Lydia Martin pushed open the door to her dorm room on campus and collapsed onto her bed, removing her phone from her pocket to scan the notifications on her phone that she'd missed during her two-hour long lecture on Calculus II.
She had three messages from Malia, who had asked her twice if they could FaceTime later so they could chat about college, and another message asking her if she knew how to make cappuccinos without a machine. Typical Malia texts.
Sighing, Lydia scrolled past those messages and searched for the name she always looked forward to seeing on her screen. Stiles had text her five times during the lecture and she had several missed calls from him too. He was supposed to drive to Massachusetts the next day so they could spend a long weekend together, and she suspected he was calling her to ask her something about their plans.
She didn't need to wait long before he picked up the phone.
"Finally!" he cried, without saying hello. "I've been calling you all morning. Where have you been?"
"In a lecture," she replied, rifling through her bag and pulling out a binder of her notes from the lecture. "Unlike some people I know, I actually attend all my classes. I have one hundred -"
"Percent attendance, yeah, yeah," Stiles said. She could tell from the tone of his voice that he was rolling his eyes, but also smiling. "I know. You may have mentioned that once or twice."
"Have I?"
"Yes," he replied jovially. "Do you have a few minutes to talk?"
"I have another lecture in two hours," she said, "then I'm finished for the weekend. What time do you think you can get on the road?"
Stiles hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. Lydia knew when he was hiding something.
"What?" she asked. "Why have you gone quiet?"
"There's snow forecast for tonight and early tomorrow."
Lydia didn't answer immediately, even though she knew that would panic Stiles on the other end of the phone. She'd been planning for Stiles's trip to MIT for months. It was February already, and the last time they'd seen each other had been over Christmas break.
They'd both been so swamped with studying and reading to do that they'd barely seen each other then, only managing to fit in a couple of movies and study sessions over at Stiles's house. Even then, their conversations had been minimal and mostly transactional ("Whose turn is it to make the coffee?", "Are we ordering food or meeting the others later?" were just a few of the thrilling conversations they'd had together during that break) as they were both cramming for their individual returns to college.
Then, back at college for the past few months, they'd still both been overwhelmed by their workloads - they barely even had time for a phone call every night and to text every day, let alone visiting each other.
That was why Lydia had been looking forward to the weekend for so long. For what felt like forever. Even during Christmas, when she'd been lying on Stiles's comfortable bed with her hair spilling over her shoulders and her shoes kicked off, she'd been looking forward to this weekend.They'd both worked harder than ever during the week to get all their work completed so they could spend the entire weekend just with each other. No discussions of papers, or proofreading systems, or how many hours they'd spent in the library that week (they'd had an ongoing competition since the first week of college, which Lydia always won) - just spending time together like a regular couple.
She just wanted a few quiet days with Stiles, her boyfriend, because even though they'd been dating since summer - she didn't feel like they'd spent any time together at all.

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Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2
FanfictionSo apparently you can only have 200 chapters in a single book, so, here are some my favorite one-shots throughout the fandom part 2.