TODAY IS MY BRITHDAY~
Happy Birthday, lovely person! *hugs* Thank you for helping to bring muchly needed McShep and SGA goodness to my dash and life. They’re my forever ship, however RL if going, and you help keep them more of a daily thing. I even noticed that you’ve run into my bitty Ao3 McShep offerings put up only earlier in my day and it’s funny because your name popped into my head before I saw the users who had given kudos. Lol.
Lots of thigh holsters, tac vests, slanted mouths and mobile hands, the boys and their toys, energy bars, hair that cannot be tamed, adorable grouching, winding up, lip biting, casual leaning, dat booty and those tense shoulders, occasional hoodie/jean wearing, so.not.Kirking BB-ing, definitely no citrus but maybe orange pullovers, drinking beer and laughing on piers, every AU you could possibly dream of, dorking out, and schmexy things.
- me: this fic fucked me up so bad and i cried for hours
- me: here read it
And now it’s all Lydia raging for the first time in front of Peter at this BANSHEE SHIT that she’s tired of, her needing a break for at least a few months but NO, and hitting him in the chest. (Notes that for future fic because that is definitely a headcanon.)
*deep breath* Okay, time to go clean up so I can actually finish Teen Wolf. I’m just going to be crying more as I finish that Stay AU tomorrow, only because of a more slow-build, trembly, type of sadness. I worked on further coloring earlier today, only two more gifs left on that one.
This is how I start my two days off. Heh. Everything is Pydia and my aching, corroding, heart.
Ugh. Now I’m crying. Peter taking care of Lydia during some of nastiest days. Her holding on until they see each other, unwilling to burden him but catching his gaze and seeing how aware he is of how her day has been leads to her letting herself be tired—the brunt of it hitting her because she’s not afraid to let him see. He’s there, he’s there, and it’s okay to not be perfect and it’s okay to show how all the ugly has affected her. And it’s okay to not be okay with it.
Tagged: #Pydia #Peter Hale #Lydia Martin #Teen Wolf #fuckfuckfuck #And Sad Stockings blends the intimacy and trust of sharing that kink as part of the comfort. #Down the shippy rabbit hole. #Because Lydia needs an anchor too. #And all of this shit is going to get to her. #BBs. #An anchor who understands #who loves her #how won't ask her to smile and deal and throw some flowers on it and it'll all be shiny #but who will work with her and care for her and share her pain. #and get her rage.
Imagine Pydia - Sad Stockings (ㄒoㄒ)
Peter tenderly rolling them down her thighs - after she’s had a long, dreadful day and just wants to forget the images of blood and gore still imprinted on the insides of her eyelids - feeling her unsteady on her feet as she combs her fingers through his hair gratefully.
He’s soft kisses and carefully watching eyes.
She’s crying softly by the time he has her step out of them, tugging on his shoulders because she doesn’t want the sounds to come out, needs to bury them in his chest. He stands up and holds her tight until she tells him she wants the shower.
Much later, he makes sure to throw a couple of packages into the glove box of her car. Neither of them mention the tiny specks of red that were on the stockings he’d covertly thrown away. (♥)
Tagged: #Pydia #Peter Hale #Lydia Martin #Teen Wolf #TW Fic #Ahaha this was supposed to work the pack mum up even more and I was smitten with the idea of #the gentle version of the stocking kink #but it got so meloncholy. #*hugs my babies* #I blame my dreary and ick day at work and the WTFgraphicnightmare I had before I woke up #and needing some h/c. #myteenwolf #Peter taking care of his fiancee/wife #who is almost swaying on her feet #as she finally allows herself to be tired #the grief hitting her #unbidden #but she's secure enough to let it run its course #safe in the knowledge he'll help her piece back together.
Imagine Pydia - Stocking Stash
Newly wedded Lydia Hale buying more stockings once she has the pleasure of Peter Hale discovering a certain kink for removing them—often with destruction, but sometimes gently and worshipingly rolling them down and off, developing quite a skill at it too. She picks a variety and keeps a special stash, but spreads out the days that she wears them so he won’t suspect and be a cocky, overbearing, sexy, brat. (♥)
Tagged: #Pydia #Lydia Martin #Peter Hale #Teen Wolf #Imagine Pydia #YES this is still going on. #Pete and Lydia insist on more time playing with this #I'm going to expand that earlier ficlet for sure or they'll cage my soul and stick me down with #Adam in hell. #myteenwolf