#stydia drabble

[adasttrawrites]

Start of Time

He sinks to his knees in front of the girl he’s loved since he was a kid.

I did a little something different and wrote a Stydia drabble for my friend @crookshankscrew. They were my other favourite ship through high school (and the only ship of mine to ever sail). I hope you enjoy!

You can read it HERE

[bcnedrah]

From a Mother’s Perspective

Natalie Martin let her head fall back with a groan against the headrest as she pulled into her driveway and spotted the battered blue Jeep.

“It’s summer. They’ve graduated. There’s nothing supernatural happening. Lydia is going to MIT. She’s dating Stiles. That’s why his Jeep is here. There’s nothing supernatural happening.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose as she repeated her mantra mentally, Natalie sighed and gathered her briefcase of paperwork - a principal’s job was never done after the school bell rang to signal summer had started - and a couple of plastic bags with groceries.

Making her way into the house, she had to pause at the teenagers in the living room. Partly in relief at the normality of Lydia and Stiles having drifted off for nap while The Notebook dvd menu played on the TV and partly because she had never seen her daughter this unguarded for a long, long time. Lydia and Stiles were stretched out on the couch, Stiles on his back while Lydia lay on her side in between Stiles and the back of the couch, her cheek resting on his chest and her hair braided into a loose fishtail over her shoulder. But what really surprised Natalie was the fact that Lydia was wearing Stiles’s BHHS Lacrosse jersey and her bare feet and leggings poked out of the throw blanket that Stiles had draped over her.

Either the sound of the door opening or a small gasp from Natalie caused Stiles to wake up with a stretch, the sleepy smile on his face was just on this side of dopey as he registered Lydia asleep on his chest, cuddling her a little bit closer. When he noticed Natalie, he gave her an awkward, jerky one arm wave in greeting.

“Hey, Ms. M!” Stiles greeted brightly, but with his voice lowered as not to wake Lydia.

Natalie gave a terse nod in reply, lifting the bags in her hands as explanation before she disappeared down the hall. As she took produce out of the bags almost mechanically and placed them on the kitchen counter, she tuned in a sharp ear developed from years of maternal instinct to the sleepy murmur coming from Lydia and the deeper reply from Stiles.

A few moments later, Lydia shuffled into the kitchen followed by Stiles, stopping to give her mom a hug on the way to the coffee pot. Stiles sat at the kitchen counter, rubbing at the back of his neck nervously about how he should proceed next.

“So Stiles,” Natalie asked as she put groceries away in the fridge, “will you be staying for dinner?”

[rosedavid]

Awkward Reunions

                After the news about an awkward Stydia reunion, here’s my take on how I want it to go down.

     Jackson knocks impatiently at the Martin's doorstep. McCall told him to gather Stilinski and Lydia, who were at Lydia's house. Apparently, the two had formed some sort of a friendship since Jackson had left Beacon Hills, and now they were catching up after Stilinski returned. At this, Jackson had to snort in disbelief. Lydia hardly even glanced at Stilinski when Jackson was still around. It was extremely hard to believe that they had formed a close bond since then. He remembered his days with Lydia, when the two of them ruled the top of the school chain. Before he became involved in McCall's messed up universe full of supernatural shit.

               Finally, Mrs. Martin opens the door. She looks aged since he saw her. Her lips are pressed into a tight line, as if she's neither pleased nor displeased to see him. He can see the resentment in her eyes though, her disaproval from his time dating her daughter. He grins cheekily at her.

               "Mc—Scott sent me to get Stiles and Lydia," Jackson declares.

               Mrs. Martin opens her mouth, but then closes it. She smiles slightly, opening the door wider to invite him inside. "They're just up in Lydia's room." She makes the assumption that Jackson remembers where her room is. Of course he does.

               He drops his jacket on the floor by the doorway and climbs the staircase, heading on the familiar pathway to Lydia's room. Man, the memories there were crazy. It brought him back to thinking about his life in high school even more, his childhood before the supernatural interfered with his life. The door is cracked partially open, so Jackson doesn't bother knocking; instead, he just barges right in, expecting to see Stilinski standing awkwardly by Lydia while she lounges on her bed.

