[ yeah, derek says, kinda like it's no big deal, and the air just rushes out of stiles' lungs, his face spilling into a wide grin. derek... built a car. derek built him a car - he's been building him a car, and stiles didn't have a clue, and he's just - so incredibly beyond touched.
and he's impressed, his eyes hyperfocused as derek takes a walk around the car. derek's cute when he's all shy and bashful, and stiles will definitely appreciate it after the fact, but he's just so deeply entranced by the amount of detail that he can't make himself pay attention to anything but the car until derek stops to lean against one of back tires.
derek's nervous all of the sudden. stiles can hear it, slightly, in the way he tries to defend and justify all the work he's done, and how he had to pull her together. stiles... loves him. that's not news, but stiles loves him, and he already loves this damn car. he nods as derek explains, slowly starting to pace around the den again to expel some of his excited energy. ]
I trust you.
[ he trusts that derek did well, doesn't have a sliver of doubt that it's not a beautiful, reliable vehicle. built by derek's own hands. jesus christ. derek should feel proud. stiles is proud of him, and as derek begins to circle the jeep again, stiles just finds himself more and more impressed and utterly awed by the attention to detail.
and he did it all without talking to stiles, literally the only other person currently in the city who's seen roscoe before? stiles breathes out, pushing one of his hands through his hair and holding the back of his head. he laughs, short and sweet. ]
Holy shit, babe. It's like you drove her right in from Beacon Hills.
[ it's not his mother's old car. stiles knows that, and he doesn't really want it to be, either. it's his jeep in every way that he loves her, but the sentiment here is different, and he's glad for that. he laughs again when derek beeps the horn, does a weird, kind of wobly 360 degree turn somewhere in the living room. ]
What? Are you kidding? Of course I want her, absolutely I want her.
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and he's impressed, his eyes hyperfocused as derek takes a walk around the car. derek's cute when he's all shy and bashful, and stiles will definitely appreciate it after the fact, but he's just so deeply entranced by the amount of detail that he can't make himself pay attention to anything but the car until derek stops to lean against one of back tires.
derek's nervous all of the sudden. stiles can hear it, slightly, in the way he tries to defend and justify all the work he's done, and how he had to pull her together. stiles... loves him. that's not news, but stiles loves him, and he already loves this damn car. he nods as derek explains, slowly starting to pace around the den again to expel some of his excited energy. ]
I trust you.
[ he trusts that derek did well, doesn't have a sliver of doubt that it's not a beautiful, reliable vehicle. built by derek's own hands. jesus christ. derek should feel proud. stiles is proud of him, and as derek begins to circle the jeep again, stiles just finds himself more and more impressed and utterly awed by the attention to detail.
and he did it all without talking to stiles, literally the only other person currently in the city who's seen roscoe before? stiles breathes out, pushing one of his hands through his hair and holding the back of his head. he laughs, short and sweet. ]
Holy shit, babe. It's like you drove her right in from Beacon Hills.
[ it's not his mother's old car. stiles knows that, and he doesn't really want it to be, either. it's his jeep in every way that he loves her, but the sentiment here is different, and he's glad for that. he laughs again when derek beeps the horn, does a weird, kind of wobly 360 degree turn somewhere in the living room. ]
What? Are you kidding? Of course I want her, absolutely I want her.