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“Why are we pulled over?” you ask Derek as he brings his car to a complete stop in the middle of an ally way

“I’ve just got to check on something” he said, getting out of the car

You sighed loudly and sat in the car for a minute or two before finally growing too curious ‘what is taking him so long?’ you ask yourself as you get out of the car. You looked around but didn’t see Derek any where. You kept looking around when you heard a loud crash from a seemingly abandoned building. ‘What the heck is he doing?’ you asked yourself, wandering towards the building

At first you couldn’t push the door open but once you gave it a shove, it opened slightly, giving you just enough room to sneak in. You sneaked over to a pile of boxes and hid behind it, only peeking your head out. That was when you saw it. Derek, and this man, were fighting. Clearly Derek was pretty hurt, as he was bleeding. 

“Derek!” you shouted, running towards him and the man

“(y/n)?” you heard him ask

“What’s going on?” you asked when you reached him

“Is this your little significant other I’ve been hearing so much about?” the man asked, his teeth showing. But that’s just it, they were not teeth, they were fangs!

“(y/n), get back to the car” Derek gritted through his teeth

“I’m not leaving without you” you said

“Why don’t you run away with your little fried Derek before I kill the both of you” the man said 

“You wouldn’t dare!” he shouted, showing his own fangs

“D-Derek” you said nervously, backing away slowly

“(y/n)” he said, turning to you, realizing what he had done

“I don’t have time for this” the man said, lunging at Derek. 

Derek prepared himself for the blow, but it never came. He opened his eyes only to see your lifeless body on the floor in front of him

“Letting your friend get hurt, how sheepish of you Derek” the man said before he ran in the opposite direction “give me a call when you grow a pair!” he shouted before finally disappearing 

Derek stood there, looking at your body in shock. “(y/n)” he said quietly 

He quickly scooped your body up and held you tightly. When you slightly moved, he almost dropped you

“Derek?” you asked quietly, blood coming from your head 

“I’m here (y/n)” he said reassuringly 

“Can the big bad wolf take me to a hospital?” you asked jokingly

“Of course I can” he said “you aren’t afraid of me?” he asked nervously

“Why would I?” you asked “that is super cool!” you exclaimed 

“Please don’t leave me” he said shyly

“You can’t get rid of me that easily” you said with a smile

He smiled and gave you a small kiss on the forehead 

“Lets get you to a hospital” he said, caring you out to the car. He carefully put you in the passenger seat and climbed in “I will never let anything like that happen to you again” he said before speeding off

Derek kept true to his word. Never again were you caught in the middle of his werewolf nonsense. You did however, make him show you his fang, all the time.

“I’m Your Alpha Now.”

||Theo Raeken imagine||

A/N: hello everyone, bree here! hope you enjoy the first part of this imagine, should I continue this?????

WARNINGS: None. :)

His voice is like a beautiful melody, matched with an award winning smile, and framed by a beautiful canvas. His bright blue irises held such darkness behind them.
And where his heart should be, lives void.
Its hard to see past the surface, when its visually so perfect. But our eyes disguise dirt on purpose.
“We can readily describe our current state. I know my answers to so many questions, as do you. What was your father like? Do you believe in God? Who’s your best friend? What do you want? Your answers are your current topography, seemingly permanent, but deceptively so. Because under that face of early response, there is another You. And this wordless Being moves just as the instant moves; it presses upward without explanation, fluid and wordless, until the resisting consciousness has no choice but to give way.” He says, Her large doe eyes stalked his every move, her small frame overshadowed by his. Shaky breathe escaped her mouth. Her heart is beating so fast it feels as if it’s about to burst through the cage of ribs it was trapped in. He senses her nervousness, causing him to feel he has the upper hand or… Power, if you will.

“I don’t understand.” She mumbles, barely audible.

“there’s something different about you, and you know it.” He hisses. “You don’t know how to control it though, it’s scares you.” She evades his eyes, searching her surroundings. It had been years since she’d seen the woods or even outside for that matter. Perhaps it was her imagination, but everything seemed so overwhelming beautiful.
The woodland seemed quiet, peaceful. The boy paused his pacing, now that even the sound of his footfalls was silent, all that could be heard was the susurration of the leaves in the gusty crisp California wind. Looking up, she was transfixed by the myriad of fluttering leaves that danced in the high boughs, making a living roof above them. but the longer she stared the more the leaves looked like eyes peering back down at her and the boughs seemed to draw closer, blocking the sunlight as if they were forming a cage around her, and suddenly she feels trapped. His eyes trailed up to were she was looking but looks back down at her, she fiddles with her fingers in a nervous manner. Her eyes meet his, and he can’t help but admire how beautifully lost she looks, as if an angel that landed in hell. “I can help you.” He told her, “Y/N, you could be so powerful,” he adds, “I mean, think about it. You are a banshee. You have a very rare gift that’s just going to waste, you could be saving people.”

“Why do you want to help me so bad?” She asked.

“I want you to be apart of my pack. I have a pack of people like you… They’re all supernatural. But-”

“-You don’t have a banshee.” She finishes.

“Precisely.” He confirms, “Y/N I need your help… And you need mine.” He coaxed.
she hesitated, before nodding slowly… Agreeing. He smirks, commemorating his victory.
“As long as you know that I am the alpha and you do as I say, we should be fine…” He turns, motioning her to follow which she obeys, stepping further and further into her inevitable fate.

Imagine Jackson telling someone what you and him are going to do on your date

“What are we going to do? Screw each other, duh”

(Sorry for all of the Eggsy imagines and drabbles! People seem to love him! I’ve got another one in my inbox but I’m just trying to change the scenery a little bit. Feel free to ask for anything you guys!)