Okay, I basically gave myself a week to write a short story and this is what I got! So this a future Stydia fic which basically consists of flashbacks of their relationship. It will be fluffy and mildly smutty. It's a small drabble and I hope you like it!
Present Day
Lydia stepped into her apartment that she shared with her six year long boyfriend to find her hallway scattered in dozens of red rose petals. She knew who they were from. Stiles. Lydia's smile crept across her face as she placed her keys down on the sideboard and shut the door behind her.
The delicate smell wafted through her nose and she tried to think of a better smell, she couldn't. Lydia tried frantically to think of an anniversary she might've missed, or if it was some special occasion which she had forgotten, but her mind was blank. Before setting foot upon the petals she took her boots off at the door because she was scared she would make the petals dirty. She carefully wandered upon the roses and continued down the hallway, her heart racing in anticipation.
Her mind wandered what could be happening. Was it a proposal? Or was he jut feeling really guilty about not doing the dishes the other night? The list could be endless.
She turned into the room where the petals lead to find Stiles, stood dressed in a white button down and his best trousers, surrounded by Moroccan Oil candles that burnt vividly. More petals were in the room and when the candles flickered, it looked so romantic and cheesy in a good way. She almost wanted to take a picture of it.
"Stiles..." Lydia starts but her words fall out of her mouth at the sight of her boyfriend. He looked so dashing in what he was wearing and he'd gone through all of this effort for.. for what exactly?
"Lydia," Stiles begins, she notices the tremble in his voice and her heart swells in admiration for him. "It's been four years since we got together and I think it's safe to say for both of us that it's been the best four years ever." He says, Lydia smiles and nods then feels herself begin to well up. She thought about everything they've done, made long distance work when they were both at college, travelled the world and endlessly argued and made up, and she never really appreciated before. Until now.
"When we met, you never even knew I existed but then you did," He says, he looked at Lydia, her bottom lip was trembling, "And then we started dating," He smiles, so does she. "And when we got together that first time, it was all worth it, for you." He says, Lydia offers him a smile and he steps closer to her so that he can hold her hand.
"It didn't matter about the time we didn't spend together because it's always been you. I'd never doubt my love for you baby, it unconditional." Stiles tells her with so much passion in his voice she wanted to cup his cheeks and kiss her life into him. "Our hearts are young, Lydia. I want them to grow old together."
Lydia's mouth went dry and her stomach was fluttering like mad. This was it, this would determine her future. He got down on one knee and looks up at her as he reaches into his jacket for something, his hand shaking slightly.
"So, I was wondering if you would do me the pleasure of marrying me?" He asks, looking into her eyes. Her heart skips a beat.
It was summer and it felt like the hottest one in Lydia's opinion. It sucked because Lydia and the pack had to be studying for finals at their lunch breaks instead of relaxing and soaking up the sun.
This year Lydia was finding it particularly hard to focus, not because the heat was unbearable or because there were supernatural creatures running about town, no. It was because of boys.
A certain boy in particular that had dark drown hair, spiked at odd angles and whiskey coloured eyes with sarcasm as his only defensive. It was Stiles. He was messing with her feelings, not on purpose of course, or so she was telling herself. He was simply doing nothing but Lydia was finding everything he was doing was making her attracted towards him which she made her want to scream.
He was on and off with Malia. Lydia was the one giving Malia advice and occasionally Stiles too but for now they were over, and Lydia tried not to make it obvious how happy she was about it. They were good together, don't get Lydia wrong but it hurt like fuck when they were kissing and cuddling in front of everyone, so when they were ignoring one another it felt great.
Recently, however Stiles was getting on every nerve of Lydia's. It was just everything he did, his sarcastic remarks, his 'depression' over Malia. He wasn't really 'depressed' but Lydia exaggerated it because of the way Stiles would suddenly get all quiet and distant. And don't get her started on the way he would touch Lydia's lower back if he was ever stood next to her and they were walking.
It was the last Friday before finals week began and Lydia was stressed to the maximum all because of Stiles. No information went into her ears unless it was Stiles explaining it or reading it off her book. Even that annoyed her. She needed to know every bit of information possible for her finals but couldn't because of some boy.
