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First, a picture dedicated to your AU Lydia's Shy ONE OF MY FAVORITES!! And this was based off my absolute favorite scene! It's very simple, I didn't want to do too much, and I hope you like it!

And then I wrote an AU for Project Stilinski about their first date!

First Dates Got Nothing on Us

     No one wanted to have double dates with Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin. They were an unnervingly honeymoon status, all over each other, cutely giggly couple. It just made everyone else rather sick to be around something that was oh-so-obviously not what they had themselves.

     And so the couple was left to make their own plans.

     "Alone?" Stiles asked, closing his locker. His hand then crawled over to his girlfriend's hand (hot damn; his girlfriend!) and their fingers interlaced softly. "Don't Scott and Allison wanna join us?"

     Lydia shook her head, her wavy strawberry blond locks swishing and tickling Stiles' arm.

     "Allison and Scott hate us," she simply said.

     Stiles scoffed, "Scott doesn't --"

     "He especially hates us. Something about how first he had to hear you moon over me all this time, and then now you apparently brag about me..." Lydia turned to give Stiles a sly grin. Although his cheeks were beginning to redden, he responded with a scowl.

"I do not!" Lydia only giggled at his response. Stiles rolled his eyes. Who was he kidding? He was dating the Lydia freaking Martin!

     "Either way, we've got the night to ourselves. What do you wanna do?" The next time Lydia turned to her boyfriend, she reeled her head back in surprise upon seeing the broadest smile on his face.

     "I know just the thing!"

     Lydia narrowed her eyes at this. "Oh, really? What?"

     All of a sudden, Stiles regained his composure and only smirked at her. "Nothing. Just be ready at 6:30 sharp."

     "But--" and that was when Stiles pecked her lips with a smile before zooming away. Not only was Lydia left with questions, but she was left with the lingering taste of his lips, which only frustrated her even more.

///

     There was a light knock on the doorframe of Lydia's room. She was currently smoothing out a light blue dress, and looked up to see her mother at her door.

     "What are you getting all dressed up for?" Mrs. Martin asked with a smile.

     Lydia visibly flushed and looked back down to the dress. "If you must know, it's for a date."

     "Lydia, this is the first time I've seen you blush about a date! Who is he, do I know him?"

     Lydia rolled her eyes. "Mom, please don't."

     "What? I'm not doing anything."

     Lydia faced her mother with a frown. Her mother simply shrugged and sat at the edge of her daughter's bed. Thoughts of Stiles unconsciously weaved their way into her strawberry blond head. Before she knew it, she was blushing again and oozing out pure glee.

     "Okay, I can't hold it in! He's the sweetest, cutest, nicest, greatest -- and he loves me, and I love him -- and he really cherishes me -- and I think you have met him be--" that was when her gushing stopped. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened. Memories of Stiles portraying a sleazy pervert at a dinner party began to trickle over her boyfriend's qualities.

     "Really? When?" her mother asked excitedly.

     Lydia vaguely registered the fact that it was 6:29, and her father was downstairs by the door.

     "Uh-oh..." Lydia was about to call down to her dad when the doorbell rang. "Shit," she gasped.

///

     Stiles stood outside the Martin door with a suit and bow tie, an expensive bouquet of Lydia's favorites, and the largest grin on his face. That was all until Mr. Martin opened the door. That was when he realized that her parents didn't know him as Stiles. They knew him as the guy Lydia brought home for dinner to shame them.

     "Uh-oh," Stiles muttered as his smile dropped.

     Mr. Martin looked him up and down. "Wait..." It took another second before his confusion turned to anger. "You!"

     "Shit," Stiles whispered.

     "My daughter does not want you back, you filthy, perverted--"

     "Dad wait!" Lydia called from the inside.

     "Sir, m-my real name is Stiles Stilinski, I did that that that dinner night as a favor, but I swear to god I love your daughter and I would never harm her and I respect her. I wouldn't ever do anything that would ever shame her or your family. I know what you're thinking, but--"

     "Excuses!"

     "Oh god," Stiles gulped. He was a little grateful he interrupted the horrid stuttering, but now he could see the storm coming. Lydia appeared at the door then, looking like an angel in blue. Stiles would've drooled had he not been pissing his pants at the moment.

     "Dad, I told him to pretend, okay--"

     "Young lady, how dare you allow him to come back--"

     Then Mrs. Martin appeared. "Who is-- no! What is he--"

     "Mom, relax, please--"

     "Don't tell your mother to relax! Do you know how disappointed we are right now?"

     "How could you do this to us, Lydia?"

     "I didn't--"

     "EVERYONE STOP!"

