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@derekwithblueeyes
[text]….. [text]RIGHT yeah [text] gotcha [text] duh [text] DUDE YOU GOT A SECURITY CAMERA AND DIDN’T TELL ME???? [text] harsh
[text] of course I didn’t tell you [text] that’s the point of a security camera, that it catches people LEAVING DOORS UNLOCKED [text] case in point [text] I’m taking your xbox [text] until you replace mine
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Gen raised an eyebrow as he spoke about his cat, not missing the way he skirted around the topic of his past relationships, and she smirked before a laugh passed her lips. “She sounds like hard work. But that’s the thing with our little animal companions, isn’t it? We put up with it all because they’re so damn cute.” she replied, toying with her most recently empty shot glass as her eyes trailed over Hale’s features, surprised that he insisted that they weren’t enemies.
“So you mean to say that if it wasn’t for my father’s security being all over this joint, you still wouldn’t haul me down to the station for some more questions?” she asked, the ‘s’ sound lingering on her lips a little as her tongue loosened up with the alcohol. She had to admit, though, she was rather surprised to hear him speak positively of her father and their family’s empire, shrugging her shoulders a little. “Yeah, he ain’t all that bad. He’s a good father and that’s all I care about.”
Derek shrugged again and tipped his shot glass over, replacing it on the flight and toying with the next one.
“You haven’t done anything this evening to warrant an arrest.” he commented, taking a sip from the glass.
“And I think I’m doing enough questioning to consider this a productive conversation.”
He shook his head a little when she commented that her father wasn’t all bad, but didn’t disagree. It was a little oxymoronic, really, that the presence of a big, bad, crime family in a quiet suburb usually meant that crime rates went down - but that was the reality of policing a large city. No matter how many officers, there were never enough. And sometimes, it had to be managed privately.
Even if that did meant that the laundromats and half the delis in said suburbs were laundering money and butchering the odd body.
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Gen nodded. “Well, a girl as fine as her definitely deserves someone great.” she replied, and she actually meant it for once. Laura was stunning and their brief interaction showed she seemed to be a great personality too. Derek was alright too, she guessed, but she was somewhat biased against him given their professional dynamic.
“Ahhh a string of broken hearts? Or was it the mutual kinds?” she asked, knowing she might be crossing lines but she was too tipsy to care at that point, unlike Derek who seemed to hold his liquor rather well. “Lucky kitty, I say.” Leaning back, Gen rested against the booth chair, feeling the cool leather against her back where her dress left it bare. “So after tonight, we just go back to hating each others, right? Because it’s kinda a shame. I could almost start to like you. Almost, though. Don’t let it get to your head.”
Derek just nodded, agreeing. His sister did deserve someone amazing, and Braeden was amazing.
Shrugging, he let the comment go about the string of broken hearts. They were talking, friendly, but they were not friends. And he was unwilling to give away much more than he already had.
“She’s pretty well behaved, mostly. Likes to knock things off my dresser when she wants me to get up, or lick my face at three in the morning because she thinks it’s breakfast time.” he commented, then threw back another shot.
He shrugged, once more, when she asked about going back to being enemies.
“We’re not enemies, Gen. We’re just on different sides. And I know that your family isn’t all about the enforcement and money laundering, there’s good stuff too. I know that some of the neighbourhoods where your Dad has set up his shops are the safest in the city. And that he stops petty assholes from going around mugging parents who are just trying to make an honest buck.”
#important
#the ‘I’m thinking of letting you bone me’ chin dip #ALWAYS REBLOG THE ‘IM THINKING OF LETTING YOU BONE ME’ CHIN DIP #write it in your fics #draw it in your art #the single most overlooked Derek Hale mannerism #this fucker is an Austenesque maiden and he will ELOPE WITH YOU IF YOU JUST ASK #*stabs self in face* (via howlnatural)
Reasons why people write fanfictions
5% just wanna write and have an idea
10% canon did WHAT!? I’m sorry(I’m not) to disagree BUT *write intensely*
15% wanna write something with these characters specifically
70% didn’t find the very specific and precise fanfic they’ve been searching for hours and came to the inevitable conclusion that they have to provide it themself *mutters* “ fuck ”
Fic writers supporting fic writers remind me of drunk girls bonding in bathroom bars even though they're basically strangers.
"No YOU'RE the best."
"I love you." (Doesn't know person's name.)
"I just really think you're wonderful for (list of every reason ever.)"
I'm here for it.
Derek Hale - Then vs. Now.
““If a guy calls you ‘princess’ in a condescending manner, assert your newly appointed royal status and have him beheaded.””
— Erica Reyes, speaking to Stiles Stilinski
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WHEN YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER IS SO EMOTIONALLY BROKEN YOU WANNA PUNCH EVERY PERSON THAT TOUCHES THEM
Almost everyone.