Five First Dates

“I want to get married,” Stiles says, petulantly.

Derek’s heart races at first, speeds with the excitement and exhilaration of the idea of it, before he realizes Stiles is holding Isaac’s wedding invitation, heavy cardstock with the pretentious french parfum wafting through the air.

“You just want presents,” he says, holding the door open and stepping back, so that Stiles can come in.

“No,” Stiles says. “I mean, yes, obviously I would have the world’s coolest registry and wouldn’t waste my time with crystal stemware, but that’s not my point.” He throws himself backwards onto Derek’s couch in a huff.

“You want to get married,” Derek repeats dryly.

“Exactly, my friend,” Stiles says, pointing at him. “Exactly.”