"Hey Lydia, can you come over tonight and go over Math with me?" Malia asked Lydia. Lydia's head snapped up from her work, her arms sticking to the table. Could she help Malia? She didn't even know everything herself.
"Yeah, I'll try," Lydia told her, Malia's eyebrows drew together in confusion so Lydia shot Stiles a dirty look then returned her gaze back to Malia, "It's just I'm having trouble understanding some things myself."
"Is something distracting you?" Stiles spoke from diagonally opposite her on the table, Lydia bit her lip and looked at Stiles.
"Yes, actually," Lydia said with a curt nod, Stiles raised his eyebrows and she felt everyone's eyes on them, "Someones constant sarcasm is really starting to piss me off."
"Well maybe someones sighing keeps pissing me off." Stiles shoots back, not missing a beat. Lydia sucks in a breath and tries to avoid looking in anyone else's eyes except Stiles'. Where had all of this came from anyway?
"Well maybe I wouldn't be sighing if someone could keep their mouth shut." Lydia spits, her jaw clenching. She catches amusement spark in Stiles' eye which only fires more anger inside of her. Who is he to tease her like that? To stand on her heart then pick it up and care for it, only to repeat it again.
"Am I bothering you?" He asks, he raises his eyebrows and makes a gesture with his hands.
"Yes, so why don't you-" Lydia starts but she's cut off.
"Guys! Some of us are trying to study here!" Scott exclaims, hitting a hand on the table. Lydia's eyes tear away from Stiles and she releases a long breath as she tries to get back to her work but to no avail.
Her thoughts are so tangled and the reason why is sitting a metre away from her. It infuriates her, makes her flustered with anger.
She decides she's had enough and in one easy motion swipes all of her belongings into her arms and swings her bag over her shoulder and stomps off, her thick hair swinging to the sides.
Lydia doesn't know exactly where shes going, all she knows is the sooner she gets away from Stiles the better. She heads to the doors that will lead to the air conditioned corridor, whilst doing so she manages to shove everything in her bag as she continues to march off. Does she want Stiles to follow her? Her heart does, yes. Her mind, no.
She opens the two doors that lead into her school with a big push, her heels begin click-clacking on the hard flooring. She feels herself tear-up although she doesn't know why. Because shes walking away from Stiles? Hormones? She does her best to blink them away.
"Lydia!" Her steps almost falter when she hears her name in his voice, but she continues to walk lifting her head even higher.
"Lydia, just stop!" Stiles yells. She hears desperation in his voice so she stops, but doesn't turn around.
He nears her and when he's close enough he reaches a hand out to touch her arm, at this she finally turns round. She looks at him, his constellation of moles, his whiskey coloured eyes, and she thinks maybe she is in love with him.
"What's your problem with me lately?" Stiles asks, his voice laced with irritation but he doesn't shout.
"You! My problem is you!" Lydia shouts, not being able to hold her anger in. She pokes his chest when she says it, maybe out of spite, maybe to emphasis her point. She's mad at him because he loves someone else. It's stupid, she realises that, but she wants Stiles to know that finally she's on the same page he was on.
"Have I done something I'm not aware of!?" He shouts back at her, spit flying from his mouth, Lydia looks into his eyes for a moment, she thinks everything over. She's going to Harvard, he's going to New York to study Criminology, they have about a month left in Beacon Hills, he isn't with Malia so is it really going to hurt if she spills her heart to him?
"You love her." She gets out, her throat suddenly goes tight with tears and she can't help but look at Stiles' expression.
He's stunned, quite clearly. His shoulders relaxed which had been tensed before and the crease in his forehead disappears.
"Don't you?" She asks, quieter now. Her eyes lock with his and she thinks she sees hate in his eyes, towards her, she could be wrong.
"You're waiting for an answer?" He asks, quiet too. Lydia's bottom lip trembles and tears swarm into her vision.
"I just got it." Lydia spoke, she felt so small. She started walking away, he wasn't in love with her any more, his heart was with Malia even if they weren't together.
His hand grabbed her arm again.
"Lyds," He began, she turned around and was closer to him than she expected, she could feel his breath tickle her skin. "It's not like that."
"Then what is it 'like' then Stiles!" Lydia shouted, she was done with his ten year plan, constantly keeping her on her toes.
