AU: Derek didn’t do anything wrong, okay?! He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. And Chris Argent happened to be there too.
Okay, so maybe Derek didn’t have a good excuse for this one but he’ll manage. Somehow. Unless, of course, Sheriff Stilinski figures out Derek is dating Stiles (who just had to come by the station right now). If this happens, spending day or two in jail might be the smallest punishment. Unlike, let’s say, being shot by the Sheriff. It’s all Stiles fault - Derek wanted to be introduced as his boyfriend months ago. Preferably during the dinner at the Stilinskis’ house. Not at the freaking police station when he’s handcuffed to a bench. For something he didn’t do.
Derek hates his life.
If you believe she is telling the truth about her abuse at the hand of Woody Allen show your support for her.
He struggles between making poetry out of her body and telling her the truth: it’s a difficult combination, needing her to know and needing it to be beautiful. She says, breathless in wonderment, “Oh, the amount of things that had to happen in order for me to be standing here at all.” [midnight in paris au. 20k words. butterflies in summer; his bones on fire. written almost exclusively to this mix]