Yes, yes you would be. [ Something rather like a rumble leaves him as Stiles threads his fingers through his hair, and Derek lets his eyes fall half shut in a sort of idle contentment that's at odds with the way his face hurts from smiling so much. Once upon a time, Derek Hale had been a smiler. In recent years? It was restricted to snarkily baring his teeth, lopsided quirks, or the honest smile or two for his niece a day. The moment Stiles had entered his life? It all escalated quickly in numbers. He's still adjusting for it. Even when he's transfixed by the shift in Stiles' grin, and what he says.
He slides his hands up and around with the next kiss, leaning into it as he frames Stiles' face with long fingers, fanning them out across his cheeks and holding him gently as he returns the kiss.
Which is actually something he's never going to get tired of. Stiles has a damn addicting mouth, truth be told. Every awkward dinner or argument just sort of faded away when he got to have these moments. It made that burnt out hole that made up his center hurt less, slowly mend from all the shit he'd dealt with. Maybe he lost someone he cared about when he was younger-- all his fault, regardless of what anyone would say-- and then lost much of his family. Maybe two women came in and out of his life and left it an even greater mess. But then there was Stiles.
He pulls back enough to talk, though doesn't really break contact. ] Considering I proposed for millions of people across the world to see? Yes. I'm gonna put a ring on it.
[ Now that he's grinning like a loon, Stiles takes a step back, just for a second, and presents his hand dramatically, unable to stop looking at Derek for even half a second to be a comedian. It's kind of hard to believe this is happening, and maybe the physical proof'll make it a little easier.
His dad and Scott probably already know. He can't imagine they didn't just watch that--and his ears burn a little with the fact that that just happened for a whole hell of a lot of people to see. Holy jesus. He's not a super out there person, but there's something about Derek's video blogs that just seemed so ridiculously appropriate, he can't have really imagined this going any other way. Stiles would have probably done the exact same thing. ] Millions of people might be pushing it. You're underestimating the number of losers who sit and watch your videos over and over because you're ridiculously attractive or something.
[ Which comes out flippantly like, oh, who would ever do that. Not Stiles. His mouth twitches up a little more and something mischievous sparkles in his eyes. ] Maybe they'll even end up trying to find the courage to send you a recipe from all those views.
[ Rolling his eyes at the dramatics, Derek takes his hand slowly-- drawing his fingertips along the underside of his palm, following his pulse in his wrist-- just to tease. But he withdraws the small box with his other hand, so that he can, in fact, put a ring on it.
Normally a personally private person, obvious in the way that he rarely inserted family stories or factoids about his life outside of the videos in his vlog, the idea of proposing for the internet at large to see hadn't actually unsettled him. It had just seemed natural, something else that he could share with Stiles. The fact that he replied in the same way? Sort of sealed this, in his opinion. ] So that's what you were doing before you sent in that recipe.
[ Amusement evident, he curls his fingers around his hand and actually comes through the damn window so that he doesn't have to worry about tumbling back onto the fire escape or straight into his living room floor. ] Well, they'll all be a little too late now.
[ His smile softens just a little as his hand brushes against Derek's, and his brown eyes track his movements, only flickering away from his face and their hands when the box itself comes out. Stiles snorts at the comment and makes a face, tilting his head from left to right, because oops. ] If I said no would you believe it?
[ He pretty much mouths "no" at the same time Derek answers it, and his eyes crinkle in a smile as Derek comes through--he takes a step backwards to make room for him, but otherwise doesn't change their proximity at all. ] But if I end up dead you know you can blame it on your housewife army.
[ Opening his mouth to answer-- and obviously "no"-- he rolls his eyes again as Stiles answers with him, and he quietly questions what he's gotten himself into. But Derek wouldn't take this back for anything, and just comes to actually stand in front of Stiles, nothing between them. ] They're not going to kill you.
