"…Sometimes I would just walk past your locker to see if you would be there, but its like you know where I am, and I - I just can’t find you…" This story explores the complex relationship between Stiles and Lydia when faced with the painful decision they can only make together. It’s not love in the conventional way - but its love.
This is my first Stydia story and would love feedback! :)
(Slight AU, set S4)
I’m not a misandrist, but a few quick questions:
If men can’t even make their own sandwiches, why are they allowed to make bills in congress?
If men can’t control their own sexual urges, why are they allowed to control nations?
If a woman’s legs/shoulders are enough to distract a man, how can we trust them to stay focused on things like open heart surgery or judging a murder trial?
Again not a misandrist, some of my best friends are guys and i’m even dating one.
I have been in quite frankly unfair amounts of pain for about the last week… My old back injury is flaring up, and there’s very little I can do other than drug up and try to ride it out. In fact, I was recently re-prodded by my GP and given another lot of prescription painkillers.
But aside from my physical health seemingly conspiring against me, I’ve had a few good days in the last week. Two were incredibly productive, one was just a quick day, an F1 race, a bank holiday and a learning experience to kick off a three day week. I’m also really excited, as I’m going on a holiday for my second consecutive long weekend (immediately after getting my nails done to match my dress).
I can’t remember what it’s like to not be in constant physical pain.