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Doctor Beverly Crusher

i miss siands writing so much i don't think ill ever stop 🥺

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they're all inside already. derek walked in with them and then made some piss poor excuse that he had to take a phone call so he could walk right back out not even 3 minutes later.

they believed it, especially since he's always on the phone with stiles these days.

and they teased him, 'why do you need a box of cereal when there's plenty of other meals in here??'

and derek is terrified that he's going to break. again.

he can feel that he wants to. there's a part of him, the biggest part, that is screaming don't you dare fucking do it. don't do it, you piece of shit. imagine his face, think of how stiles would look if he knew what you're thinking, you'd hurt his feelings so bad AGAIN and he doesn't fucking deserve anymore of your bullshit.

but then there's the part that's his dick.

he hasn't seen stiles in 2 months, he's horny, he's just a fucking man, alright ? It's not like he's going to fuck them, he's just looking. he's just going to get grinded on. that's all.

that's all, that's fucking all.

so he's standing outside a strip club, with a whole football team of men inside waiting for him, not able to actually call stiles because derek already told him he was going to sleep 2 hours ago, and this is what he does.

he doesn't drink much - or, well, it wasn't as bad as it used to be, he likes to tell himself - he doesn't cheat. but occasionally he'll lie through his teeth about the shit he and the team get up to.

the coke, the sex clubs, strippers, the shit talk.

he is so fucked up. he lies, derek does. yup, he really tells these lies.

his phone starts ringing and for a split second derek is petrified that its stiles calling to say he knows what derek's doing. he's known all along, he's waited to see how long it took derek to finally come clean and it's been too fucking long so he's done.

but he checks it, quick, to hurry up and get it over with like ripping a band aid off, and it's isaac of all people. he's not sure if he's relieved or disappointed.

derek accepts the call, 'what?' he answers, clipped. because he's horny and pissed and guilty and if it's not a drink, stiles or the lack of guilt then he doesn't want it.

'dont ask how I know, but you need to call an uber, get in it, go home, jerk off to some porn and then go the fuck to sleep.'

'how-'

'derek, shut the fuck up. you're acting like a bitch in heat. you need to do better, you promised him you were going to do better. you step foot into another strip club again then I'm telling him and I don't give a shit what'll happen to you after. I'm hanging up, go home.'

isaac hangs up.

derek pinches his nose in frustration, yells out 'fuck' scaring a group of girls walking by and then almost breaks his foot kicking the wall to his left.

he calls a fucking uber.

I went to his stream when he was trying to revive the pen...