               But what Jackson actually sees makes his jaw drop. Not only are the two of them on Lydia's bed together, but their lips are smashing together, hands darting all over each other. Lydia’s shirt is half off, one hand inching down Stilinski’s pants. Jackson continues to gape, eyes wide. Lydia and Stilinski? Dating? His presence in the room is announced when he accidently trips over a bag on the ground in his stupor. The two reluctantly pull apart. Now, they're staring at him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

               "Jackson?" Lydia is the first to break the ice. "What are you doing here?"

               Stilinski wrinkles his nose, turning toward Lydia again. "Jackson's back? Since when is Jackson back?"

               "Scott...wanted me to get you two for some sort of supernatural junk. So you guys are...?"

               Stilinski flashes him a bold smile, eyes twinkling darkly, "Yup."

               "For how long?"

               "Since senior year." Which, now was about two years prior.

               Well, shit.

               Lydia stands up, straightening her clothes from their wrinkled state, rolling her eyes at the two boys. "Oh please, I'm not a prize boys, get over yourselves. We're not in high school anymore."

               From his spot on the bed, Stilinski mutters, "Oh thank god for that." Finally, he pushes himself up, not bothering to fix his obvious sex hair or rumpled clothes. When Stilinski catches his eye, he knows that it's on purpose, just to annoy him.

               "Let's go, then. Better not keep Scotty waiting," Stilinski sighs, kissing Lydia on the cheek. Jackson, of course, is still reeling from the uncomfortable situation. Stilinski seems to be almost pleased with himself, and Lydia, well she seems sort of indifferent.

               When they arrive to meet Scott and the rest of the pack, it's obvious what had happened. And Scott fucking McCall just smiles and winks.

[peterparkerjones]

Lydia is goes through Stiles withdrawls as she goes through the school day when he's home sick.

yesssss i live for this

(and omg you sent me this forever ago and i just got around to finishing it also it got kinda long so if you wanna read more its under the break <3)

“Lydia you gotta stop calling him.” Scott says for the sixth time that day. 

“He’s all alone Scott, what if he needs me?” She replies, phone pressed to her ear.

Scott takes the phone out of her hand and hangs up. “If he needs you he’ll call you himself. Anyway Lyds, it’s just a cold, he’s gonna be fine. Just let him rest.”

Lydia sighs. “Okay, okay. I just…miss him.” 

“I know, but hey just three more hours, okay?” 

Lydia gives him a small smile and nods. “Good, now help me with this Chemistry homework so I don’t fail?” Scott asks, knowing it will cheer her up.

“You know me too well Scott McCall.” 

But Chemistry can only keep a girl happy for so long, as an hour later she was thinking about Stiles again. “Do you think he’s hungry? Scott what if he’s hungry? Who’s going to bring him food?”

“Lydia calm down. My mom’s bringing him soup during her lunch break.”

She nods anxiously. “Okay good. Just…just making sure.”

“Hey why don’t you eat a little more, I’m kinda worried about you.” Scott says, his eyes looking down at her half eaten lunch. 

“I’m not the one you should be worried about!” Lydia argues. 

“How can I not worry about you? I’ve seen Stiles sick, okay? He’s whiny, gross, and kind of a piece of shit. I understand that you’re anxious, okay? I remember once when Allison got the flu and I was freaked out too. It sucks to know someone you love is hurting but you gotta breathe. Besides you’re kinda scarry when you’re anxious. 

“I’m…scary when I’m anxious? Do you think Stiles thinks I’m scary when I’m anxious?”

Scott just sighs and continues eating his lunch. He loves this girl but she was way past help at this point.

Could this stupid clock move any slower? Lydia was getting more and more impatient by the second. 

