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not mine, but this is just so gooood everyone has to see this

“Isaac thought you and Derek were mates?”

“I know, right?” Stiles exclaimed, throwing himself down onto his bed.

There was a disturbing pause before Scott’s voice came through the phone again. “Uh…”

Stiles’ eyes snapped wide open. “I know that uh. That is not a good uh. What does that uh mean?”

Scott hesitated again. “Just that…I can…kindofseewhyhethoughtthat?”

Stiles sat straight up, throwing his legs off the side of the bed. “Tell me - with emphasis and in great detail - exactly what you mean.”

“Well, it was Allison who brought it up originally…”

“Oh my God!” Allison, too?

“And then when I started really paying attention…”

“Oh my God…”

“And my scenting has been getting so much better…”

“Oh my God.

“And it didn’t take much to figure out who the, uh, arousal,” Scott was blushing, no doubt about it - but so was Stiles. “Who the arousal was for,” he forced out, eventually.

This was pretty much the worst way this conversation could possibly have gone. Rather than Stiles getting his own chance to share the news, Scott had simply sniffed the gayness out of him. “This is probably a conversation we should’ve had in person.”

“Stiles, I don’t care. You have to know I don’t care about that at all, right?”

Closing his eyes, Stiles nodded to himself. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat, eager to move on. “I still say the ‘mate’ business is a leap, though. I mean, just because I think Derek isn’t vomit-inducing to look at, doesn’t mean-”

“Uh,” Scott interrupted.

Oh, man. “With the uh again, seriously?” He shook his head. The sooner they got this over with, the better. Then he could go to bed and forget this entire conversation ever happened. “Okay, just get on with it. Tell me what I’m missing.”

“Sorry, I-” Scott stop-started. “I thought I…although I guess I wasn’t really-”

Scott.” Seriously, Stiles was dying here. A tortured man could only go through so much.

Scott finally put him out of his misery. “The, uh…arousal.” Scott was plainly never going to be able to say that word without hesitating first. “It wasn’t…just you. It’s from…both of you.” He paused. “To each other.”

…Stiles was pretty sure the expression on his face was going to stay there for the next fifty years.


this video is for sodomymcscurvylegs because his favorite game is heavy rain obviously (not my video)