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Stiles Roscoe a Robin’s Egg Blue 1980 CJ5 Jeep

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top part's bc i wanted to design a little sticker for myself - couldn't resist adding a little smooch (:< 2-for-1 combo of a little more of a size difference than i usually go for and the pointy ears @poly-hebdo draws derek with because it's cute as fuck

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I do not and will not believe Derek is dead, for one reason: Stiles wasn’t at the funeral.

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A doodle.  Photo reference used.

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You wanna know would be funny if everyone in the hale pack was like a questioning who was the first beta if it was Scott, Jackson, or Isaac, and Derek just straight up says stiles.

Stiles who thought he wasn’t even in the pack, and everyone else is so confused. Derek refuses to elaborate, Peter just smirks condescendingly at everyone 

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was thinking about how the initial appeal of sterek was like big bad older boy x awkward virgin nerd teen, but then you actually watch the show and it’s like. okay. they’re both fucking insufferable. derek has emotional fortresses taller than the great wall of fucking china and stiles is a rabid raccoon who knows too much and never shuts the hell up. they DESERVE each other. stiles isn’t a virgin because he’s awkward or quirky he’s a virgin because he’s alienated every potential romantic partner by being a complete MENACE. biggest dickhead in a tri-state radius. he’d look derek dead in the eyes and say, “what’s your damage, bro? did the fire crawl up your ass and light your soul on fire too” and derek would just breathe heavy and then BAM, they’re fucking against the nearest emotionally symbolic wall. and derek is like the humble millionaire who penny-pinches for no goddamn reason because that train depot??? definitely a fucking choice. he’s got sad shelter pittie eyes, undiagnosed autism, and a dusty trauma lair of a personality. He absolutely uses bacon grease in place of lube and Stiles threatens to breakup with him over it and hoards trauma AND COUPON. and he’d 100% shove stiles into a wall and growl, “were you always this much of a brat or did your mom dying kick it in?” and then they’d have the most vile angry sex known to man. And then someone leaves the hell hole that is beacon hills. and SOMEONE else absolutely gets caught trying to fuck the jeep’s exhaust pipe out of grief. beacon hills should be nuked.

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Art inspired by You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would by Alice9 on Ao3 as requested by @blairkaramell !

Thank you for the fic rec, it was a delightful read! had to go with some new-parent-exhaustion (':

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Stiles: Yes, Der, most definitely awooo :)

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Being a Derek Hale stan is a full time job

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tfw ur alpha looks like living sunshine

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Imagine, if you will, Derek and Stiles are neighbors.

Stiles is finishing his graduate degree in mythology and Derek is in a history graduate program.

They make small talk in the hallways sometimes, but Stiles is mostly with the beautiful red headed girl and Derek is seen a lot with the beautiful brunette who looks ready to maim at the slightest provocation.

Derek is reading one night and hears yelling through the walls of his apartment. He doesn't think much of it until he hears a feminine voice yelling back. He realizes it's coming from Stiles' apartment.

After 15 minutes, he finally decides to go over and see if everything is okay.

He's awkward when Stiles finally answers the door and Derek asks if everything is okay.

Stiles huffs and says it's fine.

“Really? Because it sounds like someone’s being murdered in here.”

Lydia appears behind Stiles, wine glass in hand, her expression equal parts fond and exasperated. “Oh, no one’s dying. He just thinks Orpheus was right.”

Stiles throws his hands in the air. “He was! He risked everything to save Eurydice! That’s-”

“He looked back, Stiles,” Lydia interrupts, turning to Derek with a theatrical sigh. “That was literally the one rule. Don’t look back. And he looked.”

“Because love makes you do stupid things!” Stiles snaps, wheeling back toward her. “He thought maybe she wasn’t there! That maybe the gods lied! I’d look too!”

“You would doom your man to eternal suffering because of your trust issues?” Lydia deadpans.

Derek blinks slowly. “You’re arguing about a myth?”

“It’s not just a myth!” Stiles nearly vibrates with frustration. “It’s a story about human nature and the fragility of faith and-”

“And how men can’t follow simple instructions,” Lydia adds.

"God, if I hadn't broken up with you in highschool, I would have done it right now." Stiles grumbles.

That catches Derek's attention. Is she not his girlfriend? Lydia's words about Stiles "dooming his man" filter in.

"Wait, are you guys not dating?" Derek finds himself asking.

"God no." Stiles says immediately.

"That vehemently quick denial kind of hurt my feelings." Lydia smirks.

"Eat me, Martin."

Suddenly Derek is hopeful. Maybe he can get to know his slightly neurotic, gorgeous neighbor.

"um, okay. Sorry. I misunderstood. I'll just be going now."

Stiles smiles at the man

"thanks for coming to make sure Lydia wasnt killing me. I appreciate that."

Derek nods and smiles back.

Before he walks back to his place he looks at Stiles one more time

"just so you know, I'd risk it all to turn back too."

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Same, Stiles... same.

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void!stiles dishonored AU because he reminds me of outsider