Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

Keep Your Heart Wide Open (and your eyes shut tight) - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

"Lydia," a voice whispered stirring Lydia out of her sleep and threatening to unwillingly drag her into the realm of consciousness. Annoyed Lydia ignored it, pressing herself closer into the warm of her bed and pulling her comforter tighter around her body seeking whatever shelter it may offer.

"Lydiaaaa," it sang louder this time. Lydia squeezed her eyes shut tighter in protest. It was a voice she recognized all too well and far too often at this time of night, and if she knew anything about its owner it's that it didn't give up.

Letting out a groan Lydia flipped over and scooched further away from the source.

"There's nothing supernatural happening right now Stiles," Lydia murmured still half asleep. "Monsters have to sleep too. Go home."

She heard him let out a sigh and her tired, delirious mind actually thought that for once she had won. Maybe she could finally sleep through the night like a normal high school student and wake up for school on time and only moderately exhausted. Curling herself around the warm pillow she was clutching in her arms, Lydia felt her body drifting back to sleep.

She should have known better. Because before she knew what was happening her whole bed bounced, a shrill "LYDIA!" rang out, and she felt a heavy weight on her stomach that wasn't there before.

"Stiles!" Lydia shrieked scrambling into a sitting position now fully awake. Stiles was basically sprawled out on top of her on his hands and knees, dressed in an old t-shirt and his go-to Star Wars pajama bottoms that he wore when they were doing a crash course at her house.

The soft blue glow creeping in through Lydia's half closed blinds illuminated the room just enough to for her to make out the lopsided boyish grin on his face. She hated that despite being woken up in the middle of the night yet again, her heart immediately warmed.

"Hi," Stiles said quietly still smiling. He was merely inches from her face and Lydia slowly felt herself adjusting to the dark. She could start to make out the soft glow that always seemed to reside in his chocolate brown eyes, and the constellation of moles that littered the soft features of his skin. Just looking at him now awkwardly askew in her bed in the middle of the night, gave her this unusual, warm feeling of home. Which was especially weird and annoying because she didn't even feel that way in her own house until Stiles had walked into her life.

Despite herself Lydia began to return his smile until she quickly covered it with an eye roll and pushed him away, letting him fall onto the bed beside her. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and let out another groan. She made sure to put more emphasis on this one.

"Stiles it's one in the morning and you dragged me out to that dump to look at a broken windshield less than four hours ago. What else could you of possibly found?"

Stiles sighed and turned on his side to face her as she did the same, his eyes immediately finding hers.

"If you're that curious why don't you get off that cute little ass and come find out?"

Lydia didn't miss the playful tone behind his words as he quoted their conversation from the Winter Formal. Although it was only a few years ago, it felt more like a lifetime. And thank God it did because Lydia Martin did not want to go back to the person she was before Allison, Stiles, and Scott somehow squeezed their way through the cracks in her life.

Lydia found herself grinning again and decided to reply appropriately. "Interesting tactic. But I'm gonna stick with no."

"Wrong answer Lyds," Stiles said as he reached over and turned the knob on her bedside lamp.

"Stop!" she squeaked, squeezing her eyes shut as the light hit giving her a dizzying sense of disorientation. She sank down further into her pillows and pulled the covers over her head in protest, trying to block out the bright gleam. She heard Stiles let out a groan of his own and felt the bed wobble as he ungracefully ducked under the comforter with her.