Ten minutes. Ten minutes until she was out of this classroom and with her Stiles. Okay fifteen minutes if you counted her having to go to her locker for her books. Wait, no, twenty five minutes if you counted the drive to his house. Yeah, twenty five minuets, that sounds about right. 

Lydia looks up at the clock again. Only thirty seconds had passed? 

Ridiculous.

She lays her head down on her desk and begins to doodle Stiles in her notebook. Starting with his spiky hair that always looks like it’s covered in hair gel but is so extremely soft, then sketching his precious little button nose. Next she draws his lips, which are by far her favorite part of his body. She finishes drawing his neck and the moves onto his eyes. God, she loved his eyes so much. She can’t even explain how beautiful they are. They way they seem to sparkle when the sun hits them in just the right spot, or how they’re the color of caramel. And don’t even get her started on his-

The bell rings.

Scott doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone leave class so fast.

She feels immediate stress relief when she pulls into the Stilinski’s driveway. The jeep is the only car there so Lydia wastes no time in barging in the front door and making her way up to Stiles’ room. 

Of course he’s sound asleep when she gets there, and Lydia can’t help but smile when she sees him. Sure his hair is sticking up in all directions, and his super pale complexion and feverish red cheeks are slightly worrying, but just seeing him puts a smile on her face. 

She slips off her shoes and climbs in his bed, doing her best to be careful so she doesn’t wake him. She doesn’t even worry about the idea of getting sick as she snuggles up next to him. 

“You’re crazy.” A sleepy voice comes from next to her. “You’re so gonna get sick.”

“Don’t even care.” Lydia hums as she scoots closer to her boyfriend. “You’re so warm.”

“Yeah well…that’s the fever.” He replies with a tired laugh. 

“You feeling any better?”

“Now that you’re here, I feel amazing.”

“Really?”

“No…everything hurts. But you definitely make it better.” 

“Well good because thats my job. Now tell me how I can make you feel better. A movie, back rub, maybe tea?”

Stiles just wraps his arms around Lydia and buries his face in her neck. “I got everything I need right here.”

Lydia smiles and gives him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“Also Star Wars is downloaded on my computer so…”

[mieczyslyds]

Lips. Skin. Heartbeats. Sheets.

“And what if…”, whispers Stiles, his mouth brushing her own. “And what if for every kiss I give you, you can give me some of your pain in return?”

She smiles and nods.

Lips. Kiss. Break. Breathe. Lips. Kiss. Break. Breathe.

He pecks her and she feels more weightless. She’s wrapped up in his arms and it’s like she can fly again.

Neck. Kiss. Break. Breathe. Neck. Kiss. Break. Breathe.

They’re tangled in his bed, golden in the afternoon sunlight. Her hair catches fire, like a halo around her head, and there’s whiskey in his eyes, making her drunk and dizzy and light and everything.

Shoulder. Kiss. Break. Breathe. Shoulder. Kiss. Break. Breathe.

His fingers play with the hem of her shirt, so she raises her arms, making it easier for him to undress her. The fabric goes up and up, revealing milk-white skin, framed in black lace and faded lines on her sides.

Chest. Kiss. Break. Breathe. Chest. Kiss. Break. Breathe.

He takes, takes, takes, picking up all the burden piece by piece. And he seems happy to be playing the thief. So she lets him.

Scar. Kiss. Break. Breathe. Scar. Kiss. Break. Breathe.

His lips burn, drinking in all the pain hidden in her marks. She’s not flawless, but so is he and that’s okay.

Hip. Kiss. Break. Breathe. Hip. Kiss. Break. Breathe.

“I can kiss it and make it better”, he says quietly and she doesn’t laugh, because she believes him. He can make it better. He already does.

Thigh. Kiss. Break. Breathe. Thigh. Kiss. Break. Breathe.

And there is a warmth between her legs and his hair is wild, every strand sticking in a different direction, like there’s a storm on his scalp and it’s the prettiest fucking thing she’s ever seen.

Lips. Skin. Heartbeats. Sheets.

