lydia night

6x11 Opening

I told @slowburnotptrash my headcanon for the 6x11 opener so here’s my fixed version:

During a calm and quiet dark night in the town of Beacon Hills, Lydia Martins house stands peacefully strong. It’s the middle of summer and Ms.Martin had gone on a two week vacation with her friends. Lydia obviously used that to her advantage. Stiles stayed at her house every night, he even packed a suitcase and told his dad he was going on a small vacation of his own. It was their last night before Lydia’s mom would come back home. Stiles slipped his warm body over Lydia’s more smaller and fragile one. He leaves a trail of kisses from her tummy, to her breasts, up to her collarbone and to her neck as he finally comes up from under the covers. He has a firm grip on her right waist, as his left hand slides up and down the little dip in her bone structure. The red floral laced bra from Victoria Secret really complimented her radiant, beautiful skin. The moon light penetrating through her window blinds lit her skin at the perfect tone. Stiles took time to view every detail of her body; her perfect hour glass figure, her belly button that curved in, the strawberry blonde hair that rolled down in swirls to her breasts, her bony pelvis that acted as small Hills, but also the beautiful scars that remained. Stiles made sure to kiss every single one of those scars she had because they represented her strength, they were apart of her and she was his home so they were apart of him too. He finally reached her lips, with his nose pressed against hers. From what started with sweet slow kisses turned into this burning passion. They got into this kind of rhythm, and every hushed moment was broken by their heavy breathing. Lydia slid her hands under Stiles’ shirt, ripping it over his head faster than the steady pattern they had been following. Their bodies rolled around the bed heating the bed sheets up like they’ve just been pulled out of the dryer. Lydia was now on top of Stiles, both her thumbs pressed into the dimples of his pelvis. Her soft hand touched his chest, applying gently pressure as she slid down his abs reaching for his belt. The tip of his long middle finger dug into her spine and traveled up the long pathway to the clasp of her bra. With one small flick the surface of her skin was exposed. Stiles’ skinny hands surrounded her entire back, he rubbed circles from bottom up. Her back was so small he could hold her with the strength of one arm. She grips onto his cheeks with both hands and continues kissing him wildly. They roll over once more, the sting from the cold sheets cause Lydia to violently twitch awake. She looks to the right side of the bed and finds no one there. She could feel her lips still trembling as her shaky finger tips reach up to stop it, her smile begins to fade. Those long summer nights were truly over and she can’t stop thinking of all the love they had made. She reaches for her phone to dial Stiles from D.C. Hearing his sleepy voice answer the phone made her feel safe and warm. It was a different kind of warmth though, the kind that could overpower any cold sheets. She missed him so much.

And bang bang then the teen wolf theme song comes on….


hello, goodbyes hung on our lips
the beginning of us, those swingin’ doors
hearts not the same as they were before

      i remember those days when love kept us waiting all night
        for headlights

Friendly reminder that, before Liam held Hayden’s dead body,
before Scott held Allison in his arms as she died, and before
we saw how Derek had held Paige in his arms before giving
her a quick death, there was Lydia Martin, who watched her
first love die in front of her, not once…

but twice in the same night.

Lydia Martin who felt the death of her best friend that she tried to save

and the following night felt the death of her new boyfriend.

The girl who saw her banshee grandmother try to lobotomize herself…

The girl that heard her grandmother’s last breaths,
trying to save her banshee granddaughter from her
same fate of ending up alone and insane…

Before you talk about the poor babies losing their first love…
don’t forget the girl who lost everything she loved.

Including herself.

Take Care - Lydia Martin Halloween Costume Smut

Fml I’ve never felt worse, forgive me for I have sinned.

Request; Smut-ish Lydia and reader getting kicked out of the school Halloween dance for inappropriate costume and dancing maybe s little smut at like an after party or what have you

Warning; swear words, f/f smut

Happy Halloween! :)

I’ve changed this so it’s total smut because tbh it kinda just spiralled and it wouldn’t have been long without it. and i asked andgot an anon message asking for the full thing so here you go. don’t judge me omg, this is the first time writing like this. i named parts of the female anatomy, are you proud of me?

Originally posted by stydialovin


“Wow,” you breathed out as Lydia walked into your room with her costume. She was wearing a nurse costume that while reached mid thigh, showed a hell of a lot cleavage and she wore a set of high heels that made her legs look amazing. “Holy shit, when you said you had a costume for me, did you mean something like that?” you asked, taking in her appearance.

