[ it's been two years, but derek's never going to get used to it, the disorientation that comes of getting memories from home, then being wrenched back to the tranquility. it was halloween back in beacon hills, and derek has a mark on the back of his neck, behind his ear that he was rubbing at absently, worrying at it because he can feel the burn of it, but he can't see it.
or he was doing that, before he wound up with an armful of puppies.
he'd offered without really considering the matter any farther. tyke had looked stressed, and derek had just held his arms out without thinking. how much trouble could four puppies really be?
famous last words.
currently derek's just holding the squirming pile of them in the crook of each arm while he tries to open his locker one-handed without any of them squirming out of his grip. he's still dripping, a towel slung around his shoulders, one puppy tugging at it with its teeth, trying to yank it down inch by inch. derek's scowling at his locker, frustrated with his string of failed attempts.
derek hale + puppies | lockers | ota.
or he was doing that, before he wound up with an armful of puppies.
he'd offered without really considering the matter any farther. tyke had looked stressed, and derek had just held his arms out without thinking. how much trouble could four puppies really be?
famous last words.
currently derek's just holding the squirming pile of them in the crook of each arm while he tries to open his locker one-handed without any of them squirming out of his grip. he's still dripping, a towel slung around his shoulders, one puppy tugging at it with its teeth, trying to yank it down inch by inch. derek's scowling at his locker, frustrated with his string of failed attempts.
derek's life, how has it come to this. ]