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[lupusalpha]

This place has a sick sense of humor.

[Private to Mae, Lydia and Allison]

Stiles is back.

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[lupusalpha]

[He growls, but takes a step back]

This is ridiculous. I'm not going to grovel-

[brobeforehos]

[Oh, so now there's growling? The second he growls, she is jumping up to her feet, defensive.]

It's not grovelling, Derek - it's not apologizing just because you think that'll get me off your back. Don't give me your pity sorries, I don't need or want them. If you don't like me, fine. If you don't want me around, tough. I'm not going to stop calling you out just because it grates you when I speak.

[lupusalpha]

Get off your high horse, Mae.

[That's it. That's all he's going to say, because he's walking away now, to his bedroom where Stiles is asleep, curling around a pillow, and closing the door.]

[brobeforehos]

Get fucked, Derek.

[See, this is bad. Visceral and mean and angry, and he leaves her in the middle of the room, panting practically because she's angry, and unable to barge in because that would wake Stiles up. She crashes down on the couch, drags her hands against her face, and tries to get back to breathing normally, rather than thinking of why exactly he bothers her so much and so often.]