fic request: anonymous asked Story where stydia still isn't together and Lydia gets jealous over something and gets mad and tries to leave then stiles goes after her and confronts her and makes her nervous and he manages to get her to admit her feelings and happy ending :) I love your fics btw

this is a continuation of chapter 1, "where were you?", and chapter 4, "no more excuses"

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Opening the door to the McCall household, Lydia quickly stepped through the threshold, glad to be out of the cold rain but curious as to what was so important that Scott had to call a pack meeting. She shed her coat, hanging it up and walking towards the living room where she heard voices coming from. Lydia rounded the corner, everyone from the pack already situated, Scott standing opposite Stiles with Malia, Kira and Liam sitting on the couch. She glanced at Stiles briefly, still angry from their conversation outside the station a few weeks ago, before looking at Scott and immediately noticing his annoyance. "Hey guys," she said cautiously, raising a brow at Kira.

The other girl stared at her with wide eyes, silently mouthing, "Help."

Lydia turned back to the standing members of the pack, moving to stand at Scott's side, "What's going on?"

Scott inhaled a deep breath before turning to her, "I want to let Theo into the pack. At least temporarily."

"And we're trying to tell him that that is the worst idea he's ever had," Stiles cut in.

"I say we just torture him to find out if he's a bad guy," Malia added with a shrug as she rose, her arms crossed over her chest. Stiles nodded between her and Scott, agreeing to the plan.

Lydia barely managed to suppress an eye roll, desperately trying to hide the jealousy she felt when she saw how close the couple were standing next to each other. But of course they were standing next to each other because last time she checked, they were still dating. She let out a long sigh, "Obviously, we're not going to torture him."

"Fine," Stiles relented, trying to make eye contact with her as she kept avoiding his gaze. "But we can't trust him."

She scoffed, "That's what you say about everyone."

"And how many times have I been right?"

"I don't know! But maybe we should give people the benefit of the doubt, y'know, like trusting their judgement? Their character? Their ability to make their own decisions?" Lydia knew that what she was saying didn't really apply to Theo anymore, but once she looked at Stiles, she couldn't help herself. She was still so angry and confused and hurt.

He narrowed his eyes at her, opening his mouth to speak before Scott stepped in, "Okay guys, let's calm down. Back to the issue at hand. Something big is coming and I think that we'll need Theo's help. We should let him in the pack until he proves that he can't be trusted."

She took a calming breath, "For what it's worth, I haven't gotten any sort of bad feelings when it comes to him yet."

"No offense, but your 'feelings' don't really mean anything," Malia stated bluntly.

Clenching her jaw, Lydia turned her head to look at the werecoyote, trying not to let her jealousy and anger overwhelm her, "Excuse me?"

The room was silent, no one knowing what to say, before Malia continued, "Any one of us can say we have a feeling and it still wouldn't mean anything. I mean, you're so-called banshee powers have never really worked in the past. From what I hear, all you do is find people after they're already dead."

"Malia," Stiles warned.

"No, no," she directed towards him, "Let her finish, please. Take her side again." Her blood boiled as anger and hurt rushed through her veins as the one girl that had everything she wanted pointed out the problem that started her whole argument with Stiles in the first place.

"I'm not taking sides, Lydia. She just doesn't -"

"- Don't you dare defend her to me," she interrupted. "Y'know what, Stiles? You do what you gotta do, I don't care anymore. Sorta like you the past few months." She turned to Scott, "I vote Theo in, if my opinion still matters here. Y'know, since all I do is find the dead bodies." Lydia stormed out of the room, yanking her jacket off the coat rack and throwing it on as the door slammed shut. The rain immediately hit her, and she finally remembered that her mom dropped her off before going on a date - she was just going to get a ride home or stay at Scott's. Not willing to go back in there, she started in the direction of her house, which wasn't too far of a walk, arms wrapped around herself to keep warm. She was still angry as hell as she shivered, tears leaking down her cheeks and mixing with the rain.

"Lydia!" a voice called from behind her. She peered over her shoulder and groaned. Why couldn't he ever just let her leave? "Lydia! Lyds!"

"What?!" she whirled around and nearly bumped into him, not expecting him to be that close. She let out a defeated sigh at the expression on his face, eyes continuing to water and her voice wavering slightly. "What do you want from me, Stiles? Cause I'm just… I am so tired of fighting with you, okay? So just save it and go back to your precious girlfriend."

She turned her back to him in an attempt to walk away but of course, he grabbed her arm, pulling her around. He blinked the water out of his eyes so he could see her face, "Is that what this has all been about? Malia? Are you jealous of her or something?"

"No, Stiles," she growled. "You really wanna know what this is all about?"

"Yes!" his hands gestured wildly, just wanting answers from her.

"I'm in love with you!" Stiles stood frozen at her confession, shocked and confused. Lydia shut her mouth, her heart feeling so much lighter now that she'd told him. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her voice so she was no longer yelling at him, but he was still able to hear her over the rain. "I love you, Stiles, and I have for a long time. That's why it hurt so much when we lost touch. And I have been jealous of Malia." She took another breath, a few tears mixing with the rain as they streamed down her cheeks. "I've been jealous because I was too late, and now she has you and I don't. But I don't want to fight anymore. I just want you back in my life."

Stiles stared at her silently, not knowing how to respond. Lydia nodded her head solemnly, sniffling as she spun around and started walking away from him again. The sound of his voice cutting through the pouring rain caused her to pause. "Had!" Stiles yelled after her, jogging lightly as she turned until he came face-to-face with her.

"What?" she furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Malia had me. We broke up," he clarified.

Her mouth opened and closed a couple times before she shook her head, "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. Because she never really had me." He stepped even closer to her, lifting a palm to her cheek and forcing her to look up to meet his eyes. "Lydia, I've been in love with you since the third grade. And that's the one thing in my life that's never changed. I'm so sorry for how bad of a friend I've been. Can you forgive me?"

Lydia stared up at him, a soft smile finding its way on her face, "Maybe." She leaned up on her tiptoes, hand flying to the back of his neck and yanking his head down until their lips met. Chills ran through her body and not from the cold rain, but from finally being able to do what she'd been wanting to do since the first time they kissed in that locker room. Stiles banded an arm around her waist, the other threading through her wet hair, pulling her even closer and deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, Lydia pulled away in desperate need for air, keeping their foreheads together. She opened her eyes, green orbs meeting his whiskey colored eyes. "You're forgiven. As long as we can do that again."

Stiles laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her feet off the ground, connecting their lips as the rain poured down on them.