fic request: anonymous asked Your fics are INCREDIBLE! Maybe one about prom, and this time it's Lydia telling Stiles "get up your cute little ass and dance with me" because he's nervous, and fluff and romance and they end up together and all their friends are like "About damn time!" Thank you!
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Lydia took a deep breath, smoothing away the invisible wrinkles covering her dress. She applied another layer of lipstick before smiling at herself in the hall mirror, satisfied with the way she looked. This entire year had been so overwhelming, what with starting their senior year without Allison, having to worry about grades and colleges all while trying to deal with the newest homicidal supernatural creatures to infest Beacon Hills. It hadn't been easy but here they were, still alive and getting ready to go to their senior prom, just two months shy of graduating and moving on to the next chapter in their lives.
Truthfully, thinking about the future and being in different places than the rest of the pack scared the life out of the strawberry blonde so she had chosen that tonight? Tonight was about having fun with her friends at one of their last school events together, the only other thing on her mind being her silent prayers that this dance will end better than the last one she went too.
The sound of knocking against the wood of the front door pierced through the silence of her house and Lydia turned her head, trying not to smile too wide. She quickly double checked that the pins in her hair were secure before she walked the few steps from the hanging mirror to the door, wrapping her hand around the knob and pulling it open.
After what happened with the dread doctors and the beast came to an end, things had been good for a while. Lydia had finally built up the courage to tell Stiles how she felt, especially after everything that went down with Eichen House. They had only begun officially dating for a few weeks when the ghost riders had come into town and ruined everything Lydia thought she could never lose.
The weeks following the Wild Hunt had been like torture as Lydia was the only one who could remember who Stiles was and had to actively fight against herself to keep the memories intact. Being without him and not knowing how to save him when she was the only one that could nearly destroyed her. But somehow, she got him back. The pack had finally remembered and they saved not only Stiles, but dozens of people who had been ripped away from their own lives and identities. And just in time for the home stretch of high school. After everything, Stiles and Lydia were only brought closer together and have been dating ever since.
Stiles looked up from the ground at the sound of the door opening, his jaw immediately going slack at the sight in front of him. Lydia stood in a floor length black gown, sandal stilettos making her only one or two inches shorter than him versus the normal five. The dress hugged her figure, gliding down her hips before fanning out slightly as it neared the ground. In the front, the neckline spread into a deep 'v' until reaching the band on her waist, only being accentuated by the thick sleeves that were a cross between a tank top and a t-shirt. Her hair was pinned up in an extravagant braided up do and her makeup was light, lips painted a light peach color. Once his mind actually started to work again, Stiles' eyes met hers, "Wow, Lyds… You look incredible."
"Thank you," she said almost shyly, a rare blush ghosting over her cheeks. "You don't look so bad yourself." They stood in the doorway for a few seconds, neither of them saying anything as Stiles just stared at her. Lydia grabbed her clutch and huffed a laugh, raising a brow at him, "Are we gonna go or?"
"Right, yeah," he snapped back to reality and sent her a crooked smile, shrugging a shoulder. He stuck out his arm and she smiled, closing the front door and locking it behind her before putting her keys in her bag and placing her hand in the crook of his elbow.
They drove over to Scott's house, wanting to meet up with everyone and take pictures before all heading to the school together. Scott had asked Kira, obviously, and Malia had been asked by a girl in their grade named Katie. Although none of them really knew the girl, only seeing her in passing, Malia had a few classes with her and begged her friends to give her a chance. Turned out that she was a pretty cool girl, but even if she wasn't, she was to Malia and they just wanted their friend to be happy. While Melissa and the other parents took pictures of them outside, Liam and the rest of the pack stood behind them, all grumpy about the fact that they weren't allowed to go to the dance. The seniors promised that they would all still hang out plenty of times before they headed off to college, reassuring the betas and Mason.
They finally made it to the school and Stiles parked the jeep, shutting it off before stumbling to the ground and moving around to open the passenger door for Lydia. "Mmm, deja vu," she joked as she stood and once again placed her hand in the crook of his elbow.