[ He pulls at his hand, drawing him even closer and bowing his head forward to bump foreheads, staying like that. Because there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now, content and home there with him. His own eyes crinkle at the corners, and he brushes their noses together. ] I love you, so they have no choice but to love you, too.
[ He allows himself to be pulled forwards easily, closing the space between them and glancing to the side for just a second, eyeing the band and grinning like a freakin' moron, because that seriously just happened. He needs to text Scott a picture as soon as possible, but right now, he doesn't care. Maybe tomorrow.
Right now Derek's in front of him, looking happy and that's the kind of sight Stiles treasures, wants to take pictures of so he never has to forget what it looks like. He turns his hand easily in Derek's palm so their fingers are laced together, getting used to the weight on his fingers and giving a little squeeze. He lets out a laugh that's not quiet, having to tilt his head back for a minute and let it go, then beams as he returns the nose bump afterwards. ] What was it you said, just don't eat anything Mrs. Westmore feeds you?
[ And then, he lets go of Derek's hand, only to fist his in the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss, and murmur against his mouth: ] I love you too.
[ At some point, they're going to have to head upstairs to join Laura and John in their celebration for the occasion. That "some point" likely won't come until tomorrow, because right now Derek is perfectly content to ignore the rest of the world in favor of starting the 'til death do us part early. Because Stiles is vibrant and warm and his, and he's Stiles'. And it's really hitting him now that the band is there, on Stiles' hand and pressed to his own now.
Letting out a softer laugh in response to Stiles' bright one, he watches him even as he tilts his head back, his other hand slipping up the shape of his waist to curl against skin under all those layers. It's just absent, seeking out soft warmth, but it just eases away more of his always lingering tension. ] Never eat Mrs. Westmore's food.
[ When his hand is freed, he moves it to join the other, leaning into the kiss with absolutely no resistance. Instead of responding with words, he just lets his mouth quirk even more at the corners. ]
[ Midkiss, Stiles seems to realize something. Go figure it's when things are starting to get good--he's just opened up a little into the kiss, trying to resist every urge to completely melt against his mouth, but it's important.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fidgets around in the pockets of his pants, jiggling from left to right before finagling out his phone. There's a couple of seconds of tapping before he pauses and brings up a familiar page--his instagram. Stiles grins at him and holds the phone way out, selfie style, leaning into Derek's side and holding up their intertwined hands so the ring is showing.
It takes a little bit of maneuvering, but eventually, he gets Derek to press the button for him, and the minute he does, he leans forward and steals a kiss from him. ]
[ A small, disgruntled noise leaves him as Stiles pulls back from the kiss, but Derek lets him rather than fight it. Raising an eyebrow as he watches him, he can't help but roll his eyes when he spots what he's doing. Of course he's pulling up instagram, why is he not surprised.
But he just leans in close to him as he pulls it up, arranging them into a workable position with their strange placement. They're holding hands but they need to click the selfie button, and while they could take a timer shot that would still take five seconds too long. So he adjusts, accommodates, and does in fact reach up to take the picture.
Of course that's when Stiles kisses him again, and he leans into it the moment that he takes the picture, smile curling across his face easily as he squeezes his hand. ]
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Perpetual feeling with them.
He slides his hands up and around with the next kiss, leaning into it as he frames Stiles' face with long fingers, fanning them out across his cheeks and holding him gently as he returns the kiss.
Which is actually something he's never going to get tired of. Stiles has a damn addicting mouth, truth be told. Every awkward dinner or argument just sort of faded away when he got to have these moments. It made that burnt out hole that made up his center hurt less, slowly mend from all the shit he'd dealt with. Maybe he lost someone he cared about when he was younger-- all his fault, regardless of what anyone would say-- and then lost much of his family. Maybe two women came in and out of his life and left it an even greater mess. But then there was Stiles.
