one shots | stydia

Stydia|| Mr Brightside

i just can't look
its killing me and taking control
jealousy
turning saints into the sea
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- I mean, this one gets pretty steamy and I've never really written steamy and smutty as much before so uh, lemme know what you think. *awkward smile*

Lydia really didn't want to go to this party, she wasn't ready to see him yet. She wasn't ready to see his stupid fucking freckles, she wasn't ready to see him at all.

"If you don't go, I'll scream." Allison stood in front of the couch with her arms crossed. Her expression was something to see, completely neutral with her eyebrows raised.

"You're so fucking dramatic, Ali." Lydia rolled her eyes, standing up and running her hands over her face. "Screw it, but I'm getting shit faced and you're the mother this time."

"Mother? Again, really?" Allison whined.

"Allison, I have been the party mother the last three times. Pay your dues, or I'm not going."

"Fine." Allison replied, holding her hands up in surrender. "But we have three hours to get ready, so hurry your ass up stairs and sort this whole mess out." Allison referenced to Lydia's whole look which was sweat pants and a tank top.

Lydia must admit, she can't wait to dress up and just be herself. Cause what she was like now, that was not Lydia Martin, and she cannot let her break up get her down.

flashback

"I can't fucking believe you. I actually can't believe you!" Lydia screamed, throwing a sofa cushion at Stiles, rolling her eyes at how he caught it swiftly.

"I can't believe you either, why didn't you tell me that Jackson is back from London, huh? That you met him for lunch? If you don't see the problem with that then you're deluded." Stiles shouted back, throwing the vision back on the couch.

"I was with fucking Allison! I didn't meet him alone, unlike you who actually went in the closet to play 7 minutes in heaven with Malia. If you don't seem the problem with that then you're the deluded one."

"I didn't-" stiles started. "I didn't do anything with Malia."

Lydia laughed, she laughed an evil laugh that actually kind of made Stiles scared which caused him to take a few small steps back.

"Bullshit."

"Bullshit?" Stiles questioned.

"Bullshit." Lydia repeated, looking at him in utter disgust.

flashback over

"Fine." Lydia said, standing up ready to walk up stairs. "You coming?"

"Yeah." Allison nodded. "I'm gonna go get some juice first and then I'll come up. Start the music."

Lydia smiled, running up the stairs as she plugged the aux to the stereo into her phone.

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Once the girls arrived at the party, they rolled their eyes at how cliche it looked. Some teens were making out on the couch, some were dancing, some were holding the famous red solo cup in their hands. It was like a typical, American high school party.