#remember i love queue

[whitedahlia13]

what stydia fics would you recommend to long time shippers but new to reading stydia fanfics? 👀

Oh, great question! It's been a minute since I went through my Stydia bookmarks. Thanks for giving me a nudge — and an excuse to plug some of my awesome writer friends.

at least i have the memory Sweet, sweet, Stydia. A brief peek into Stiles and Lydia’s trials and tribulations, and the sheer relief of having each other to hold through it.

Carry Me Home Post 6x10 reunion. Stiles + Lydia + the Jeep. Packed with feels. *

I Fell For You Everyone knows Lydia is in love with Stiles but Lydia.

If you bled, I'll bleed the same Post 5x16 hurt/comfort and bed sharing. Need I say more? *

I liked my version better When Stiles is taken, Lydia can't remember anything about him—just that she loved him. Loved him deeply. She has this idea in her head of what they were like, how in love they were.

Quantum Entanglement She finds the list crumpled in a pocket of a long sleeved floral print dress she doesn't remember wearing. Then the dreams come.

Shook the Best When Your Love Was Home 3b, slow burn Stydia. Love the concept and the format.

so damn glad that we made it Post 5x05 emotional h/c

solipsism Stiles has nightmares. Lydia anchors him.

Stars in Slow Motion Another post 6x10 gem. *

This Is Not a Panic Attack Newly turned into a werewolf, Stiles struggles to find control through his memories—and what's happening right in front of him. *

*While you're at it, just read all of @yourenotdonefighting & @kylermalloy 's Stydia fics. They understand these characters on an instinctive level and their writing is beyond beautiful. (ilysm)

And if you're interested, HERE is a list of my favorite AUs.

Happy reading!!🧡💙

[jeagerism]

something v insane to me is how much ive stopped caring about other people's perception of me, u know? like if i don't trust that person, if i wouldn't go to that person with my problems and ask them for advice, why would i care about how they view me as a person? im becoming so much happier with myself, what i look like, who i am. im not exactly where i want to be yet, and sometimes that's crushing, but damn im still trying? n that's enough for now

[heromendes-blog]

MERCY ACOUSTIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR

[whitedahlia13]

[whitedahlia13]

That’s Where You’ll Find Me

Chapter 28: I'll Miss You Most of All

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Scott, Allison

“Dorothy now took Toto up solemnly in her arms, and having said one last good-bye, she clapped the heels of her shoes together three times.” - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“I think I’ll miss you, most of all.” - Dorothy Gale, The Wizard of Oz

They still have tonight, but it passes too quickly. Lydia and Noah stay in the Blue Room, and they don’t sleep a wink, don’t even try. They talk nonsense, and they wax poetic about life, and lie in comfortable silence looking at each other.

They touch. Noah is shirtless, and Lydia’s hands gravitate to his arms, shoulders, chest. His hands stroll up and down her back, heat blooming through the thin fabric of her camisole, sometimes settling on her hip or thigh, heat blooming there too.

His mouth silently begs to be kissed. The pull is strong as it ever was. All those times she wanted to kiss Stiles and didn’t, tingling her lips…

She gives in every now and then. Keeps her kisses delicate and chaste—as chaste as she can, given the fact that they’re in bed together and scantily dressed.

Noah is perfect. Never presses her for more than she can give. Takes what little she gives and makes it feel like everything. His body is warmer than afternoon sunlight. He tastes as good as she remembers. Better.

And maybe it’s the stress — tomorrow hanging over them like a storm cloud — but somehow, it all feels…

New.

Read more: ao3

🏷️ @folglore13 and @kylermalloy 

[whitedahlia13]

[whitedahlia13]

Because if you walk into a room and notice what is missing from it, It's still there, isn't it? - Caitlyn Siehl, A Letter to Love

[whitedahlia13]

That’s Where You’ll Find Me

Chapter 27: Untethered

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Scott, Allison, Alan Deaton

Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald City. - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“…the Wicked Witch of the West had come to an end, and they were no longer prisoners in a strange land.”

Stiles, having read the last line of chapter twelve, sets the book down.

It’s calm. Everything is calm. The rain. The wind. The room. Lydia.

It’s 8:08 a.m., and she’s curled beside him with her fingertips tucked into his shirt pocket, green thread from his flannel still wrapped loosely around her index. The lamp on her nightstand casts a soft orange glow on her skin, makes her shine like the sun, makes the murky grey sky outside her window seem less dull and depressing.

He hasn’t nodded off since the last time, but he feels like he’s just waking up or like he was split in two and part of him was somewhere else for a while. The place was unfamiliar — older and darker, cold — but the energy wasn’t. That he’d recognize anywhere. It was warm and powerful. Vibrant. Unmistakably, Lydia.

Something happened between them.

Unlike the sex fantasy he had of them in a forest, he can’t remember much of what it looked like. But he remembers what it felt like. Like his heart had been touched by Lydia. Like she put her hand right inside his chest and squeezed.  

And it didn’t hurt. Not one bit. It was the purest expression of love he’s experienced in his nearly eighteen years on Earth. It felt like proof that they can always reach each other.

“I think we’re through the worst of it,” he tells her. “Don’t you?”

The corner of her mouth hitches, ever so slightly, like she agrees.

“That’s right. It’s gonna be easier from here on out.”

At the sound of his voice, Prada stirs from her most recent nap. She looks up at him with big brown eyes, fluffy tail slapping against Lydia’s book as if to say, keep going.

He pats her head, takes a sip of water, and flips to chapter thirteen. “How ‘bout we get to the really good part now, Lydia? The part where you come home to me?”

“Hmm…home,” she mutters. “Stiles.”

He feels that squeeze again, and he hopes it’s a sign that only a few more chapters stand between this moment and Lydia waking up.

Read more: ao3

🏷️ @folglore13, @kylermalloy  (drop a comment if you’d like to be tagged for the final chapters)