fic request: anonymous asked Stiles and Lydia grow closer towards the end of senior year, everybody is waiting for them to get together but they are both too stubborn and obvious. They fight about something stupid and continue to banter, until their friends lock them in a classroom to make them talk because they can't take it anymore. Finally they express their feelings (maybe screaming and calling the other idiot or something). That would be AWSEOME! Thank you!
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Lydia slammed her locker shut with a huff. "Can you believe that?" she complained to Kira, who was leaning against the locker beside her.
Kira shrugged as they started walking to the lunchroom where their friends were waiting for them. "I guess I just don't see what the big deal is."
"The big deal?" she scoffed and raised her brows at the other girl, "The big deal is that Stiles thinks that he is always right about everything."
She hesitated a moment before speaking, keeping her eyes cast at anything other than Lydia, "Yeah, but so do you."
"Yes because I amalways right," she said simply as they pushed through the double doors causing the kitsune to laugh, shaking her head.
"What's so funny?" Scott asked with a smile when the girls got to their table. Kira immediately migrated to the empty seat across from Malia between Scott and Stiles, Lydia sitting directly across from the latter of the two boys.
"I was just telling Kira that Stiles," she darted her eyes towards him, "thinks that vampires exist."
"Werewolves exist, is it so crazy to think that the next villain we fight is afraid of garlic?"
She scoffed, "Yes."
"They could exist," he insisted, hands gesturing wildly.
"Oh my god," she groaned. "Stiles, we've been over this! Vampires are not in the beastiary!"
"So? That doesn't mean anything."
"It meansthat they don't exist."
That argument lasted the entire lunch period, both of them firing facts back and forth at each other. Finally, Scott - and the entire pack, really - grew tired of them. It was a pretty well-known fact that Stiles and Lydia had become close friends, even closer since they'd gotten her out of Eichen House. At this point, everyone had just been patiently waiting for them to walk into school one day with their hands clasped together. Seeing them kissing in the hallway would be better than having to listen to another one of their 'spirited discussions', as Lydia called them, that were always charged with some weird sexual tension bouncing between them.
The two of them continued to fight when Scott finally reached his limit. Stopping in the hallway as they made their way to the library for their free period, he grabbed his two friends by the wrists and started to drag them away from the rest of the group. Stiles and Lydia moved with him, brows furrowed in confusion when the alpha found an empty classroom and shoved them inside.
"What the hell, dude?" Stiles asked, moving towards the door to leave.
Scott held up a hand, "I'm sorry guys, but for the sake of the pack's sanity, you need this." Without another word, he used his strength to bend the handle out of place before closing the door, separating himself and the pair while simultaneously locking them inside.
Running to the door and looking at their supposed friend through the window, Lydia slapped her hand against the wood as Stiles tried tirelessly to turn the damaged handle. "Open this door Scott McCall or you will not like what comes next!"
Scott shook his head at the banshee and spoke, his voice slightly muffled through the glass, "I'm sorry, but we are all sick and tired of you guys fighting all the time! It has some weird sexual tension going on. We all know how you guys feel about each other, so you can come out once you've talked to each otherabout your feelings. So talk! Or kiss, I don't care! Just do something!"
"Seriously, I'm gonna kill you," she threatened through clenched teeth, angry at Scott for using what she had told him one night against her, going as far as to reveal to Stiles something he promised to never repeat.
Scott shrugged with a slightly apologetic look, "I'm sorry it had to come to this. When I'm satisfied with what I'm hearing, then I'll let you out."
They both watched incredulously as he walked away through the now empty hallway, body getting smaller and smaller before disappearing around a corner. "Scott!" Stiles yelled, twisting and pulling at the handle.
"Pulling it harder isn't gonna make it open, genius," Lydia said from her new position sitting on top of a desk, legs crossed and eyes examining her nails.
He narrowed his eyes at her over his shoulder, "Sorry that I'm trying to get us out of here."