He hovers over her, her boy, her own shelter, and makes promises. “I can make it go away”, he murmurs, rubbing the vow into her body with his mouth.

Kiss. Breathe. Kiss. Breathe.

He makes her feel like she’s floating.

Kiss. Break. Moan. Breathe.

So she believes him.

[impvlsivee]

Stydia Drabble!

For @stydiadetectives bc she's an angel and I'll write anything for her (: Lydia had just come home from a really long day. The kind of day that has her pouring a little extra wine into her glass. It's 8:30pm on a Wednesday night, and she's been in the lab since 5 this morning. All she wants to do is take off her heels, drink her wine, and watch old episodes of Mythbusters (critiquing is a guilty pleasure of hers). So she starts doing just that. She's got her wine in one hand, and her heels in the other. The stairs are a challenge, she's that fucking tired. But she eventually does reach the safe haven of her bedroom. She flips on the light and; "Why are you naked in my bed, Stiles?" She asks, calmly because really, he's done stranger things. "Welcome back," he tries for suave and fails, his eyebrows going up and down in the way he thinks is sexy, but really just makes him look like a goon. "Stiles, we said no more suave voice. You can't do the suave voice," Lydia says. She starts moving around the room, taking her sweater off and setting her shoes down. "Fine. But! I thought that you know, since we haven't seen each other much, maybe you'd wanna...?" He trails off. She rolls her eyes, she's so tired. "Stiles put your clothes on." He takes a good look at her, determining whether it's worth pushing. He must decide it is because he says, "Nah I'm good like this," he shrugs. She wants be to irritated, she really does, but she can't be because despite his inability to be suave, the boy is built, and it's making her hot. It's like he can read that on her, which he probably can. "Clothes, Stiles," she tries again. "That's gonna be a no from me," he says again, throwing a smirk in her direction. Damn him. "Stiles put some clothes on or I swear to god I'll-" "What? Come over here and make me? Cause that's dangerous Lyd. If I get my hands on you.." again he trails off. "Come on, Lyd, come over here and make me," and this time the suave voice goes straight to the point between her legs where she can feel the familiar burning that comes with desire. She knows that he knows that this is what she needs. Some human contact and some serious fucking stress release. "If I come over there, you're doing all the work," she states. "Deal," he affirms. She walks over to the bed, stripping her skirt as she goes, and once she reaches it, she falls into him. He does do all the work, but she definitely gives and good as she gets. And afterwards, she drinks her wine, and watches Mythubusters. They critique together, curled around each other. Two weeks later Stiles comes home, heads up to his room after a long day, opens the door and; "Lydia. Why are you naked in my bed? And would it be cool if you stayed there indefinitely?"

[stydiawritings]

“She’s Gone”

“She’s gone,” he said softly in the middle of the night. It was two in the morning, and Lydia had felt him stirring all night. She had tried to go back to sleep in hopes he’d shake it off, but after twenty minutes, she gave in and sat up. Hearing him speak, her eyebrows furrowed together as she watched her husband fight with his thoughts. “Stiles, what are you talking about?” She asked him carefully, steadily, not sure what to expect from him.

“My mom, I just.... Every year I have this dream, that feels so so real but every time I wake up and just get upset again. It’s her, she feels like she’s right here next to me, then I reach out to touch her and I wake up.” Stiles explained, his eyes studying the comforter below him that he tangled up into a ball due to his stirring.

Lydia sighed at this. She knew he always had a hard time coping with the death of his mother, but lately, it had become so bad she didn’t know how to help anymore. “Stiles, are you still taking your medication?” Lydia asked him softly. He had been prescribed anti-depressants three months ago, and she always noticed how he never seemed to pick up the bottles from the pharmacy, but she didn’t want him to feel like she was pressuring him.

“Stiles, I don’t want you thinking that you have a problem and that you’re going to be dependent on this medication. You aren’t, but you aren’t in a place right now where you can afford to not take it. You need your sanity back, I know these past few months have been hard for you, but I don’t have another way to help you anymo-” The redhead cut herself off as she watched a vision in the corner of their bedroom move. Standing up without explaining to him what she saw, Lydia walked towards the corner as the body approached her.

