Derek Hale Walking Appreciation Post S2
he’s just trying so hard to project swagger instead of hopelessness.
look at those pecs, they’re just weeping on the inside
Ugh I just love how much bigger than Derek Boyd is. Which is possibly not the point of this post but. Om nom nom.
(Submitted by bigbookofeverything)
I kind of need Sheriff Stilinski to find out about werewolves so Derek can just start turning up at the Stilinskis all the time. in all the rooms. using all the razors to get that perfect stubble. stealing Stiles’s shirts and stretching them out. eating up all the cereal.
#this picture always made me think of them as the sassy bitches you invite to brunch #they come late because they’re hungover and wear dark sunglasses #they sit barbs at everyone for talking too loud until they have a few drinks #then it’s just shade all over the place #the busboy is actually afraid to come over because he heard that last week they made some girl cry because she forget their turkey bacon
Now I just really want a fic in which this is Lydia and Derek, not Holland and Tyler. But how???
Ah, this must be a scene from a few years after that Lydia-resurrects-Laura-Hale fic I am (not) writing! The first vacation with everyone after Lydia and Laura return from their honeymoon, maybe, and Derek and Lydia really get their bromance on.
“Shouldn’t you be healed by now?”
she went back to their home and died. left a voicemail on his phone, called him der-der liked she did before the fire. i’m so close, der-der! and then she died.
he has done this, he knows.
she’s in pieces, in halves. laura did nothing by halves. she lived in full, bright pieces that shine into his life. she laughed in full. cried in full. loved in full. laura was never half of anything, always the whole package.
and yet, laura is dead
a part of him is not surprised. a part of him has shirts stolen away, notes with her handwriting in it - scribbles with a lipstick kisses at the end, has videos of them, photos of her smiling, of her dancing - happy all saved up. a part of him put them in a fireproof lockbox hidden away. a part of him has always known she might be taken away.
a part of him is always right. and he hates it.
fuck okay I guess I really am going to watch the rest of season two and write that Lydia-resurrects-Laura-Hale fic, just so I can write the scene where she goes to find him and he cries all over her and accidentally breaks one of her ribs from hugging too hard but she doesn’t say anything because it’s Derek, and she was dead. And now she’s not, and everything is going to be okay.