He smiled down at her, "Yeah, except you look even more beautiful."
"Wow, you are really turning on the charm tonight," she narrowed her eyes with a soft laugh. "Trying to get lucky?"
"Oh, I wouldn't even have to try. Let's be honest, Lydia, you can't resist me."
She threw her head back with a bubbly laugh, a refreshing sparkle in her eyes as she tilted her head towards him, "That's so true, you caught me. It's taking all of my self-control not to jump on you right now."
He shrugged a shoulder, "I know."
Chuckling again, she shook her head and let out a breath. Walking up the remainder of the stairs, they pushed open the double doors and stepped into the gym. Their eyes immediately landed on their friends amidst the white tables and hanging snowflakes, the student council having chosen the ever so original theme of "Winter Wonderland'. What felt like a few hours passed with eating and talking and laughing, the time flying by as they just… had fun. For the first time in too long, no one was trying to kill them and they finally had a second to breathe, let alone enjoy themselves like every other teenager in high school. The MC for the night announced that he was about to play the last few slow dances of the night, the police mandated midnight curfew rapidly approaching. Scott stood from his seat next to Stiles and held out a hand for Kira which she gladly accepted.
Ending their conversation, Malia and Katie left Lydia by the snack table as they too moved to the dance floor, blending in with the other dozens of couples. Looking around the gym, Lydia's eyes finally landed on Stiles' back where he sat at one of the tables. She furrowed her brows slightly as she took in his hunched shoulders and weaved her way through various people, mumbling 'excuse me' here and there. Getting to the table, she sat in Scott's vacant seat and placed a hand on his forearm, "Hey. Are you okay?"
He nodded and tilted his head towards her, a sad smile pulling up the corners of his mouth, "Allison should be here."
She sucked in a sharp breath at his words and cast her eyes downward before furrowing her brows in confusion with herself. Because for the first time in so many months, she didn't feel sad at the thought of her best friend. Of course, she still missed her and wished that the archer was here, but she could just hear Allison's voice in her ear, yelling at her for being sad when she should reminisce about the time they did have together and be happy they had it. Lydia let out a soft laugh and smiled at him, "She would've loved this. Winter was her favorite season and she hated that we don't get snow here."
"Yeah," he chuckled at the memory of Allison going on a ten-minute rant about snow at lunch one day. "I just… This is it, y'know? We're graduating in less than three months, and then what? What happens to the pack if we all end up a thousand miles apart from each other? Beacon Hills still needs saving, it needs us. All of us."
"Stiles," she grabbed his hand, squeezing his fingers in reassurance. "When I think about the future and the possibility that we might end up far away from each other, it terrifies me. But then I think about the future after college and all I see is us. I love you, more than I ever thought was possible. You are the only person that I've ever truly loved, and that's never going to change. And Beacon Hills will always have Scott to protect it. And Scott will always have us because we're a pack. We're family and that's what families do." Standing up, Lydia looked down at him and held out her hand, "So for the next four minutes, we're going to pretend that we're normal teenagers in love who just want to live in the moment, no matter what the future's gonna bring. So get up off your cute little ass and dance with me. Now."
A smile tugged at the corners of Stiles' lips as he remembered the last time someone had said those words. It happened a lot like this, only the roles were reversed. "Interesting tactic," he said, mimicking the same words she had once told him.
Lydia laughed, "Shut up and grab my hand." He didn't need to be told twice as he placed his hand in her outstretched one, allowing her to lead him to the dance floor and wrapping his arms around her waist as hers winded around his neck. "See? This isn't so bad."
"This is perfect," his voice was barely above a whisper as he gazed down at her, lost in her eyes that reminded him of the forest, brown and green and full of life. "I love you. I didn't say it earlier, but I do. And I know that whatever happens, we're gonna be okay. Because you saved me, Lydia Martin."
She shook her head and smiled softly, running her fingers through the short strands of hair at the base of his neck, "No. We saved each other."