Stydia one shots

2- Slice of confusion

Fuck

Another blow to the face by the dickheads that surrounded him.

Stiles rolled his eyes back and grinned- "wow, you guys sure know how to take care of your guests." His dry humour earned another punch to the face.

Fuck!

"Maybe that will teach you to shut up and keep your nose out" Dickhead #1 sickly grinned in stiles's face, which caused his goones to join in if a chorus of "yeahs" and "serves you right".

Fucking idiots.

It wasn't his fault, truly. Its just so boring in this institute and they were acting so damn suspicious, being skittish and speaking in hush tones- Stiles couldn't help but see what they were up to.

So he followed them down to the basement, being a future spy in training and all. Until he stepped back into a metal bin.
Stupid really. The bin shouldn't of been there. He was doing so well- the stoners were dealing drugs in the basement and selling some to the freaks which made them go even more of their head.

How they got the drugs in was the real question. What he had overheard was that one of the men who worked as a bodyguard brought it in and said it was pain relief for the patients.

Bull shit.

Stiles was only curious! He began to walk out but there was a bin right behind. As soon as the bin hit the floor- with a loud bang, stiles knew he was in deep shit.

Dickhead #1 called out-" oy! Oos ere?" The main stoner walked forward.

Stiles was suddenly grabbed behind him by two of his fellow stoner goonies by the t-shirt and dragged him forward.

"Ey! Why en't that biles kid" he grinned, showing of some of his nonexistent teeth.

"Stiles" he growled out, through his teeth.

The two goonies held him up in front dickhead #1, he got up right in his face and Stiles got of whiff of his disgusting breath.

Stiles almost threw up in his mouth.

"We don't care" he spat deadpanned.

"Hey look, I was just lost okay?" Stiles held his hands up and tried to to reason, "I didn't know that you we're dealing drugs".

"Oy boss are you gonna beat him or what" one dickhead at the back called out.

"Hm" he pretended to think, "your right-" and fisted his bony hand and smashed it across Stiles's face.

Stiles took a moment for him to recollect himself as the pain shot from his lip. Great, he now had a busted lip.

Tasting the blood in his mouth, he grimaced and stretched a fake smile across his face- "Bit stupid you think?" They all looked at him, "-seems a bit suspicious, in a basement, it would be a shame if someone got you all behind bars." His voice wandered off causing Dickhead #1 to scowl and lift his fist up again.

Fuck

Another blow to the face by the dickheads that surrounded him.

Stiles rolled his eyes back and grinned- "wow, you guys sure know how to take care of your guests." His dry humour earned another punch to the face.

Fuck!

"Maybe that will teach you to shut up and keep your nose out" Dickhead #1 sickly grinned in stiles's face, which caused his goones to join in if a chorus of "yeahs" and "serves you right".

Stiles rolled his eyes and scoffed at the ground.

"Do I have ta remind ya again!" He landed one hard punch across his jaw flinging him to the ground.

His ears rang and his eyesight was hazy.

He could hear muffled voices and silhouettes walking away from him, he was alone. In a creepy basement.

His breathing was heavy and deep as he prayed for a miracle to help his out of this state and pain.

He felt his body go weak and roll to the floor, hissing in pain as his head pounded.

Now Stiles called for a miracle because, if he was not mistaken, he could make out the familiar shape of her.
At first he saw her beautiful, bright strawberry blonde hair.

Then her black dress which flowed around her thighs as she moved closer.

"Lydia?" he called out to the beauty who moved closer to him "- what are you..." he blinked with half lidded eyes, "what are you doing here?" His voice was breathless and confused.

He felt her soft hands cup his sore chin, in a soothing- comforting manner.

She was so close to him, he stared into her beautiful green and brown eyes which were enhanced by her long eyelashes. They always seemed to make her eyes much bigger and wider.

Then his eyes traveled down the face, soft faded rose cheeks to her lips.
Oh how he loved them, so soft and always in a constant pout- so kissable. Oh what he would do-

-"Stiles?" She whispered out. God had he missed her voice. It's been so long, 2...3 months had it been?

It was so quiet yet he could hear it perfectly. That breathless tone that only sounded that good when it only came from her and was his own name.

So. Close.

"Shhhh" she whispered and looked at him with so much worry and care- he could stare into those beautiful eyes forever.

Her soft palms were warm and smooth against his face and his breathing had calmed down.

Then she leaned in, very slow. Stiles stared at her in aware.

Her soft pink lips kissed his broken lip, extremely lightly and stayed there.

Stiles closed his eyes, wanting to saver this moment forever.

A beautiful moment had passed and Stiles slowly opened his eyes to see his love in front of him.

To see her beautiful face smile down at him and caress his head.

But she wasn't there.

With confusion, he looked around.
What just? What just happened?

"Lydia?" He called out with a broken voice.

She wasn't there.

Then he realised that his head was no longer pounding, he carefully touched his lip to find that it had completely healed.

He had called for a miracle.

And his miracle was Lydia.

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