the kiss god


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asthedayisfading  asked:

(Dammit I replied to you on Twitter and then forgot which number the prompt I want was LOL) write "kiss on bruised skin", Marty comes home after a long undercover op with a black eye and bruises everywhere

It was a gift.

A blessing from the universe, from someone above, from fate, she didn’t know, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t care about anything other than his warmth against and the heavy beat of his heart, the ferocity behind his kisses and touch because God he was still there, still tangible.

Still a reality after he tempted fate, after just hours, minutes, seconds before a gun had been pushed to his skull and he was slipping away and everything was already breaking.

After he’d gone, undercover for so long that their live together seemed like fiction, after she woke some mornings, the other side of the bed cold, half wondering if it was real, if he wasn’t a figment of her imagination because it had been months and he was half gone when she finally saw him again, half gone with a bullet ready to take him away completely.

“Not again,” she breathed, a rough gasp, torn from her throat between kisses and almost without thinking, as if her subconscious spilled out the pleas of her breaking heart.

“Never again,” she shifted, tears pricking at her eyes, hands untangling from their desperate embrace to cup either side of his head, fingertips weaving into blonde curls, one that had been stained with crimson blood just hours before.

“Not again,” she shook her head, pressing a full, tender, stinging kiss to a bruising cut on his jaw. “It’s too close, I - I won’t lose you.”

It was a blessing.

A blessing when he said yes.


My favorite part about this kiss is how intense Dylan/Stiles’ face is. He’s kissing her like she’s his lifeline, the air he breathes. He’s so consumed in this moment, in this kiss, in Lydia. You can feel how much he loves her and how much this moment means to him. This is everything Stiles has spent the past 10 years building up to, and the intensity with which he kisses Lydia is like none I’ve ever seen. Lydia holds onto to Stiles, kissing him back just as forcefully, and we get this incredible moment that seems to stop time. I just can’t get over how much you can tell that this is quite possibly the most important day of Stiles’ life just by the expression he makes when kissing Lydia. It’s gentle and intense and heartbreaking all at the same time. You can feel the gentleness he possesses for Lydia, but it’s also this intense fire that burns hot enough to consume them both. It’s so amazing that these two completely opposite things can exist simultaneously in just one expression. Dylan never ceases to amaze me with how much he understands Stiles as a character and his unconditional love for Lydia.


okay, the kiss was everything I need for the rest of my life, but the hug though. The way Stiles presses his face into her hair and holds onto her so tightly. His arms are literally completely around her. It’s the most beautiful embrace my eyes have ever witnessed.