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Derek's Living Situations But If They Were Pigeon Nests

1. The Abandoned Train Depot

Pigeon egg precariously balanced on anti-bird spikes

2. The Loft

Pigeon egg next to a single stick found on someone's bed

3. The Burnt Out Shell of The House His Family Was Murdered In

This piece of straw placed on top of a family of cats

4. Being On The Run For A Year In North Coralina

Pigeon egg and a few twigs wedged in a large tire tread

5. House He Lives In With Eli

Beautiful nest made from a repurposed bouquet left on a grave (shut up, I'm not crying, you're crying!)

6. What I Imagine The Apartment Derek Shared With His Sister Looked Like

3 pigeon eggs in a pile of drug needles

Bonus:

1. Derek staying in motels when he had to drive across the country from New York to Beacon Hills

Pigeon egg in the middle of a pair of headphones

2. What I imagine it would be like for Derek to live with the Stilinskis while dating the Sheriff's son

Pigeon nest inside of a falcon's nest

3. Derek living out of his car

Just an egg on a subway floor

4. What I imagine it would've look like if Derek had asked to stay at Chris and Allison's apartment

Pigeon guarding its egg inside an owl nest as an adult owl--who has just arrived with food--and his kids are huddled in a corner scared and confused

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trust….exercise…thing?

i am not responsible for any loss of IQ you experience while looking at my work

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Made for a wonderful fic by amazing mattheway as a present

https://ficbook.net/readfic/3102157

Take Me To Church

by DakotaLIAR (MisterLIAR)

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Feel free to ask me about the commissions!

Write to dakotaliar@gmail.com

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“And you—“ Stiles swipes a hand through his hair, biting his lip as he strings together his frustration. “I know you don’t believe me, you big, friggin’— ugh. Sometimes I just wanna—” He clenches his fingers into fists and shakes them for lack of a better word. “You’re so impossibly self-deprecating sometimes that you can’t see how much better you are than the rest of us.”

(Sneak peek for chapter 13 of Home).

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I fully know this is dangerous But I’ve never been too good at control

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creative ways to use mountain ash.

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I needed the name of the Diner in Beacon Hills that Stiles and the Sheriff get their curly fries from. I couldn't find it mentioned anywhere, so took a picture of my screen to mirror the image and flip it upside down.

It's Toby's Burgers for those also wondering.

Also, they offer wings and shakes

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ver.1 + close-up (x)

update: available on society6 

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wip

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Sterek AU: Derek still can’t quite believe that he gets to have this. Gets to have Stiles. At night when it’s quiet he watches him sleep, awed and terrified and happy beyond his wildest dreams.

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“Is that my shirt?” + sterek? :)

Early morning classes were the bane of Stiles’ existence. He had been spoiled his first semester by only have classes that started after 10. It was only the second week of his second semester of college and he already knew he was going to be permanently exhausted. 

He rolled out of bed twenty-five minutes before class started, pulling on the nearest pair of pants and shirt he could find before he stumbled sleepily out of his dorm. 

If he had been more awake he might have looked at the shirt he was wearing, if he hadn’t kept the light off to avoid waking his roommate he might have seen the pants he had pulled on, if he and Derek didn’t leave their clothes strewn about the floor he might have put on different clothes, but he didn’t.

That was another reason he hated his early morning classes, he didn’t see as much of Derek as he used to. Last semester they had gone to breakfast together most mornings and studied together at night, now they only had the study time. He missed seeing Derek’s bedhead and sleepy smile. 

 “Dude your pants are a little tighter than usual,” Isaac said as they walked from their 8 am English lecture to the coffee shop nearby, “Trying to impress someone?”

“They might be Derek’s,” Stiles said, scratching his head awkwardly. They had felt a little tight, but he chalked it up to the freshman 15. 

“Finally got into his pants then?” Isaac asked and Stiles shoved him, “Aw don’t be like that, we all know you’re pining.”

“I’m not pining,” Stiles muttered, pushing ahead of Isaac and walking into the shop. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Derek standing at the counter, Stiles terrible orange and blue shirt stretched tight across his shoulders and back. 

“Is that my shirt?” Stiles asked, voice a little higher than normal.

Derek looked back at them and then down at himself, “I thought it was a little tight. Is that my shirt? And my pants?”

“Uh.. yes?”

“You two are both idiots,” Isaac said, stepping up to the counter and leaving them standing together.

“I - it looks good on you,” Derek said, “Sorry I’m stretching yours.”

“It looks better on you,” Stiles said giving Derek a soft smile, “But sorry for wearing your shirt, and pants.”

“It’s not how I pictured getting you into my pants,” Derek muttered, then his ears turned red and his eyes went wide, “I mean, sorry. I didn’t want this to be weird.”

“You don’t have to make fun of my crush dude, I’m getting over it,” Stiles said, looking down. 

“Your crush? I’m the one with a crush,” Derek said and that made Stiles look up. 

“This might be a terrible idea,” Stiles said, and then he grabbed Derek by a belt loop and pulled him closer before kissing him soundly on the lips. 

Derek kissed him back but too soon he pulled away, “Why would that be a terrible idea?”

“Honestly? I thought you might punch me,” Stiles said with a laugh. 

“Then why’d you do it?”

“I figured it might be my only chance,” Stiles said honestly, running his thumb over Derek’s lip gently. 

“Definitely not your only chance,” Derek said with a smile that made Stiles stomach swoop. 

“Get the fuck out of here, you guys make me sick,” Isaac said, but he was smiling. He had been pushing Stiles to make a move for months now. 

“How about we go get you out of my pants?” Derek asked and Stiles laughed. 

“How about you get into mine?” Stiles said as they walked out of the coffee shop. Derek look his hand hesitantly and Stiles laced his fingers through, he had never been more grateful for early morning classes. 

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Based on this post by @giselleiguess !♥

Derek can be such a lil shit

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oh shit wait brainblast incoming

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trump died august 28th, 2025 at around 3:45 guys pray with me say it with me now trump di-

context

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Illuminated-Hurts

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4 hours practice