Stydia One Shots

Everything Happened In 30 Minutes

'Cause I have hella feelings for you
I act like I don't fucking care
'Cause I'm so fucking scared
I'm only a fool for you
And maybe your too good for me

- Idfc, Blackbear

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Everything happened in 30 minutes.

When he gets to the door of the history classroom, he's unaware of Isaac hanging around in the shadows. He glances around the hall once - still not noticing Isaac - and when he sees no one, Stiles opens up the door. He makes sure to be quiet, not wanting to get caught. Neither Stiles nor Lydia notices Isaac locking the door behind them with the key Kira had stolen from her dad.

Stiles leans against the front of the teacher's desk while Lydia sits on a desk in the front row, her backpack placed in the seat behind it. There is no sound, but there is looks. Lydia glances at him numerous times, never actually meeting his eye while Stiles stares straight at her, his hands fidgeting in his lap. "You wanted to see me?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Lydia's eyebrows furrow in return. "I thought you wanted to see me." She replies. Stiles eyes narrow in confusion. He lets out a curse and goes over to the door. He finds its locked. "Damn it Scott." He hisses under his breath, hoping Scott will hear that with his werewolf hearing. Stiles walks back to his position in front of the desk.

They know their friends will let them go if they talk to each other, but they don't exactly want to. Talking means feelings, and admitting things that 'could ruin their friendship. It's nearly silent, the only sounds being the clock in the room making a quiet ticking sound. It didn't help their situation at all. It was like they were running out of time and the clock was only adding to it.

Lydia finally looks at him, and he looks at her too. Their eyes meet and they quickly look away, as if they just burned each other. Lydia sighs quietly. "So you kissed me..." She trails off awkwardly. She hears him gulp more than she seems him. It didn't help that the only thing she was wearing that was hers was her skirt - which Stiles had bought her for her birthday, but that didn't matter right now.

"Uh, yeah, sorry." Stiles replies just as awkwardly. He knew that probably wasn't the right thing to say, but let's face it, he might not ever say the right thing. "Don't apologize." She tells him. It goes quiet again, but a groan from the other side of the door breaks the silence. "They need to make out already, seriously." They recognized Isaac's voice.

"Dude, don't rush them." Scott replies. Their voices were muffled from the door but still understandable. Lydia and Stiles share glances at their friends bickering outside. It was weird, but it was breaking the tension between them. "Stydia," Lydia and Stiles' eyebrows furrow at the name, "Needs to happen, Scotty. They need to just fuck on the teacher's desk already." Isaac says, bringing the tension back.

"We can hear you!" Stiles calls.

There's some shuffling. "Oh, sorry!" Isaac replies.

More silence comes. "Why'd you kiss me Stiles?" Lydia asks. Stiles glances at the door again, wondering if he could kick it down. Though, he's a snowman, not a werewolf. He can't even open a jar of pickles, let alone kick down a door. "I wanted to see how it felt." Stiles responds. He shifts in his Converse. He was going to hurt Scott when he gets out of here.

Locking them in a classroom was a good plan, he had to admit, but on the other hand, they were locked in a frickin' history classroom and forced to talk to each other. What kind of plan is that? "Oh. What'd it feel like?" Lydia asks. Though that seemed like the appropriate thing to ask and even though that was what he expected her to ask, it still caught him off guard.

'Cause it felt like when it's summer and it rains. It felt like being buried in warm blankets. It felt like floating in a pool with the slight fear of drowning running through his mind. It felt like running from the beast on a Tuesday night, patching up wounds on a Wednesday morning and laughing about it on lazy Fridays in bed. For these reasons, Stiles finally said the right thing.

"I don't remember, but we could kiss again and I could find out." He grins at her. Lydia realizes that that's the smoothest thing Stiles has said since 9th grade. Stiles reaches his arm out and takes the girls hand, pulling her closer. It's all clear in that moment, they've fallen in love with each other. It took eleven years, but it happened.

Scott pops his head in, his hand over his eyes. "Uh, your free period is over." He says. Stiles rolls his eyes at Scott. "Dude, we're clothed, you can move your hand." Stiles replies. Scott clears his throat and slowly moves his hand. "You can never be too careful." He shrugs.

Scott glances between them, noticing they look like their about to kiss. "Was this a bad time to come in?" Scott questions, his head still being the only thing in the room. "Yeah, kinda." Lydia responds and Stiles chuckles quietly. Isaac comes fully into the classroom then, knocking Scott over purposely. "Did Stydia happen or not?" Isaac asks.

Stiles and Lydia share a glance. "What the hell is a Stydia?"

A/N

'Cause it felt like summer and it rains, it felt like being buried in warm blankets, it felt like floating with the slight fear of drowning running through his mind.

(Am I the only one that goes swimming and starts floating on their back, and then my body sinks slightly and I'm just like: I'm gonna die)

Is this from a song and I just forgot that I wrote it? I feel like it's part of a song with the words changed but I'm not sure.