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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!

Starless Night

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 untouched.

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,” Stiles fumed.

Lydia gulped. “Please, don’t go,” begged softly.

Stiles walked to the door and opened it. “He’s my best friend,” he said, before slamming Lydia’s door behind him.

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 mumbled.

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 place.

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 breathe.”

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 time!”

“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 her lap.

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.”


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