For Schermionie's 5, 10, 20, 50, 70, 100 Fandoms Challenge.
Stiles is a constant in her life.
It seems absurd because recently, Lydia's come to realise that nothing's constant. Everything Lydia thought she knew as myth and legend is rapidly proving itself as fact and, living a town that's seemingly swamped with werewolves and beasts galore, she's fairly certain she's been throw into some sort of horror film.
But Stiles. Stiles doesn't change. He's constant.
Despite the world around her is changing faster than she knows how to keep up with, Stiles remains the same. He's still the blundering idiot with a massive crush on her; he still falters a little bit when she looks him in the eye and smiles.
Sure, they spend more time together now. They kind of save the world together. Not really, but they've saved lives and outsmarted werewolves, and that's close enough.
So they might not be the same, but he is. He's always the same.
Sometimes Lydia feels like the world isn't just changing; it's crumbling and crashing down on her. Everything around her is collapsing and, for her all her brains and smarts, she can't do a thing about it.
Sometimes the world around her spins. It spins and spins and spins. It brings her to her knees and she clutches at her head, begging for it to stop. She'll do anything, so long as it stops.
And then there's Stiles. Stiles, who's just as awkward as he was before. Stiles, who still worships the ground she walks on. Stiles, who hasn't changed a bit. Stiles, who's constant.
He becomes her anchor. When she focuses on him, it doesn't feel like things are changing. Because if he still loves her, things are still the same, aren't they? Things can't have changed, not if he still loves her.
Maybe she doesn't love him in the same he loves her, but he's still her constant.
And she's pretty sure she'd lose her mind without him.