Scott and Derek had been sneezing around all week now. I didn't know what they were doing and with Scott hogging my boyfriend, I'd had no time with him and I was getting annoyed.

I was walking through the house when I smelt Derek and Scott. I silenced my footfalls so as not to alert them of my presence and snuck in behind them. Just as my hands hit the doorknob there was sudden commotion and as I threw the door open Scott shoved a piece of paper into his mouth.

My eyebrows shot up. "What are you two idiots doing?" I snapped.

"Uh... Nothing!" Scott said around the paper in his mouth.

I scoffed, rolling gym eyes and walked away. "Whatever." Then I went upstairs. I curled up in the bed and got under the covers, costing my eyes to try and sleep. It was late and it had been a very long day.

"Uh, you okay?" A deep voice sounded behind me.

"I'm fine, Derek. Go back to Scott and do whatever secret, important thing you're doing," I huffed, pulling my pillow close to cuddle with it.

"So, you're not okay then? Are you mad at me?" He asked.

"I'm not mad at you," I answered shortly.

"You seem pretty-"

"I'm not mad at you," I repeated vehemently.

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll see you in the morning." Then he left.

Whatever. I would just lay here by myself then and fall asleep... It didn't really go as plan. Or work. In any way. At all.

As I tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable, I found it just wasn't the same without Derek. I sighed heavily to myself and realized I just really wanted to cuddle with him like we usually did. I missed him. A lot.

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-Derek's POV-

She's so mad at me...

I walked back down to see Scott gagging, the moist, slobbery piece of paper on the table. I rolled my eyes. "I don't know if I'm the person to help you with this..." Scott began, looking up at me. "I don't know how to propo-"

"Sh!" I snapped, reminding him that Y/n was jut upstairs. Scott put his hands up in surrender, looking back at me resignedly.

"Maybe you should ask Kira. Or better yet, Lydia. Or, I don't know, my mom or something. I'm not really-" Scott began again.

"No," I snapped. I couldn't picture myself going to Melissa or Lydia for girl advice. I'd feel stupid. I didn't ask help from anybody. When I did, it was from Scott and Scott only. I'd already threatened him with his life if he admitted to anyone that I'd needed help.

The thing was, I was usually pretty smooth when it came to woman. But things were different with Y/n. I wasn't just goofing off. I was older and I really loved her and J wanted to take that next step...

The thing was, she made me feel awkward and nervous again like I had so long ago. I loved it, of course, as I loved every way she made me feel. However, I hated how incapable it made me. I stuttered around her and slipped up and did silly things and I wasn't used to doing that. It was... Really weird.

I was Derek. The big bad, sassy wolf. I was scary and intimidating. I'd survived psycho girlfriends and raging killers and heck even going back in friggin time and becoming my teenage self all over again. And yet... And yet...

And yet when I was with Y/n, she made me feel human. Frail and weak and breakable. It was great to have someone look at me closer than the "sexy sour wolf" or whatever. I could scare most people off with a glare. Like Stiles. I looked at him and he was nervous and weak-kneed and scared for his life.

But I didn't intimidate Y/n. And that intimidated me.

"Look..." I sighed, rubbing my face. I didn't need to get all dark and angry on Scott he was trying to help me. "I don't want to mess this up. I really like this girl, okay? And if I go to Lydia or your mom... That's... It's weird, okay?"

Scott seemed to understand. He clapped his hands together. "Okay. Then let's finish this so you can make your girlfriend your fiancé and then, one day, your wife." Scott smiled over at me as of already congratulating me.

"You think she'll say yes?" I asked.

"I'm sure she will."

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-Your POV-

I woke up that morning to an empty bed.

I sighed and got up, showering and dressing and then generally getting ready for my day. I left our loft for my phone to ring. Not sure who could be calling me other than the Pack for something important, I answered immediately.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Y/n? Oh thank goodness! You need to come to Scott's house. Like, now!" It was Stiles and he sounded worried sick.

"Be right there," I responded, hanging up and raving immediately. I slowed to a stop as I reached the familiar house, expecting a huge monster or hunters or some danger. Nothing. Everything was completely ordinary. An eyebrow shot up.

"Y/n!" Someone called. I turned to see Derek approaching me. He was smiling widely and he had a small box for me, about as big as my hand. "Here. Happy Birthday..." He remembered? How? I'd forgotten today was my birthday.

I took the box and opened it. There was a small cupcake inside and I took it out. Derek took the box. "Thanks..." I smiled up at him.

"Eat it," Derek encouraged.

I chuckled. "Okay..." I took a bite and as I chewed, my eyes fell down on the dark cake. Chocolate, my favorite. I saw a flash of so,etching and my eyebrows knit. I slipped my fingers into the cake and took out a small, metal... "Ring," I whispered.

Derek took it gently from my hands and wiped it on his shirt, getting all the cake off. I stared at him, wide eyed. He got down on a knee and I almost dropped the cake. I swallowed hard, realizing my bite was still in my mouth,

"Y/n? Will you do me the honor of making me one of the luckiest men alive and becoming my-"

"YES!" I screamed, tackling him. He laughed as he stood, making the embrace less awkward. My hands were shaking and we were both laughing as Scott came up and took the cupcake from me, it it in the box, and then stepped back.

"Did you help him plan this?" I breathed out, totally and completely overwhelmed.

Scott smiled, proud. "Yeah."

I looked at Derek with a huge grin. "I love you," I whispered.

He smiled back. "I love you too."