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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

Stiles wandered away from the door to the other side of the loft so that he wouldn’t be able to listen in, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to interrupt if Scott said something stupid. He loved him, he really did, and Scott’s heart was absolutely in the right place, but he was a complete dumbass. Of course knew part of that was to do with him presenting as an alpha, and that was probably just as daunting as Stiles’ experience has been, but Lydia hadn’t been this stupid-


Scott was still keeping a level gaze on Derek, though he knew it would probably be stupid to challenge Derek in any way. Not right now, anyway. Derek had some considerable weight on him. And experience. But that wouldn’t always be the case.

He could smell Stiles, though his scent was- maybe not clouded, but different. Masked mostly by Derek’s, he was sure. And though he hates to admit it he was sure he could smell evidence of them having-

Scott shuffled around where he stood, now looking anywhere but at Derek.

“It’s weird,” he said finally, his voice hard. “It’s weird that the two of you never did anything before. If he’s your mate then you’d have at least fancied him. He’s always been into you, like always, so i get why he’s so swept up in this. This whole thing is like his dream come true. But you-“ Scott looked up again, his expression definitely challenging this time. “You don’t think it’s a bit of a fucking coincidence? I mean, jackpot for you, right? This kid that’s already in love with you turns out to be an omega, and suddenly he’s your mate? Suddenly you wanna kiss him all the time and, bonus, he’s a virgin. Lucky you, huh?” Scott took a breath. “I know you’ve slept together,” he added, as though that were a secret.”he’d probably have slept with you anyway, but now you’ve got to be with him forever.”


Stiles couldn’t hear a lot of the conversation from where he’d sat, purposefully, but Scott’s voice was getting louder and it was a difficult to not make out the words. He grit his teeth and held himself back. He didn’t think he was that bad- it wouldn’t be so awful to be with him forever, would it?