Stydia One Shots

Six years (part one)

LYDIA was outside her quaint little cottage, taming the overgrown mess that became of her garden. Her hands worked delicately like magic, plucking weeds here and watering herbs there. Lydia found solitude in her garden, it seemed so serine that such a simple organism could use such tender loving care, but it amazed her that when out in the open, these plants would do such fine. Really shows you what urban life does to things.

The thing that broke Lydias attention away from her precious plants was the loud squeaking and roaring of a broken car engine. Curiousness getting the best of her, she glanced up from her work. Out past the little white picket fence and down the asphalt road was a vehicle she had not seen in a very long time, but she never brought her self to forget it.

It was the infamous baby blue jeep, and outside it was a particular messy hair boy-or man she could say now- working furiously at the engine. Lydia gasped, dropping the wicker basket of roses she was holding onto the ground. "No no no no, it can't be him," Lydia told her self, every voice in her brain ushering her to run away, find peace in her little home and life she had built for her self from the ground up when he left her.

But her feet felt stuck to the cobblestone, and her legs were unwilling to move. It felt as if Lydia was frozen in time, and everything stopped moving around her except the man fixing his jeep.

Stiles turned around in frustration, rubbing his neck nervously. The jeep had lasted him this long, it can't give up quite yet. He was busy planning a way to revive his age old car when he saw her.

She looked beautiful, as if in all the years she hadn't aged at all. She wore a huge straw hat, and a dress that looked so worn that it could never fit the Lydia Martin he knew in high school. But all the same, the looked beautiful, like an angel that stayed at the back of stiles mind in the worst times to keep him going.

Both of them were frozen, staring from a distance. It was as if a fire had erupted in their chests, a burn that seemed to reawaken all the feeling and compassion they held for each other. Their feelings never really stopped, only sent to the back of their minds that were only brought to the front when something had reminded one of the other, like a warm coffee on a rainy day or staying out in the pale moonlight well past the earliest of the morning.

But seeing Lydias beautiful, angelic face for the first time in six years was like no other feeling stiles had ever had. He wanted to run up, kiss her and hold her and tell her everything was going to be alright. Even if it wasn't, in the crazy, fast pace supernatural world they lived in, he could try to make Lydia believe that everything would be okay.

Lydia wasn't sure who started running first, but suddenly her feet began to move and they were running towards each other. Lydia was sure there was cuts and burns on her feet from the rocks and pavements. But nothing would stop her.

They collided together and the feeling was unimaginable. The only thing that would come close to describing it was as if someone had removed half of your heart, and after 6 years you had just gained it back. Her arms flung around his neck and she took the opportunity to take in his scent for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He smelled the same way he did when Lydia held him last, like vanilla and metal.

One of his arms coiled around her waist, the other cradled Lydias fragile head of strawberry blonde curls. It felt so natural, yet so surreal, to have her in his arms again. He hadn't held her like this, so full of love, since the day stiles left beacon hills.

Lydia pulled back, the tears glazing her freckles cheeks now visible, and slapped stiles across the face. It hurt, but good god, stiles knew he deserved that. She pulled him back into her embrace, muttering "God, you'll never no know much I missed you."

And they stayed like that, in the middle of the road, in their own world like nothing has ever changed.

Except things did change. A lot had changed.

A/N
ok so there's a lot of symbolism in the first paragraph you'll understand later 😏
This is very very fluffy.
I thought I would give you this after the last one shot. ☺️
So I think this is gonna be a three part short story.
Idk.
Bye
I love you
Lucy 🐯