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[instinct]

"Derek."
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leave a voicemail. or:
phonecalls. video calls. prank calls.
drunk dialing. wrong numbers.
texting. sexting. actionspam.

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1/?? i'm sorry for breaking your inbox in like this but not really.

[freaking]

[Stiles has just been stewing for the past few days, in between every freaking bizarre encounter he's had. He should be feeling great, honestly, because he's been having sex, thank you Crazy Experiment Island, but the high from that turned into a quick crash and burn as soon as Derek and Lydia happened.

Getting over her wasn't--hasn't been easy. Dating Aiden was a thing he could deal with, largely because he never had to imagine or see them making out or having sex even when they emerged disheveled, staggered one after the other, from some supply closet on the first floor of Beacon Hills High, but Derek is different. Their relationship has always been weird but Stiles had come to actually trust him, and seeing him with Lydia just--wrenched something sharp from behind his ribs, left him feeling raw and humiliated. He doesn't know if it feels like a betrayal, but it's something close, and the arousal twisting in his gut every time he thinks about it leaves a sour, ugly taste on the back of his tongue. Stiles wants to jerk off until his dick is chafed and he also wants to punch a hole in the wall and neither of those things bring him any satisfaction right now.

Scott leaves and Stiles doesn't even let himself come from down from it, stares down at his communicator, hair mussed and sweat-slick from sex, the need to lash out still prickling under his skin.]

[freaking]

i was going to preface this with 'we need to talk' but i'm thinking that's not quite right

actually i'm done for now!! yes

[freaking]

so once more, with feeling:

we're going to talk, and after we talk, unless we get off this island i don't want to fucking hear from you. or see you. i especially don't want to see you.

are we clear on the ground rules of this conversation because i don't want to deal with it more than once

[instinct]

Cute. No.

[afieldsmedal]

Are we going to talk about it?

[ it. ]

[instinct]

No.

(TEXT | PRIVATE | forward dated like an hour whatever)

[freaking]

did you mean it when you said i was an exception?

[What has compelled him to send this text?? Too early for anyone to know!!]

( TEXT | PRIVATE )

[instinct]

[ wow what an annoyingly complicated question. ]

If you really had no-one else to go to, I wouldn't turn you down.

[ not with a clean conscience, anyway. ]

( text )

[afieldsmedal]

What did you tell Stiles?

[ because she is very concerned.

totally...concerned...

and not at all interested in this sexting 'inability to lie' thing that stiles has got going on what about you derek shed some reluctant truths and sexier word vomit. ]

( text )

[instinct]

[ oh no he knows what this is about. he wants to shrug it off, or make some pithy remark about telling stiles to shut up, but unfortunately he's under the effects of truth serum. ]

How good it felt when you came on my dick.

Don't ask any more direct questions.

[ he really should have broken his device after running his mouth at stiles, but the last time he did that he had to pay to get a new one and he's getting short on cash. ]

(TEXT)

[freaking]

[Welcome to Sexting Part 2: The Reckoning. Same night, same rodeo, sometime around this part of his conversation with Lydia.]

so do you want to fuck me into a mattress?

or any flat surface. non-flat surfaces. wherever.

just for clarification and also masturbation fodder because i'm going to be up all night anyway, apparently

(TEXT)

[instinct]

[ up all night to get lucky, stiles? ]

We covered this.

(TEXT | PRIVATE | gotta get down on friday)

[freaking]

[Remember how Stiles said they'd just delete those messages and never speak of it again?? A few quiet, less-than-blissful (read: miserably, painfully horny) days go by and Lydia texts him with a plan and here they are again.

He also definitely didn't delete anything.]

can we talk?

on a scale from "i don't really care if you never get back to me" to "the world is actively ending and needs your attention" this is like...an 8. maybe 8.5.

(TEXT | PRIVATE )

[instinct]

Fine. What.

[ wow much romance very sweetheart. ]

(TEXT | PRIVATE) just milking this event for all it's worth lalala.

[freaking]

[If Stiles would just shut his communicator off and sequester himself in his apartment for one more day he could start keeping this shit to himself, if he wanted to. And he's not horny enough to be throwing himself desperately at anyone again, thank god, but he's just--thinking. Thinking is a problem when you feel the compulsory itch to overshare.]

hey.

what if i told you i'd do it again?

without the aphro, or whatever.

(TEXT | PRIVATE)

[instinct]

[ derek's first, immediate reaction is i don't do repeats but it's not true so he can't make himself type it. even if he wants to stop stiles from heading down this conversational path. ]

I wouldn't exactly be surprised, if you told me that.

[ because of course stiles would do it again, he pretty clearly enjoyed himself. ]

With Lydia?

video.

[auditor]

I take it you're doing well.

[ she's had her ear to the ground in the event a hot, gruff dude gets knifed. but nada. claudia worries, still. ]

video.

[instinct]

Not dead. It's been an interesting week.

voice

[wontturntofoam]

Hello?

[This might be a somewhat familiar voice by now, although Derek won't have heard Shrieky sounding as strained as he does right now.]

I think... I believe I require your assistance.

voice

[instinct]

[ wow, just voice. hadn't shrieky himself been advocating against that? ]

Okay.

[ there's something expectant at the end of that, the uptone, even though he thinks he might know what's coming. but it's been the kind of week to use as few a words as possible. ]

voice.

[auditor]

[ this is a new one for her, but when she speaks, she sounds tired. defeated and ragged. that's enough for the moment. ]

I need a favor.

voice.

[instinct]

[ he has to admit, of all the people who have come to him since his post and used those four words, he wasn't exactly expecting this one. ]

What is it?

text; BACKDATED TO THE 5TH

[ofarrowhead]

There's a thing at the Hob. You'll want to be here.

ooc: figured she would tell him about the rebellion group. I'd have the link handy, but I'm contacting about 3235453 people for 3536232 things. There's a log up on the first page of the log comm though.

ah yes good ty for this!

[instinct]

Thanks.

(VOICE)

[freaking]

[Hey babe what's cookin'. Stiles is playing messenger thanks to this super fun conversation.]

Allison thinks you're a coward. Told me to pass that on. I'd deliver the message in class note form but that's so much effort.