Lydia y Stiles se han distanciado últimamente ya que él ha empezado a salir con Malia y apenas tiene ya tiempo para su mejor amiga. Ahora, de viaje de fin de curso, Lydia comienza a darse cuenta de que quizás está empezando a sentir algo por él, pero, al no ser correspondida, deberá conformarse con volver a ganarse la mejor amistad que en su día tuvieron.

Lydia is tired of being a virgin and having the whole school picking on her. Stiles is someone she has known almost her entire life because he is her best friend, Allisons brother. Not only that, but also the school fuckboy. Lydia goes over to Stiles to ask him a favor..hm...does he reject? And what really happened that night? Something was up between those two and Allison was curious of what happened to her best friend. But what is that weird feeling that starts developing inside them both? And why is it so hard them to admit it? "No?" He walked closer to the half naked girl that held the towel tighter around her body. "Do you know what I think..." He stepped forward as she slowly stepped back, until her back was leaning against the shower wall. "I think you're falling for me, but scared to admit that you like your best friends brother..."

Stiles y Lydia se Odian a morir ... Un viaje lo cambiara todo... Que sucederá???

She was sixteen, She got kicked out, she lost a sister but she had a dream. A dream she felt like she had to achieve, A dream as a singer or just a person that can make a difference. There was millions of signs leading to that dream. She had thousands of dollars in her account, that she didn't remember having, She had a dream that she didn't remember dreaming and last but not least; she was in love, but she couldn't remember with who. Lydia moves to beacon hills after her 1 years adventure of becoming a star. She lives with an old friend, and she's about to become normal again. Though, she has to wear different clothes to not show the world who she was, she has to be unfamiliar to people. Nobody could know that she was "Rose" She does see some weird things. This guy. She keeps having awkward moments with him, time stops when they are together, he seems familiar. She just can't remember. ... but he can. He can remember her cherry smell, he can remember giving her all of those money to help her achieve her dreams and he can remember kissing her, touching her, loving her. He was sixteen. ~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ "You look familiar," Stiles stopped her before she could leave the library. Lydia looked around nervously with her stare at the ground. She pulled her glasses further up and removed the strand of hair from her face. "I uhm.. I gotta go.." she pushed her way through him as she quickly exited the library door. Stiles stared at the floor for minutes before looking at the door she once exited. "Oh my..." He smirked and took his phone out of his pocket to look at the picture. ~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ K-POP is going to be a part of this story, btw 😊

"Your eyes tell me you love me before you even know you do." - Stiles Stilinski had been blind almost his whole life. He had not seen the sun long enough to be able to memorise how it looked, he'd never seen the colours of the autumn leaves up close or the colour of his new favourite pillow. Five months before the most important surgery of his life, he gets a new caretaker Lydia Martin. He despises the fact his father employed someone to take care of him and he despises Lydia. Or does he? ____ WARNING: Contains triggering subjects such as: Suicide, bullying, depression. *** Cover art drawing isn't mine. Credit to its respective owner. ***

❝Una historia sobre el adiós❞ Y entonces llega un momento en el que el dolor es tan fuerte y doloroso, que tienes que dejarlo ir. |Historia corta| Stydia| Prohibida si copia total o parcial|

Lydia logró sacar el Nogitsune de Stiles. Y juntos superaron sus miedos, se enamoraron. Pero un día, todo cambió. Gracias a @TwentyOneJoshlerr por la portada

Stiles and Lydia have been friends for years, since the beginning of high school when they met at BHHS. However different that they may be - Lydia, Beacon Hills own sweetheart with her book smarts and musical inclination; and Stiles, the typical rough-around-the-edges smartass born with a silver spoon in his mouth - they've always had a unique understanding of one another. Even more so, a weakness. At this point in their lives, they're just trying to make their bones in the world. Being an early twenty-something is its own struggle. Stiles is in college, pursuing photography and living in the finest apartment building on campus; his dad wouldn't have it any other way. Lydia is working as a bank teller, still living with her ever-unhappy parents and constantly putting up with the charade of trying to be everyone's perfect little helper. She just can't seem to find something she's passionate enough about to do for the rest of her life. One night, when Stiles is the only one Lydia has to turn to, things change. But can it be for the better? I CLAIM NO RIGHTS TO THE IMAGES USED, TEEN WOLF, OR THE CHARACTERS. I made up a name for Lydia's father because he appears so little in the show, his name isn't actually listed anywhere that I can find. I honestly just picked one that sounded like a dad name, so anyone that may have the same name is pure coincidence.

Stiles y Lydia son mejores amigos desde donde sus memorias les dejan recordar. Todo lo hacen juntos y no cambiarían nada de lo que tienen si ello supone perder al otro. Sin embargo, el destino quiere que una noche su amistad vaya un paso más allá y empiezan a experimentar lo que la gente llama "amigos con derecho a roce". Deberán aprender a manejar la situación y a ir cambiando las reglas de su amistad, que tan importante es para ambos.

Un día cualquiera de verano, a Stiles le ocurre algo que cambia su forma de ver la vida: consigue salir vivo de un tiroteo. Poco después conoce a Lydia, una extraña chica que poco a poco se hará su amiga y le ayudará a superar los problemas que está sufriendo tras su experiencia tan cercana a la muerte. Lo que no saben es que ambos se necesitan más de lo que ninguno puede imaginar. [La portada está hecha por mi bonita RexderWolfie. Muchas gracias, amor].