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Stiles is inching towards his dad’s office. He is literally a step away from just plastering his ear to the door because what the hell could his boyfriend and his dad be talking about right now without him? That’s when the front door opens.
“Scott!” Stiles yells, always excited to see his best friend, but then there are more people coming through the door. “What are you doing here, bro? Allison? Erica? Boyd? Isaac? Jesus. Everyone is here. Oh, hey, Laura, where’s your other half - ” Stiles doesn’t get to finish before he sees who he’s talking about. “Lydia!”
He practically runs to them, hugging each of them in turn, still surprised to see them. “What are you doing here?” he asks anyone who will answer.
Scott shrugs, answering for the group. “Derek just kind of growled at us until we agreed to fly out here and meet at your house. He also refused to say why.”
Stiles frowns at that. Why is Derek being secretive? Seriously? After two years of working his ass off in this relationship, Stiles does not need to be back in the secretive stage. So that’s why Stiles turns around to storm straight into his dad’s office, but he is greeted by Derek before he can make it to the door.
More specifically, Derek on his knee.
“Fuck,” Stiles breathes out. Surprised doesn’t even describe him right now. Even his friends are shocked to the point of silence. Then his dad is just behind Derek with a smile on his face. Fuck.
“Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” Derek tells Stiles with a small smile, and Stiles can’t help but smile back. “I love you, Stiles. You’re the only person I know who doesn’t get annoyed with how easily I assume things.” Well, doesn’t that take Stiles back to happy memories of him supposedly dating Allison? “You’re the only person who doesn’t just let me sulk but makes me explain why I’m sulking before letting me sulk. You’re the only person who knows me well enough - ” Stiles tries not to laugh as Derek gives Laura a pointed look, “to know when not to push me to talk and luckily, you talk enough for the both of us.”
No one is talking still, which somewhere in the back of his mind, Stiles thinks is weird, but he’s too busy focusing on Derek reaching out to grab his hand. “Stiles Stilinski,” he says formally and then gives Stiles a small glare. “When do I get to learn your first name?”
“The honeymoon,” Stiles says with a smile.
“Oh? The honeymoon?” Derek teases. “Do I still have to ask?” Then he laughs as Stiles nods his head enthusiastically. “Stiles, will you marry me?”
“Of course I will, Sourwolf,” Stiles whispers as Derek slides the ring over his finger. He pulls Derek up, and they kiss with all of their friends now laughing and clapping. Stiles looks over his shoulder at them and sees Allison and Lydia holding hands as tears leak from their eyes. Laura has her arm around Lydia’s waist but looks equally emotional. Scott is beaming, his eyes watery as well. Erica is laughing and saying something to Boyd, who is just smiling. Isaac has the smallest reaction of all, but his thoughts are basically shouting in the room.
All of them – his friends and his dad – are happy to see this. Stiles turns back to look at Derek, who has the biggest smile Stiles has ever seen on him. He kisses his fiancé. His fiancé. Stiles doesn’t think it gets better than this.
He has the perfect friends, the best dad. And now?
Now, he has his Sourwolf. For the rest of his life.