things you said when we were the happiest we ever were + stydia
HERE YA GO! ;)
quietly in the passenger’s seat. They’d spent most of their evening sat on the
blue hood of his Jeep, curled up in some old blankets with happy eyes on the
immense night sky above them. Stiles has known Lydia likes stars since they
were ten, when she presented a full-on articulate research on comets and
galaxies that had completely blown the class away. Sure, the subject had
quickly degenerated into a childish chit-chat about aliens and UFOs, but Stiles
had noticed the excitement in her eyes when she was talking about going out for
stargazing with her father. He had never, ever, ever forgotten.
evening he’d driven her to the beach and he’d held her hand and kissed her
temple as she went on and on about constellations and scientists and discoveries only her
genius self knew about. They’d talked and argued playfully until she’d shut his sarcastic
and non-stopping blather with a kiss on the lips and they’d made out entangled
in the warm blankets till 3 a.m. Fortunately, their parents have dropped the
whole curfew thing by now, since they both know it’s their last summer together
before going away for college (or because
they’ve simply resigned to the fact that Stiles isn’t exactly what you call a
punctual guy, especially not when it
comes to take Lydia back home).
Anyways, it’s three and a half in the morning
and she’s sleeping peacefully in the car seat next to him. By the time Stiles
turns the engine off in her driveway, it’s almost dawn. He gets out of the Jeep,
gently opens her car door and kisses the tip of her nose.
rise and shine,” he murmurs just a few inches from her face.
flutter open as she takes in a deep breath. She looks at him, frowns, and then
mumbles something unintelligible before closing her eyes again.
“Yeah, sure, why
not?” Stiles laughs out loud. “Come on Lydia, I’m the lazy-ass around here, not
She doesn’t move
a muscle. Stiles licks his lips tapping impatiently his foot on the ground.
He puts one arm
under her knees and the other one behind her back. Involuntarily, she tightens
her hands around the fabric of his red plaid. With much effort, Stiles manages
to pick her up. “Oh my… I should have
said yes when Scott asked me to work out with him, holy…” He slams the car door with his left foot. “Here we go, here
When he reaches the
entrance, he miraculously finds Lydia’s keys in one of the billion pockets of
her pink purse. Then he lowers with his whole body, inserts the shining keys in
the lock and opens the door as quietly as he can. “Whoa, look at that,” he whispers,
making his way to the threshold “This is actually the first time I open a door
without it obscenely squeaking, am I rig…?”
And that’s when
they both jump at the sound of the door closing with a loud slam behind them.
his lips. “I should have seen that one coming,” he says dryly.
Lydia yawns in
his arms. “Stiles, what’s goin’ on?”
“Shh, it’s nothing, let’s get you to bed,
Step by step,
they get through the stairs and finally arrive in Lydia’s bedroom. Completely
worn out, Stiles lays Lydia down on her bed, sitting by her side.
sound,” he lets out an exhausted breath. He watches her nuzzling her pillow
with an adoring look on his face, the gold in his eyes steady and bright. “Good
night, you pretty smartass” he murmurs against her rosy cheek before trying to stand
She stops him by
grabbing his right hand. “Wait,” she says, and he doesn’t move.
They stay like
this, breathing together, forehead against forehead for a few moments. It’s her
tired but cheerful voice that interrupts the undefiled silent of that summer
night. “I could love you forever, Stiles Stilinski. You know that?”
Stiles is pretty
sure his whole heart melts right in his chest when he hears her whispering that
against his lips. She’s looking at him like he’s her personal comet in the galaxy they share together. He slowly nods, putting a lock of red hair behind her ear.
could love you forever too,” he responds, completely wrecked and utterly happy
at the same time. He kisses her goodbye. “Sweet dreams, Lydia”
YUY! Thank you for sending me this, I’ve really appreciated it! I hope you’ll like it (a little warning: English is not my first language, but I hope there aren’t any huuuge mistakes) xx
Notes: So back in the day I tried to write Stydia fanficton. So here is my very first ever fanfiction of anything that i ever wrote, i’m pretty sure what I just said didn’t make any sense. Let me know if you guys want me to post the rest of my Stydia stuff. AND FRICK LOOK HOW SHORT IT IS. So not like me now XD.
I imagined this taking place after 5b, lets assume Stiles doesn't get abducted by crazy horseman.
Lydia is pacing outside of Scott’s Chem class. She should be in the library for her free period studying for finals. But instead she pacing, Lydia doesn’t pace. She doesn’t get nervous either, but here she is doing both. “What have I turned into, Damn Stilinski” she whispers to herself. “What about Stiles?” she hears from behind her. Her heart pounding must have drowned out her hearing because she didn’t hear Scott’s class let out.
Lydia’s intelligence is what Stiles admires most about her.”
“Lydia often hides who she truly is because she doesn’t believe her friends will accept her. Stiles is one of the few people who truly sees the real Lydia Martin. Not only does he accept her, he loves her unconditionally. “-TV FANATIC
The kinds of things we strive for, are not necessarily scenes of a soap opera where one person says I love you, you’re the greatest thing in my life, I couldn’t live without you, but more along the lines of ‘Stay alive because I can’t live without you’, which is underneath that.” - Jeff Davis