Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

The Fakes - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

Little Lydia always wondered what it felt like to reach the stars with her tiny fingers. It would burn, but she would like it. After all, she'd be touching the stars. When little Lydia wasn't little anymore, she stopped wondering. She'd learnt stars were billions of kilometres distant from her, absolutely untouchable, she could never feel how they would burn under the touch of her fingers.

Lydia admired stars. How their glow stared so beautiful down at the Earth, no matter what the circumstances were. She'd think that the stars were the most beautiful things her eyes had met. She believed stars couldn't be found in someone's eyes; like her mother would sometimes say. She believed no person had the universe in their eyes, like the writers would describe. Stars were special, the universe too. Lydia could never find a person who carries the glow the stars have showed her in their eyes. She wanted to, she always wanted to see it. Stars in someone's eyes; it seemed so beautiful, Lydia was envious of people who were able to do it.

What did that person feel like? Was their touch burning, just like stars?

Lydia didn't know, Lydia never saw it, she never felt it. And then, she was little Lydia again. She wanted to feel it. She craved for a touch of stars.

It would burn, but she would like it.

The moon was a different story. She knew the moon wouldn't burn her; instead, its endearment would make her skin gentle. Its glow would keep her safe on dark, painful nights and warm on cold, stormy weather. The hug of the moon would feel like pieces of chocolate and home.

No one could possibly be able to give her that, only the moon. Only the moon could look so breathtaking, the breathtaking she wished she could reach. Only the moon could feel so soft, the kind of soft that's calming and beautiful. Only the moon's glow could provide chocolate hugs that feel like home.

The moon couldn't be found in someone like she would hear her grandma say. Lydia wanted to find that, but she knew it didn't exist. If it did, she would never let it go. She wanted to feel the tenderness of the moon's touch.

Or its chocolate tasting hugs.

*

Four weeks ago

She passionately took his shirt off and her lips went all the way from his chest to his own lips and they shared an even more passionate kiss. She smiled into the kiss, having him wrapped up around her perfect little finger as she unbuttoned her shirt and began kissing his neck, leaving small lipstick marks all over it as it was now almost gone, wasted on kissing his lips.

The heat between them rose and she felt his hot breath on her collarbone, the pleasure inside of her taking over. Lydia didn't even know this guy's name, all she cared about was his perfect skill of kissing. Before she could unzip his jeans-

"LYDIA!"

She froze. "Mom."

*

"Which one was it, fifth, this month?! This must stop. I am tired of you letting yourself be objectified." Lydia followed her mother down stairs, ready to listen to the complains and lectures.

"I am not letting myself be objectified! I'm having fun!" she rolled her eyes, crossing her hands afterwards. She knew it wasn't the truth. It was no fun. She was in a desperate need of someone.

"Sweetie, I'm worried. You could get sick. Is this because of your father? " Natalie Martin gave her daughter a concerning look, hating whenever she brought that topic up.

Lydia looked at her in confusion, sorrow buried deep in her eyes. "No."

"It's enough with boys, don't you think? You went full extra with it. I'm thinking of only one solution."