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Teen Wolf Imagine (Stiles & Lydia)

Stiles walked up the stairs. He could hear her talking. When her mother let him in she didn't say that Lydia was busy or that she had any other company. She hadn't been answering any ones calls; Kira, Scott, Malia, not even his.

"I miss you." Stiles heard her. 'Jackson', he thought. He didn't want to admit that he understood exactly what was going on. You can’t be as close to someone as they were and then just let it all go with nothing left behind. Stiles slowed. Of course Lydia missed Jackson. She loved Jackson.

He shook her head. This was stupid. Stiles knew that, yet he knew he had to go check up on her. His crush was crushing him. To have seen Lydia get back together with Jackson again and again. All those miles apart and they're still holding on. He thought she had moved past Jackson; Stiles had been wrong before.

Stiles still felt the need to confront her about why she was ignoring everyone. She had everyone beside themselves with worry and no one knew the answers behind any of it. She was doing this over Jackson? Lydia didn't have the right to do that to them. Stiles regained control, replacing his sadness with frustration. He was on a war path as he marched to her door and threw it open. Lydia jumped as she caught sight of him. Her eyes were puffy. She had been crying, something Stiles knew Jackson had caused in the past, but even then when Stiles knew she loved him Stiles would never think she would blow off her friends like she had in this case.

Lydia wasn't on the phone. She was lying on her bed. Her arms wrapped around herself. Her body faced the door. Her eyes continued to create fresh tears that built up as quickly as they fell and rolled down her cheek. She was wearing no makeup, her hair looked like it hadn't been brushed which was a look Stiles wasn't used to seeing on her. Stiles had said that she looked beautiful when she cried but this wasn't beautiful to look at - this was painful for both of them.

"What are you doing here?" She sat up, furiously swiping at her tears.

"We thought something happened to you." Stiles admitted. "How’s Jackson?" He asked guessing that she had hung up upon his grand entrance.

"I wouldn't know?"

"Then why are you crying?"

"I can’t help it." Stiles gave her a quizzical look to which she sighed. She struggled to make eye contact. Lydia hadn't been able to admit much about how she was feeling especially since, the incident. Stiles closed the door silently behind him. Lydia sat up and attempted to turn and hide her face from Sties. She wasn't the most graceful as stiles heard the noise of something hitting the floor. He made his way around and sat next to her. She wouldn't look at him but Stiles couldn't tear his eyes away. "I miss her." He heard the whisper. That was all Stiles needed. He was an idiot. He had got it wrong. He had seriously messed up. He jumped to conclusions and fell on his face.

"Me too." He said. Finally Lydia turned around, crying more and more, now breaking into sobs that shook her body. Stiles wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"But it’s not the same. Alison was your friend, she was my best friend. I don't have many friends." She muttered the end. Stiles looked down at her. That wasn’t true. Stiles knew that wasn’t true. Lydia was beyond popular in Beacon Hills. She had plenty of friends.

"Of course you do. You're Lydia Martin. Everyone wanted to be friends with you."

"Oh yeah everyone chose me. I was a different person when I met Alison but she became my friend and she chose to stand by every decision I made. She chose to be around me. Before her I wasn't someone to be proud of. I wasn't a good person. I was selfish. I changed."

"Yeah, you did change when you were friends with Alison, but you are wrong about one thing. You were always a good person."

"Not to you."

"I knew how to look past that. I saw you, even when you didn't."

"How?" Lydia asked finally looking him in the eyes. Yes, her eyes were still puffy but this time he didn’t see the pain the same way it was when he first walked in.

"I had hope. Hope that one day you would see me the same way."

"How... how do you see me now?" The vulnerability was unlike anything Stiles had experienced. He had experienced losing someone and Stiles had known what it felt like to be unsure of himself but he had never even thought about what it would have felt like to be so high in the world and fall so far to be like that. He didn’t know what he was doing. It had only ever happened in his head. He moved in, his lips getting closer to Lydia. Stiles closed a little over half the distance but couldn't find it in him to finish the job. Now he was the vulnerable one.

"I would never let you be alone.” That was all he had to say and his point was made and Lydia made her choice. She wasn’t quick like the fast on her feet brainiac she usually was. She closed the distance between them. A part of Stiles nagged that she was doing it for comfort but Stiles didn’t persist against it. Stiles would accept Lydia no matter what, especially now he had learned to accept him. Even if all he was and would be was a shoulder to cry on and even if only for one moment.

There was nothing special about their kiss – not if you weren’t the one experiencing it. Lydia had the support she needed, enough to know that she wasn’t alone, that someone cared. Stiles had almost everything he had ever wanted. He had Lydia and she cared. It wasn’t this deep passionate exchange. It wasn’t an outpour of emotion but it was good to know there was no ulterior motive. Lydia was consciously kissing him and knowing it was for him and because they knew they were capable of being there for one another.

That was it.

They were what one another needed. They didn’t need to label it, or over think their situation. Afterwards there was no awkwardness. The affection behind it was evident and remained unspoken.

There would be subtle glances when the other wasn’t looking, of course not all went unnoticed by the other and those resulted in furious attempts to hide blushing cheeks, their arm would brush to which neither would mention a problem with because there was none. It was a new kind of relationship. The one with the potential behind the friendship that was born to the hope of future. In short, Lydia knew she liked Stiles, Stiles had always known he liked Lydia. So what was the problem? There was none, because, as everyone wishes to be, they were happy with whatever there relationship had come to be, and that was great. It was perfect.

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AN

This came into my head a few weeks ago. STYDIA ALL THE WAY. I ship it so hard!!!