You guys MUST give us more details about the proposal(s) - How Stiles proposed and how Derek was planning to propose. Please and thank you <3
“Son, you need tocalm down.”
Stiles paused in hispacing to spin on his heel, arms flailing, and fixed his father witha wide-eyed stare.
“Calm down?” Hisvoice hitched, “Calm down? You told me he’s going topropose, dad. That’s- that’s huge.”
John raised one handin a sort of placating gesture, “Now, I never said-”
“You impliedit,” Stiles was vaguely aware that his hands were shaking as hedialled Derek’s number, for the third time in the span of a minute. Afrustrated noise died in his throat when it went straight tovoicemail, again.
“Stiles, I don’tget why you’re making such a big deal out of this,” John stabbedanother piece of lettuce with his plastic fork, and pulled a face asif it had personally offended him. “This tastes like nothing.”
“Eat your goddamnsalad,” Stiles muttered, eyes fixed on his screen as he typed out astring of texts. Badly punctuated, slightly hysterical texts.
“Not until you sitdown and tell me what the issue is, here,” John tilted his headmeaningfully towards the chair across from him, “I don’t want youhaving a panic attack.”
Stiles slumped intothe seat, reluctant, and bit at his thumb. He narrowed his eyes athis left knee, which kept bobbing up and down as his leg twitched.
“What’s theproblem, Stiles?”
“I was theone who was supposed to propose first, okay?” the words left hismouth faster than he could think of them, a little louder than he’dintended. At his father’s questioning look, he took a deep breath andcontinued, “In theory. I mean, I didn’t see it happening foranother year or two.”
“So you think it’stoo soon.”
“Not necessarily,no- it’s just…” Stiles exhaled heavily, ran unsteady fingersthrough his hair, “maybe. Maybe it is. That’s the problem- I’m notsure. Do you really think we’re ready for this?”
“I know that youand Derek love each other,” the Sheriff’s brow was furrowed,“There isn’t any doubt there, right?”
“None at all,”Stiles said- immediately, reflexively. “It’s just that…God, Idon’t know.” he groaned and dropped his head into his hands.
“Didn’t you haveany doubts before you proposed to mom?” he asked quietly, throughhis fingers.
“Of course I did,”his dad’s response was soft, “How could I not? She was an amazingwoman and I still wasn’t entirely convinced I deserved her. But…”Stiles lifted his head in time to see his dad shrug. “It’s normalto have doubts, son.”
The sound thatescaped Stiles was helpless: “Derek’s not perfect, but neither amI. I’m kind of obnoxious and I talk too much and– and at the end ofthe day, I’m just kinda an anxious mess, dad. I still have thenightmares, like, weekly. Should anyone really have to put upwith that?
“And- and Derekhas his own issues, but at the end of the day I’ve actually seen thathe’s the sweetest goofball of a man and I love him so much andhe’s probably got some huge romantic gesture planned that I couldnever top but, goddammit, I reallywanted to propose to him first-”
“I’m going to stopyou there,” his dad levelled him with a look, “Justtell him, Stiles.”
“What-tell him what?” Stiles muttered to his knees.
“Everythingyou just told me.”
“Goto him, tell him these things, and- goddammit, Stiles- just proposeto him, if you want to propose.”
“I.I don’t have a ring, though-”
“Go.”His father jabbed a finger towards the door.
Stilesshot up from his chair and wasout of the office within the minute.
Johndumped his salad in the trash.
Thefront porch of the Hale house made one hell of a noise when youwalked on it- Stiles knew this, because he was physically incapableof walking around quietly (unlike certain werewolves thathe knew). Currently, it was kicking up one hell of a protest as hestomped towards the front door, floorboards whining under hissneakers; not that he cared, not that he really registered the soundover the rushing in his ears. His heart was in his throat and hismind was running a mile a minute andhe needed to remind himself to breathe.
Stilestook a shuddery breath and flung the door open. It hit the insidewall with a bang.
“Iwas going to propose first,asshole!”
Okay,maybe not the best way he could have phrased that. He’d have to tryagain.
Derek,who seemed to bein the middle of assembling some kind of furniture, fumbled anddropped the screwdriver in his hands (goddammit, Derek never fumbled,what the hell). He turned to face Stiles;his ridiculous puppy eyeswere wideand his eyebrowswere doingthe thing.
“Youknow what.” Stilesstalked across the room, gripped the front ofDerek’s henley with hisfists. “You were going to propose tomorrow, weren’t you?”
“I-”Derek looked crestfallen, suddenly, eyes shifting to the side as hesaid, “I’m sorry? I-”
“No,shut up and listen to me,” Stiles’ voice was low, intense, as heleaned closer and made Derek look him in the eye.
“Ilove you so much,Derek. So freaking much itscares me.” He loosened his grip a fraction, smoothed down thewrinkles in Derek’s shirt with one hand, “I love how you have thissense of humour that you only really share with me. I love the littlecrinkles around your eyes when you smile. I actually kind of lovewhen you’re grumpy, too.
“Ilike it when you don’t shave and you get stubble burn all over me. Ilike that you’re actually, like, friendswith my dad,” Stiles laughed, “I. I still have no idea how thathappened, actually.”
Derekgrabbed onto the hand that Stiles kept running down his shirt, lacingtheir fingers together,“Stiles–”
“No,I’m not done. So,yeah, sometimes we have our differences, like when you arguethat a bald cupcake most definitely is a muffin-”“But itis-”
“Shut up, it’snot.” He pressed his fingers to Derek’s lips, and Derek’s eyebrowsshot up. “I’m trying to tell you that I love our differences. Ilove that we can argue and it can still be fun.”
Derek’s lipstwitched, like he was fighting a smile.
Stileslowered his eyes and went on, “And…andI love that you’ll wake me up from my nightmares, help me count myfingers and calm down- and Ijust. I–” he shook his head, “I’m being cheesy, now, orwhatever, I know– but youprobably had something three times as romantic as this planned, so.”
Derekstared at him for a minute, gaze soft. He pressed a kiss to Stiles’fingers, and Stiles lowered his hand.
“MayI speak now?” Derek murmured.
“Just,” Stilesthrew his hands up, “Will you marry me or not, you dork?”
Derek swept him-literally swept him into his arms, hisfeet left the floor- into what could only be described as a bruisingkiss. Stiles made a soft, desperate noise and clutched at Derek’sshoulders, raised one hand and slid it along Derek’s jaw. Derek bitat his lower lip, licked into his mouth, andStiles groaned and archedinto him, seeking the warmth, craving the intensity. Gradually, thekiss slowed- became something softer, sweeter. Stiles pulled backreluctantly to take a breath, and Derek mouthed at his jaw.
“That’s a yes,right?” Stiles asked, on an exhale.
Derek buried hisface in Stiles’ neck and laughed.
“You’reridiculous,” Derek’s lips moved against his throat- soft, familiar.“Of course I’ll marry you.”
Stiles grinned sohard it hurt, and ran his fingers through Derek’s hair, “Good.Wanna put me down, now?”
“Nah,” Dereknipped at him playfully, “Think I wanna carry you upstairs.”
“Oh, good idea,yes. The best idea.” He hit at Derek’s shoulder, “Go, whatare you waiting for.”
It didn’t take themvery long to get to the bedroom.
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