Derek was a nervous wreck at the prospect of everything going wrong, so much so that even Stiles picked up that he wasn't doing well. Derek watched the clock, waiting until just before seven when the radio host he'd e-mailed to help him would be putting his plan into motion.
"Sour wolf, what's got your panties in a twist tonight? You look like you're ready to piss your pants at a moment's notice," Stiles asked, his eyes lighting up with amusement. Scott looked up at Derek knowingly and gave him a reassuring thumbs up. Stiles took the momentary distraction on Scott's part to go in for the win on the video game that they were playing. Stiles whooped in victory while Scott pulled the obligatory looser pout.
"Okay, enough video games for one night," Scott said as he clicked off the television. Stiles shot him a glare for his efforts yet took the opportunity to stretch out his long limbs. "Are you staying here tonight or do you need a ride home?"
"I'm not sure if I want to stay here. Derek looks ready to wolf out any minute. I don't want him to maul me in my sleep if I cuddle too close to his side of the bed tonight," Stiles half joked. Derek huffed affectionately and gave him an apologetic smile. "Is there something you need to talk about?"
"Not yet," Derek said cryptically as he moved to the small radio on the end table. "Stick around, Stiles, I promise that I won't bite you." Derek turned the radio on as he fell onto the couch. He held his arms open, inviting Stiles to curl up in his lap.
"You two are the sappiest couple I have ever met," Scott cooed.
"Yeah, like you and Isaac aren't two giant sappy puppies yourself," Stiles retorted from his spot tucked under Derek's chin. The song that had been playing on the radio faded out and was replaced by the voice of the host for the evening.
"Alright, ladies and gents, I've got an extra special request for today. I got an e-mail last week asking me if I would play this song to help someone out in his proposal. Here you go, buddy, I hope the answer will be a resounding 'yes'," the guy said. An upbeat tempo began to come from the speakers when Stiles' face soften at the mention of a proposal. Derek moved in for a kiss which Stiles willingly gave into.
It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I want to marry you.
Derek moved stiles from his lap to the spot next to him on the couch while never breaking away from the kiss. He dug into his pocket and palmed the ring while Stiles was distracted by his tongue being assaulted by Derek.
Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby? I think I want to marry you.
Derek slowly pulled away from Stiles, who moaned at the loss of contact, and fell to his knees in front of his boyfriend. Derek smiled brilliantly up at Stiles who looked utterly confused by the situation unfolding itself before him. Derek produced the ring between his fingers, a simple silver band with a small Celtic design etched into it before Stiles eyes. The human gasped as understanding filled his eyes and Derek couldn't help the feeling of happiness filling his chest as acceptance rolled of Stiles.
"Stiles, will you marry me?" Derek asked over the music. Stiles sat wide eyed for a moment longer before nodding his head vigorously.
"Yes! Yes a million times over," Stiles rambled. H fell into Derek's arms and they toppled over onto the floor when Derek couldn't support their weight. Scot clapped his hands and cheered as the ring was slipped onto Stiles' finger, his happiness evident on his face. "You knew about this, Scott?"
"We wanted help figuring out how to do this and he needed someone to move you along so you'd hear the song," Scott explained with a shrug. "And I begged him to let me be here for me best friend when it happened. I get to be the best man, right?"
"Who else would it be?" Stiles asked, sporting a mocked outraged expression. Scott pulled Stiles into a hug while Stiles began to cry happily. "We need to set a date! Will there be Groom's maids as well as groomsmen? How will all this work?" Derek put a calming hand on the back of Stiles' neck who clamped his mouth shut immediately at the amused look he received.
"We have time, Stiles. I didn't ask you to marry me tomorrow morning. Just – can we agree right now not to go overboard with this?" Derek pleaded.
"Obviously, we know different Stiles if you are asking that question. Overboard is what Stiles does best!" Scott scoffed, mirth rolling off him. Derek groaned in agreement as he saw the wheels already turning in Stile's head of the plans he already wanted to set in motion.
"What are your thoughts on lavender?" Stiles asked with a smirk.