Stydia One Shots

Nostalgia

Did you hear about the boy? 

He lives across the world from his love, and he only has his jeep as a friend. He drags his jeep around everywhere as a reminder, and he fills the trunk with a wooden baseball bat she once used to save his life. 

It's the jeep where he drove her home nervously, as she sniffled and tried not to care about her former boyfriend. It's the jeep where she was forced to drive it, because the boy was unconscious and almost dying and what am I going to do without him?

The jeep where she thought it was the end, and he held her close and reassured her that it's not. It's the blue automobile that broke down on the side of the road, where he got to kiss her for the third time in his life.

It's the jeep where he got ripped from her, before she could respond to his strangled 'remember I love you'. 

He eats in this jeep with his phone set haphazardly on the dashboard, so he can hear her laugh in-between classes. She whispers complaints about her roommate, who she hates because the other girl isn't Allison.

And he plays her songs, and she hums along, and they miss each other. 

Then the yawns come along, and so does the haze, and they are both too tired to speak, but they are also too stubborn to say goodbye. They stay like that for hours, him peering at her from over his Dr.Pepper, and her lazily smiling at him with a pencil tucked onto her ear. 

He falls asleep with the device still on, and his drink dripping on his lap, and the girl fading on his screen. He sleeps uncomfortably in that jeep, keeps shifting because the leather seat can't provide the comfort she can. 

Did you hear about the girl? 

She has pages of her notebook filled with moles and almond eyes. She still wears his t-shirt everywhere, rolls her eyes at the scoffs her roommate gives. Has photos of him shirtless, hanging onto a flimsy rope over a large lake. 

("Stilinski, just let go." She had told him.

He smirked. "Never.")

She's forgotten what his lips taste like, but she remembers that the bottom one fits perfectly between hers. She remembers that he worshipped her, even when she forgot his name. 

She remembers that the first time he touched her, he touched her with such care that she wanted to stop him simply so she could propose. 

The strawberry blonde hangs his Mets cap on her doorknob for all to see. She's proud of the boy that saved her. The boy that begged for her to wake up, and nearly went out of his mind when she almost didn't.

He shows up every February 14th, wearing a full-body wolf costume that he thinks is funny.

The boy texts her, knowing full well she's in class. She scolds him, but he tells her he can't resist. So she responds to his texts. 'Do you still love me?', she receives in the middle of her lecture. She has to hold her phone under her desk to reply, 'I swear I do'.

He sends her other things too, but she most definitely can not open those in class, so those texts sit in her phone for later and when she misses him in a different way. 

The boy and the girl fucking miss each other, more than anyone could ever know. They start to miss weekends, and his texts are less frequent, she tries to call him, but her phone is buried under due-dates and 9 hour shifts. 

Their puppy friend calls her, asks her if everything is okay, asks what she and her boy are now, and she can't answer. 

Both of their thumbs hover over each other's names on their respective phones, and she ends up throwing the phone on the floor, and he decides to shower instead of call his beautiful princess. 

His shower seems cold, even though he knows it's not. His hair gets wet, and it weighs his head down until it's pressed against the damp wall. Little giggles fill his ears from years ago, and his own voice is muffled, but it's there in his mind. 

"Fuck, Baby, be quiet." 

And he misses her.

When they do get a chance to meet, it's insane. She kisses his lips until they bruise, and he makes a point of leaving hickeys on her neck that make her have to borrow Isaac's scarves. He whispers that he loves her over and over. The boy speaks softly, the tender words tumbling down the tip of his tongue. 

She realizes now that he's more man than boy, but the image of him trailing after her in her mind - his arms flailing and him talking about how she needs to get rid of her dog - will always make her think of him as a boy. 

Their friends make jokes. The boy is whipped and she uses too many nicknames, but they don't know of their love, so they just laugh along. 

He leaves new flannels on her bedroom floor as presents, showing little to no shame. Her pink toothbrush stands in the cup in his bedroom, even when she's miles away at some college that he despises.

They've started writing poetry. He knows it's kind of pathetic, but they share a hobby, even from across the world. His words are of dread and glee. It's written in purple ink that doesn't belong to him. 

His pen has her name on it, and the pen is older than his jeep, but he keeps it in his nightstand drawer anyways.

They almost break up - it's too fucking hard and she misses him. She cries a little; a lot. She doesn't sleep, he sleeps too much. He misses deadlines, she comes in early. 

But he texts her:

Do you still love me?

I swear I do.

A/N

Fluff, angst, idk.

Has anyone else heard about that scene that may or may not happen, where Lydia asks Stiles to kiss her and he fucking kisses her on the cheek.