Stiles Stilinski had a tendency to blurt things out at the most inappropriate of times, and he did this quite often. You had gotten used to it over the years, being one of his girlfriend and all, but he still managed to surprise you with it every now and again.
He had been trying to find an opportunity to hang out with you alone, just the two of you, because he was desperate and the entire McCall pack seemed to adore crashing your date nights when they knew where they would occur. This time, he had specifically instructed that each and every person in their little group, including your little brother- Liam- stayed as far away from his house as possible. Not because he wanted to have that sort of alone time, though if this night ended in something along those lines he would be in no position to complain, but because he was more himself when he was alone with you.
Now, you were sprawled out on his couch, black PINK sweatpants on along with a sports bra that he was fully supportive of, and he couldn't help but think you looked completely and utterly gorgeous. He had his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. Stiles was doing his best to concentrate on the movie playing on his tv- Clueless, your choice- but how was he supposed to pay attention to Cher and her very serious issues when all he could think about was you, you, and, well, you.
You, however, were intently staring at the screen, your lips moving soundlessly as you recounted the scene where Tai becomes angry with Cher, calling her "a virgin who can't drive." He watched the slight roll of your eyes at that part, your lips pinching together. "That's not even a good insult," you complained to him, flipping over to your other side so you were face to face with your boyfriend.
"Oh, yeah?" He asked, tapping you on the nose. Your face scrunched up when he did that, which was why he insisted on doing so in the first place.
"Yeah! Plus, I mean, Tai was supposed to be her friend and obviously her words hurt Cher, because she knew how touchy Cher was about the virgin thing in the first place! That was totally harsh, and I completely disagree-"
"Marry me."
Stiles froze, slapping his hand over his mouth as his bright brown eyes went wide with a mixture of pure terror and complete shock. Your expression did not exactly mirror his, though you had fallen silent the moment the words tumbled past his pink lips. "I mean, oh god, I just meant that- like, you know... shit- I didn't mean-"
"Babe?"
"...Yes?"
"Yes." At first he just blinked at you wordlessly, not quite registering the meaning behind your words. He thought you were repeating what he had just said, and then it dawned on him. He gulped, not bothering to fight off the smile that appeared on his face right then and there.
"Yes?!"
"Yes, you idiot!"
"Yes!" He cheered wildly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gently pushing you off him, racing to his bedroom. He returned with a red box, kneeling on the ground. "I have to do this properly, of course. I know you already said yes but... Y/N, the love of my life, will you please do me the honor of being my wife?"
"Did you just rhyme to propose to me?"
"...Yes."
