"Sometimes there's other things that you think wouldn't be a good combination turn out to be the perfect combination." Stydia One shots.

They drive each other crazy, but maybe that's why this works. / Checks in on Lydia and Stiles on the same day each year through high school, college, and beyond. Mature content in later chapters. Lydia x Stiles.

When Stiles is reaped into the Hunger Games he finds himself with a questionable mentor, a stylist with a mysterious background, and an ally who he may or may not want more with. He thinks if he can just get through the Games, everything will be alright, but part of his team has a different idea in mind which might just destroy all that he had managed to accomplish.

After the Darach incident, Stiles Stilinski finds himself turning to Dr. Deaton for help. Delving head first into myth and magic, Stiles searches for a way to not only become more useful, but to help control the nightmares that are already threatening to undo him. With hidden enemies and past ties, not to mention Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski can only hope to survive junior year.

Stiles is funny and smart, if a little spastic. Lydia is elegant, diplomatic and intelligent. So what happens when they keep colliding with each other in a never ending set of Circles? Stiles and Lydia will form an enviable friendship. But what will they learn about each other that changes everything forever? Will they be drawn towards each other or pulled apart for good? Slight AU

Continued from Season 3... focusing on Stiles as he battles his inner demons and anxiety as he braces for the supernatural to descend upon Beacon Hills. Ties to a certain red head keep him grounded as they figure out what is going and what will happen next. Stydia!

He had thought that finally figuring out what Lydia was would put his mind at ease. However, banshee or not, he finds himself still running straight for her whenever she screams, with that same familiar fear gripping his heart.

His fingers are long—the type of fingers that a girl notices; the type of fingers that makes a girl wonder what kind of patterns they could sear into her skin. She averts her eyes and realizes that Stiles is looking at her (or rather her in his sweater) again.

Set from and after 3x12. Lydia is with Aiden, Stiles isn't sure how he feels about it and tells Scott about the kiss. This is my very first fanfiction, and English isn't my first language so please be gentle with me. And let me know if you want more chapters :) tags: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey. couples: St./L, St/Sc, I/A, Sc/A, L/Aid.

"It's just the stress", she told herself. "It's not real". But when the dark, hooded being haunting Lydia begins to threaten Stiles in order to gain her attention, it's a little harder to ignore it. (Takes place a day after the events of episode 3x06, "Motel California." Lydia's POV. Eventual Stydia.)

Lydia and Stiles have a complicated relationship. Written before al the crazy really went down. Stydia all the way. Some Scott/Allison/Isaac and Derek/Lydia.

Lydia Martin just got out of a relationship to her former high school sweetheart, but she is surprisingly excited to see what her options are. These options suddenly being ones she never expected herself to have. Eventual Stydia/Martinski. CURRENTLY ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

And Stiles felt someone suck the air out of his lungs and his words got caught in his throat. Because Lydia was standing, right here, in front of him and she had never looked this fragile. Never so close. Set in Senior Year. Fluff.

In which Stiles ignores Lydia for once in a 600 word drabble. Don't judge. It may be OOC.

stiles/lydia. "And yet you have no qualms about dragging me on a stakeout to make sure no funny business is happening with Stiles and Cora."

Lydia Martin's life is crashing down around her, her parents are divorcing over the state of her virginity, her best-friend is ignoring her because of a new boyfriend. She feels like nothing. She feels like nobody loves her, nobody cares she exists. But she is loved, even if she doesn't know it yet.