Stydia Martinski

I’m not losing you again. Come on, Clarke. Come on! Clarke, Clarke, I need you. Madi needs you. Now wake up! Wake up, Clarke! Come on! I’m not letting you go. You’re a fighter. Now get up and fight. // the 100 5x10

OMG YOU ARE SO SWEET AND PURE!! thank you I’m glad my desktop theme isn’t an eyesore lmao. AND YES STYDIA ARE TRULY THE CUTEST AND MOST FUNNY SHIP, I LOVE THEM SM.

I assume you haven’t watched the show so I’ll rec you a couple of short stydia fics you can read without knowing too much about teen wolf:

Lasciviousness by Take This To Heart | Rated T | 3.8k | Lydia has an intelligence boner. In completely unrelated news, it is very distracting to study for SATs with Stiles.

Climax by GendryVonTreese | Rated T | 4k | Lydia and Stiles watch Kill Bill. Crazy fun read.

saving all my summers for you by flowermasters | Rated T | 3.5k | Stiles is Lydia’s soulmate, and it takes ten years for her to consider the idea. Soulmates AU.

Quicksand by @rongasm​ | Rated E | 6.9k | Step-siblings AU. *lenny face*

Rainstorms by artisticallyunwritten | Rated T | 7.3k | Lydia and Stiles are together, and it kind of freaks Lydia out.

blessed be thy face by anonymouses | Rated E | 7k | This is just a bunch of fluffy and funny smut inspired by DOB’s patchy beard lmao it’s highly entertaining.

so take your chances with romances by @brella | Rated G | 6.3k | Stiles asks Lydia to prom. She’s not too impressed at first.

Description: Lydia’s and Stiles’ emotions are linked, they don’t know though, Stiles has a panic attack and Lydia feels it

Rating: MA

Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut, Canon Divergence

Merry Christmas, @yourmarvelhighness

Lydia was sitting on her bed when she felt something around her heart grow warm. It made her instantly happy. She was used to it by now. It happened basically every day.

At first she was scared of it, feared that these could be signs of a supernatural disaster lying ahead, or an evil spirit that had clung to her soul, but now she just took them as they came. Ever since the nogitsune she had had them. She had told Deaton about them, only Deaton, but he couldn’t give her a clear answer. He had told her though that there was something he suspected, but he couldn’t confirm it and if it was what he thought, it was nothing to worry about. Even though Lydia wasn’t very contempt with that answer, she let it be, taking the external mood swings as they came. Sometimes it was the warmth she felt now, but sometimes it was an ache in the same place, a darkness growing around her heart. It varied, of course. In intensity and frequency, but never in consistency. Ever since the first time she had felt it, it hadn’t gone away.

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.