Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

Change Of Plans - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

"Lydia!" Stiles shouted into her house, letting himself in with the key hidden atop the swing set on the porch. "Babe, are you home?"

"Yeah!" she shouted back from where Stiles presumed to be her room, followed by soft groaning noises.

He jogged up the stairs to get to her room, knocking lightly on her door. She opened it with a smile, all dolled up in a beautiful red floral summer dress and a complicated up-do.

"Are you alright?" his eyebrows furrowed in concern at her poorly hidden discomfort--the kind not many would have noticed unless they paid as much attention to her as he did.

"I'm great. Nothing I can't handle," she said, her slight tone change suggesting otherwise.

"Woah," he put his hand on her waist to stop her from leaving the room. "Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong--" She cut herself off, seeing her boyfriend's disbelieving expression. "Fine. If you must know, I've started my period this morning. I have cramps, but I'll live. Can we go now?"

She went to leave her room, Stiles' arms stopping her once again. "No, hey, we don't have to. If you're not up for it, we don't have to go out." He had planned a little cliché date for them--a picnic in the park--to make up for the lack of normalcy around their town.

"No," Lydia insisted, dragging the word. "I don't want to be that girlfriend. The world doesn't stop for--"

"It does for you," he interrupted, backing her up and sitting her on the bench in front of her bed. "We can stay in. It's no trouble. I love hanging out with you." Lydia attempted protesting, but that boy was stubborn. "We can have an indoor picnic, alright?"

He kissed the top of her head, her forehead, cheeks, nose, and jaw, getting some giggles out of her before he grabbed onto her uncomfortable heels and took them off for her. Then Stiles sat behind his girlfriend, taking out many bobbi pins and the braid she had done. Before getting back up, he pushed her long strawberry blonde her to the side, kissing the back of her neck and moving slowly to the side of her neck. Lydia let out a deep breath as he worked her sweet spot on her neck where a small bruise was sure to be forming shortly.

He stopped, unzipping the back of her dress to where she would be able to reach it without struggling. Then he stood, going for her dresser and grabbing a pale blue long sleeve shirt, and some light grey sweatpants. Stiles turned around, facing the grinning girl.

"Why are you smiling?" he asked, not being able to hold back a small smile, himself.

"I'm just so lucky," she shrugged.

He sighed happily, walking up to her with the clothes and dropping them in her lap. He kissed her, deeply but gently, and said, "Put these on. I'll set up downstairs." Lydia nodded, whispering a thank you. "And wipe off the make-up." She was about to say something when he said, "You don't need it, babe."

He kissed her forehead, giving her privacy to change as he quickly pulled out his phone.

"Quick," he said, cutting of the usual exchanges of hellos over phone lines. "Tell me what kind of food you like on your period."

"Uhhh..." Stiles could already hear curiosity bursting through the speakers.

"Don't ask questions, Kira. Just tell me."

"Stiles, that is no way to ask a lady a question," Scott's voice came through, obviously on speaker with Kira.

He sighed, not wanting Scott to make fun. It was avoided when Stiles heard a long sigh and light tongue clicking--what Kira usually did when she thought deeply.