one shots | stydia

Stydia|| Nerves.

"You think you know me, Lydia. Though you don't." Stiles shouted, both hands at the side of head while he did so.

Lydia laughed, and shook her head. Both stood in the middle of Lydia's apartment. Glass smashed from where Lydia threw her favourite vase in anger.

"I know you a lot more than you know yourself, Stiles!" Lydia shouted back, pointing a finger.

"Enlighten me." Stiles said, more calm though his voice raised.

"I know that you bite your fingernails when your nervous or scared; like when your father was in hospital. I know that you go spazzy and hyper when your exited or when your devoured in a case that you'll spend all night on to get a lead. Don't get me started on when you blink a lot because you have taken a lot of Adderall. You know you furrow your eyebrows when your reading or when you are taking a test? You lick your lips to. Though, those are all physical things that people pick up on when they pay attention. I pay attention. I know you worry about your father every night, and that you feel obliged to text Malia every night to, when all you want to do is just sleep because you might not act like it but you're fucking exhausted. You always worry about the next big bad supernatural that you never focus on yourself or your needs!" Lydia shouted, her throats hurt more than it would if she screamed.

"Why did you pick up on all that stuff before!" Stiles shouted, walking back a little to show he was not being threatening in anyway.

"Because I was scared Stiles!"

"Scared of what, Lydia? Scared of me? Tell me!"

They were both emotionally invested; hands shaking and their breaths were unstable. A bead of sweat rolled down Stiles' face as his chest risen and fell. Lydia's heels were kicked off to the side, bear footed as she stood below Stiles height. She dropped her head.

"I was scared to love you." She said, oh so quietly.

"What?" Stiles said, he was baffled. Did she just say love?

"I was scared to love you, though I did.."

"You need to elaborate on that a bit more, Lyds." Stiles said, making a rolling motion with his hands. Lydia sighed as she scratched her forehead.

"I love you. There, I love you. I couldn't do anything because I know that you blamed yourself for Allison's death, so you pushed me away." Tears ran down Lydia's face, her chin shuddered as she sucked in on her bottom lip to try not to break down.

She hasn't spoken about Allison's death since that night. Stiles knew this.

"Lydia - I..."

"You pushed me away, and I had no-one. You got closer to Malia, which I had to watch you two while loving the fuck out of you. Scott had Kira. I literally had no-one. I didn't want Parrish, whatever he thought we are I just couldn't connect with him. I'm still scared because my last boyfriends died on me. I'm just scared of putting my heart on my sleeve, even though I just did and it makes me just wanna get the fuck out of here even though it's my own house."

"Lydia-"

"Stiles, just go." Lydia said, wiping her tears.

"Lydia, I lo-"

"Stiles, please." She begged, she felt and looked vulnerable, and fuck that hurt Stiles. It hurt Stiles so fucking much.

He nodded, and left quietly. When he did, Lydia sobbed. She let out loud whimpers which sounded like a whale drowning; which was impossible.

On top of all of it, she looked down at the broken glass. She ran towards the door and looked through the peephole. He was still there.

He was sat on the apartment steps, head in his hands and curse words muttering out of his beautiful lips.

Lydia's back hit the door as she slid down it. She kept banging her elbow on the door out of irritation, which caught Stiles attention.

"Lydia?" Stiles said softly through the door.

"I can't do this anymore Stiles." Lydia cried. "I can't be on my own anymore, I can't." 

"Then be with me." Stiles said, hand on the door knob hoping for Lydia to turn it from the other side.

And she did.

As soon as the door opened, both of their breaths was knocked out of them. 

"I didn't say it back." Stiles said with all the confidence in the universe.

"You don't have to." Lydia replied, shaking her head. They both charged at each other, their lips met with complete agony and need. Stiles tasted Lydia's salty tears as she broke down in the kiss. Crying into him, though this was his aesthetic. She hated showing people her emotions, but not Stiles. Stiles was her home.

They pulled back, eyes wild as they scanned each other's faces like they were seeing each other for the last time. His hands were tangled in her hair as her hand was on his cheek.

"What about Malia?" Lydia said, eyes frowning slightly.

"She's cheating on me with Theo." Stiles said.

"Wow, I'm-"

"Save it." Stiles demanded, cutting her off by going back into a kiss.

For the first time since Allison's death, she didn't feel so alone anymore.