Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

4. and sway to the rhythm of love - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

"I'm going to ask Lydia to marry me."

The second the words were out of his mouth, Stiles realized that this was probably, definitely not a conversation they should be having at one in the morning. But they were both happy, a little too drunk on champagne, and they were at Scott's wedding. It had made him think, all day. Seeing Allison walk down the aisle, hearing Scott and Allison's vows, giving his best man speech and embarrassing both of his friends, dancing all night with their friends and family- he had realized how much he wanted every single part of this with Lydia. The elaborate party and everything that came afterwards, for the rest of their lives.

"Really?" Scott asked, his face lighting up. They'd taken a break from dancing, sitting at the special table dedicated for the bridal party- it was abandoned, though, because Allison and Lydia were on the dance floor, the rest of the bridal party with them: Kira and Malia and Isaac and Scott's cousin Liam all jumping to the music, scream-shouting the lyrics in time to the song. His eyes lingered on Lydia, laughing as Allison twirled her under her arm, the skirt of her maid-of-honor dress swishing, and Stiles's breath just caught. Looking at her now, he had never been more sure of his statement to Scott. And he wanted to spend the rest of time with Lydia more than he wanted anything.

"We've talked about it before, a couple times," Stiles told Scott, looking at his best friend. "And we've always said that there's no rush. That it won't really change that much." He looked at his girlfriend again, singing along to the song playing with Allison. "But all day I've been thinking about how much I want this with her." He looked back at Scott, the lights from above catching on his best friend's shiny new wedding ring.

"So when are you going to ask her?" Scott asked, eyes still trained on Stiles, shining with excitement.

"Right now, Scott," Stiles said, deadpan. "'I'm gonna go ask her now and show up your entire wedding reception."

"Hilarious," Scott said, raising his eyebrows. "I'm serious."

"I don't know," Stiles said truthfully. "It's only October. I'll figure something out before the new year." He looked at Scott again, shrugging. "I have to get a ring, too."

"Can I come?" Scott asked, eyes going wide again. Stiles laughed.

"Of course you're coming. We did a pretty good job picking out Allison's ring, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we did," Scott agreed. He looked out towards the dance floor, his eyes softening when they landed on his wife. "I married her today," he told Stiles, his eyes flitting back to his best friend.

"I know," Stiles responded. "I was there. Right next to you the whole time, actually. That's sort of the best man's job."

"I still can't believe it," Scott said, shaking his head a little bit. "It doesn't seem real."

"I know," Stiles agreed, because he felt it too. It seemed like just yesterday they had been little kids playing with action figures in Scott's backyard. Sometimes Stiles still had trouble believing how much they'd grown up since then.

"Seems like yesterday that we were playing in the sandbox together at school, doesn't it?" Scott said, echoing Stiles's thought.

"Yeah, it does," Stiles agreed. "Or running around in the woods after listening in on my dad's radio. Or playing Star Wars in my basement, even though you still hadn't seen them."

"Hey," Scott retorted, laughing. "I played superheroes though. I remember being Captain America for Halloween when we were seven specifically because you insisted on it."

Stiles sighed nostalgically. "God. Look at us now. You're married. I might be getting engaged." He shook his head in disbelief. "Everything's changed."