If you are doing the 101 prompt thing I think 56 suits Sterek. Plus I would like to see what you do with it thank you ♥️
56. "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
“Did you know there’s a penguin that collects rocks to present to their beloved?” Stiles asks, eyes glued on his phone screen. “The female uses them to line the nest.”
Derek stretches his legs, cramped from curling up on the couch beside Stiles. “Why are you looking up penguins?”
“I dunno.” Stiles shrugs. “I saw an article on Twitter.” His thumb scrolls down the screen. “Oh, did you know there’s a seal that has a balloon on his face?” This time he glances over at Derek. “The male blows it up to show the females how strong he is.” He pokes at Derek’s feet where they did into his side. “Go on Der, show me your nose balloon.”
Derek purses his lips and puffs out his cheeks.
“Yeah, that’s sexy,” Stiles says, laughing. “Better look out. All those girl seals will be wanting you.”
“Any other animals on there?” Derek asks.
“Okay, so.” Stiles shifts on the couch so he’s lying between Derek’s legs, his back pressed to the werewolf’s chest. He holds his phone up so that they can both see. “Bowerbirds, they build nests, but they fill it with blue. Bits of ribbon, broken plastic, berries… as long as it’s blue it’s good— oh, then they dance!”
He clicks on the YouTube video of a bird dancing to a Michael Jackson song. When the video ends, Stiles clicks back his home screen and locks the phone.
They lie there together, Stiles’ head pillowed against Derek’s shoulder.
“My mom proposed to my dad,” Stiles says suddenly, breaking the cosy silence. “She told me about it once. Said he was taking too long to work up the courage so she had to do it herself.” He cranes his neck up to look at Derek. “What about your parents?”
“I—” Derek hesitates. “I don’t know. They told us how they met, but I don’t think they ever told us how they got engaged.”
“Oh? I would have assumed it involved leaving large animals on doorsteps. Y’know, all those wolfy instincts to provide for the mate.”
“You know we’re not actually wolves right,” Derek teases. “Also, my dad was human, you know this.”
“Which makes it even more impressive,” Stiles argues. “Besides, I’ve seen you on the full moon, buddy. I’ve watched you chase your own tail. I don’t want to hear any of your bullshit about not being animals.” He unlocks his phone and opens the website again. “I think I like the way the birds do it. Make me something like this and fill it with blue and maybe, maybe I’ll consider marriage.”
“Who says I want to marry you?” Derek asks, poking Stiles in the ribs.
“Oh, ha ha.” Stiles sits up abruptly, half twisting to face Derek. “Werewolf’s got jokes.” He squirms away from Derek’s hands. “You think you’re so funny.”
“I know I am. Derek grins and shifts Stiles’ bony elbow off his chest. “But I am not building you a house.”
“Whelp, guess we’re doomed to fail then,” Stiles said, his face twisted in a mockery of sorrow. He sits up, swinging his legs onto the floor and pats Derek on the head before standing. “It’s been nice hanging with you, though.”
*
“What is this?” Stiles stands in the doorway taking in the scene of utter destruction that was once their living room.
“It’s a nest.”
“I can see that.” Stiles fights to keep the grin off his face as he steps into the room and around the mess of blankets. “But I didn’t ask for a nest, I asked for a house.”
“No.” Derek walks around the couch to meet Stiles in the middle of the room. “You said. ‘I like the way birds do it, make me one of them and fill it with blue.’” He gestures to the blue cushions scattered among the blankets. “I’ve also got—” Derek disappears into the kitchen, returning with a plate.
“Blueberry pancakes?” Stiles laughs, making grabby hands at the plate. “This is ridiculous. I love it.” He lets Derek lead him over to the blanket nest, kicking off his shoes as he goes. “You going to dance for me too?”
“Don’t push your luck.” Derek teases, pulling Stiles down beside him.
“This is—” Stiles looks at him wide-eyed. “You absolute doofus. I can’t believe you actually made me a nest.”
“You said you’d marry me if you did,” Derek reminds him.
“I said I’d consider it.”
“And?”
Stiles shrugs, his eyes dancing. “I suppose I could do worse.” He ducks the pillow that’s swung his way and they both go tumbling down into the blankets.
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