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  1. Rec *

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    “Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.

    “Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

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    11 Apr 2015

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    “Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

    Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

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    29 Mar 2015

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    At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.

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    4 Mar 2015

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    It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.

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    25 Feb 2015

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    He catches Derek by the arm and Derek lets himself be turned, surprised when Stiles shoves a small box into his hands. “I don’t know if you still celebrate it or what but… I wanted you to know someone was thinking about you. Happy birthday.”

    Then he squeezes Derek’s arm and bolts, gone before Derek can think to stop him.

    He opens the box standing there, only to find one singular, misshapen, sloppily-frosted, cupcake, with a candle in the box next to it. It’s kind of squished despite the paper towel all around it to keep it from banging around in the box.

    Derek has to take a moment to sit down because yeah, he can’t deny it anymore.

    He’s gone on Stiles.

    OR: Pining fic, because I'm as bad at summaries as I am at titles!

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    11 Feb 2015