“Well, similar,” she shrugged before handing you a skirt, a white tee shirt and a pink jacket. “Dead pink lady?” she offered as you smiled before getting changed in her bathroom. The shirt was revealing, also low cut, and the skirt was a bit shorter than hers. You pulled the jacket on, which pulled attention to your boobs before you walked out, pulling the skirt down so it was at the desired length the school set. All they said was no tank tops, no showing of the mid section and mid thigh skirts or shorts. They said nothing about chest and cleavage, which gave Lydia the perfect excuse. Your black bra showed through the white material of your shirt, and as you walked out, Lydia looked up at you from her mirror where she was just applying lipstick. She had put white contact lenses in and had blood trickling down her lip which fit the same blood red lipstick she used She was also a greenish, grey colour, a little like ash, which added to the whole effect, her hair pulled back in a nurse headband.

“I quite like it, but isn’t it a little too revealing?” you asked, looking down at yourself.

“No way, it fits all the criteria,” she shrugged with a grin before walking over to you and guiding you to her chair. She sat you down before applying your make up to look like the perfect zombie pink lady, putting your hair behind a band, like hers. “There, you look hot,” she turned you towards the mirror and your jaw dropped a little at how different, yet still nice, you looked. You weren’t sure that this would be allowed, but you didn’t care. You felt confident, and Lydia knew it. You didn’t even look ‘slutty’ or anything. Sure it was a little revealing, but it was nothing bad. All it was, was that your legs were on show. The cleavage wasn’t even much, it was just the legs and the high heels that Lydia made you wear.

Walking into the party at school, you both caught a few stares, but ignored them, immediately going to dance. While doing so, you and Lydia has pressed yourself close against each other before you were grinding just like a lot of other teenagers around you. You turned and put a hand at the back of her neck, pulling her close to you, moving your hips in the same rhythm as her, your eyes concentrating on your constantly meeting hips as well as her cleavage as she smiled to herself at the fact that she made you pay so much attention to her. It was her plan all along, since even though you guys flirted a lot, you’d never done anything except kiss at one party before.

“Girls! Stop!” a teacher had called you out as you were just about to kiss, and then ranted at you for the inappropriate costumes.

This was how you ended up grinding in the same way at Derek’s loft where the school’s afterparty was held by Scott and the rest of the boys. Some had already made their way there instead of to school, so you weren’t alone.

“Did I mention you look smoking in that costume?” you asked Lydia over the music and she only smiled.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, making you grin before you kissed her first, continuing to move your hips and she helped to slip your jacket off so that you tied it around your waist and pushed your own hands into her hair before she bit your bottom lip.

“Shit, Lyds why did you have to dress like that?” you asked, only just louder enough so she understood.

“To make you make a move,” she told you, letting you take in her smile before she had placed her lips on your neck and you let you head fall back before you had enough of this, and pulled her to a room upstairs. Finding a room with no one in, you finally closed the door behind you and locked it before Lydia pulled you to the bed and you sat down on it, letting her straddle you as she kissed you, hard, meshing teeth and tongue together as your hands pushed her back to you. He chest pressed against yours as she took the jacket from around your waist, throwing it onto the ground and you then felt her unbutton her own shirt.

“Take care of me, nurse?” you asked as he giggled but agreed, revealing her white bra, which you dove into, pressing kisses to her skin while she had her fingers in your hair, taking your headband off and letting it fly elsewhere. She let out constant moans, starting to move her hips as you licked, sucked and massaged her breasts, taking in her praises as she urged you to carry on.

“Fuck, Y/n,” she gasped as your hands travelled down to unbutton her dress all the way before you opened it, revealing her underwear as she let it fall to the ground with the hairband. She pushed your head back as she pulled your shirt off before attacking your jaw and neck with kisses, eliciting groans and moan from you too before her warm hand had slipped up your thigh and into your underwear, her fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit, drawing a gasp from you.

Pushing you to lay back, she climbed on top of you and pulled your skirt off, following it with your underwear, throwing both to the ground carelessly before she slid down your body to place kisses up your legs, working her way up before you let out a whimper. “Lyd-“ her mouth was placed onto your clit as she sucked, her finger tracing your slit and collecting your wetness before she pulled away and you looked down to see her licking her finger off.

“You taste so good,” she told you before climbing up your body and making you taste yourself, a finger diving into you as you gasped and pushed your boobs against her, making her bite her lip before she kissed you again.

It was all rough, not tender like you thought it would be. She knew what she wanted and you were happy to give it to her. He fingers constantly worked inside of you, curling and pushing in and out while one of your hands passed over the curve of her ass, pulling her into you while the other undid her bra in a swift movement, making her moan. You tugged at her underwear before she hit your most needed spot and you let out your loudest moan yet. “Lydia- I’m gonna-“

“Don’t,” she said, pulling her fingers away. You were left panting on the bed as she stood up and pulled her underwear down, the only clothing on either of you being your bra, but she left that on.

