Touch - Derek imagine
For the anon who inspired the idea for this and which wouldn’t leave me alone until i finished it. Enjoy! Ps. The cookies are a little shoutout to one of my favourite authors who first came up with it and I have no accepted that as fact. Also, you cannot convince me Derek isn’t secretly a cuddle monster.
Requested: Yes. Word count: 1838.
It started off as an experiment after a random comment from Stiles, caught up in one of his usual rants about stuff random facts he stumbled upon during one of his deep dives into wikipedia. Pretty much like most everything that had happened to you, it was totally the energetic teenagers fault.
“Hey, did you know that hugs can actually reduce stress for weres?”He paused long enough to stuff some curly fries into his mouth.
“Really?” Scott questioned.
“You shouldn’t believe everything you read online.” Lydia commented, not lifting her gaze from the book she was reading. And that right there was pretty much like a dare. And if there was one thing you could always count on, was that the sheriff’s son would never back down from one.
“Okay, so let’s try it out.”Stiles stood up, gesturing for Scott to get up on his feet and pulled him in right there in the school cafeteria. “Hey there buddy.”
“Well, did it work?” Stiles prodded as the duo pulled apart.
are you feeling Scott?” Isaac spoke up, eyes flicking between the
crap, that actually worked.”
after that, you somehow became the unofficial
pack plush toy,
by cuddly monsters who craved your attention and touch. It was
everything from a quick hug for Scott before his Chemistry test, to
comforting Isaac after a nightmare. You didn’t know exactly when it
happened, but somehow your room had turned into a hotel, wolves
coming over for sleepovers. One time you ended up being pushed out of
bed because there was too many people, after that you started putting
mattresses on the floor instead so you could spread out and sleep in
a pile. Another thing you never saw coming. Though you had to admit,
it was nice how the bond grew stronger, as you got closer. Even
Peter tried to get in on the action though you promptly shot him with
Allison’s bow because hell no.
The only one who didn’t partake was the younger Hale, not for lack of
trying though. Stiles’ hugged Derek and got punched in the face,
since that no one tried repeating it.
You could see right through that sulky facade and the furrowed eyebrows in annoyance. He was jealous, he wanted it just as much as the others but for some reason he was denying himself. It was with a pang you remembered that his last pack died years ago and no one had probably shown him any kind of affection since then. You had a bit of a breakdown after that one, resolving to fix this immediatly. You knew he would never ask for it, so you decided to do something about it because you couldn’t take it any longer. You waited for a while, biding your time to find a good moment before shutting that down realizing that was never gonna happen. So, instead, you struck one day after a particularly testy day fighting fae. Everyone was in a bad mood after that, so you did what you do best; cheering them up. You stuck around after the others had left the loft, cutting him off from whatever he was about to say, pouncing on him before he had a chance to react or move away. He promptly froze, though easing up after a little while of you refusing to let him go, you only squeezed harder. He was a werewolf, he could have pushed you off easily or picked you up and thrown you out the door but he didn’t. He just stood there, arms against his side, and let you cuddle him. Afterwards you left without a word, throwing him a soft smile over your shoulder as you left but that was that. He wasn’t much of a talker, and you didn’t want to force him into doing something he wasn’t ready for.
was the catalyst, now adding the grumpy alpha to your list of strays
showing up in your bedroom for some cuddles. Though with Derek it was
different, you took things slower, not wanting to startle him and
undo all the progress he’d been making. He would only ever come
over when you were alone, he’d promptly left another time when
Isaac and Scott showed up, and he would only stay for a little bit at
first. You were used to your window being used more than your actual
front door, so it didn’t surprise you anymore when someone showed
up. At least Derek gave you a soft knock of warning before coming
inside, most nights anyways. That first night he actually stayed
over, he tumbled in, bloody and clothes torn with the most emotion
you’d ever seen in those hazel eyes. You acted on instinct, pulling
in into a firm hug, before cleaning him up and getting him some
clothes and wrapping him up in blankets, laying down next to him,
careful not to press against his wounds, but close enough for him to
feel your body heat and picked up the book you were reading and
gently ran your fingers through his dark hair with your free hand. His peaceful breathes
helped calm your nerves and you fell
asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. He was gone by the time you
woke up, and avoiding you for a couple of days before you confronted
him and told him he was an idiot and you were expecting him tomorrow
night, no excuses.
