Requested by @phasiion : I was wondering if you could do a Derek Hale imagine where Y/N is mad at him and because that she’s so short (compared to him and generally vary short in general) He finds her so adorable and ends up laughing even more which angers her more.
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Word count: 865
“Stiles, I won’t say again. Tell this werewolf to let me out RIGHT NOW!” You yell at your best friend, pointing a finger at Derek.
The thing is: This unknown pack just invaded Beacon Hills and Derek’s job is to keep you and Stiles out of danger. You have no idea why the Alpha is babysitting you while Scott is out there doing God knows what. Probably it was his choice, but you don’t care. You have a party to go and Derek is forbidding you to step out the bedroom.
He stands at the door, like a damn wall. You stand right before him, raising your head a bit to look into his eyes.
“(Y/N), c'mon, let’s just watch cute videos and wait for Scott to call or something.” Stiles pulls your arm, but of course, you violently push him away, making him fall awkwardly. You hold back a laugh and keep staring at Derek.
“Listen, werewolf. I don’t need a babysit. I have somewhere to go and you will move from this damn door!” You’re screaming again, and you notice a shadow of a smile on Derek’s lips. He’s handsome as hell, but you try not to let this fact distract you.
“There’s a whole pack out there. It’s too dangerous. Plus, it’s full moon and that means you’re not going anywhere until sunrise.” Derek’s voice is low, like a command.
You would kiss him again like you did last night, but you’re just mad at him. How can you be in love with this pain in the ass? Maybe you should kiss him with your fist.
“Derek, I’m not kidding. I will throw something at this pretty face of yours.” You check Stiles’ bedroom for anything heavy enough, and you choose his chair. You try to raise it over your head, but Derek grabs the chair and puts it down.
“I wouldn’t do this if I were you.” He’s looking down, lifting your chin so he can see your eyes. You slap his hand away from you. “You should be mad at me more often, it makes you look cute.”
“Excuse me?” You’re voice is arrogant, because you do feel insulted. You’re thinking about killing him while he thinks you’re cute.
“Oh my, now she’ll set my house on fire.” Stiles jumps on his bed, pulling the blanket over his head so he won’t witness you murdering Derek fucking Hale.
“Repeat.” You hiss, taking a deep breath.
“You should be mad at me more often, it makes you look cute.” He has a stupid smile on his face, and before you can think you try to slap him right in the face, but he holds your wrist. “See? You’re so little, anything makes you look cute.”
“It’s not my…” You struggle to get your hand free, and when you do, you try to slap him again, failing. “…fault you’re so damn tall!”
“That’s why I like you.” Derek moves, throwing you over his shoulder. “I can carry you easily.”
“FUCK YOU, DEREK! YOU WILL PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” You command, pushing his back while he leaves the room carrying you.
“If you guys wanna have sex pleeeeease do it on the floor. Keep my couch clean!” Stiles screams from his bedroom but you and Derek just ignore him. Well, you’re too angry to give a shit about anything now.
“Derek, I want you to PUT ME DOWN.”
“Keep your voice down, (Y/N).”
“Stop telling me what to do!” He puts you down and you try to run to the front door but Derek grabs your arm.
“Just brought you here to eat something.” He lowers his voice, pinning you against the wall. “Or to have some time alone with you, little one.”
“Don’t call me that.” Whispering, you avoid his gaze. “I have a party to go.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Before you can say anything, Derek’s lips meet yours abruptly.
You can’t help but surrender to his kiss for a while, but them you manage to push him away. Catching your breath, you keep your hands on his muscular chest, in a stupid attempt to keep him from kissing you again.
“Your kiss is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I’m still mad so don’t do that.” He gets closer again, your hands slowly moving until they’re wrapped around his neck. “If I let you kiss me you’ll allow me to go?”
You don’t let him finish, you just push him away and run back to Stiles’ bedroom.
“Fine them. You’re free to think I’m cute, but I’m still mad at you!” You yell at Derek while you run, soon reaching the bedroom.
“What? You’re guys are really fast.”
“Shut up, Stiles!” You kick his back, making him roll on the bed and fall to the ground. “We didn’t have sex, you idiot!”
”Just because she didn’t want to.” Derek shuts the door close, sitting on the same chair you were planning to throw at him.
“Shut. Up.” You cross your arms on your chest, jumping on Stiles bed making an angry face at Derek. “I love you but just shut up now.”
“Love you too, little one.”