He pulls back enough to talk, though doesn't really break contact. ] Considering I proposed for millions of people across the world to see? Yes. I'm gonna put a ring on it.
dumb babies tbh
His dad and Scott probably already know. He can't imagine they didn't just watch that--and his ears burn a little with the fact that that just happened for a whole hell of a lot of people to see. Holy jesus. He's not a super out there person, but there's something about Derek's video blogs that just seemed so ridiculously appropriate, he can't have really imagined this going any other way. Stiles would have probably done the exact same thing. ] Millions of people might be pushing it. You're underestimating the number of losers who sit and watch your videos over and over because you're ridiculously attractive or something.
[ Which comes out flippantly like, oh, who would ever do that. Not Stiles. His mouth twitches up a little more and something mischievous sparkles in his eyes. ] Maybe they'll even end up trying to find the courage to send you a recipe from all those views.
Yep.
Normally a personally private person, obvious in the way that he rarely inserted family stories or factoids about his life outside of the videos in his vlog, the idea of proposing for the internet at large to see hadn't actually unsettled him. It had just seemed natural, something else that he could share with Stiles. The fact that he replied in the same way? Sort of sealed this, in his opinion. ] So that's what you were doing before you sent in that recipe.
[ Amusement evident, he curls his fingers around his hand and actually comes through the damn window so that he doesn't have to worry about tumbling back onto the fire escape or straight into his living room floor. ] Well, they'll all be a little too late now.
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[ He pretty much mouths "no" at the same time Derek answers it, and his eyes crinkle in a smile as Derek comes through--he takes a step backwards to make room for him, but otherwise doesn't change their proximity at all. ] But if I end up dead you know you can blame it on your housewife army.
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[ He pulls at his hand, drawing him even closer and bowing his head forward to bump foreheads, staying like that. Because there's nowhere else he'd rather be right now, content and home there with him. His own eyes crinkle at the corners, and he brushes their noses together. ] I love you, so they have no choice but to love you, too.
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Right now Derek's in front of him, looking happy and that's the kind of sight Stiles treasures, wants to take pictures of so he never has to forget what it looks like. He turns his hand easily in Derek's palm so their fingers are laced together, getting used to the weight on his fingers and giving a little squeeze. He lets out a laugh that's not quiet, having to tilt his head back for a minute and let it go, then beams as he returns the nose bump afterwards. ] What was it you said, just don't eat anything Mrs. Westmore feeds you?
[ And then, he lets go of Derek's hand, only to fist his in the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss, and murmur against his mouth: ] I love you too.
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Letting out a softer laugh in response to Stiles' bright one, he watches him even as he tilts his head back, his other hand slipping up the shape of his waist to curl against skin under all those layers. It's just absent, seeking out soft warmth, but it just eases away more of his always lingering tension. ] Never eat Mrs. Westmore's food.
[ When his hand is freed, he moves it to join the other, leaning into the kiss with absolutely no resistance. Instead of responding with words, he just lets his mouth quirk even more at the corners. ]
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[ Midkiss, Stiles seems to realize something. Go figure it's when things are starting to get good--he's just opened up a little into the kiss, trying to resist every urge to completely melt against his mouth, but it's important.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fidgets around in the pockets of his pants, jiggling from left to right before finagling out his phone. There's a couple of seconds of tapping before he pauses and brings up a familiar page--his instagram. Stiles grins at him and holds the phone way out, selfie style, leaning into Derek's side and holding up their intertwined hands so the ring is showing.
It takes a little bit of maneuvering, but eventually, he gets Derek to press the button for him, and the minute he does, he leans forward and steals a kiss from him. ]
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But he just leans in close to him as he pulls it up, arranging them into a workable position with their strange placement. They're holding hands but they need to click the selfie button, and while they could take a timer shot that would still take five seconds too long. So he adjusts, accommodates, and does in fact reach up to take the picture.
Of course that's when Stiles kisses him again, and he leans into it the moment that he takes the picture, smile curling across his face easily as he squeezes his hand. ]