Stydia studying, but Stiles keeps getting bored and begging her to take a break and ends up winning because he brings out the notebook and her favorite food or smthn

They had gone over the same things over and over again, and Stiles was going insane.

"Okay, one more time. Lydia says reading from a huge textbook. "A covalent bond is when…"

Stiles groans and buries his head into a pillow. “Atoms share electrons.” He whines, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Right, okay, moving on." Stiles quickly sits up and takes the book from her. "Hey! Give that back!"

"No! Lyds we have been at this for hours! Can’t we just take a quick break!"

"Stiles this test is tomorrow do you want to pass or not?" Lydia looks at him sternly.

"Lydia, I’m bored out of my mind. Just a few minutes, please!" Stiles says giving her the biggest puppy dog he can manage.

Lydia rolls her eyes. “Fine, but 15 minutes, tops. You hear me Stilinski?”

Stiles smiles and gives her a kiss on the cheek. They walk down stairs to the kitchen and Lydia immediately locates the Oreos in the pantry. She then grabs a jar of peanut butter.

Stiles stares at her as she begins to dip the Oreo into the jar. “What are you doing?”

"What? I’m eating."

"Okay I know that, but, Oreos? Peanut butter?"

Lydia giggles “Have you never tried this? Oh my god Stiles its amazing!” She hands him a cookie perfectly covered with peanut butter. He hesitantly takes a bite.

He nods and takes another bite. “Not bad. Where did you come up with this?”

Lydia rolls her eyes. “The Parent Trap, duh.”

"The parent what?"

Lydia’s eyes go wide. “You’re kidding me! You’ve never seen The Parent Trap? Stiles its one of the greatest movies ever!”

 Stiles shrugs. “You know I was a Star Wars kid. Now what’s the movie about.” 

Lydia stands and takes Stiles by the hand. “No, I cant just tell you. We are watching this right now.” She takes him into her living room and sits him on the couch. She begins searching through her movie colection.

“Hey Lydia what about the-” He stops himself before he can go on. He had just gotten out of having to study all because he asked about a movie. He smiles and sits back on the couch, snickering to himself. 

Lydia finds the movie and puts it into the DVD player before going back to the couch and sitting next to Stiles, laying her head on his chest. 

"Thank god for The Parent Trap" Stiles thinks to himself as the opening credits to the movie begin to play.

Hi Livy! I have a fluffy prompt for you... Stiles and Lydia almost kissing again. And then they finally do. :)

(Okay this is a little different than the prompt but I hope you like it!)

She laid on her stomach on top of his bed and watched him as he explained why Star Wars Episode V was by far the greatest movie he had ever seen. To be honest, Lydia didn’t really care about Star Wars, at all. But she liked watching Stiles talk. She loved how he used his whole body to tell the story. She stares adoringly as he waves his hands all over the place and acts out the fight scenes by memory. 

"…and then, as Luke is about to fall to his death, Vader totally just blows your mind and tells him, "No, I am your father." Stiles goes on to act out Luke, screaming at the top of his lungs, and Lydia laughs. 

Stiles sighs as he sits down on the edge of his bed. “So yeah, It’s an amazing movie.”

Lydia giggles. “Yeah, seems like it. Maybe we could watch it together sometime?” She sits up and puts a hand on his chest. 

"Well we could go do it now. I have all the movies down stairs." He starts to get up but Lydia pulls him back down.

"Actually, I was thinking we could do something else." She says getting closer to him.

"L-Like what?" Stiles stutters. He knew exactly what was going to happen, but he had not clue it would be Star Wars that would put her in the mood. Lydia smirks and kisses his neck, making her way up to his lips. 

Stiles pulls away for a split second. “Are you sure you don’t want to go watch Star Wars?” 

Lydia narrows her eyes at him. “Shut up and kiss me Stilinski.” 

Stydia + first child?

"I don’t know, Lydia, I still think we should name him Stiles." 

She laughed. “Yeah, exactly what the world needs; another Stiles Stilinski. And anyway, it’s a girl, and we’re naming her Allison.” She rubbed her stomach gently. She could tell she was only a few days from labor, and they still hadn’t decided on a name. 

"How do you know it’s a girl? It’s a surprise, remember? Nothing’s been given away yet." Stiles pulled up Lydia’s blouse gently to reveal her bare stomach, bulging with his son- daughter- whatever. He placed his hands right on top of hers, looking up in Lydia’s eyes.

"I still like Allison." The look in Lydia’s eyes was very far away, dreamy, almost, even though Lydia was so down-to-earth.

Stiles had to agree. “Allison Stilinski is perfect,” he said, kissing her forehead. “But if it’s a boy…?”

"We’re not naming him Stiles!” she shrieked playfully as Stiles ruffled her hair and went to go make their morning coffee. He took his black, nice and simple, but Lydia liked lattes. He’d learned how to make them just for her.

"Then what will we name him?"

"I don’t know, I kind of like…Atticus. You know, after Atticus Finch? To Kill A Mockingbird?" 

"I didn’t pay attention in math," he said absentmindedly. "And anyway, that’s awful." 

"What about Isaac?"

"I never liked that guy," Stiles replied. "And anyway, we’ve got to stop naming our baby after other people. Shouldn’t the kid have a name of its own?"

Lydia smiled, and Stiles saw how it was filled with light. “You’re the one who wanted to name him after yourself,” she joked, easing herself off the couch and walked toward the kitchen to stand behind him. She loved the smell of coffee- and, even more importantly, she loved the smell of coffee mixed with Stiles’s cologne. “We can go with an S name, if you want. Kind of a tribute to you,” she ammended. Stiles recognized the thinking face she always put on when making difficult decisions. “What about Simon? It means listener, and that’s always a good thing for a person to be.” She paused, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Or maybe Sebastian? That sounds kind of royal.”

"I like Simon," Stiles said after a moment. "I really like it." 

"So, Simon it is," she said, kissing him on the cheek. The only way she could even reach was due to her heels. Stiles gave her enormous credit for wearing heels during the third stage of her pregnancy. A+.

"And Allison if it’s a gir-" Her words cut off midsentence. Stiles backed away from the coffee pot. 

"Lydia? Lydia, is it time?" She nodded, and his hands started moving faster than he would have though possible, grabbing the keys and helping her to the Jeep. Miracle it still ran. 

—

"He’s beautiful," Lydia said. Even though she looked horrible, Stiles thought she looked more wonderful than he’d ever seen her. She cradeled Simon in her arms, gazing lovingly down at him. It was the softest expression she’d ever had. "Do you want to hold him?" Stiles nodded, completely unable to speak. He bent down and took his son in his arms, marveling at how perfect he was. There would never be a single thing wrong that this kid could ever do. Lydia was gazing up at Stiles, wonderstruck. 

"He has your nose," she said. 

"And he has your beautiful green eyes."

"And my tragically red hair," she whispers, smiling.

"It’s strawberry blonde," Stiles replied immediately. "And it’s my favorite hair color in the whole world and I could not love you more."

can you do a fic where Lydia is drinking, but hiding, and stiles see she doing it and confronts her. and I love your blog

I can write that! So much sad stuff for my girl Lydia. Stiles will make it better though ;) 

Just a warning, there is alcohol consumption/abuse in this story. Skip over if it’s triggering or not your thing. 

And thanks anon! Here’s your story…

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