Hi Ana! I saw you're taking prompts so I was wondering if you could do "quit it or i'll bite" or "don't even think about it" for Sterek for the five word prompt thing? Much appreciated! <3
I mixed both, woo!
even think about it.” Derek warns, slapping Scott’s hand away.
yelps, gazes at the cake sadly. “But I wanna –” he starts to
move his hand again and snorts when Derek turns to glare at him.
or I’ll bite your finger off.”
huffs. “I don’t know why he’s marrying you, you’re awful.”
rolls his eyes, finishes frosting the cake and turns to put it in the
fridge. “He’s not marrying me.” He says. Hopefully, Stiles will.
“Can’t you see the cake? I still have to propose.”
Scott rolls his eyes, turns to the sink and begins washing the dishes.
That’s what he’s here for, Derek stressed earlier (’You
can’t bake and your writing is shit, I don’t want this cake ruined!’,
‘Rude!’). “As if he would.”
collapses on a chair, buries his face in his hands. “I – what if
that.” Scott throws water at him. “You just bought a house
together and Stiles says he loves you every day –”
is true and it warms Derek’s heart a little but it does nothing to
calm his nerves. It’s a huge commitment and – what if the proposal
isn’t good enough? Derek is not the most romantic person and although
Stiles isn’t a romantic person himself, he still brings flowers
every other day, and he texts Derek memes all the time and – and he
“Yeah, but –”
wasn’t finished!” Scott yells, dropping the dishes and turning to
stare at Derek. “You spent the entire day baking his favorite cake,
you have rose petals all over your bed and you wrote a speech!”
Derek opens his mouth to ask how Scott knows about the speech but
closes it quickly when Scott shushes him. “It’s obvious you’d have
a speech.” He points out. “What I’m trying to say is – Stiles
will say yes no matter what.”
Derek says, gruffly. “Sometimes you’re nice.”
always nice.” Scott protests, turning to look at his phone when it
signals a new text. “Ah, Allison said he’s coming home!”
jumps, the things aren’t ready yet! The dishes are still dirty, he’s
forgotten to light the candles and – “Go, go.” Scott is still
here. He begins
pushing Scott towards the door at the same time he takes a look at
himself and realizes his pants are dirty with chocolate.
is going to be worst proposal ever.
Stiles parks the car just as Derek is finishing putting a clean shirt on.
He runs downstairs, trips over a stray shoe and curses himself for
not remembering to clean the house. He opens the fridge, takes the
cake out and places it on top of the table. Yeah, okay, he checks the
candles, maybe this will actually work. When Stiles walks in the
house, yelling a 'I’m home’ Derek realizes he forgot the rings.
“Don’t move!” Derek yells, running to the living room.
Stiles takes in Derek’s clothes, looks around at the candles and
arches an eyebrow. “What.”
“I forgot something.” He starts walking backwards towards the
stairs. “But you’re not allowed to move.”
“Ever?” Stiles smirks.
Derek huffs. And he seriously wants to marry this asshole. “Shut
up.” He says. “I’ll be right back.”
“Fine.” Stiles concedes. “Am I at least allowed to take my
“Yes, whatever, just – don’t go in the kitchen.” He runs to
their bedroom as quickly as possible, grabs the ring from his nightstand and when he comes back, Stiles
is exactly where he left him. “Thank you.” He sighs, smiling when
Stiles shrugs like it’s nothing, like he’d do whatever Derek asks him
to without questioning.
Derek really loves him, and that’s when he realizes that is the only
important thing. Stiles loves him, Derek loves Stiles. It’s all he
needs. “Will you marry me?” He blurts out, realizes he actually
doesn’t care how it’s done, as long as Stiles is the one he’s asking.
“I knew it.” Stiles smiles brightly, the same way he did when
Derek asked him out the first time, and then when they decided to
move in together. “You were preparing something in the kitchen,
“Yeah.” Derek admits, rests his hands on Stiles’ waist as Stiles
circles Derek’s neck with his. “You just ruined it.”
“Me?” Stiles laughs. “How?”
“By being you.” Derek whispers. “I love you.”
Stiles flicks Derek’s ear fondly. “I love you too.” He says back
easily, like he did this morning and all the previous mornings for
the past four years. “And I will marry you. You didn’t even have to ask.”
Derek kisses him, then, wonders how could he have doubted Stiles
would say yes, his love is clear in his eyes and in his kisses, in
the life they built together.
Turns out the cake wasn’t necessary, but they have fun eating it in
bed a couple of hours later.