     All Martin heads turned to the Stilinski boy then. Stiles broke a sweat maintaining a cool demeanor, but this was for Lydia, so at least he felt brave.

     "There has been a misunderstanding on my character and my real name. I'm sure you know of Sheriff Stilinski? I am his son. He is also licensed to a gun, which means if I ever turned out like the man I portrayed to you for dinner one night, I would be dead. I honestly don't know why I brought guns and death into this conversation, but I think you guys get the situation." Everyone continued to stare at him.

    Stiles cleared his throat. "So with that said, may I please give the flowers to Lydia and escort her to the special date I planned for us, and then promptly return her to you at 11 o'clock sharp?"

     As the Martin parents gaped at him, Lydia beamed at her boyfriend. Stiles smiled at her and gave the flowers. Her parents eyed the exchange, looked to one another, and then back at the young couple.

     "Eleven sharp or I'll make a call to your father's station."

     Now the surprised looks were for Mrs. Martin. She looked to everyone and shrugged.

     "What? I believed him."

      Lydia hugged her mother before taking Stiles' hand and letting him lead her to the jeep.

     Mrs. Martin consoled her husband as they went back into the house, and Stiles opened the door of the passenger door for Lydia. Smiling, she hopped in and pecked him before letting him close the door. Stiles got in the driver's side and put the jeep into gear.

     "Where to now?" Lydia asked in excitement.

     Stiles smiled. "You'll see."

///

     "Stiles, I've been to your house before." Lydia pouted as she stepped onto the Stilinski porch. Stiles chuckled and simply rapped his knuckles against the door. "Don't you have--" Isaac Lahey opened the door with a waiter's uniform and a frown upon his face. "....key?"

     "This is shit," Isaac muttered. Lydia laughed and took a picture of Isaac as Stiles took her arm and led her inside. Isaac stuck his tongue out at the camera. This only made Lydia laugh more and hold onto Stiles' arm for support.

     When Lydia settled down, she looked up to see the Stilinski house in low lighting with white Christmas lights shaped like a heart on a wall. In front of that wall was a well set table that had the whole silver covered platter thing going for it. Then she saw the ice bucket with a fancy bottle of apple cider in it that made her giggle. She looked up to see the sheriff, also dressed like a waiter, smiling at them and holding one of the chairs.

    "Sheriff?"

     "Nice to meet you Lydia. It's good to put a face to my son's constant babble."

     "Dad--"

     "I know; no embarrassing you. Baby pictures are stored for the next date."

     "Dad!"

     "Stop whining! Everyone already knew you're a weirdo, dumbass."

      The sheriff gave Isaac a look. "Lahey--"

     "Sorry sir."

     Lydia and Stiles were seated, and their plates were uncovered.

     Let's not dwell on the meal so much, for it was much more than that. Lydia and Stiles shared sweet nothings throughout. The way the young couple looked into each other's eyes, the way they made each other laugh, the way they listened intently to everything that was said.

     The sheriff watched with a smile from the kitchen. Their love was evident, as much as it was between him and his Claudia. It was more than just a high school romance. He could see their future together as still being this moment in time.

     Later, when dessert was brought out, Lydia smiled knowingly at the chocolate pudding cup that was revealed.

     "Pudding cup." Lydia looked up to see the breathtaking smile on Stiles' face, the twinkling Christmas lights creating sparkles in his caramel eyes.

     "You always gave me your pudding cups in the third grade." Lydia smiled softly at the memory. At a time when Stiles was shorter than her, she'd happily give him the pudding and he'd smile so big, even with a few missing teeth at the time.

     "I remember." They met eyes again, and Stiles melted.

     The sheriff and Isaac slipped out, leaving them for the Mexican the Stilinskis had promised the Lahey boy in return for helping tonight.

    Neither Stiles nor Lydia noticed, or even cared to notice. They were lost in themselves again, losing every bit of teen stress and countless days without being together. They were together now, and neither of them could be happier.

     The night still wasn't ruined when Stiles dropped her off at 11:01. The boy apologized for being tardy, and that only made Mrs. Martin like him more. It made Mr. Martin smile too.

     Lydia lay in her bed that night, looking up the ceiling of her room with a smile on her face, cherishing every memory of that night.

     Her phone lit up on her bedside table and she turned to unlock it. It was a text from Stiles:

     Hope you had fun tonight. I love you Lydia Martin.

      Lydia smiled and texted back.

     I don't know why we never broke from double dates before. I loved this much more. But not as much as I love you back, Stiles Stilinski.

     They said good night and wished each other sweet dreams.

     Neither of them lost the smile in their sleep.