Stydia One Shots

The Formal

Her lips, her lips

I could kiss them all day if she'd let me

Her laugh, her laugh

She hates but I think its so sexy

- Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars

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"Who?" Lydia asks, a pout already forming on her lips. Allison smirks, looking rather evil while glancing around the store. "Him." Allison nods slowly as Lydia follows her line of sight. Stiles Stilinski. The schools most popular bad boy. He's cocky, sexy, sarcastic and a total assshole. 

Lydia's lips part, immediately shaking her head. "No- Ally, I can't just-" Allison cuts off her protests with a gentle shove towards the boy. "You have to, Lydia. Girl code." She grins at Lydia's discomfort. 

"Since when do you use girl code?" Lydia questions, managing to step back and get farther away from the boy. She'd rather drink a gallon of raw eggs than go to the dance with Stiles. The worst part was how amusing Allison was finding all of this, her grin never leaving her face. 

Lydia looks at Stiles, who's in the middle of sniffing some random perfumes. The fruity kind that starts to smell like ass after a few weeks. "Since you made out with my boyfriend, now go." Allison points at Stiles like a mom commanding her kids to clean their rooms. 

"You follow after Kate, don't you?" Lydia comments, sending another glare Allison's way before walking over to Stiles awkwardly. 

Allison watches with raised eyebrows, enjoying all of this a little too much. This wasn't just revenge anymore, it was actually never just revenge. Lydia liked Stiles, Stiles liked Lydia, they're both just too stubborn to admit it. 

Stiles notices the girl instantly and puts down the perfume bottle. "Lydia Martin, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Stiles greets. He had the same grin as Allison, right now they could've been twins. Lydia keeps herself from groaning. 

"Stilesdoyouwanttogototheformalwithme?" 

The words come out quickly and she looks down right after saying them. He stands there for a moment, puzzled. It takes him a few seconds to realize what she said. "You don't seem too happy about asking me." He comments. 

That wasn't what she was expecting him to say. She expected him to be his usual asshole, dirty-minded self. 

"Is this some sort of dare? 'Cause I'm actually okay with that, all the couples that start from dares end up having sex then breaking up but getting back together again with a big romantic gesture so...." He trails off and makes a hand motion. 

Lydia sighs and fiddles but stops herself. She hates fiddling. "I mean, you could get on one knee or something. Are you going to get me flowers?" Stiles asks, leaning against the counter where all the perfume is. 

Lydia glances over at Allison, silently asking if she can walk away now. Allison shakes her head, peering over a clothing rack with interest. Stiles opens his mouth again to say something sarcastic about the lack of romance here. 

She sighs, shushing the boy. "Stiles, my love, would you like to go to the formal with me?" Lydia asks again. Stiles holds a hand to his heart, letting out a fake gasp. "Awww, your love? Lyds, I'm blushing." He replies. 

She glares at him with narrowed eyes and a pout that was more sexy than intimidating. Not that Stiles would ever admit that. "I'd love to go." He says. 

Lydia nods once and walks away towards Allison's direction. "I'll pick you up at seven!" Stiles calls after her. Allison grins at Lydia. "So how'd it go?" Allison questions, raising her eyebrows at the strawberry blonde. 

"I hate you right now." Lydia says and keeps walking, heading towards the dresses. Allison giggles quietly and races after Lydia. 

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Stiles opens up the car door and Allison and Lydia step out of the jeep. Allison looks generally happy, while Lydia looks like she wants to punch Allison in the face. Scott has a wide, puppy grin on his lips while Stiles holds a smirk, eyeing Lydia who doesn't look at him. 

Its not fair that Stiles gets to look that good in a suit. How is she suppose to loathe this night if he's super sexy the whole time? No, its not fair at all. 

"How did that happen." Scott whispers to Stiles, gesturing to the two girls who were ahead of them, whispering about god knows what. Stiles shrugs. "I just asked her out, dude." Stiles replies with the smuggest grin he had ever had. 

Scott nods and pats him on the back. "So she got dared or something, right?" Scott asks, easily seeing past Stiles' grin. Stiles sighs. "Why can't you believe that Lydia Martin actually wants to go to the formal with me?" 

"'Cause she hates your guts." Scott thinks there should have been a 'duh' at the end of that sentence. The taller boy scoffs and runs a hand through his originally styled hair, that was now a mess. "She doesn't hate me." He says, elbowing Scott lightly.

Scott rolls his eyes. He jogs to catch up with the girls. He wraps an arm around Allison's shoulders and she leans into the touch, a blush coming to her cheeks. Before Lydia has a chance to enjoy her friends happiness, Stiles jogs up and stands next to her, offering his elbow. 

Lydia doesn't look too happy about it, but she hooks her elbow in his without a word. Stiles makes a quiet sound like he just won some sort of award. Despite the fact that she could've came here with some random jock, so far this wasn't that bad.

 Plus Stiles did smell sort of like pine. Stiles couldn't help but grin while walking into the dance. He had to buy Allison a gift card or something for this. 

A/N

I found some stydia smut in my notes a few hours ago, and I think it was written a month ago. Do you guys want me to post it after part two of this?