What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He wondered what Scott would say. But then something else- what if Isaac was Scott’s mate? He was reaching, he knew that. Scott has never had any inclination towards men, but he and Isaac had always been close, they had a bond different to the one Stiles had with Scott, and Stiles had been jealous, very jealous. But what if that was the reason? The same reason he’d always been drawn to Derek? The thought excited him, but he was just a hopeless romantic now. He wanted everyone to find their mates.
Stiles wasn’t disappointed that Derek couldn’t immediately tell if he was pregnant or not. Even he knew it would take a few days at the very least for anything to be obvious. And he’d tried to quell that want, he wanted to stop hoping every time they had sex.
All of the affection aimed at Isaac pleased Stiles on a very protective level, the way he was sure Derek felt it, too. They were their betas, their happiness was important.
“You want us to help him through his heats?” Erica raised her eyebrows, but she looked as though the thought was quite far up her list of things that were totally acceptable. And okay, it had just been Stiles who hadn’t noticed. “I think maybe he’d be better with a big strong alpha-“ she grinned.
Stiles knew she was teasing, and he knew that was never going to happen. Derek wouldn’t do that. But still, he frowned, pressing possessively back against his mate.
“No?” Erica beamed. “What about Scott?”
Stiles couldn’t help the flush that rose in his cheeks, guilty of having been thinking exactly that.
“Oooh-“ Erica leant in close to him, her eyes wide. “What about Scott, huh, Stiles?”
Isaac was staring at him too. Stiles couldn’t work out his feelings from the still dazed expression on his face, but he desperately wanted to back out of the conversation.