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[instinct]

"Derek."
[ beep ]

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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.

[freaking]

wrong answer

[instinct]

There's nothing to talk about.

[freaking]

so we're just gonna ignore the fact that i walked in on you fucking a girl i was in love with for half my life.

[instinct]

Yes.

[freaking]

i get that you're completely freaking incapable of navigating any interpersonal relationships without leading them towards an awful, miserable, inevitable crash and burn but guess what? you don't do that to anyone you give even one ounce of a shit about

[instinct]

Guess I didn't realize things between you and Lydia had progressed beyond desperate one-sided pining.

[freaking]

and i didn't realize you'd expanded your interests beyond serial-killing psychopaths.

[instinct]

I'm not interested in Lydia.

[freaking]

maybe try telling that to your dick next time

[Except Stiles has no room to talk this week, and he's smart enough to know it's not just them, but he's not all that interested in being rational right now.]

[instinct]

I'm only going to say this once, because it's none of your business: I didn't want it to happen. She didn't want it to happen. It is never going to happen again. Now stop texting me.

[freaking]

fine, whatever. i needed to go restock my brain bleach anyway.

[instinct]

[ aaaaand that's it, good talk. ]

[afieldsmedal]

Are we going to talk about it?

[ it. ]

[instinct]

No.

[afieldsmedal]

Okay! Good.

[ good. talking means acknowledging. none of that anymore. ]

[instinct]

[ the first message is prompt. this one comes about den hours later, deep into the morning. ]

I'm sorry.

[afieldsmedal]

I thought we weren't doing this.

[instinct]

[ he doesn't reply to this one. ]

(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 | PRIVATE )

[freaking]

[Allow him to chew on that for a minute.]

i'd rather go to you than a stranger.

[Addendum:]

even though you're an asshole

[It's not a lie, so.]