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    The doctor pulled out the teacher's chair and sat across from Steve, his hands folded and his face solemn and kindly. "It happens once in a while," he said. His voice was soft and gentle, and irrationally, it made Steve angry. Such ugly news ought to be delivered in a more fitting tone. "The most likely cause is that your intended mate died before you were born or shortly after they were born, before the bond had time to fully form. It's called a Type C or a Type--"

    Steve wasn't interested in the terminology. "Is that why I'm... like this?" He gestured down at his frail, sickly body.

    "Probably," the doctor said. "There are some further tests we can give you, down at the hospital, to determine--"

    "Why bother?" Steve growled, slumping back in his chair and crossing his arms. "My mate is dead and no one else is going to want me, not like this." Tears stung his eyes and he blinked them back furiously.

    "It's also possible, though less likely, that you're a Type A -- firstborn of the pairing -- but that your mate has simply not yet been born," the doctor said.

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    02 May 2017

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    Steve finds the flowers on his doorstep. In the slack grip of an unconscious HYDRA agent.

    Sam raises an eyebrow. “Oh, this is real cute, Rogers. Your man knows how to do it. First flowers, then the douchebag looking to assassinate you. You bet your ass the next thing he sends’ll be a ring and a note proposing.”

    Steve's face flushes the colour of the communist flag.

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    For the request: "Stiles visits a wolf rescue/sanctuary type thing (like the one TW donated to!!) and gets really friendly with the pack alpha and then he comes back and Derek is all angsty because /another alpha's scent is all over Stiles/."
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    “You’re the one,” he huffs, “you’re the one who was always trying to assure me that my past relationships were unhealthy. That I deserved something better. And this? This is your idea of healthy?”

    “Are you seriously throwing that in my face?” Stiles demands, tears suddenly pricking at his eyes. He wipes them away roughly, jamming his hand in his pocket. “That’s- that’s pretty shitty, dude.”

    “Are you kidding me?” Derek seethes. How is this happening? How on Earth is this spiraling so badly? “I’m throwing it in your face? You go around pretending we’re exclusive, and I’m the one acting shitty?”

    “You know what?” Stiles snaps, tears streaming freely now. The room is swirling with the scents of hurt and confusion and anger and betrayal and- “Fuck you, Derek.”

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    01 Dec 2015

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    He wants to text Scott again, say that hey, on second thought, maybe the guy is really a serial killer, and to pleasepleaseplease do something. Unfortunately, the man would easily be able to read Stiles’ phone from his position, unless he awkwardly angled it away.

    His skins starts to crawl when he sees the elevator is still four floors from his apartment. He could do an emergency stop, or push the button for the next floor, but the sudden change would look even more suspicious. Normally he dreads being stuck in the elevator with old Mrs. Matthews, but what he wouldn’t give right now to have her and her yappy little Chihuahua bustle in on the next floor…

    He’s wrapped up in his thoughts when all the sudden one of the dogs gives a low growl, and a sharp, gruff voice orders, “Sit.”

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    "I'm completely exhausted, and when a big, badass-looking stranger gets on the elevator with two huge dogs and gruffly orders them to sit, I immediately drop to the ground, making said stranger laugh hysterically" au.

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    27 Nov 2015

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    “So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.

    His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.

    In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.

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    26 Oct 2015