“Shit, that’s cruel,” you sighed out before she just lay above you, smirking, seeing you like that making her feel better already. She was already wet just from the sight of you, but you needed her to know what torture she put you through. Catching your breath, you rolled the two of you around before you placed yourself between her legs, making both of your cores slid against each other as you started moving.

“Fuck!” Lydia let out as you smiled to yourself, happy to see her in the position while you moved faster, reaching down to rub your clit more as she whined, doing the same as you. As you both released, you leaned down to kiss her once more before you both broke away with a few swears.

“Oh my God,” you sighed, falling back onto the bed.

“Holy shit that was amazing,” she told you.

“Good. I’m planning on repeating it sometime,” you said with a smile at the thought.

Okay but imagine what happens when they finally get Stiles back, after all the hugs and the tears and the proclamations of love and whatnot

Stiles goes to his Jeep, and notices something. Duct tape. Keeping Roscoe’s drivers side door shut. He turns to his friends, doing that little one-eye-twitchy thing where one eye gets super narrow in, in this case, disbelief.

“What happened to my Jeep?”

He peels the duct tape off, and the door comes swinging open, the handle broken. “I, uh–” Scott starts, and sort of smiles apologetically. “I might’ve had to break in, the first time you tried communicating with us? You know - through the Jeep’s radio. We didn’t have the keys yet.”

Stiles’ eyes narrow further. “You broke my Jeep, Scott? On purpose?”

Scott’s eyes widen and he lifts his hands in a gesture of harmlessness. “Lydia told me to.”

Stiles gestures grandly, his hands flailing with his words. “That does not mean you had to do it! You could’ve said no! You’re the alpha, aren’t you supposed to call the shots?”

“Yeah, okay - coming from the guy who hasn’t ever said no to Lydia Martin in his life.”

“Hey, she - she intimidated me, okay? You know this.”

“Which is why only now you worked up the actual courage to tell her you’ve been in love with her for like, ten years.”

Stiles looks at him for a second, before rolling his eyes. “Just get in the car, Scotty. We’ll talk about this later.”

“I’m totally gonna pay for that Lydia jab, aren’t I?”

Stiles sighs, clapping a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Yes, yes you are.”

Scott sighs, turning and crossing over towards the passenger side door. “Great.”

“Hey, you missed me and you know it.”

Scott freezes then, the door half open as Stiles slides into the driver’s seat. He looks at his best friend for a second longer before sliding in and closing his door.

“Yeah, I did.”

“I know.” He sticks the key in the ignition, but hesitates before turning it. “You know, I missed you guys too.”

Scott grins at him, so happy to have his best friend back, nodding as Stiles finally turns the key and the engine sputters painfully to life.

“Yeah, I know.”

I want Lydia to call for Stiles and finally find this feeling of hope again. I want her to finally breathe again she remembered Stiles. She remembered everything about him. She knows what he looks like, what he smells like. She knows that he is her home. She finally remembered every detail of their life together. She’s ready to fall back into his arms. She sees a shadow her hopes are high but alas it’s not Stiles who walks out of the rift it’s someone else. Lydia falls to the ground and onto her knees. Tears start to stream down her face. She was so sure this time. She was so sure they found him. Suddenly she feels a hand on her shoulder and it’s one familiar feeling she looks up but the image is a blur from all the tears filled in her eyes. The familiar touch moves to her cheek to wipe a tear, he calls out to her. Lydia. Without thinking She jumps into his arms and whispers in his ear you came back.

baby check-in

Heya cuties,

I’m back on track with progress for chapter 18. I finally caught up on AO3 and replied to all 200+ comments sitting in my inbox, and with that came a new surge of ambition after rereading what you guys had to say about Home. I finished a few real-life projects too, so now I have much more time for doing illustrations! I’ll probably be posting another sneak peek within the next couple weeks :)

Thank you for your support! <3

I just thought about Lydia gazing fondly at Stiles and him going “what?” And she’s like “Nothing.” Then pauses and smiles and rethinks and says “You’re cute.” And he looks so surprised and excited which makes her roll her eyes because he’s literally the reason she’s wearing a scarf today with her dress, she has to cover the giant hickey he gave her Saturday night.

Just. Lydia and Stiles slowly realizing that they can be open with each other. Lydia and Stiles slowly realizing that they’re a real couple. Lydia and Stiles slowly realizing that neither of them is going anywhere.

Teen Wolf 6x01
  • Lydia: And once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector.
  • Stiles: Okay, it's way more often then that.
  • _________________________
  • Is it just me or does this mean that it's very usually to Lydia and Stiles often spend time together? In the middle of the night? Lydia is also completely okay with the fact that Stiles calls her to investigate. Even if there is nothing to be found out... repeatedly nothing.