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How terrible of a friend do you have to be to not tell your best friend you are already married? It’s gotta be a shitty thing to do, right? But the thing is, he swears he told him. Right after it happened and everything! To be fair on them though, they weren't dating before they got married. It was kind of spur of the moment.
“Stiles, you need to stay back.” Scott sighed. “This thing seems to like to go for those who are alone, so it won’t be just you.”
“Yeah, we’ll be single bro’s back here together!” Isaac snickered.
“Uh,” Stiles looked over at Derek, who just looked as confused as him. “Scotty, my bro, my guy, my dude. That’s what you’re not understanding, I am not single.”
“Stiles, there is no shame in being single. We can go back to you being in denial later.” Jackson mocked, earning a smack from Lydia.
“Ignore him, but he is right about there being no shame.”
“Seriously?” Stiles whined. “Why do all of you think I am single?”
“Because you are?” Erica grinned, looking at Boyd who gave Stiles a small apologetic smile. It was kind of funny how he always apologized on her behalf.
“Derek, come on, tell them!” Stiles cried out.
“He isn’t single,” Derek crossed his arms.
“Wait, what?” Scott yelped. “Since when! And why does Derek know and I don’t?”
“Scott, I swear I told you.” The spastic man groaned. “And of course he knows!”
“No, but I am your best friend. So why does Derek know and not me?” The overgrown puppy looked severely offended. If Stiles wasn’t so annoyed, he would have laughed.
“Because he’s the one I am with?” Stiles motioned between them.
“Hold up,” Erica cut in, looking pissed. “You two are dating?”
“I mean, more than that.” Stiles grinned up at Derek, who gave him a fond look. “We’re married.”
It was dead silent, everyone looking at them like they grew three heads before they all started shouting.
“When the hell did this happen?” Scott grabbed Stiles’ shoulders, glaring at him.
“Uh, like 2 years ago?” Stiles looked over at Derek. “Hey, what’s the date?”
“It’s been over 2 years,” Derek rolled his eyes. “You would think you’d remember our anniversary.”
Stiles slowly turned red, Derek giving him a smug look. The younger man glared at him, wanting so badly to throw something at him, but knew it would be useless.
“2 years,” Scott muttered, eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, a couple years ago you said you married Derek when we were playing video games.”
“See! I knew I told you!” Stiles beamed.
“I thought you were joking!” Scott cried out.
“Nah, bruh. Married him as soon as I became of legal age.” Stiles snickered, winking at his grumpy husband. “We kinda skipped the whole, will they won't they dating shit. Why wait when you know they’re the one?”
“That’s actually really sweet.” Allison cooed, Lydia and Erica joining in.
“Didn’t think I would ever get rid of him, easier to just give in.” Derek shrugged, chuckling at Stiles' indignant cry.
“Okay, you know what? No more cuddles for a week.” Stiles pouted. He received a raised eyebrow in return, the smug bastard knowing Stiles will cave in after a couple of hours. “Okay, fuck you too bud.”
“See, this is why I didn’t believe it!” Scott pointed at him accusingly. “You two argue all the time and Stiles throws things at him constantly.”
“Scott, it’s called foreplay.” Stiles cackled at Derek’s glare.
“Stiles,” he grumbled.
“Oh come on, it’s hilarious and you know it.” Stiles skipped over to his husband, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Derek scowled, smacking the back of Stiles’ head with one hand while the other wrapped around his waist.
“I always thought Derek just surrendered to Stiles’ need to touch everyone.” Isaac muttered, earning a chorus of agreement from everyone else.
“I did,” Derek shrugged. “But he also did it after a couple months of knowing each other.”
“Hey, bros just gotta give hugs.” Stiles cackled. “Toxic masculinity sucks!”
“No,” Derek nipped at Stiles’ ear. “You are not ranting about that again.”
“Fine,” he pouted, settling to just cuddle in.
“Okay, what about your dad?” Jackson cut in. “He clearly doesn’t know.”
“Uh, he was one of our witnesses.” Stiles pointed out, dislodging from the werewolf.
“Peter was the other,” Derek added on.
“I feel kind of offended I wasn’t there,” Erica pouted, Boyd smirking a little. She looked at Boyd accusingly, turning to face him fully. “Wait, I know that smirk.”
“Oh shit,” Stiles whispered.
“No,” She whispered in betrayal. “You were there!”
“They forced me to drag them to the courthouse after a fight.” Boyd shrugged. “I did tell you where I was.”
“Oh my god,” Erica held her head in her hands, before looking up at Scott on realization. “We both got flat-out told they got married and we both thought it was a joke!”
“Rings!” Allison shouted. “Where are the rings!”
“Uh, right here?” Stiles held up his hand, showing his titanium ring.
“No, that’s a fidget one. I see you play with it all the time.” Scott shook his head.
“Yeah, Derek picked it out specifically so I had something to fiddle with.” Stiles grinned at the other man, loving the small blush he got in return.
“Okay, and where is Dereks?” Lydia crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. Derek blinked and reached under his shirt, pulling out a long silver chair with a black titanium ring on it.
“I can’t wear it on my finger because of shifting.” Derek shrugs.
“Fucking hell,” Scott looked like he was having an existential crisis. “You have been married for 2 years.”
“Yeah,” Stiles shifted on his feet. “So can we go deal with this monster now?”
“After, we sit down and talk about who proposed to whom.” Erica pointed at them accusingly.
“Oh, easy. Derek proposed to me.” Stiles snickered. “We had just finished fighting those stupid hunters. We were laying on the ground catching our breath when he said he wanted to marry me.”
"I said it as a joke," Derek rolled his eyes. "Should have realised he would take it and run with it."
“Skipped past the whole dating thing and went right to marriage,” Stiles chuckled.
“Shut up, Stiles.” Derek sighed.
“No, come on. It’s cute.” Stiles teased, loving the eye roll he got in return.
“How did you know you would last?” Allison asked innocently.
“I hadn’t got rid of his dumbass yet,” Derek shrugged. “And he was always there.”
“Also helped I kept waxing poetics about his ass every chance I got,” Stiles snickered.
“You guys are literally bro husbands,” Isaac looked bewildered. “How the hell is that possible?”
“Easy,” Stiles shrugged. “I’m chaotic and he's rational. Plus lots of communication.”
“He’s rational?” Boyd smirked. “I seem to remember him panicking over you deciding to go on a walk while drunk.”
“One time!” Stiles cried out, getting a laugh from Boyd and Derek. “But yes, you panicked and it was hilarious.”
“And how would you know? You were too drunk to remember.” The older man shook his head. He looked suspiciously at a grinning Stiles and Boyd who wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Did you record it and send it to him?”
“Hell yeah, and good luck deleting it. It’s my treasure.” Stiles cackled.
“Sorry,” Boyd shrugged.
“Okay,” Lydia clapped her hands. “As adorable and funny this is, we need to deal with this witch.”
“Afterwards, I want to hear everything.” Erica smirked. “And I mean everything.”
“Nope, I don’t want that trauma.” Scott covered his ears, walking out the door.
“So we can agree, I go.” Stiles started walking towards the door.
“Dammit, I’m left alone now!” Isaac cried out.
“No shame in being single,” Stiles shouted back, cackling in glee at everyone's groans.
“We’re never going to hear the end of this,” Jackson groaned.