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“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”
“Stiles –”
“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”
Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.
“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.
“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.
“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.
“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.
Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.
“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.
He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”
“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.
Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup
Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”

“Stiles –”

“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”

Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.

“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.

“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.

“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.

“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.

Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.

“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.

He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”

“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup

Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

zainclaw:


"You took me to the sheriff’s house." He scoffs, and it sounds just like Derek only smaller and Stiles can’t decide if it’s more discomforting or adorable. “I didn’t even know that Stilinski kid had an older brother.”
 ”Older—” Stiles blinks in disbelief. “You remember me?”
He’d been surprised by his father recognizing the young boy downstairs before realizing that Derek’s the same age as when the Hale fire happened. Just like Stiles himself remembers sixteen year-old Derek Hale getting pulled out of class seven years ago, the sheriff must remember delivering the bad news. But he never thought Derek even acknowledged him back then.
Derek studies him for a moment, confusion and uneasiness written all over his face. Stiles isn’t used to see this level of emotion in those hazel eyes, but he supposes that’s the point. This Derek is only a child, not yet aware of how cruel one’s life can be. Even less his own.
"I know you?" He asks, voice hesitant.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat at how that almost didn’t sound like a question.
"Yeah," he replies hoarsely. "Yeah, you do. We’re friends. Well," he huffs softly, "at least I like to think we are. Not sure you’d agree; we kinda argue a lot. It’s nice though. I’ve made you laugh at least once.” He smiles vaguely. “We make it work.”
There’s a faint frown on Derek’s face. “Why?”
Stiles pauses. “Because we’re pack,” he says.
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zainclaw:


"You took me to the sheriff’s house." He scoffs, and it sounds just like Derek only smaller and Stiles can’t decide if it’s more discomforting or adorable. “I didn’t even know that Stilinski kid had an older brother.”
 ”Older—” Stiles blinks in disbelief. “You remember me?”
He’d been surprised by his father recognizing the young boy downstairs before realizing that Derek’s the same age as when the Hale fire happened. Just like Stiles himself remembers sixteen year-old Derek Hale getting pulled out of class seven years ago, the sheriff must remember delivering the bad news. But he never thought Derek even acknowledged him back then.
Derek studies him for a moment, confusion and uneasiness written all over his face. Stiles isn’t used to see this level of emotion in those hazel eyes, but he supposes that’s the point. This Derek is only a child, not yet aware of how cruel one’s life can be. Even less his own.
"I know you?" He asks, voice hesitant.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat at how that almost didn’t sound like a question.
"Yeah," he replies hoarsely. "Yeah, you do. We’re friends. Well," he huffs softly, "at least I like to think we are. Not sure you’d agree; we kinda argue a lot. It’s nice though. I’ve made you laugh at least once.” He smiles vaguely. “We make it work.”
There’s a faint frown on Derek’s face. “Why?”
Stiles pauses. “Because we’re pack,” he says.
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zainclaw:

"You took me to the sheriff’s house." He scoffs, and it sounds just like Derek only smaller and Stiles can’t decide if it’s more discomforting or adorable. “I didn’t even know that Stilinski kid had an older brother.”

 ”Older—” Stiles blinks in disbelief. “You remember me?”

He’d been surprised by his father recognizing the young boy downstairs before realizing that Derek’s the same age as when the Hale fire happened. Just like Stiles himself remembers sixteen year-old Derek Hale getting pulled out of class seven years ago, the sheriff must remember delivering the bad news. But he never thought Derek even acknowledged him back then.

Derek studies him for a moment, confusion and uneasiness written all over his face. Stiles isn’t used to see this level of emotion in those hazel eyes, but he supposes that’s the point. This Derek is only a child, not yet aware of how cruel one’s life can be. Even less his own.

"I know you?" He asks, voice hesitant.

Stiles’ heart skips a beat at how that almost didn’t sound like a question.

"Yeah," he replies hoarsely. "Yeah, you do. We’re friends. Well," he huffs softly, "at least I like to think we are. Not sure you’d agree; we kinda argue a lot. It’s nice though. I’ve made you laugh at least once.” He smiles vaguely. “We make it work.”

There’s a faint frown on Derek’s face. “Why?”

Stiles pauses. “Because we’re pack,” he says.

