#lifeguard!derek

[violetfairydust]

WIP Wednesday

A special thanks to the wonderful @renmackree for tagging me!

This one's shorter, but I'm gradually getting back to lifeguard!derek. I have not forgotten about this one!

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The kid’s friends rushed past him into the room. Sympathetic words fell out of their mouths. Questions spilled out amongst reassurances. The closed door muffled their anxious voices from the hallway. Derek stood next to the doctor. His eyes wandered to the door, the small window giving him a narrow view of the room.

“Is he okay?”

“He’ll be just fine,” she replied calmly. “The recovery might not be pretty, but he gets to keep his leg. We call it a hit and run bite. The shark saw movement and thought it was food. They usually bite once and go.”

Derek nodded solemnly. He knew what a hit and run shark attack was. Living in a tropical climate meant he had to if he wanted to save people. His boss trained the lifeguards how to deal with bites every six months as a precaution. Shark attacks in Hawaii were rare. There were less than ten a year and he was never one that had to deal with them.

The doctor smiled. “I take it you’re the lifeguard. You did a great job. The tourniquet was a good idea.”

He gazed at the floor. “Thanks.”

“He’ll be fine. You can visit for a short time if you’d like, but he’s very overwhelmed and should rest.”

He nodded again. “It’s better he spend time with friends. I should get back anyway. You never know what’s in those waters.”

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I gently tag: @dear-massacre @thotpuppy and anyone else who would like to. I never know who has been tagged and/or wants to participate.

[violetfairydust]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @dear-massacre <3 <3 <3

Once the holidays are over, I will be back to a better writing schedule and I really want to focus on this fic. More lifeguard!Derek. I still need a title.

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Derek’s sunglasses dangled from the whistle around his neck. He unhooked and unfolded them to shield his eyes. The sun hovered above them and the trail of its reflection on the water pointed at the lifeguard station. Since the last attack, Derek scanned the beach more carefully. What if the next kid lost a limb or worse?

As Derek’s friend and fellow lifeguard, Boyd, sat beside him, Derek did a quick scan of his side of the beach. The ocean was filling with people oblivious to the recent accident; or they didn’t care.

“Are they going to shut down the beach?”

“It’s tourist season, don’t be stupid.”

Derek inclined his head in agreement. “Too hopeful.”

“Is it good or bad that I wasn’t here the other day?”

“He ended up okay. He’ll have scarring, but he got to keep his leg.”

Boyd reached for the water bottle between them and twisted off the cap.

Paranoia struck Derek in the chest. Every time a head bobbed under the water, his body stiffened. He would lean forward slightly, changed his footing, his hand would reach for the whistle. It almost felt the trauma hit him just as hard as that poor kid.

His eyes were locked on the same spot. Every time he blinked, he could see the blood stain the water. He never had to save anyone before. Not from an animal at least. Some dumbasses going out too far to stand, sure, but never because a shark found a snack close to shore.

A couple hurried over to the lifeguard stand, stopping below Derek’s gaze. He turned to them.

“Are you the lifeguard who saved our friend the other day?” the young woman asked. “He was bit by a shark.”

“Yes.”

What could they want? Their friend wasn’t with them. It was unlikely he would be returning to the ocean any time soon. If looking at the water was growing to be too much for Derek, surely the kid would have it worse.

The young woman looked at the guy and nudged him gently with her elbow.

“He’s not doing well,” the guy said.

“What’s wrong with him?” Derek inquired.

“He won’t leave the hotel.”

“Is he physically okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do, or you. He’s probably traumatized and doesn’t want to go anywhere near the beach. Can you blame him?”

“You really seemed to know how to handle the shark,” the woman said. “We were hoping—if it wouldn’t be too much trouble—if you would come talk to him.”

[violetfairydust]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for tagging me @endwersed! Love you! Sorry this is so late.

Here is a long awaited snippet from my lifeguard!derek fic called Below the Surface.

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Both the girl and guy were on the phone while they paced the perimeter of the waiting room. No one else seemed to care, they had their own problems to worry about. Despite being the only ones talking, Derek couldn’t hear what the kid’s friends were saying. The ringing in his ears became so deafening he found a vacant chair to sink into and closed his eyes. The door whooshed open and the cool air made Derek look up at the doctor. What would he say? Was the kid dead or alive?

[violetfairydust]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @dear-massacre ! Thank you!!

I'm working on lifeguard!Derek as we speak.

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Stiles gripped the sheets tightly, the cotton balled up in his fist to keep from his nails biting too harshly into his palms. He relaxed slightly as Derek exhaled. Derek’s eyes were drawn to the wrinkled sheet. There was something about the way Stiles’ fingers curled around the material. It was almost possessive.

Derek found Stiles’ eyes. He wanted to speak, to apologize for the accident, to make some of the pain go away. Derek wasn’t the best at using his words.

“I don’t want to seem ungrateful or rude,” Stiles said coolly, “but why are you here?”

“Your friends seemed to think talking to you would help.”

“With what?” he snapped. “Am I ruining their vacation? Is my sudden onset fear of the water holding them back? Were they hoping you would crack me like a whip and I’d be snapped back to the way I was before?”

In a small voice, Derek replied, “I think they’re worried.”

“Yeah, well they should be! I can’t—” he lost the words like he lost his confidence, quickly and unexpectedly. His voice grew lower and darker. “What do they expect?”

He ripped the blankets off his body and threw them with an aggressive Derek hadn't been exposed to. Stiles got to his feet and walked to the bathroom in the other room. He stood by the sink and reached for the bottle of painkillers and shook it before unscrewing the lid.

"I appreciate the time you took to see me, Darrell, but you can't fix me. No one can makes this better."

The pills went in his mouth and he brought the glass to his red lips. He kept his eyes locked on Derek as he moved closer towards the door.

"My name is Derek. I can't make it go away, I can't change anything, but I can help make it easier. If that's something you want, we can work on it. But I'll tell you your problem isn't getting fixed by covering it up because you don't want to see it."

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

Aesthetic August

25. Surfer!Stiles and Lifeguard!Derek Aesthetic

Surfing's a more profound kind of sport than it looks. When you surf, you learn not to fight the power of nature, even if it gets violent. ~ Haruki Murakami

(read rules before reblogging)

[fineststerekcs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Stiles thinks his summer job is going suck. He's not wrong about that but the hot lifeguard makes up for it a whole lot.

[fineststerekcs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Stiles unexpectedly runs into Cora and Derek in Hawaii. It's been five years since the Hales left Beacon Hills and disappeared without a trace, but it's rapidly obvious that old habits feelings die hard.

[fineststerekcs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Stiles blinks the water out of his eyes blearily and decides that, wow, he needs to drown more often.

(Or: In which Derek is a lifeguard and Stiles goes to the pool way too often.)