A restaurant off island | Thursday Evening

[robinonadderall]

A bunch of things had mysteriously appeared at Stiles' doorstop today. The flowers he expected, but there was also a bunch of cupcakes with hateful things written on them in icing. He could only presume those were from Derek. And, worryingly, a box with a suit Peter had bought him after Stiles had merely mentioned he might need something nice to wear for dinner tonight.

Freaking Hales and their freaking creeper tendencies.

Stiles couldn't really complain about free cupcakes and free clothes, and he couldn't even complain about going out to dinner with Derek tonight even though it was purely to drive each other nuts. Because Derek was paying. And Stiles wanted to give him horrible Valentine's gifts.

He just really wished he didn't have to wear a suit.

"Next Valentine's can we just stay in and watch horrible movies?" The fact that either of them would have a real date a year from now was laughable and Stiles knew it.

[For the not-date and NFB due to distance ty]

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[justlurkinghere]

"My intentions." Derek looked more than just mildly disturbed. "I don't have intentions."

Because this was all meant to torment each other.

[robinonadderall]

"Um, dude, I'm aware of that," Stiles said. "Jack and Mr. Barton apparently are not."

[justlurkinghere]

"Barton is a moron." Tell us how you really feel, Derek. "And Jack is reading into things."

A beat.

"Mike said something to me."

Mike, you Judas you.

[robinonadderall]

"Ugh not Mike too." He thought you understood, Mike! "If you put our reservations under as husband and wife or something I swear I'm poisoning you with the wolfsbane you got me."

[justlurkinghere]

"They're under Hale, idiot." So romaaaantic.

[robinonadderall]

"Well. Good." At least Derek wasn't that evil. "I should poison you anyway after the crap you pulled on Tuesday."

[justlurkinghere]

"For you making a scene?" Damn right he was going there.

[robinonadderall]

"For you stalking me," Stiles hissed, trying not to make another scene in a classy place. "I was happy to ignore you but then Kate noticed your stalking...stalkerness."

[justlurkinghere]

"Such stunning wit," Derek replied. "How do I stop myself from falling into bed with you."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles made a face. "Ugh, dude, don't talk about me falling into bed with you ever again. Not even jokingly."

Even if they did fall into bed together sometimes.

[justlurkinghere]

That was different!

Derek rolled his eyes, giving Stiles a little shove to get to their table. "People have sick minds."

[robinonadderall]

"Watch the shoving," Stiles said, though he did get moving in the right direction. "Treat me nice or else you won't get any presents."

[justlurkinghere]

"How is that supposed to make me be nice?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles pretended to look insulted. "Are you saying you don't want the gifts I bought you?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Are they insulting?" Derek countered. Because he knew you, Stiles. Oh, he knew.

[robinonadderall]

"No." His gifts were adorable. "They aren't cupcakes with horrible things written on them if that's what you mean."

[justlurkinghere]

"Did you eat the cupcakes?" That he made by hand. You better appreciate that buttercream frosting, you dick.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, I ate the one that insinuated I was a dick." How did people think they actually wanted to date each other? "It was pretty good."

They were amazing, but Stiles wasn't about to admit that.

[justlurkinghere]

Because they were the weirdest people known to man? All those issues in one place.

"I spoke from the heart," Derek replied, pulling out a chair for him. Way to be the girl here, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles stared down at the chair and then back at Derek. "You're such an asshole."

He sat down anyway. He was going to order all the food now.

[justlurkinghere]

It was worth it for all the discomfort of the suit wearing.

"I can live with that," Derek replied, taking his own seat.

[robinonadderall]

"Did you get the flowers I sent you?" All fifty of them.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're getting them back." Because they didn't own enough vases, Stiles!

[robinonadderall]

"But they're for you!" Stiles said. "You can't take back gifts. Besides, I already have the flowers you gave me. Do you always stuff bouquets with things that can kill and/or imprison you?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not the only werewolf you know." And he was very, very hesitantly trusting that you won't use them for evil.

This is what you get for believing in him, Stiles.

"Flowers have meaning behind them." GOOGLE IT, BITCH.