“Why have I never seen you before?” She questioned, looking the figure up and down. “I didn’t want him to know.” The woman answered, looking down at Lydia with weak eyes. “I’ve been sending him those dreams, hoping one day he’d wake up and realize I’ve always been here. But, he never has.” The woman’s tone is gentle and calm, but you could hear the hurting behind her words. 

“Lydia, who are you talking to?” Stiles questioned as he too began to get up from the bed.

“Your mother. She’s here. That’s why you’ve been having these dreams. She didn’t mean to drive you crazy, she just hoped one day you could see her.” Lydia explained, turning to meet her husband’s gaze. “I wish you could see what I see.” 

[ameliarosetalks]

"I vote today be a pajama day." - Stydia please!!!! <3

This one is going to be cute! Stydia are one of my main OTPs at the moment!

They had both had a rough couple of weeks at school. Summer break was fast approaching and with that came end of term exams and essay hand-ins that would determine the positions they would both be in, in the following year of their college lives. It had been a couple of months since they had seen each other, which in itself was a massive downer for both of them, but it had got to the point where late night phone calls and skype sessions just weren’t enough anymore. Lydia had decided that she needed to fly to DC to see Stiles, so that is exactly what she did. 

“I vote today be a pajama day.”  Was the first thing that Stiles had said to the redhead after their lips had unattached from each other. 

“You’re still in your pajamas, Stiles.” Lydia pointed out, her arms clinging to his shoulders, his entwined around her waist, neither one willing to let go of the other quite yet. Her smile was wide and bright and Stiles couldn’t help but lean down once more and cover her mouth with his. 

“I know. Now get your cute but inside and change into your pjs so we can sit on the couch, watch netflix and make out until our lips are numb.” Stiles was grinning like a fool, and Lydia rolled her eyes. Untangling herself from her boyfriend she moved around him into the small lounge room of his apartment. 

“Did you tidy up in here?” She looked over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow as she walked the familiar route to his bedroom, carrying her small overnight bag in her hand. Stiles followed her closely into his room, his hand coming to rest at the back of his neck. 

“Uh, maybe a little.” He shrugged, slightly blushing. “It was getting a bit gross, haven’t been paying all that much attention to hygiene standards as of late, been too focused on assignments and trying to eat something nutritious, and not worrying too much about the guys back home surviving without us, and, you know…” Stiles trailed off, looking up to notice that Lydia had started to undress in order to change into her sleep wear. Lydia looked up and smirked at him, reveling in the fact that she was pretty much the only person that could render Stiles Stilinski speechless. 

Slipping into a pair of cotton shorts and one of Stiles’ old shirts, Lydia said “C’mon Mischief, lets get our Netflix and Chill on.” She said, a glint in her eyes as she walked past him and flopped down onto the battered yet comfortable couch, pulling the blanket over her that Stiles had probably been wrapped up in earlier. Stiles followed quickly, situating himself beside her, a small glare on his features. 

“I told you to stop calling me that, it’s embarrassing.” He mumbled a little, making himself comfortable on the couch and throwing his arm around Lydia’s shoulder. 

“But it’s so cute.” Lydia almost squealed. “Just the image of toddler Mieczyslaw, running around in your little Batman outfit and introducing yourself as Mischief to all of your friends.” Her hands came to rest on both of his cheeks and she squeezed her hands together slightly in order to push his cheeks together. “It’s just to cutest thing ever!” He rolled his eyes as she lent forward to place a kiss to his lips, despite everything, he still kissed her back, would always kiss her back, always. 

“Let’s just watch something and you can make it up to me with that mouth of yours, Lyds.” He waggled his eyebrows comically, causing her to laugh again and he couldn’t help but laugh along with her. 

“I’m sure I can manage something.” She smirked, settling back in beside him and picking up the remote to find something to play in the background of what would no doubt be a very heated make-out session. 

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