The Different Shades of You and Me: Starless Night
Fic Request: Lydia has been aware of her feelings for Stiles for a
while now. She’s trying to hide them but each interaction with Stiles only
makes them stronger until Stiles gets injured during a supernatural showdown
her feelings finally come tumbling out.
A/N: Hello everyone, I’m back with another story to give you the feels. It’s been a while so if yo haven’t already, go check out the other stories in this series there (x) Enjoy!
It was three o'clock in the morning, and Lydia felt like she
couldn’t blink. She sat on Stiles’ bed with her knees up and under her chin.
The covers were fixed neat and taut under her and his pillows were fluffed and
After their argument earlier in the day, Stiles decided against
Lydia’s wishes and accompanied Scott on a trip to stop yet another supernatural
threat. Scott made it clear to the pack that it was something he had to do
alone, but Stiles refused to comply.
“Lydia, Scott is my brother, I’m not
letting him go on a suicide mission alone. I have to help him,” Stiles
shouted at Lydia across her bedroom.
Lydia stomped on her carpet with her bare
feet. “Then I’m going with you.”
“No you’re not. You’re going stay here
where I know you’re safe.”
“You don’t get it, do you? You are human,
Stiles! You don’t have healing powers, or superhuman strength. What if
you get hurt?”
“No, you aren’t listening. If you
keep on insisting you come with me, I’m not going anywhere. Lydia if you keep
me from leaving, and Scott dies out there, I will never forgive you,”
Lydia gulped. “Please, don’t go,”
Stiles walked to the door and opened it.
“He’s my best friend,” he said, before slamming Lydia’s door behind
Now Lydia was curled up on Stiles’ bed, twirling strands of her
own hair between her fingers. She breathed in his scent that filled the room as
she fought her drooping eyelids. She was numb and still when she heard a knock
on the door.
“I’m sorry, Sheriff” she sniffled. “I’ll show myself
out,” Lydia sat up on the bed and turned her head to the door.
Standing there, blood on his cheeks and his clothes was none
other than Stiles himself. His blue hoodie was zipped up and his hands were in
his pockets. Lydia’s heart began to pound in her chest. “Hi,” he
Lydia closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. Her breaths
faltered as she breathed in and out. Stiles closed the door behind him and
walked over to Lydia slowly, making the floor creak under his feet. When he placed
his hand on her shoulder, she jerked away from him. “Stiles, don’t.”
Stiles gaze dropped to the floor as he turned and made his way
into his bathroom. He entered and shut the door, causing Lydia to shudder in her
She didn’t believe it. With all of her being, she thought he was
dead. As she sat in his bedroom alone, Lydia was coming to terms with the fact
that she may never see the boy that she loved ever again. But when he entered
the room, she was so relieved, but so angry at the same time.
From the other side of the door, Lydia could hear the water
running in the sink. She frowned and stood from her place on the bed, taking
angry strides toward the bathroom. Lydia wrapped her hand around the metal knob
and swung the door open.
Stiles was leaning against the sink with a wet towel in his
hand. His hair was dripping wet, and his face was clean. The hoodie he wore
before was now on the floor and in the sink was a white t-shirt stained with
his blood. Lydia stared in horror as her eyes landed on the huge gash across
Stiles’ torso. “What the–”
“Lydia, I’m fine, alright? Deaton patched it up at the
clinic, I just need to–” He sucked in a sharp breath as he wiped away dry
blood from the wound. “I just need to clean it.”
“I knew you shouldn’t have gone. I told you not to
go!” Lydia shouted.
Stiles placed the wash cloth in the sink and began to wrap the
bandages around his abdomen again. “Lyds, don’t worry about it. This is my
punishment for having a werewolf best friend I guess,” he laughed as he
secured the end of the bandage by his waist.
Lydia’s eyes widened. “Is this just a joke to you? You
could have died, Stiles!”
Stiles rolled his eyes and pushed past her and back into his
bedroom. He made his way to his dresser and shuffled through the drawers for a
clean shirt. Once he wrapped his hand around one, he turned to face the girl in
the door frame of his bathroom. “Just because I don’t have supernatural
powers doesn’t mean I should sit back and watch. Scott needed me.” He
threw the shirt over his head and pulled it on top of his bandages.
“What about me Stiles? Did it ever cross your mind to think
about how I felt?”
“I know how you felt,” he muttered, undoing the buckle
of his belt.
“I don’t think you do. Stiles,” Lydia yelled, walking
closer to him. She whispered, “When you left, it felt like I couldn’t
Stiles stared at the girl. Lydia searched his face for any kind
of emotion, but when one began to form, it was one filled with anger. He placed
his hands on the drawers slammed them shut, causing the objects resting on the
top shelf to shake. Lydia jumped back.
“I was the one out there, face to face with death.
Me,” he was almost yelling now. “You go out and fight all the
“I have powers Stiles! You’re—”
“Useless?” he threw his arms up in the air, spinning
around to face his door.
“Human!” she shouted back. “I don’t do it for fun
Stiles! I do it to protect you, because I love you, you asshole!”
Tears spilled from Lydia’s eyes and rolled down her cheek. She
quickly wiped them away, but her eyes were already red and her lips trembling.
“You heard what I said, I’m not going to say it again,” she
muttered, dragging her feet back to sit on his bed. She sat with her hands in
Stiles’ heart was racing fast, and his face wore an apologetic
expression. He slowly lowered himself down next to her as she sniffled quietly.
The boy reached and wrapped his large hand over her small ones. “You know
I love you, I have for as long as I can remember,” he chuckled, trying to
get her to smile.
Lydia broke their hands and lied down on her side, clutching one
of his pillows under her head. “That’s what scares me the most,” she
said. “What kind of life can we have if both of us are constantly putting
ourselves in danger for the sake of the other?”
Stiles crawled up next to the girl, allowing her to rest her
head on his chest. He noticed his body was getting sore, and the numbing agent
on his abdomen was wearing off. A wince of pain escaped his lips as he moved,
catching Lydia’s attention. She immediately realized what was happening, and
she moved away from him abruptly. “It’s okay, come here,” he
beckoned. Lydia then rested her head on his shoulder, and she felt the crook of
his neck was made especially for her.
The pair lied with their legs side by side, and hands
intertwined under a beam of moonlight on the
starless night. Lydia stared blankly into the darkness of the room that
began to envelope them. “What are we going to
do,” she mumbled into the fabric of Stiles’ t-shirt.
Stiles took a deep breath and laid this head back onto the headboard of
his bed. He closed his eyes and squeezed Lydia’s hand firmly. “We’ll
figure it out tomorrow.”