Stydia One Shots

Breathe

Stiles P.O.V//
"Come on Stiles, how long? A month or a year?" Malia screamed, clawing at her hair with her... actual claws. She was sobbing, her blue eyes flashing furiously.
"Mal, nothing's going on! She's my best friend, just because in Were-coyote land mates wouldn't have other girls as friends, doesn't mean it works the same for humans!" I was screaming back this time. I know that Mal means this in the best way and that she loves me but what the fuck?! Why can't she trust me?
"You know what, Malia?" I said, "Maybe if you don't trust me, we shouldn't carry on." Silence filled the room. I regretted what I said as soon as I said it.
"Sti?"
"Yeah?"
"You and her? We both know it's bound to happen. I love you and even though I've been human about as long as that Scarf trend Isaac tried to start, I think..." She choked up a little. I wanted to go to her. To be with her but I knew that she needed to get this off her chest.
"I think," she continued," that loving somebody is wanting them to be happy. Neither of us are happy right now. So you, Stiles goddamn Stilinski, need to get the hell out of your room, go to Lydia's house and tell her how much you love her. And me? This isn't healthy for either of us."
I gaped open mouthed at her. I ran across the room, dodging the infinite piles of textbooks and red strings, to engulf Malia into I hug. I ran my fingers through her hair.
" You know what, Mal? I love you too. Thank you so much" I had a single tear run down my cheek. Grabbing Roscoe's keys, I bolted down the stairs, leaving Malia in my room. I got in the car, putting the keys in the ignition, ready for the engine to roar to life. Waiting.
"FUCK! PIECE OF SHIT!" I screamed. "I'm sorry, Roscoe. You know I don't mean it baby. BUT START YOUR GODDAMN ENGINE!" Suddenly. It started up, lights flickering to life. I pulled out of the drive.
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60 miles per hour. That's how fast I was driving, dodging cars and badgers and Hey! A wolf in the middle of California. I found myself pulling into Lydia's driveway. Natalie's car wasn't parked. I sprinted to her door, rattling the door.
"Lyds, it's me! Open up!"I banged the door over and over.
"For Gods sake, Stilinski, if your not a fucking werewolf or Coach got murdered, your ass is next!" The door opened and I was greeted by a Lydia Martin wearing nothing but a blue T-shirt, three sizes too big, barely grazing her thighs. Instinctively, I grabbed her hands, and pressed my lips to her perfect, full ones. We kissed for what felt like eternity, youngest battling for domination until she pulled back. We stayed for a minute, foreheads resting against one another's, breathing in the same air.
"Well," she chuckled that perfect little giggle of hers, "what was that for?"
I bit my lip and took a deep breath.
"Lydia Cammile Grace Martin, I have loved you since the third fricking grade. Every time I look into your eyes, I need to remind myself too breathe. I know, I'm a spaz who defiantly doesn't deserve any of your love or time or precious thinking time but I love the shit out of you. My heart literally stops whenever I see you, looking perfect as usual. I just want to be with you literally all of the time. I would follow you to the ends of the earth. I would read your grocery lists just to feel closer to you.I adore you." I finished my soliloquy, my heart running fucking marathons around my body. Nobody spoke, we just looked into each other's eyes. Evergreen burning into chocolate. Her messy bun piled atop her head.
"Stiles, what about Malia?" She asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"We broke up. She told me to get the girl. She wants this too, for us to be happy."
She stood for a moment, glancing from me to the floor. Suddenly, I became very interested in my shoes.
"Well, if you can't beat them, join them." She said, her eyes crinkled in a smile as our lips collided again.
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Authors note:
Hey guys, this is my first fanfic as you can probably tell from the shitty writing. Leave comments and requests and remember: Stydia now, Stydia tomorrow, Stydia forever xoxo
- Chuck Bass (S/O to all my gossip girl fans) ❤️