"I love you!" He yelled. Lydia took a step back, shock consuming her. Her mouth fell open, he loved her? Still? Even after Stiles got with Malia?
"Wha-" She began but was cut off by Stiles' lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in, a hand going behind her neck, her hands resting on his chest. She pulled away, stunned by the action.
"Stiles, no." Lydia spoke, Stiles looked hurt and she wasn't rejecting him, she wasn't, she was just still mad at him for all he'd put her through.
"Was I never good enough?" Lydia asked, Stiles' grip tightened on her and her heart raced a little faster.
"You were the opposite." He told her, his lips brushing hers. Lydia had to draw in a deep breath to keep from passing out.
"Then how come you chose her?" Lydia asked him. She was suddenly conscious in case someone walked in and saw them, or if there was a student in a class that was about to come out. His grip loosened slightly and Lydia's hand slid a little down his chest, feeling his muscles contract beneath her.
"When did you ever choose me?" He spoke. Lydia's heart sank when she realised how true that was. When did she ever choose him? Never. She never needed to because she knew if she wanted she could come running to his arms and he'd open them and accept her without hesitation.
"I-" She starts but she doesn't know where to begin. She doesn't know if she should apologise or explain her feelings. "I wanted to. I was always so confused. After Jackson I just wanted to feel something again, hence Aiden. But he was never who I wanted, not really. Then Allison happened and.. I realised I wanted you. Then you met Malia, a crazily beautiful girl who was funny and fierce and why would you want the 5,3 red head?" Lydia queered, her eyes moving frantically around his face, lingering a beat too long on his lips.
"Lyds, I-" Stiles starts, he pauses, breathes in deeply and lets his hands travel up to cup her cheeks. "I wouldn't want anyone else but you. Sure being with Malia was okay, but I always wanted you."
Lydia was having a hard time breathing, a tear squeezed out from her eye and she couldn't quite look at Stiles. He softly rubbed a thumb over her cheek and it only felt right if she leaned in to his rough palm.
"Why didn't you ever give us a chance?" Stiles asked, his voice soft and caring. Lydia had thought this over and over. Why didn't she date him when he liked her? She knew it was because she was so scared of losing him, of not being able to ever call him her friend.
"Because I'd rather have you by my side forever than..." Lydia stopped, she bit her lip and looked into his eyes, those damn eyes she sought comfort in. Stiles raised his eyebrows at the girl, "Becoming strangers again." She finished.
Stiles stood there in silence. It's taken a long, long time for him to get Lydia to like him back but only now has he realised how complicated it really was. How he had let it spiral out of control and then he fucked it up with his feelings for Malia. Malia was great, she was, and Stiles was always sad when they broke up but he never knew if he'd miss her or the company. He thought it was always the company if truth be told. Now Lydia was giving herself to him, and neither of them could fuck it up now, not after what Lydia just said.
"You know that'll never happen." Stiles told her, Lydia looked into his eyes and tried to tell herself that this isn't what she wanted. But who was she trying to fool?
Emerald met Whiskey and just that simple blink of an eye made the world of difference. Their lips collided with each other and the world went quiet around them. He kissed her like she was sunlight and he'd been locked away for 365 days. The minute his lips brushed hers she felt the warm sensation that spread across her chest reach down into her toes. Every atom of her became connected to him. He bought his hands down to rest on her waist, his fingertips dragged on her arms making goosebumps lie in their wake. When he kisses her she thinks that this is what fireworks feels like.
"Just, promise me it won't?" Lydia asked when they break away, shes still close to him, his warmth radiates through her.
"I promise." He swore, he bought his hands up to rub her arms and she couldn't find it in herself to look away from his eyes. They were twinkling since they kissed and she bet her eyes looked the same.
"So, this is it? Me and you?" Lydia asked. She always thought their hook up would be different, a lot more romantic than the school hallway when they were both slightly sweaty from the outdoors.
"It's always been you and me." He told her, not breaking her eye contact. He pressed his lips against hers, his brow furrowed. Electricity hummed through her body, and she thought she could get used to it.
Lydia was now somewhat excited for the future. She knew things would get difficult soon when she had to leave for Harvard and he was going to New York for his college, but for now she hoped she could focus on her finals and she hoped that things wouldn't ever be bad between him and her again.