Stydia One Shots

Graduation

Scott glances around the hall, looking rather handsome in his golden cap and gown. He blows out a breath. He can do this. It's graduation. They've faced worse, his best friend almost got erased from the planet just a week ago. 

Stiles comes, as if sensing his thoughts. He grins goofily and bro-hugs Scott, his skin glowing. "We did it, man." Stiles murmurs to him. They share a look, simply happy to be alive. 

Thoughts of Allison pop in Scott's head. She's there, he knows she is. In all of their minds, Allison is standing right next to them, smiling brighter than the sun and nudging the boys, calling them dorks. 

Somethings missing. Someone. Before Scott can ask where Lydia is, she appears too, out of thin air. Stiles scoops her up before she gets a chance to greet them, peppering her face with kisses. 

He puts her down and finally pulls her in for one long kiss. So that happened. It took them long enough, but Stiles and Lydia got together. To hell and back, right? No, really. It literally took Stiles going to hell and coming back for them to be a thing.

"Come on. Now you're just making us single folks feel bad." Scott comments. They pull away from each other reluctantly, each of them blushing. Cute. Stiles leaves his arm wrapped around her waist and the other around Scott's shoulders. 

"The Ten Year Plan totally worked." Stiles announces. Scott laughs while Lydia gives him a confused look. "What ten year plan?" She raises an eyebrow at her boyfriend. He presses his lips to her forehead. 

"I'll tell you about it later." Stiles promises. 

Malia comes skipping down the hall. It's almost unnatural, Malia doesn't skip, but there she is, clearly skipping towards them. "I didn't know we were doing hugs." She says. They hold their arms out for her and she hugs all three of them at once.

After a few weeks, Malia was okay with Stiles and Lydia as a couple. She kind of likes being single for a change, and Lydia offered to be here wing-woman for when she decides she wants a boyfriend. 

They all do a quick check to make sure everything is okay. No ghost riders, no evil chimeras, no Peter Hale, no Theo, and again, no Peter Hale. "He just won't die." Lydia grumbles, earning herself a loud snort from Scott and Stiles.

Natalie, Melissa, and John appear next. Melissa snaps about thirty photos of a groaning Scott. John chuckles at his reluctance. Melissa turns to Stiles, who strikes a pose. "My awesomeness is ready to be photographed." 

Melissa rolls her eyes but takes a few pictures. She motions for Lydia to get in the photo, and Stiles wraps his arms around her instantly. He rests his chin on the top of her head for the first photo, and kisses her cheek for the next. 

All the while, everyone breaks into laughter and fond smiles. For once, everything is okay. Everything is better than okay. 

Hopefully, this is where it ends. No more evil, no more pain, no more goddamned sexy werewolves that get in the way of Stydia. Or, what Stiles likes to call 'the ship of dreams'. He's decided on buying a plaque. 

Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Malia all huddled together for a group photo. After Melissa got overly-excessive with her photo-taking, John embarrassed Stiles by pinching his cheeks, and Natalie told them all that they were going to be late, the pack headed outside. 

Mason, Corey, Liam, and Hayden sat in a row, with three seats open next to them for the parents. Seniors gathered in a line, all of them murmuring to themselves and looking around excitedly. 

Lydia slips under Stiles' arm, stopping his nervous pacing. "You okay?" Lydia asks. Stiles nods, flashing all his teeth at her. "More than okay." He responds. He winks and his smile turns into a smirk. 

"Serious question, can we have graduation sex in Coach's office, for old times sake?" Lydia nods, trying not to laugh. Stiles glances over at Coach, just to make sure he hasn't magically inherited super hearing and didn't hear their plans. 

Stiles waves frantically at his father and Lydia lets herself get nervous. She isn't nervous about anything that someone graduating high school would be. 

Lydia could've gone to college when she was 16 if she wanted to, Stiles got into the same college as her so they don't have to do that long distance thing, and her valedictorian speech is pretty badass. 

She would have nothing to worry about if there wasn't a small box in one of her gown pockets. Lydia still can't get over that information. Lydia Martin, proposing. To Stiles Stilinski. 

She sometimes thinks to herself that she's on some sort of enhanced drug and will wake up the next morning with Jackson snoring beside her. But however surprising it is, love is love, and she loves Stiles. 

A teacher starts to call out names, going backwards. Each student is allowed to say a few sentences, though it's clear most people want to get out of here and go eat something deep-fried.

Stiles is called and he grabs the microphone. "Personally, I hated high school. I hate like 90% of you. That is all." Stiles walks off the stage, rather proud of his few sentences. Lydia gets called up too, and sits next to Stiles after, where he was saving a seat for her, shooing away some nameless person that tried to sit there.

Lydia drums her fingers against her knee, but stops. No fidgeting. "Hey, Stiles?" Lydia turns to him. Stiles turns to her, giving her his full attention. "Hey Lydia." He responds. He tilts his head when she doesn't say anything, a slightly worried look on his features. 

Okay, so maybe she should've thought about how she was going to ask him. Granted, they've only been dating for a few months, but they've been in love for years. Lydia, suddenly calming herself, pulls out the small box. 

"When you got... taken, for a few minutes I forgot you completely. It was just me, in some random strangers jeep for a few minutes, and it was the scariest thing ever. I felt like a whole part of my life was gone."

"I never want to feel like that again, Stiles. I never want to have another moment in my life where I can't call you on the phone and binge-watch horrible movies with you. I want you to be apart of my life forever, so, will you marry m-"

Lydia didn't get the chance to finish though, as Stiles was kissing her before she could. He knows how much she doesn't like to be interrupted, but she couldn't find it in herself to care right now. 

A/N

This song though. Imagine this song at the end of 6a, and then in the last minute the dramatic music comes on and we find out that Peter or whatever is plotting against Scott. 

I love Peter, I really do, but damn, if he's going to die again, let him stay dead. Like honestly, I forgot whether he's alive or not at the moment, and I don't think it matters because he'll come back if he's dead anyways.