So, this was supposed to be a complete one-shot, but then I got all of these reviews and favorites and follows, and I can't let down those people who followed, like they might get updates, so, you know, update. Probably the last one, because this is just a random piece of fluff attached to an already complete story, but yeah. What can I say? I'm a sucker for compliments.

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"Wait, I can hear you but I can't see you? Where are you?"

"Hang on sweetie, I think I just need to- aha! Is that better?"

Scott smiles in relief as Allison's beautiful face materializes in the chat window. "There you are. I missed you."

"I missed you too baby," she says, adjusting her camera so the feed is more squarely on her face. "What's up? How's the roommate?"

Scott sighs tremendously and flops his shaggy head into his arms. "I think you mean roommates."

Her perfect eyebrows rise in confusion. "Did you and Stiles have somebody else move into your apartment? Who? Why? Where are they even sleeping, I thought it was a two bedroom?"

"It's Derek," Scott groans, "he's in our apartment, like all the time now that he and Stiles finally got a clue."

"I thought you were glad about that?"

"I was, but that was before Stiles and Derek decided they were gonna be the most sickeningly cute couple in the existence of ever!"

Allison chuckles. "They can't be that bad. There's a girl in my dorm whose boyfriend leaves roses in the hall leading up to her room every single time they have a date. Compared to that, Stiles and Derek are nothing."

"Oh, Allison," Scott moans in distress, "you have no idea. They cannot keep their hands off of each other. Stiles gets up to get popcorn from the kitchen when they're watching a movie, and Derek goes with him, Stiles' nose itches, Derek scratches it. I'm pretty sure they even go to the bathroom together, and I have no idea why they would want to-" Scott pauses, mouth freezing in horror. "I don't want to think about it, oh god I don't want to think about it, I'd been wondering why they were taking so long..."

Scott had hoped, back when it all first started, that Stiles and Derek wouldn't be too into PDA. He was glad Stiles had finally gotten what he wanted and all, but after the first time he'd walked into their apartment and found Stiles and Derek wrapped up on the couch, trying to cuddle their way into a two person pretzel, Scott had honestly felt more awkward than supportive. Stiles is practically his brother. Scott doesn't want to see all of that. But since Stiles is practically his brother, Stiles also doesn't care what Scott has to say about him and Derek, and cuddles to his heart's content.

It's not watching Stiles get all up close and personal with somebody that's the most weird, though, (Stiles has always been a fairly huggy guy,) it's watching Derek. Derek, Scott's Alpha, nuzzling his way into the crook of Stiles' neck with a private little smile. Derek with the leather jacket and scowl kissing Stiles' cheek and whispering romantic little nothings into his ear that Scott can totally hear, thank you very much, he's a werewolf and is definitely not deaf just because he's on the other side of the coffee table. For god's sake, it's Derek with the broody past and penchant for angst grinning from ear to ear when he play-tackles Stiles into their lint covered carpet. Gotcha, he whispered, and Stiles giggled -giggled!- and said something about him being the one to tame the mountain lion, which Scott totally didn't understand.

"And they've got all of these inside jokes already too, and whenever one of them brings it up, they just make goo-goo eyes at each other and look at me meaningfully like they want me to leave so they can just- ah! No, don't want to think about that either."

Stiles would say 'pass the salt,' at the dinner table (okay, chairs clustered around the kitchen counter, they didn't really have money for a dinner table yet,) and Derek would crack up from his spot right next to Stiles at their not-quite-dinner-table, bumping their shoulders together. Derek would say 'and I snapped that rubber band,' in the middle of a conversation, apropo of nothing, and Stiles would snicker and then lean forward with some gooey expression on his face and rub their noses together.

"I kind of think that they invented their own secret language or something and they're actually having coded conversations," Scott grumbles.

Allison looks thoughtful. "I could actually see Stiles doing that."

"That's not my point! I'm just saying-"

"Wait!" Allison gasps, "Important question! Who's the little spoon? Do you know?"

"Allison-"

"Just work with me Scott. I can't be there myself so I need to know all of the gossipy details from you."

Scott sighs. He can never say no to Allison. "Derek. Derek's the little spoon."

"No way!"

It had surprised Scott too. Walking into Stiles' room to see Derek asleep on Stiles' bed, face mushed into one of the batman logos on the bedspread, Scott had thought that Derek was alone, until he saw the extra hand wrapped around Derek's torso and pressed into his sternum. Stiles had been almost entirely hidden behind Derek's massive torso and chest, but there he was, cuddling the Alpha like a stuffed animal.

"That's just adorable," Allison coos. "Stiles broke the Alpha."

"Kind of," Scott muses. "I mean, apparently they're mates or something, which is a really super rare werewolf thing, like one in a million true love whatever, so yeah, Derek's brain has kind of melted and he has an excuse, but... come on! I live here too!"

