Title: Accidently Perfect Valentine's Day
Rating: T
Characters: Stiles, Derek, Scott, Lydia, Sheriff, Jackson, Danny, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Alison, Melissa
Warnings: Stiles is 17 and still considered a minor
Relationships: Stiles/Derek, Scott/Alison, Lydia/Jackson, Danny/Isaac, Sheriff Stilinski/Melissa, Erica/Boyd
Summary:
It started with Scott forgetting about Valentine's Day, and Stiles having to help him out.
Then the 'Perfect Bouquet' happends.
Then Alison's surprise home cooked dinner.
Then Derek Said "Ok".
Then Lydia kidnapped Stiles for a shopping trip.
Then Sushi.
Then...
Well, let's just say it ends with Love and Happiness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters in Teen Wolf.
Author's Note: Greetings Everyone! I felt like writing a Sterek Valentine's Day fic. So, here it is!
This is crossposted to my account on AO3
Stiles thought to himself that he really deserved the bestest-friend-of-the-millennium award, as he stood in line at Beacon Hills Floral and Gifts.
Reason #1 on why he was the Bestest Friend Ever:
He reminded a horrified Scott that Valentine's Day was that month, not next, and was two days away.
Reason #2:
He wheedled and used his sneaky powers of persuasion to get Alison to tell him what she would like, and totally dislike, for said heart-filled holiday. (She had every faith in Scott, but worried that she never told him about her allergy to Daisies, she loved chocolate covered cherries, and she had her hopeful eyes set on that Cupid's Arrow necklace at Macy's.)
Reason #3:
After making Scott give the grocery store Daisies he bought to his Mom, booked him the last reservation at the Sushi restaurant the next town over, and pointed out the necklace Alison wanted, Stiles was now in line, the day before Valentine's Day, ordering a bouquet of white roses to be delivered to school the next day, for a girl that wasn't even his girlfriend.
Yeah, Scott owed him BIG time.
The floral shop was so busy, filled with crazed customers ranging from teenage boys, to the newly wed guy that was buying orchids for his wife, to the Mom and daughter buying flowers for her Grandma visiting from Oregon. Due to the chaos only Valentine's Day could bring, everyone had to take a number and wait their turn.
As Stiles walked around the shop, waiting for # 224 to be called, he studied and smelled all of the different kinds of flowers, as he thought about his own disastrous lack of a love life.
After that fairy tale love display Lydia and Jackson put on a few months back, Stiles knew that Lydia was a lost cause. Sure he told Scott and basically everyone else that he wasn't giving up on the two of them being together just yet. The truth was that is was just…easier to act like she was the only one for him.
While he had pretty much moved on for the lovely Lydia Martin, and understood that she and Jackson were some sappy, freaked-up version of Beauty and the Beast, (if the Beast had once been a killing Lizard monster and turned into a Were-Douche), it was a much easier thing to explain his unrequited love for a girl his age, than, say, an older Alpha werewolf who his Dad had arrested for Murder.
He wasn't an idiot. He already knew that Derek Hale would never reciprocate the strong lovey feelings Stiles had for him, so why change the formula that was working for him?
Everybody knew Stiles was in love with somebody who wouldn't love him back, so why should he explain that the person and magnitude of the feelings changed?
Who needed to know that Stiles was a little scared at how much he felt for his Sourwolf. Did anyone really need to know that Lydia had been a really strong crush, and that Derek…was so unbelievably megawatt not a crush, that Stiles feared that his heart was going to beat out of his chest, and that he was not ever going to have sex because he just didn't want it if it didn't happen with him? What teenage boy thinks like that?! That couldn't be healthy…but the thought of somebody else, girl or guy, actually made him feel queasy and teary-eyed. Stiles very much didn't want to be a Virgin forever thank you very much! He wanted sex! Just…not non-Derek sex.
Yeah, so, for his mental health, Stiles plan was to stick with the, "I Heart Lydia" thing until he got to college and psyched himself up for a drunked one-night stand.
Well, that was his plan, until the strawberry blonde herself threw a designer wrench into things.
Stiles had just picked up a red tulip, smelling its waxy petals, them Lydia walked up to him.
"If that's for me Stiles, I hate Tulips. Also, it's sad that you are here to get me flowers, and insulting that you are doing it the day before Valentine's Day."
Stiles blinked and stumbled for words.
"Uh, Lydia! Hi!"
His eyes narrowed as he processed what she said.
"What are you doing here then?"
Lydia flipped her long shiny hair over her shoulder.
