Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

The One where everyone Finds out. - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

They know when it started. It was at Scott and Allison's Engagement party. Well, at 2am the night after Scott and Allison's Engagement party.

Lydia got too drunk, what with not having eaten anything the night before and the impending singleness that lurked in the air during the party. People stealing glances at her and whispers about how she spent too much time in the science lab or how she needed to 'snatch one up quick' before all the good ones were gone. Lydia was strong and usually didn't let any of this get to her, but tonight the whispers and glances were stinging unusually low as she watches her ex Aiden walk into the bar hand in hand with a girl. Sure, Lydia was happy for her best friend. Thrilled in fact, as the maid of honor all she wanted was to make this night unforgettable for Allison. But that didn't mean she couldn't have a few drinks, right?

Stiles took Lydia home, making sure she was okay. They'd been best friends for years now, and they'd watched Scott and Allison's relationship grow throughout the years and they sat idly by. Stiles kept getting nudges from His father and his new wife, Melissa, about how he was next. Sure, he knew they were teasing and not pressuring, but Stiles couldn't keep a girl to save his life. First Cora, moving to south America, then Malia, which was amicable but nothing that really could've gone further. He didn't understand her animalistic needs the way Theo did. So, Stiles excused himself and went to hang out with Lydia, doing shots with her as they stood in the corner making elaborate backstories for people they didn't know.

At around 1am, Stiles and Lydia walked to their place. They lived across the hall from each other but they were known for Crashing on each other's sofas quite often. They were both drunk, as they sat on the couch, talking silently in their own little bubble.

"They're really happy, aren't they? Do you remember the last time you looked at someone the way he looks at her?" Lydia whispered as she unconsciously played with the rolled-up sleeve of Stiles' button down shirt that made his chest look warm and inviting.

Stiles nodded looking down at her hand tickling his arm. "They are... and... I guess..." he whispered low as he looked at how he strawberry blonde hair framed her face perfectly. He remembered that's how he used to look at her. In Elementary School, Middle School, even High School. Eventually Isaac had sat him down and told him to move on. So, Stiles did. He dated a few girls, and Lydia fell comfortably into the position of his Best Friend. He still had thoughts sometimes, about her like that. On nights like tonight when his thoughts were swimming in alcohol and her perfume engulfed him as they sat impossibly close.

Lydia then whispered "I don't... I mean... There was Aiden but... There was always something off about him and us. I guess I just miss being held. Loved like that." Lydia looked up at him thoughts cloudy but crystal clear like the moonlight bouncing off his eyes. She'd had thoughts before, of him in this way. In High School, for a little while in college as she became closer to him. Even though they were best friends, she often thought of them in bed together, or what his mouth could do to hers when he wasn't babbling on about mythology and law enforcement ideas. Her hand softly moved to play with the edge of his collar, now unbuttoned, the tie hanging loosely around his neck. She whispered, impossibly soft. "Sometimes I'm scared I'll never feel that way again. Like no one will ever want me."
Stiles was shocked. She had been vulnerable with him before. He knew she often doubted herself, but he didn't think he'd ever heard her sound this sad, his alone. Stiles frowns and moved his hand to caress her cheek, as he shifted on the couch to face her. "Lydia.... Any guy would be lucky to have you. You are the bravest person I know, kind and smart and beautiful. Who wouldn't want you?"

Lydia looked up at him her hands softly grabbing at his collar and pulled him into her. She pressed her lips softly to his before gently wrapping her arms around his neck. Stiles was a little startled but closed his eyes gently resting his hands on her waist.