Start of Time | Stydia

-i want to kiss your neck

this is just my headcannon about stiles, please no hate -and i can't remember the side of lydia's scar

After being caught up in so many things, the fact that Lydia was almost strangled tends to slip most people's minds. They remember that something happened to Lydia, but, two years later, most have forgotten.

Even the details slip Stiles' mind. But he will never be able to erase the fear he felt when he found out about what had happened, how his immediate reaction was to check on Lydia, to want to hug her so tightly and never let go.

Even now, Stiles forgets sometimes. He's only reminded now by chance, not by sitting and thinking about it.

It's dark, and seems late -it's only 11:04. Lydia is lying on the opposite side of the bed, curled up, and her hair is tied up. From where Stiles is laying, he can see a faint white mark on the side of her neck, more towards the back than the front.

He moves his hand resting on Lydia's hip and gently touches the scar, and she stirs almost immediately.

'Stiles?' Lydia mumbles, her shoulders rising as she sighs sleepily.

'Hmm?' Stiles' eyebrows shot up his head, and he quickly moves his hand away from the scar on Lydia's neck.

'It's fine, really.' She mutters, yawning.
Lydia turns around, the blanket lightly draped over her legs twisting as she does. Her ponytail brushes Stiles' nose, and makes him want to sneeze. She catches sight of his face and giggles sleepily. When she's lying down again, Stiles cranes his neck to try and see her scar again.

'Are you trying not so subtly to look at this?' Lydia says, a small smirk on her lips. She tilts her head, showing Stiles the white line that randomly stops and starts on the left side of her neck.

Stiles runs his hand across the scar, and Lydia presses her lips together, not letting her gaze break away from Stiles' face. Her eyes flicker over his soft lips, the moles on the side of his face, his hazel eyes. He doesn't really notice her looking at him, and Lydia thinks this is sweet, because she can see what he is really like without him thinking about it.

'Did you ever see the marks on my back?' Stiles says suddenly, and Lydia stops looking at the curve of his shoulder, her gaze going back up to his eyes, which lock on hers.

She can tell he has matured, because two years ago, he would have flushed and rambled about nonsense, which he still does sometimes. But right now, he's holding her gaze, and she can feel her insides squirming.

'No.' Lydia replies, frowning slightly. 'What marks?'

Stiles sits up quickly, and Lydia moves out of the way, because the sudden movement might push her off the bed. He tugs up the back of his shirt, and Lydia looks but she can't see anything.

'Look near my left shoulder, really carefully.' His voice isn't much above a whisper in the darkness.

Lydia sits up, and looks near Stiles' shoulder blade. As promised, there is a mark. It's so faint she wouldn't have noticed it by herself, but is definitely there. Just under the top layer of his skin is a very small pattern of purple lines like a spiders web, from when he was possessed.

'Oh, Stiles.' Lydia mutters, running her hand over the mark, then pulling Stiles' top back down.

'Both battered, aren't we?' Stiles says, and she rolls her eyes.

'Bit of an understatement there.'

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so i wrote this a while ago, bc i don't have much inspiration atm.
BUT THE CAN'T COME BACK TRAILER OMG I CAN'T HANDLE IT THEY ALL LOOKED FLAWLESS AND LYDIA AS THE SHE WOLF HELL YES.
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sorry i got a bit excited haha. anyway, can you guys also check out my new short story? it's called last a year :)