one shots | stydia

Stydia|| Bye Bye Coyote Bitch.

3rd person:

And there she was. The previous Malia Tate that everyone adores in the pack because she just got turned from a coyote.

Scott's new student.
Kira's new best friend.
Stiles' new girlfriend.
What else does she want, Lydia's self esteem? Cause she probably already got that too.

The pack was sat around Scott's living room. Scott was snuggled with Kira on the couch, Liam with Hayden lounged into his lap in the love seat. Mason was sat in the floor fiddling with the Xbox control in his hands, acting like he was defusing a bomb he was moving so quickly.

All Lydia heard from the tv was insane amount of gun fire.

Then, right in front of her was Malia and Stiles. Cuddling into each other and whispering sweet nothings into one another's ear. Lydia smiled as Stiles didn't look into it what so ever. Although, it made Lydia's teeth itch, she got under her skin, like a nail just got stubbed underneath her toenail.

She was gorgeous, she had to admit. Long, wavy brunette locks gracefully ran down her shoulders. A smile that would get any girl crazy jealous, and a smirk that could make every guy drop his pants in a second.

She nibbled on Stiles ear, which made Lydia gag very visibly. She didn't mean to do it physically, but it was more of a reflex.

"Lydia? You okay?" Scott asked sitting up a bit.

"Yeah, feel like I'm gonna throw up. I'll be back." Lydia said, rushing off to the toilet. Stiles eyes followed Lydia to the bathroom as he turned his body. This was his reflex, if anything is wrong with Lydia he needs to know if she's okay.

"Stiles? What are you doing?" Malia chuckled in his ear.

"Um, nothing Malia." Stiles said, returning to their recent canoodling.

Kira stared, yeah Malia was close to her n' all; but she always believed Stiles belonged with Lydia. The same as Scott.

"Okay, we better get going." Liam said, walking out with Hayden.

"Is she going to be okay?" Mason asked, standing in the doorway.

"Hopefully." Scott said, but when he said it he was looking Stiles dead in the eye. Scott and Stiles knew, Scott knew and smelled the chemo signals when Lydia's around Stiles.

Lust.
Comfort.
Nervousness.
Excitement.

But when Malia was around:

Jealousy.
Anger.
Irritation.
Bothered.

Obviously Scott tolled Stiles, I mean, they tell each other on what kind of sexual dreams they had about Jennifer Lopez or Princess Leia. They tell each other everything, especially if it has something to do with one of their best friends hurting.

Scott also knows that Lydia is insanely vulnerable when it comes to thinking her friends are being taken away from her as well.

Scott also heard Stiles heart beat rise when Lydia walked back in the room.

"Are you okay?" Kira asked. That's all they've been asking her recently. Lydia was fed up of being vulnerable.

She stood up, her back was straight and her heels stood high. They were basically stilettos. Nude, with a platform. Scott would call them 'glossy death traps.'

"I'm fine." Lydia said shrugging with a big smile on her face, somehow it seemed to fall Scott. But not Stiles.

Malia's phone went off, which caught everybody's attention.