This is a 500 Word Drabble Request from goodinthewoods on tumblr: Stiles takes Lydia on a date to the carnival (not sure how specific you wanted to go, so please adjust accordingly) Give me Stydia feels!
First time writing these two; I hope I captured them well enough!
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Stiles had no idea what had possessed him to ask Lydia out on a date in the first place, and even less of an idea as to why she had said 'yes.' This was the Lydia Martin, after all. She didn't date guys like him. Sleuth with, push out of the way of a fiery death, commiserate about the joys of going crazy with, and even kiss out of a panic attack, sure. But date? Never.
Nonetheless, Stiles found himself handing a twenty to the worker at the entrance to the carnival and saying "two please," Lydia waiting patiently at his side. Stiles handed her one of the ticket stubs and was granted a tentative smile by the strawberry blonde. He regarded her curiously for a moment before returning the gesture; was she actually nervous? Stiles mentally berated himself at the thought, barely suppressing a snort. Why on earth would someone like her be nervous?
"So…" he tried, shifting his feet nervously, hands in his jacket pockets. "Rides, games, or food?"
Lydia tilted her head for a moment, contemplating his question. "Mmm how about we get something to eat and walk around for a bit, see what there is?"
"Okay, yeah, sounds good!" Stiles said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. God, why am I so nervous?! I see her every day for crying out loud! he thought as he ducked his head. Not like this, not in a romantic sense, a voice in the back of his head reminded him. Feeling his nerves ready to take over, Stiles quickly turned towards a food stand in the distance, moving his feet in the direction of his destination before they could end up in his mouth.
Lydia furrowed her brow as she watched his nervous movements and sighed when he abruptly turned and started walking away, a smile playing on her lips. His nervousness was kind of endearing and it amused her that he was so anxious about their date that he had walked off and forgotten about her, otherwise she most definitely would not have let her date get away with leaving her behind. Lydia started after him but paused to adjust her braid, pulling out her compact to double check her appearance before she speed walked to catch up to Stiles.
He gave a start when he noticed Lydia appear next to him and mentally kicked himself for running off without waiting for her. Chill out before you ruin this, Stiles chided himself, giving her a sheepish smile in apology. "Sorry," he said weakly as they reached the stand. "Uh, is cotton candy or popcorn okay? I mean, I'm sure we can find something else if you want, there's got to be more food around here somewhere…" he rambled, scratching the back of his head nervously.
Lydia just smiled at him. "Cotton candy is fine," she assured him, catching his eyes. "Pink, please, on a stick" she added, addressing the worker who was now looking at them.
Stiles handed Lydia the spun sugar stick after paying, blushing slightly when her fingers brushed his. His blush deepened when she reached out with her other hand and threaded her fingers with his, squeezing reassuringly as she continued to grin up at him.
"Should we see what else there is to do here then? Maybe visit the 'Strange and Mysterious Creatures' tent?" she said, winking.
Stiles laughed, giving her hand a return squeeze as he finally relaxed. "I'm pretty sure they've got nothing on our school," he smirked, his sense of humor returning along with his confidence.
"You're probably right," she agreed as they walked further into the carnival, hand in hand.