Lydia took his breath away. No matter how long it had been since he'd begun admiring her, it always felt different somehow. Every time he looked at Lydia, it was like he was looking at her for the first time. She was like the sun, or the moon or the stars or the ocean... one could never tire of looking at her. She was Lydia freaking Martin, a strawberry-blonde whirlwind, a nightmare, a daydream. ************* Lydia Martin didn't believe in last season's trends or shoes that did not make her look at least six inches taller, but she did believe in Spiderman; New York City's resident hero. She had a blog about him. Her best friend had a fanclub that sold his coffee mugs and t-shirts. Everyone around her had crossed paths with Spiderman in some way or the other. Except her. That was, until one cataclysmic night swept her into the madness that was his world. All image and video credits go to their rightful creators (except for certain edits, which are mine). {Stiles Stilinski is Spiderman in this Stydia! AU.}

As she stared at him, he could have sworn that she could see right into his soul, into the parts of him better left buried. "I know," she whispered, "I don't sleep well either." When Lydia Martin moved to Beacon Hills, she'd hoped that she could have a fresh start. Maybe if she didn't live around all the memories, she could forget. But now she's beginning to learn that the past doesn't just go away. The only comfort that she can find is in her next door neighbor, Stiles, who seems to have as many nightmares as she does. It doesn't take long for the real question to arise. Can two broken people fix each other?