.” Derek whispered to you, and then to Luna.
Smiling contently, you began to drift off to sleep, the sound of Derek’s heartbeat, and the warmth of Luna comforting you, allowing you to relax and watch the snow fall, until you fell asleep, in a state of pure bliss.