Allison tilts her head to the side, thinking. She's so smart. "You know, I'm pretty sure we were just as bad in high school."

"What?"

"We were being 'sickeningly cute' kind of all the time. Can't really judge Stiles and Derek for doing the same thing. Love is a heady thing."

"We weren't 'sickeningly cute' in high school!" Scott protests.

"Sure we were. Stiles was always complaining about us being really corny and cheesy and overly romantic. Actually, everyone made a little bit of a fuss about it."

"We weren't being overly romantic! When are we overly romantic?"

Allison rolls her eyes. Her pretty, pretty eyes that Scott could just get lost in...

"Scott! Scott! Were you listening to what I just said?"

"What? Sorry, I was just getting lost in your eyes again," Scott says ruefully.

"See! That!" Allison exclaims, waving a hand excitedly at the camera. "Scott, I love you, but we can be sickeningly cute too."

Scott gasps. "I just had an idea! What if its all an act that Stiles set up as payback for making him feel awkward in high school?"

Allison smiles sweetly. "It's been almost a month, baby. I don't think it's an act. Can't they just really care about each other?"

"I guess..." Scott mutters, rubbing a hand through his dark hair before perking up and glancing over his shoulder. "They're coming down the hall, I hear footsteps-"

The door flies open, revealing a grinning Stiles, hand in hand with Derek. "Allison!" Stiles crows, leaping into the view of the camera, blocking Scott's face with his own. "It has been too long, my darling!"

Allison laughs. "I missed you too Stiles."

"Hey, did you know that Scott has a stalker wall with pictures of you?"

"He does?" Allison asks, looking at Scott dubiously.

Scott blushes, and mutters something about the wall being a collage for his multimedia class.

"It's a stalker wall," Stiles stage whispers to Allison. "But don't worry, he does it out of love. Creepy, creepy obsessive love."

Scott shoves Stiles away from the camera. "Don't listen to him. Weren't you going somewhere, Stiles?"

Stiles nods, turning to Derek so he can grab both of the older man's hands. "Me and Der-Der were gonna go grab coffee. You want anything Scott?"

"Nah."

"Mkay. Guess it'll just be a caramel mocha and a vanilla macchiato for us," Stiles says, slyly flicking his eyes towards Derek.

Derek leans forward to press their foreheads together. "It's so sweet that you know my coffee order."

Stiles runs a finger across Derek's cheekbone, murmuring, "no sweeter than you, baby."

What follows next is the most horrifying display of tongue sucking that Scott has ever seen, made no less horrifying by the fact that it's his brother and his Alpha macking on each other in the middle of his room.

"Guys! Guys!" he hollers frantically, before his brain can get too traumatized. "Go and get your stupid coffee and a room while you're at it! Not," he amends, "the room that shares a wall with mine."

"Yeesh Scott," Stiles grumbles, detaching his mouth from Derek's, but staying mostly wrapped around him. "Thought you were being supportive."

"Let's just go, babe," Derek whispers in Stiles' ear, even though Scott can hear him. "Maybe we'll see about that room too."

"Bye Allison!" Stiles chirps, and hightails it out of Scott's room, Derek trailing behind him, still holding Stiles' hand.

Scott turns back to his computer screen to be greeted by the most disturbed expression he has ever seen on Allison's face.

"I think," she says slowly, "all of my teeth just rotted out of my mouth."

At least Allison is on his side.

XXXXX

Stiles locks the apartment door and he and Derek both sigh in relief.

"Man," Stiles groans, "freaking Scott out is hilarious, but it is tiring to have to keep coming up with new pet names all the time."

Derek grunts in agreement.

"Plus," Stiles adds as they enter the elevator, "I never realized how emasculating all of that cuddling would be when I came up with Super Nefarious Adorableness Plan To Make Scott Regret His Evil Ways. Not to mention how hot cuddling gets. It's so nice to not be overheating."

"And have some elbow room," Derek comments from where he's leaning against the opposite side of the elevator, looking all sex-on-a-stick-y.

"Tell me about it," Stiles groans. "What do you think, one more week of Plan SNAPTMSRHEW before we call it off and let Scott in on the joke?"

Derek nods, but his eyes flick off to the side. Stiles knows that look. He doesn't need werewolf lie detector senses to know that look.

"Unless you don't want to..." he ventures.

Derek coughs. "It's, uh, I wouldn't mind keeping some of the cuddling. Some!"

Stiles could just die. Embarrassed Derek. Another checkmark on the list of Rare Derek Reactions.

"I'm sure we can make that work, Der-Der."

"Don't call me Der-Der."

"Shut up, you love it and me."

Derek doesn't say anything, but he does give Stiles a peck and take his hand when they walk out of the elevator.