If someone had told you a couple of months ago that you would be sharing a bed with Derek Hale, you’d have laughed in their face. You didn’t have much of a relationship at first, more like tentative allies than partners, but it had blossomed since you started spending time together without threat of imminent danger or saving each others lives. You would count him as a friend now, getting to know Derek the person and not Alpha Derek who’s angry and doesn’t know what he’s doing leading a pack of teenagers. You were talking a lot, about the pack and you tried helping him out the best you could, but also non-werewolf related things like books and movies. Or you’d just sit in silence, enjoying each other company reading or watching a show. You learned that Derek was not a microwave popcorn kind of person, they taste better in a pan, and he loves gingersnaps. Seriously, he ate a plate of them you’d made for a bake sale, managing to look guilty when you walked into the kitchen and caught him redhanded, crumbles on his shirt.
He volunteered to help you make more. He’s now banned from the kitchen.
Things were getting better though, in general, and with the pack. Since the others were able to smell Derek’s scent lingering on you, and after a serious talk, they started to include the sour wolf in things as well. Group hugs were now a mandatory thing after a successful day of kicking butts, or after a rough one. The pack had grown closer, and you could see the change in Derek as well, he seemed to be breathing a bit easier, more sure of himself and his place in the pack and as a leader. This wasn’t just a group of people forced together fighting, it was a pack. A family. The first time you saw him smile was after that group hug, it was half a smile but it was genuine, you could see it in his eyes. And it was beautiful, you wish you’d brought a camera so you could freeze that moment. Sadly it was promptly cut short by Chris Argent showing up.
thing about being a human running with wolves, you were a weakness
and therefore also the target of everyone trying to hurt the pack, or
just general assholes who got their kick out of hurting kids.
Frankly, with the amount of hospital visits since you moved here, you
should have earned a free one by now. Mrs McCall was not amused by
that suggestion, muttering about idiots as she finished changing the
dressing on your arm. This time was a close call, and you would have
a constant reminder everyday you looked in the mirror. The big bad of
the week had almost succeeded in removing your heart. Thankfully
Scott came bursting through the door and saved the day and you passed
out, supposedly being carried by Derek all the way to the hospital.
Yeah, there was a conversation that you did not want to have, but it
couldn’t be put off any longer. You were officially discharged and
sent home, ordered to rest and not doing any strenuous activities.
is why you were in your pajamas at 3pm, hair up in a messy bun having
a Netflix marathon and stuffing your face full of snacks when
something crashed on to the floor, startling you. Looking up, your
eyes locked with familiar pools. If looks could kill, he’d glare a
hole in your head. Oh boy. He looks pissed. You had seen him angry
before, but not like this, not at you. You jumped up, subconsciously
moving back towards the door like he was a wild animal. Though, to be
honest in that moment he was.
“What the hell where you thinking? Are you actually insane? Do you have some sort of death wish?”
“I was thinking that he needed to be stopped before someone else got hurt.”
“Someone did.” Which, fair point. Then suddenly, he was moving towards you rapidly and something inside you told you to run. Derek Hale is finally going to tear my throat out. Shit.
“I’m sorry I-” Something crashed into you, if it weren’t for the arms around your waist holding you upright you’d be on the floor right now. It took you a moment to process what was happening, then it hit you. Oh. Derek’s hugging me. He had never initiated one before. Now, he was clinging to you like you would float away if he let go and you realized he wasn’t angry, he was scared. Scared for you. Before you made the choice, your arms found their way around, returning the hug and you burrowed your face into his neck, his scent filling your nostrils.
You weren’t sure of how long you stayed like that, but when he finally took a step back and fixed you with a stare, you missed his touch already.
“Don’t ever do that again. You’re pack. They need you.” I need you.
“I promise to try my hardest not to die. Okay? You won’t get rid of me that easily.” I’m not going anywhere. He scoffed, shaking his head.
“Why did it have to be teenagers?” He sighed.
“Oh hush you big teddy bear, you know you love me.”
“I tolerate you.”
“Okay, whatever you say sour wolf. So, are you staying?”