Stydia One Shots

Random Shit

A/n: Ok so I'm bored as hell and really don't feel like writing something serious right now. Here's some random stydia shit I came up with. Enjoy.

Stiles Imagine:
He holds you against the wall, stroking your cheek. Stiles looks deeply into your eyes, and you look at his whiskey brown ones. He gives you a smile.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" Stiles tells you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. He leans in.

Just as your lips are about to touch, you finally speak up.

"Stop." You whisper, and he pulls away, a look of some sort of shame in his eyes.

"What? What is it?"

"I ship stydia."

Stiles closes his eyes, realizing what he had just done. Suddenly, they fly open again with realization.

"Oh, my god, Lydia." Stiles says breathlessly, worry spreading across his face.

"She needs you stiles. More than it comes off. Lydia's the type of person who doesn't let anyone know what's going on in her enigma of a mind, but you and I both know that you can still tell that she needs you." You say, and he nods before giving you one last hug.

"Thank you," he whispers, and then runs out the door.

When he leaves you softly whisper "Stydia is endgame."

A/N: there's more. You're not done yet.

Secret Club:

"I swear, everybody is just acting weirder and weirder. Something's off." Lydia proposed, shutting the locker door shut.

"I don't know, Lyds. Everything seems normal. We've come to a supernatural stand-still." Kira said, bouncing with every step as the made their way down the hall way.

"No, not something supernatural. It feels like ordinary high schooler stuff." Lydia furrowed her eyebrows. They haven't dealt with normal high school drama since sophomore year. There was always too much pressure with whatever threat that occupied their lives. No body had time for drama, but Kira was right. They were in a super natural standstill.

"Well, I'll talk to you later. Gotta go to AP bio. Catch ya at lunch?" Kira asked.

"Yeah, I'll see you after." With that, lydia left for AP world history which offered plenty of time to think about the packs weird behavior.

'Nothing makes any sense.' Lydia thought as she tapped the pen nervously on her notebook, earning annoyed looks from the others, but she was in thinking mode so they didn't bother her.

'They all get all awkward when I come near them, Stiles has been denying any studying arrangements, everyone keeps sharing looks and not saying a single word to me.' She brainstormed, going through possible explanations for the off-actions but nothing really seemed to hit the nail on the head.

Before she knew it, the class time was over and the bell echoed through the hall. Lydia gathered up her things and ran out to the court yard, anxious to talk to Kira and explain her theories. Soon enough, she found the bubbly little thing and walked over to her.

"Hey Kira, I came up with some explanations and-"

"Oh my gosh, Lydia, I am so sorry. I completely forgot I had to uh, be somewhere." She said with a fake smile, hoping Lydia would buy it.

'Note to self,' Lydia thought, 'Kira is gonna be the best to beat while playing BS on pack nights.'

"Oh, um, ok then. Text me tonight." Lydia said before Kira agreed and walked away.

Lydia looked around the area and no other member of the pack was to be found. Great, now Kira's a part of the new secret.

For the rest of the school day, Lydia racked her brain on a solution to her growing problem. Now, she was in the car on the way to the Mcall house. That will most definitely not help her case. But all Lydia needed was sugar - her mom sent her to fetch some, they were out of it- so she could be in and out of the house in no time.

Lydia marched up the porch stairs. She let her self in, they were all used to it by now. Not only were they a pack, they were a family too. No closed doors anymore. But the sight inside made her wish the door was closed.

"What the hell is this?" She demanded.

In Scott's living room, Malia, Kira, Liam, and Scott was seated at the couches. On a laptop, Issac was on Skype, and on the T.V. There was a power point presentation titled Emotional Tether: The truth behind it. Stiles was up, a kitchen spatula in hand that he was using to present. On the coffee table, there were many pictures of her and stiles, clipboards, and spread sheets sprawled everywhere.

When her voice echoed through the house, the whole pack froze, slowly turning their heads towards her. They all look mortified, and she was down right confused. Why the hell was stiles wearing a badge that said President of the Club?

"Did I just hear Lydia?" Issac said via laptop.

"Issac shut up!" Malia scolded.

Stiles let out a nervous and very fake laugh.

"Hey Lydia. Welcome to the stydia fanclub."

A/N: HAAHhahahahahAhhahHahah I'm tired. Hope you liked it.
Byeeeee
Lucy😈