Characters: Derek Hale, Reader.
You were younger than Derek, but that didn’t seem to matter much. Everyone but Derek seemed to know, so when Erica approached you and said they’d kissed, it somehow mad you both happy and sad. Happy, because he kissed someone the same age as you, and sad because well he kissed another girl.
You were walking to his loft because no one would answer their phone. You’d found out some important information, but you had no one to tell.
You didn’t bother to knock on his door, he didn’t mind that you were in and out. You walked inside to find him on the couch, on top of your teacher. Ms. Blake.
“Wow. Okay, I’ll come back later.” You turn around quickly.
“Y/N!” Derek yells after you as you exit the loft. You run as fast as your feet can carry you, not caring where you went just trying to get away.You end up at the river, trying to process your thoughts. This was a woman you saw everyday. You didn’t ever think anything over her, until you saw her underneath what could quite possibly be the love of your life.
Maybe he wasn’t the love of your life. If he was you’d be together by now. You were heartbroken and sad.You heard footsteps behind you, when you looked over your shoulder you saw Derek towering over you.
“What?” You sigh as you toss a rock into the river.
“You’re upset.” He sits beside you. “Why?”
You say nothing, but shake your head.
“C'mon, Y/N…talk to me.”
“I’m not upset, Derek. Just leave me alone.”
“You’re sad. Just get it off your chest.”
You look up into his eyes, the scruff on his face making you melt. “I said I’m fine.”
“But you’re lying. I can smell it on you.”
“Can we just not talk about it? Please?” You stand up and sigh.
“Let’s go somewhere.” He stands with you.
“What?” You turn and look at him.
“I said let’s go somewhere. Let’s get out on Beacon Hills for the night.”
“Really?” You smile as he takes your hand.
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
You’re in the passenger seat of his car, the windows rolled down as he drives down a country road.
“Can we talk now?” He looks over at you.
“Just drop it, Derek. Seriously.”
“What you saw isn’t what you think it was.” He bites his lip.
“Oh? So I didn’t see you making out with my teacher?” You snap.
He drums on the steering wheel. “I mean, yeah…but we aren’t a thing.”
“Whatever. I don’t even care.” You roll your eyes.
“Yes you do.” He looks at you and quirks an eyebrow.
“Look, I know you’re supposed to take care of me and whatever but really, drop it. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t care what feelings you think I have, I don’t want to express them.” You look out the window.
“Fine. Got it.” He turns the radio on, purposely inserting your favorite CD.
“Are you trying to make me like you, Derek Hale?” You turn and look at him.
“Oh, I already know you like me.” He smirks.
“Really? You might want to fact check.” You recline your seat, smiling up at the sky.
“Yeah. Okay.” He chuckles.
It’s been a couple months since the Blake/Hale encounter. She’s left town after she tried to kill you all of course. Derek’s planning on coming over, you two have been hanging out a lot since that night you two left town for a couple days.
You’re sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through Instagram when the doorbell rings. “Come in!” You shout, your stomach jumping at the fact that he’s here.
He walks in and smiles at you widely. “I ordered takeout for your address.”
“Did you get my favorite?” You turn and look at him.
“But of course.” He laughs and puts his keys down.
“What movie did you say you wanted to watch?” You lead him to the living room.
He grabs a throw pillow and puts it behind his head as he lies on the couch. “I don’t care. Turn on whatever.”
You grin. “Twilight?”
“For God’s sake, no.” He groans.
“You said whatever.” You shrug, putting in a romantic comedy.
“You should know that whatever means not the Twilight saga.” You both laugh as you sit beside him. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close.
You lay your head on his shoulder and smile. You end up falling asleep but you wake up when you hear Derek on the phone.
“No, I didn’t tell her. I can’t do it. She means too much to me. She probably thinks I’m too old for her anyway….” You pretend to stay asleep, suddenly curious.
“No. What if she thinks it’s weird? I can’t lose her, Peter. Y/N’s the only one I’ve ever loved like this and if that weirds her out…” He sighs. He senses your movements. “I gotta go. Bye.” He hangs up and turns to look at you. “Y/N?”
You open your eyes and look up at him.
He turns bright red. “You heard all of that didn’t you?”
“I mean…no? Not all of it.”
“What did you hear then?” He rubs the top of your hand.
“I heard that you’re in love with me.” You sit up and smile.
“That’s weird, right? I’m sorry.”
You put your other hand on his. “It’s not weird…I just…it seems too, uh…too convenient. Is this all a joke to you?” You pull your hand away as your thoughts begin to race.
“What? A joke? No. Y/N, where would you get that from?”
You shrug. “It just…this is because you knew I was jealous of Ms. Blake, isn’t it? You sensed it so you’re getting off on making fun of me for it.”
“God, no. Y/N, I really do love you. No joke. You can listen to my heartbeat if you want.”
“Promise?” You bite your lip.
“I promise. You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.” He smiles, looking into your eyes.
“Well…if this isn’t a joke, I’ve been in love with you for a year and a half.”
He chuckles. “I know.”
“Of course. You always smelled like attraction.”
“Wow. Great. Thanks for telling me.” You sigh.
He pulls you back into his arms. “I do love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I really do.”