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f0x-meets-w0lf:

sooo i woke up this morning with this this au idea in my head and i just had to draw it and yes. so here we are.
derek and stiles (and probs like scott and everyone else) are like members of this street pack… i don’t wanna call it a gang because that has kinda violent connotations haha plus pack is more suiting bc wolves, ja feel?
but yeah everyone in this pack is totally wild and they wear matching jackets with their symbol emblazoned on the back. and they just run around vandalizing abandoned buildings and setting small fires and generally being reckless and not giving a fuck. i’m thinking it might be a post-apocalyptic type of thing but eh i don’t really know. either way, they’re crazy. and of course there’s gotta be kissing ‘cause if they’re gonna care about something it’s gonna be each other.
f0x-meets-w0lf:

sooo i woke up this morning with this this au idea in my head and i just had to draw it and yes. so here we are.
derek and stiles (and probs like scott and everyone else) are like members of this street pack… i don’t wanna call it a gang because that has kinda violent connotations haha plus pack is more suiting bc wolves, ja feel?
but yeah everyone in this pack is totally wild and they wear matching jackets with their symbol emblazoned on the back. and they just run around vandalizing abandoned buildings and setting small fires and generally being reckless and not giving a fuck. i’m thinking it might be a post-apocalyptic type of thing but eh i don’t really know. either way, they’re crazy. and of course there’s gotta be kissing ‘cause if they’re gonna care about something it’s gonna be each other.
f0x-meets-w0lf:

sooo i woke up this morning with this this au idea in my head and i just had to draw it and yes. so here we are.
derek and stiles (and probs like scott and everyone else) are like members of this street pack… i don’t wanna call it a gang because that has kinda violent connotations haha plus pack is more suiting bc wolves, ja feel?
but yeah everyone in this pack is totally wild and they wear matching jackets with their symbol emblazoned on the back. and they just run around vandalizing abandoned buildings and setting small fires and generally being reckless and not giving a fuck. i’m thinking it might be a post-apocalyptic type of thing but eh i don’t really know. either way, they’re crazy. and of course there’s gotta be kissing ‘cause if they’re gonna care about something it’s gonna be each other.
f0x-meets-w0lf:

sooo i woke up this morning with this this au idea in my head and i just had to draw it and yes. so here we are.
derek and stiles (and probs like scott and everyone else) are like members of this street pack… i don’t wanna call it a gang because that has kinda violent connotations haha plus pack is more suiting bc wolves, ja feel?
but yeah everyone in this pack is totally wild and they wear matching jackets with their symbol emblazoned on the back. and they just run around vandalizing abandoned buildings and setting small fires and generally being reckless and not giving a fuck. i’m thinking it might be a post-apocalyptic type of thing but eh i don’t really know. either way, they’re crazy. and of course there’s gotta be kissing ‘cause if they’re gonna care about something it’s gonna be each other.
f0x-meets-w0lf:

sooo i woke up this morning with this this au idea in my head and i just had to draw it and yes. so here we are.
derek and stiles (and probs like scott and everyone else) are like members of this street pack… i don’t wanna call it a gang because that has kinda violent connotations haha plus pack is more suiting bc wolves, ja feel?
but yeah everyone in this pack is totally wild and they wear matching jackets with their symbol emblazoned on the back. and they just run around vandalizing abandoned buildings and setting small fires and generally being reckless and not giving a fuck. i’m thinking it might be a post-apocalyptic type of thing but eh i don’t really know. either way, they’re crazy. and of course there’s gotta be kissing ‘cause if they’re gonna care about something it’s gonna be each other.
f0x-meets-w0lf:

sooo i woke up this morning with this this au idea in my head and i just had to draw it and yes. so here we are.
derek and stiles (and probs like scott and everyone else) are like members of this street pack… i don’t wanna call it a gang because that has kinda violent connotations haha plus pack is more suiting bc wolves, ja feel?
but yeah everyone in this pack is totally wild and they wear matching jackets with their symbol emblazoned on the back. and they just run around vandalizing abandoned buildings and setting small fires and generally being reckless and not giving a fuck. i’m thinking it might be a post-apocalyptic type of thing but eh i don’t really know. either way, they’re crazy. and of course there’s gotta be kissing ‘cause if they’re gonna care about something it’s gonna be each other.

f0x-meets-w0lf:

sooo i woke up this morning with this this au idea in my head and i just had to draw it and yes. so here we are.

derek and stiles (and probs like scott and everyone else) are like members of this street pack… i don’t wanna call it a gang because that has kinda violent connotations haha plus pack is more suiting bc wolves, ja feel?

but yeah everyone in this pack is totally wild and they wear matching jackets with their symbol emblazoned on the back. and they just run around vandalizing abandoned buildings and setting small fires and generally being reckless and not giving a fuck. i’m thinking it might be a post-apocalyptic type of thing but eh i don’t really know. either way, they’re crazy. and of course there’s gotta be kissing ‘cause if they’re gonna care about something it’s gonna be each other.

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