"I'm here to find out what kind of flowers Jackson ordered so I can match my outfit accordingly. I'm not going to wear pink if he got me red roses."
"Hate to break it to ya, Oh mightly Goddess of Hotness and Chemistry, but I don't think they will tell you what he ordered."
Lydia smirked, and it still boggled him that it didn't affect him as it once did.
"Watch me."
As Lydia started to walk off, she turned back to Stiles.
"Stiles, I really care about you, as a friend. Friends don't get friends flowers for Valentine's Day, unless they want to be more. Don't spend your money on flowers for me, and go home, because I won't accept them."
Stiles felt a blush as he busied himself sorting through and picking up other tulips.
Holding a bunch in his hands, he shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"Actually, no can do! I can't go. I'm here on official business for Scott."
Lydia rolled her eyes.
"Of course Scott would wait until the last minute and send you to his dirty work."
A concerned look crossed her face. She placed her hand on Stiles' shoulder.
"Wow, Scott is a jerk. He's lucky to have a girlfriend, and sends the awkward single guy to order her flowers for him?"
Feeling like he needed to defend his friend, even though she was kinda right, and himself a little bit, he floundered for something to say.
"Well, I was already planning on coming today, so I offered. You know how it is."
If anything the concern deepened on her face, along with some annoyance. She motioned to the mixed up bunch of tulips in his hand.
"Stiles! I already told you before! It's not going to happen between you and me! You know I love Jackson, and only care about you as a friend. Also, even if I did accept flowers from you, I already told you that I hate tulips. Put those away. If it will get you out of this store I will do the good deed of ordering Alison's flowers. Hand me the ticket."
Stiles blanched and pulled the ticket and the tulips out of reach.
"Geez, cool it Lydia! These…they aren't even for you!"
Wait, what? Where did that come from? Stiles thought to himself.
Lydia's face cleared and filled with gleeful curiosity.
"Oh! Well now that's a different story! Tell me who they are for!"
Crap. Me and my big mouth.
Trying to think of something to say, Stiles walked into another table with small white flowers. He picked a sprig up and added them to his tulips. Turning around he accidently bumped into a stand with some flowers that he recognized from the tree in his neighbor's yard. His Mom always liked them, and they looked nice, so he shrugged and added them too.
"Well, you see…"
He was temporarily saved by the lady at the front desk.
"Number 224!"
Stiles ambled through the crowd, flowers still in hand.
"Hi! That's me! Number 224!"
The harried and tired looking lady at the desk smiled up at him and gestured towards the flowers.
"Do you want me to make those into a bouquet for you, Sir?"
Noting that Lydia had sidled up to him, Stiles nodded and handed over the flowers.
"I would also like to make an order for tomorrow. I need a dozen white roses for Alison Argent sent to Beacon Hills High."
The lady went about cutting and fixing the tulips and other flowers, while another one range him up and wrote down the order.
As she was fixing them she looked up at him curiously.
"Sir? Do you know the language of flowers any?"
Thinking back to his childhood, when his Mom would take him for walks in the park and point out the flowers and tell him what they meant, Stiles nodded again.
"Yeah, sure, a little bit. The ones I don't I just Google the meaning, why?"
This made the lady smile.
"Well, I was just going to say that this seems like a well thought out message of flowers!"
Lydia leaned over the counter and shared a conspirator grin with the flower lady.
"Oh Stiles is a very thoughtful person! He's such a good friend! I'm afraid though that I'm not as versed in the language of flowers as I should. What do those mean?"
The lady held them up and pointed each flower out.
"Acadia flowers mean Secret Love. Dogwood Blossoms mean endurance. Red Tulips mean Believe Me. Orange Tulips mean Energy, Enthusiasm, Desire and Passion, and Variegated Tulips mean you have beautiful eyes."
Stiles felt his jaw drop.
Holy crap, that was the perfect bouquet!
Unfortunately Stiles realized his mistake of adding Dogwood Blossoms, even though any other time he would laugh at how hilariously awesome it would be to give a werewolf flowers with the names Dog and Wood in them. He couldn't laugh though, because he wasn't planning on giving a werewolf flowers, ever. He was just going to buy the bouquet and pretend he gave them to some girl, while actually hiding them in his room, maybe under his bed.
Their name and their meaning of endurance, added with all of the other flowers and meanings were a dead giveaway to who owned Stiles heart.
As the lady wrapped up the pretty and meaningful flowers, Lydia turned wide eyes to Stiles.
"Oh…my God! You are in love with Derek Hale?! You will be spilling details NOW!"
Stiles gulped.
Oh, he was so screwed.
TBC
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