Imagine: Lydia please!!! (There were no specifics so I hope you like it!)
Lydia x reader
Lydia was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. At times it would physically distract you. You would have to catch your breath every time she even smiled at you. Cheesy right?
The two of you had become close friends in high school; you knew all about her being a banshee and you were close with the rest of the pack too. You cared for all of them like family.
But not like you cared for Lydia.
You knew how this would end; you had seen Stiles pine after her for years. And of course your chances were even lower than Stiles’ had been because of one frustrating detail.
You were almost positive Lydia was straight.
Kira, your best friend aside from Lydia in the pack, is always telling you that you should just go for it, ask her out, but you aren’t so sure. That doesn’t stop you from complaining about it to her all the time though.
“You already know what I think, (y/n). Just ask her out or something. The worst thing that could happen is that she says no.”
“No, the worst thing that could happen is it destroys the friendship I’ve had with her since we were freshmen.” I say, fully realizing how dramatic I sound.
“Come on (y/n), how do you know that’s gonna happen?”
“But what if it does?” I respond.
“It won’t.” You hear through a phone reviewer.
Your eyes widen and snap to Kira.
“You didn’t.” You say, your voice dangerously low.
She looks back at your innocently and hands over her phone.
“I’m going to kill you, Kira.” you mouth to her, but she just makes kissing faces at you and shoos you out of the room.
“Hi…Lydia.” you mumble into the phone.
“Hey (y/n). So is there something you wanted to ask me?”
You groan. “How long have you known?”
“Kira told me yesterday.” she admits.
“Oh my god this is so embarrassing. I’m- ugh you were never supposed to find that out.” You’re positive that your entire face is red now.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me.” Lydia asks after I’ve sufficiently embarrassed myself.
I’m standing in the hallway since Kira kicked me out of the room.
“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t know I just thought that being friends with you would be better than nothing at all.”
“Turn around, (y/n).” Lydia says.
You follow her instructions, and almost drop Kira’s phone. Lydia is literally standing right there and how the hell did you not hear her walking up behind you?
“Um, hi.” you say awkwardly.
You look everywhere but directly at Lydia.
“I wish you would have told me sooner.”
Your eyes snap up to Lydia’s. “What?”
She’s giving you that raised-eyebrow-all-knowing look, a smirk set on her pouty lips. “I think you heard me.”
You can’t think- did she just- what is happening? Are you dreaming? You must be, this can’t be real.
“So are you going to kiss me or did I drive out to Kira’s house for nothing?”
And suddenly her lips are on yours, hands pressing you backwards into the wall. A moan escapes your lips and you feel yourself blushing in embarrassment again, but it just encourages Lydia, your kiss deepening. Your arms are low on Lydia’s waist, pulling her in, needing her closer to you.
You’re interrupted by a flash; Kira had taken a picture.
“Kira I’m going to kill you! You better not be sending that to Scott!” You make a grab for her phone, but the kitsune skirts just out of reach, grinning like mad.
“Too late, already sent to the whole pack.”
You sigh, but are distracted again by the fact that Lydia’s still pressed up against you.
“So I’ll just leave you two lovebirds alone then.” Kira comments cheekily, backing down the hallway and out of sight.
“Way to kill the mood.” you mutter.
“Not necessarily.” Lydia responds, dragging you back down for another kiss.