"Whatever. Eventually someone will walk by and see us and let us out."
"Or," he shrugged sarcastically, "Maybe we can work together to try and find another way out."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Or maybe we can wait for a vampire to send his bat through the vents and free us."
He groaned, "Why can't you just admit that you're wrong, that it is possible that there are supernatural creatures out there that aren't in the beastiary?"
"Because I'm never wrong." Stiles shook his head at her and without a word, he gave up trying to turn the misshapen handle, moving to sit in the nearest desk. His leg bounced as he kept his eyes on the clock, wondering how the past seventy-five seconds had felt like hours. After a few minutes, Lydia rolled her eyes with a groan, tilting her head to look at him, "God, must you always be moving? Stop bouncing your leg!"
His body stilling, he narrowed his eyes at her, "Must you always be so controlling?"
"I," she scoffed, bringing a hand to her chest to indicate herself, "am not controlling."
Stiles chuckled, "You are the queen of control, Lyds."
Groaning again, she closed her eyes and placed a hand over her forehead, "Don't call me that."
"Oh I'm sorry, would that be you trying to controlwhat I say?"
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"I'm the idiot?" his brows shot up as he sent her an incredulous look. "I'm the one who is always right about the villain!"
"No, Stiles. You and Iare always right about the villain, we're the ones who solve everything!"
"Right, so I don't understand why you can't just acknowledge that I could be right about vampires!"
She ran her fingers through her hair, "This isn't Twilight, Stiles! They aren't real!"
"How would you know that?" he yelled, "Since when are you the expert on all things supernatural?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I'm actually a supernatural being and you're not?"
"Wow," Stiles scoffed before standing up and reaching the door in three large steps, trying relentlessly to turn the handle. "We need to get out of here right now before we both say something we'll regret."
"Well, we're never gonna get out of here until we admit we have feelings for each other!" Lydia blurted out before she could stop herself, and they both froze where they stood. He turned around slowly to face her, a few feet remaining between them. She stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing several times but no words came out, prompting her to slam her lips shut.
Stiles swallowed, meeting her eyes, "We have feelings for each other?"
"I," she hesitated, "I mean, I don't know… Do we? Do you? Still?"
"Lydia," he started, bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous tick he's had for years.
She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth before plastering a fake smile on her face, "Y'know what? Forget I asked that. Of course you don't, that was like, forever ago and you dated Malia and just… Forget I said anything."
"No, Lydia, that's not," he stopped himself, shaking his head as he tried to think of the right words to say, thinking extra hard considering he always said the wrong thing, especially when the strawberry blonde was standing in front of him looking as gorgeous as she always did. "That's not what I meant. Lydia, of course I still feel that way about you."
Her eyes lit up as she raised her chin to look at him, her voice breathless from genuine disbelief, "Really?"
Stiles took a step closer to her, sending her a crooked smile, "How could I not? I've liked you since we were kids, since before I even knew you. And now that I know you, more than I could've ever dreamed… Lydia, you're the most amazing person I've ever met. You're brave, and kind, smart and loyal. And beautiful. So, how could I not be in love with you?"
Her breath hitched in her throat and she tried to prevent the tears in her eyes from trailing down her cheeks. "You're - you're in love with me?" Nodding his head lightly, he sent her a nervous smile and held his breath. Not wasting any more time, Lydia closed the remaining distance between them, one hand flying to the back of his neck and yanking his head down until their lips met in a heated kiss. She threaded her fingers through the short strands of hair at the base of his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body closer to his as he kissed her back.
"Thank god you guys finally talked, I've been waiting forever to let you guys ou -" Scott said as he used his strength to push the door open before his eyes widened at the sight in front of him, "- t." When they didn't even realize he was there, Scott shrugged and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door but leaving it open a crack so that it wouldn't lock. Once he no longer felt like he was intruding on their intimate moment, Scott took a second to look through the window at his two best friends, a proud smile on his face as he headed back to the library.