Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Flowers

f/f = favorite flowers

A knock on the front door makes me flinch. I take a deep breath and pause the show I'm watching and slowly get up off the couch. I head over to the window and pull back the curtain, enough to keep me hidden but also enough so I can see who's at my door.

I release a breath of release and a small smile makes it's way onto my face. I grab the knob and swing the door open, revealing Stiles.

"Hey." Stiles says with a goofy smile, pulling me into a side hug. He uses his left arm to do so, his other is hiding behind his back.

"Hey." I say, confused. "What's up?"

Stiles pulls away and makes a pretend hurt face. "What? I can't see my amazing partner?"

I roll my eyes with a smile. "You just never show up without texting or calling."

Stiles's face breaks out into a grin and pulls his right arm out in front of him. A gasp leaves my mouth.

He's holding a gorgeous bouquet of f/f.

My hands slowly reach out as tears gather in my eyes.

"Woah- what's wrong? Are these not your favorite? I can take them back, they weren't that expensive actually. Maybe Ms. McCall will take them-"

I stop his rambling with a kiss. I feel him take a deep breath in before relaxing.

I pull away. "They're beautiful." I put my hand up on his face, rubbing his cheek. He leans into my touch, giving a small sigh. "No one has ever gotten my flowers before."

His hand reaches up to hold my own. "Well now someone has."