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Derek has always known he could conceive.

Children born of alphas often inherit strange gifts.  Laura had inherited their mother’s gift for shifting into a full wolf.  Cora had the most heightened senses of anyone he had ever known.   

Derek, well, he had inherited this.   “It’s an honor,” his mother had told him, but she was always saying that, going on and on about their blessings, gifts.   

For Derek, it had mostly been an irrelevant fact, as important to his daily life as having a spleen.  He’s gonna be with Paige forever, and then he thought Kate, and then he’d given up on having anyone at all. 

He thinks about it sometimes, and maybe it’s selfish to bring someone into the world just to have something to love, but he can’t help but want it.  He dreams sometimes of clutching a bundle of flailing limbs and angry cries to his chest, of having someone to soothe and care for.    

But it’s not feasible.  He can’t—he’ll never do that. He’ll never inflict his genes, his history, his general lack on someone who doesn’t deserve it. He chooses deliberately to mostly date girls,  occasionally fucks boys but never bottoms.  He can’t risk it. the moon has a habit sometimes, of trying to help its children and he knows, he just knows he would conceive, if he ever, just once—but he won’t. That’s not for him. 

His gift became much more relevant when Stiles fists his hand in Derek’s shirt, drags him in and kisses him, demanding and furious.  Derek closes his eyes and kisses him back, doesn’t think. He lets Stiles burrow himself in close, doesn’t do anything to stop him.    

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(970): I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
happy birthday theoryofboredom!

God,” Stiles moans, rolling to his side. He immediately regrets that decision a second later when he realizes he’s not rolling towards the wall his shitty dorm bed is pressed against, and he flails madly to try and stop his fall. It’s all in vain, of course, and he squeezes his eyes shut as if that will stop the pain when he hits the floor.

For a second, he actually thinks the closed eye thing helps, but then he realizes he never actually hit the floor. He cracks one eye open, and his nose wrinkles when he sees hardwood instead of the carpet that covers the span of his single room. The second thing he notices is the arm wrapped firmly across his waist.

Oh.

Oh.

"Yeah," comes a raspy, sleep-heavy voice behind him, amusement laced throughout the tone. "Oh.”

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johnhamishmorstan:

I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers

what why would you use numbers

so IT FUCKING MAKES SENSE WHAT THE HELL IS A SOFT MOORE OR A FRESH MAN WHY ARE THE MEN FRESH

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America makes no sense, as usual.

bless the person that actually made the chart

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