❝ please shut up and let me save your life ❞ stiles and lydia one shots. the more well written ones are towards the back of the book.

When Lydia's mom gets offered a new job in Beacon Hills, they end up moving from their old house in Chicago to a small apartment. Due to the fact that Lydia had a small amount of friends in Chicago, this won't be too much of a change. "You moving in here?" he asked. 'No shit, Sherlock.' she thought. "Yeah, my mom has a new job here." Lydia mentioned. "Well, I guess that makes me the non-stereotypical boy next door."

Elegance, poised, endearing-all attributes used to describe the exterior of Lydia Martin. All she wants is someone to acknowledge the scars that permanently bruised her heart. The scars that Stiles Stilinski left.

Punk Pack Band AU. They say all's fair in love and war... but they never said anything about band wars. Lydia Martin. Lead singer of Mercy For Mania. 20. Taken. Black coffee drinker and song writer, with a long standing feud against the drummer of Few Are Angels, Stiles Stilinski.

"One love, one house." .............. Set in an alternate universe where Stiles and Lydia had never met, they are stuck as room mates for a year. It's not ideal. Stiles has no idea how to act around her, and for once, a boy is somehow making Lydia nervous. It's complicated. Meddling supernatural friends aren't much help either.

Lydia Martin, the nobody. Stiles Stilinski, the jock. no one ever thought these two would end up together. brought to wattpad by popular demand. don't forget to check out the original au on @pacifiedwolves ||| instagram

❝why's your band called 'road to serenity'?❞ ❝because when i was thinking about forming a band, i was thinking about what music means to me. it's kind of my safe place, my road to serenity.❞ in which a ninteen year-old stiles from the us is the drummer of a not well-known pop-punk band called road to serenity, and lydia from canada is his seventeen year-old biggest fan. oh and, their only way of communication is twitter. [small caps intended, mostly texts/messages] [completed]