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]

Comments

[justlurkinghere]

"Then do better next time." Yes, learn how to fight. Preferably not from Derek. Who would only teach you how to do backflips.

[robinonadderall]

"I don't think I'm fighter material," he said. "We can't all kick ass. Unless you're living in a video game."

[justlurkinghere]

"...fair enough." And so very true.

[robinonadderall]

"Thought so." He knew his strengths and fighting was not it. "I think you've earned one of your Valentine's gifts."

He had only brought the one. The other two were going to be sneakily put into Derek's room.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed. "I don't want it."

[robinonadderall]

"Yes you do," he said. "Close your eyes."

[justlurkinghere]

"No." You can't make him.

[robinonadderall]

"Derek." Now Stiles just sounded whiny. "Come on, don't be a douche."

[justlurkinghere]

"Just give me the damn gift, Stiles."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed and fished around in his pocket until he produced a bracelet. A friendship bracelet that Stiles had made with his own hands. It was black with a couple lopsided pink hearts threaded into it.

It was jewelry therefore Derek had to wear it, like Stiles wore his stupid necklace. Or else he'd lose gay chicken. It was a fairly evil move but Derek had made Stiles wear a suit.

Blame Kate Bishop for the friendship bracelet idea, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"No." Stiles, why were you evil?

[robinonadderall]

"Yes." You started this game of gay chicken, Derek, and you will deal with the consequences! "Put it on. It'll look nice."

[justlurkinghere]

You're an evil man, Stiles. Evil.

"Thank you so much, Stiles," he replied through gritted teeth, taking the terrible, terrible bracelet.

[robinonadderall]

"You're so very welcome, Derek," Stiles said, trying not to laugh. "And don't worry--if an accident shall befall that bracelet I can easily make another one."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm going to get you the nicest necklace," Derek replied instead. It will be pink. And covered in the gaudiest stones.

[robinonadderall]

"Even nicer than the other one you bought?" And by nicer he meant more obnoxious.

[justlurkinghere]

"So much nicer." It will be heart shaped.

[robinonadderall]

"You spoil me." Because you were a dick, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

They had the most magical friendship. "Isn't that what a boyfriend does?"

[robinonadderall]

"Only the good ones," Stiles said. "I can't wait until all of our friends see the wonderful gift I made you."

[justlurkinghere]

"It will be great," Derek ground out.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded in agreement. He was so winning this date right now. "Everyone will see just how much I love you, especially when you're trying to be all growly and intimidating."

Yeah, Derek's shirtlessness got 100% dorkier.

[justlurkinghere]

He hated you so damn much, Stiles. "I'm going to enjoy going to the bar to watch your dates."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles' smile got a little more forced. "Well just don't get too jealous."

[justlurkinghere]

"Why would I get jealous?" HA, now Derek was winning the date. "We're--"

Oh god, it hurt to say this.

"--so very. In. Love."