Stydia One Shots

Warrior

It would be an understatement for Stiles to say that Lydia was different after she got out of Eichen. The creepy asylum was one of those places where it was virtually impossible to make it out without being changed in one shape or form.

Of course he knew Lydia's brain was almost mottled beyond repair and she had a still healing hole in the side of her head, but there was something that surprised him even more.

Her biceps were way bigger than his and he had been doing push ups for lacrosse.

So at lunch when the rowdy pack was busy having were-induced arm wrestling competitions, and, since they were the only ones in the pack without superhuman strength, he decided to challenge a particular little strawberry blonde to an arm wrestle. He wasn't worried about hurting her since the hole in her head was almost completely healed and she was feeing like herself again. Stiles wouldn't want to challenge her otherwise.

"Lydia-you and me, right now." He said cockily, and everyone chorused in oohs as Liam rubbed his wrist- he had just gotten defeated by Scott again. Lydia scoffed and rolled her eyes before turning away from her salad to Stiles.

"You're at least twice the size of me Stiles, that doesn't sound fair to me." She said, furiously taking another bite of her lunch.

"Come on Lyds, just give it a go. The Lydia I know would never shy away from a challenge." The rest of the pack was engaged in their bickering, looking at Stiles' hand as he rolled up his flannel sleeve. Lydia pursed her lips and said a single fine before scooting to were their temporary arm wrestle arena was set up, and pulled up the sleeve of her cardigan.

He latched his hands around hers and his worries of losing all of his prided manliness disappeared when he felt how little her hand was. Lydia didn't have a chance.

Scott placed his hand over theirs before Kira shouted "GO!" And their grip on each other strengthened.

Stiles face was turning beet red as he tried furiously to push her hand even a little bit to her side, but she just kept a straight face, even giving a little playful smirk! It wavered the slightest bit to her side before she used all of the strength she had and pushed his hand down onto the table so fast and strong it hit the table with a crack! Was she not trying before? How the hell did Lydia beat him?!

Stiles yelped out and gripped his elbow as the rest of the pack gasped, and shot their eyes to Lydia. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks and noticed their prying eyes on her bicep before she yanked the sleeve of her sweater down.

"Jesus, Lydia, how the hell did you do that? Got some sudden power or something?" Malia mused and the pack broke out into hooping and hollering, grabbing Lydia and giving her a congratulatory fist bumps. She smiled, and noticed Stiles staring at her with eyes as wide as saucers.

"What, I do push ups," She shrugged but that did not shake Stiles' confusion from his mind.

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During Stiles' eternally boring English class, his mind was still fixated on how Lydia got so ripped. Stiles new he wasn't that strong, but now even Lydia, the 5'3 girly girl, could beat him in arm wrestling. What the hell was up with that?

The teachers annoying voice was faded as Stiles was distracted by his own thoughts, until he was yanked back to reality and saw a flash of strawberry blonde hair pass by the window. His hand shot up and he asked the teacher if he could 'use the bathroom,' and the teacher groaned before letting him go.

Stiles shot up from his seat and ran outside the classroom, seeing Lydia in her dainty heels and dress by her locker a couple doors down. Stiles walked quietly down the hallway, planning to ask her how she got so strong lately. He walked up behind her and outstretched a hand to tap on her shoulder,  and then Lydia did something that surprised him even more than her arm wrestling victory.