Stydia one-shots

"Stiles saved me"

"Just for one second, please, try and remember-

Remember what?

Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you are with him. Or those times in class when you- you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like?

No..."

Those are the words that Lydia remembers her best friend saying to her when she's on her way home from being saved from Eichen. Saved by who you might ask? Stiles Stilinski.

"Stiles saved me."

All she can think about was Stiles. He made up a plan to rescue her, people could have been killed, he could have died...saving her. Another memory pops into her head

"See, that's the problem. You- you don't care about getting hurt. But you you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind."

She'd thought nothing of it at the time.
Just something to say to a friend you care about. Key word: friend. But Lydia was finally beginning to notice that it wasn't just something friendly. Other random things would come to mind...
How he kept some of the doodles she would draw in class, how he bought her everything for her birthday because he didn't know what to get, how he protected her when all those birds came flying through the windows, how he would hold her hand at random times, how he remembered things about her and knew things that no one else would take the time and effort to realize.

Just the little things that Stiles would do that she hadn't registered till now.

And how could she forget the kiss that they shared in the locker room that day Stiles was having a panic attack. If she could tell someone about it, it would have been Allison...but Lydia never told her, she had never gotten the chance.

Lydia was too infatuated with Jackson Whittemore to realize that the right guy she needed in her life had been standing by her side this whole time and she is just now became conscious of the fact that she loves Stiles. She feels that she always has but she just hasn't thought about it..
And she had pondered on the idea that Allison wanted Stiles and Lydia together from the start. That would explain why she made her go to the dance with him. Another memory floated into her head.

"Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade. And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh- huh. And that once you're done pretending to be a nitwit- you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel prize."

She smiles at the memory. Why would Stiles love her when she used to be a complete bitch towards him? Just remembering that night and how he treated her was enough to make her heart flutter.

Lydia finally arrives home after what felt like a 4 hour drive. And when she goes up to her room she begins to cry, she was just so happy to be home. She takes one step into her room and she sees a figure standing by the window.

"Hey..." She says with tears in her eyes and a small smile on her face.
"Hey Lyds." He replies with a grin spread across his face. He walks over to her and leans into her for a hug. His hands running through her hair and down her back. He looks down upon her and says with his hands cupping her cheeks "You look really beautiful when you cry."
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