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I was not that anon, but I'll take advantage of this: headcanons on Stydia reuniting after college. (either they were together the whole time just long distance or they separated and are now back in the same city)
I hate that you brought back my stydia feels but here we go...
Lydia assumes she’s having a bad banshee day when she hears Stiles voice across the book store.
Maybe she’s not had enough Coffee or she’s just so lost in reading that she imagined it. She shakes her head and pushes the book back in the shelf and exits onto the hot street.
She hasn’t heard Stiles voice in 3 years. She hasn’t seen him in just as long.
She remembers everything about when they broke up. What she was wearing. Where they were standing. Which words she’d used in ager. Which door he’d stormed out of.
She just never really understands what happened though.
First she’d been angry to talk to him. Then it had been too long for her to text. Then she was going to see him in Beacon Hills at Christmas and he didn’t come home. Then she tried to get on with her life. Graduated. Moved to New York. Started her PhD.
It wasn’t as though Lydia hasn’t missed him. She missed him like a physical ache. Like her entire support system had been ripped away.
Missed his hand in hers. Missed laughing at his jokes. Missed how he always managed to keep up with her. Missed his obsession with star wars. Missed how she was never sure if he loved her more then he loved Scott.
But now it was 3 years later and she was hundreds of miles away from where he lived and across the country from their home.
She called Allison. Just to check in. Just to take her mind off him.
“so Lydia...” Allison said 15 minutes into their phone call “i didn’t know if i should bring this up but Scott just told me...”
Fuck
“Stiles has moved to New York. It was short notice...something about a job there i think. He’s on the other side to you though you don’t have to see him.” Allison rambles.
And fuck because she should have known it was really him. Honestly what are Banshee powers worth if they can’t tell her when her ex-boyfriend is in town.
And because it’s Stiles and Lydia. Because they’re connected. Because they’re tethered together she see’s him 2 days later in the Park.
He’s sitting on the grass, book in one hand and covering his eyes with the other. He’s got a beard and longer hair but it’s him. He’s got his backpack next to him with the star wars patch she gave him sewed onto the side.
She could walk past. She could sway her hips and click her heals and make herself feel powerful and ignore him.
Instead she walks across the grass towards him. It’s not in Lydia’s nature to avoid a problem and she can’t have anymore regrets. Not when it comes to Stiles.
But she’s still Lydia Martin and she still has a good opening line “kill any demons lately?”
He sits up fast and stutters slightly until he realises it’s Lydia. His shoulder relax slightly and he smiles automatically and freely at her.
“nope, just casually befriending them as usual.” he jokes and she smiles back.
It’s still there. Whatever they have. That connection. That tie. That other half of the same soul.
It’s been 3 years and they can fall back into their old patterns easily. Lydia drops her bag and sits down next to Stiles. There’s a small awkward pause before Stiles asks Lydia about her PhD and Lydia asks him about the latest news from Beacon Hill.
Lydia is no more then 15 minutes into the conversation. Laughing over a story Stiles in telling when she decides. She’s not letting him go again.
They stay chatting until the sun goes down and only separate when they arrange for Lydia to show Stiles her favourite Greek Restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen. And then Stiles asks Lydia to help him pick out new furniture for his apartment. Lydia shows Stiles around her lab. Stiles takes Lydia to see an off broadway play.
It caries on like that and all Lydia wants to do is kiss Stiles.
She knows he wants it too. See’s the way he watches her and knows that look from all their high school years. Feels the hand on her back and the gentle hand on her elbow and knows he feels the spark too.
She lets Stiles into her apartment one morning and springs the conversation on him “do you want to get back together?”
“Jesus fuck Lydia let a guy take his shoes off first.”
“come on Stiles” she huffs “i miss you. I want us...i want us to be us again and if you need time or whatever that’s fine but i just need to know.”
And it’s a sign of how pleading her voice must be because Stiles ushers her over to the couch gently and sits next to her. He turns his body to her and says.
“yeah...i mean of course i want to get back together. Fuck Lydia you must know that but we...i can’t...I never expected to even see you again and now were...i’d rather have this, like we are now, then fuck it all up again.”
Lydia shakes her head.
“I’m so sorry. For everything that night and for not calling. I was stubborn and selfish. I’m sorry.” she says moving closer to him and grabbing his hand. “but we won’t let that happen again. Not now. Not ever. I love you Stiles and i don’t want to spend another 5 years being friends and fighting fucking werewolves and demons to realise were meant to be together”
and apparently that’s enough for Stiles because he cups Lydia’s face in his hand and leans forward pressing his lips to her.
The kiss is firm and when Lydia leans into it their mouths become hurried and urgent. Like they’re going to make up for lost time. Like they’ve never forgotten how to do this. How they’ve remembered to work together and be together.
Lydia cups stiles face with her hand and pulls back gently resting her forehead against his.
Maybe they grew and learnt from their time apart. Maybe it was better for them in the long run but all Lydia knows now is that she’s her with Stiles.
Where she belongs.
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Hopper belongs with one woman and that’s Joyce Byers
Honestly, this is one of the worst tags I have ever seen in my whole entire life.
I do want to thank you for what you have written. It's amazing and I know if you choose to write more I'm sure it will be brilliant.
Thank you SO much!!
In honor of 5 weeks until the return of Arrow, it’s time for a URL change
olicityfamily>>> foreverfelicityqueen
He looks so good, I'm about to cry.
I screamed when I saw the poster, I am still not over it. I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS hahah I might start crying as well
@felicityollies @foreverfelicityqueen someone on twitter is enabling me and i’m already imagining the start of the series with a prequel “baby’s first kick” and it’s oliver and felicity holding each other’s hands on felicity’s belly and then a one shot on “daddy and me” workouts with oliver and tommy featuring will. help me, i’m in too deep.
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Ooo yay! More writing questions.
26. Standalone or series, and why?– This is tough. I’ve only ever really written standalones until the Wake Verse came along. I kinda love series now…
27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? – Polished? What’s that? lol. I tend to edit as I go, but nothing is ever really polished, even after it’s shared with the world.
28. And who do you share them with?– Very few people I trust with the super rough stuff. And by that, I mostly mean snippits of ideas. Actually probably just one person… the very spectacular @foreverfelicityqueen
29. Who do you write for?– I’d like to believe that I write for myself. And to some extent that’s true. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feed off comments from others. I love feedback on the things I write.
30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.– I’m sure it’s probably something Olicity related. But my favorite original fic line would have to be this– The phrase rolled around in her mind like a gemstone in a tumbler, smoothing the rough edges until it was polished and beautiful
31. Hardest character to write. – I’ve had a good many tough characters. I think as far as original fic goes, it would be Ali, because her story is based on a lot of painful things I’ve gone through, and although it’s helped me work through a lot of that pain, it’s still really draining to write. For fanfic, I really love writing Tommy, but he’s probably the most difficult character for me to wrap my head around.
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