I Can Take Care of Myself! ~ a Derek Hale imagine
You found that he was being overprotective towards you. You understood that he didn’t want you getting hurt, with all the supernatural stuff going on around you, but you could take care of yourself! You knew how to defend yourself, just like Allison. Well, more with knives and machetes. You just had to be careful. That’s a thing you lacked of; carefulness. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want you going with them on some “missions”. You’d be ready to jump in front of anyone if it meant you could save them somehow. Even if it meant that you’d compromise your safety or the mission altogether, you wouldn’t think twice about doing it.
And you did it.
They rushed you to the hospital as soon as possible. Scott laid your bloodied body down on the bed they had brought to you. You laid limp on it, barely staying awake. You had a big gash going across your stomach, plenty of small cuts and bruises on your whole body, some cuts going deeper than others and some that would require stitches for sure. One of them was going across your eyebrow to the side of your eye and your lower lip was cut open. Needless to say, your shirt was soaked in blood and you were in a pretty bad shape. Melissa was the first that rushed by your side to see how bad it was. She stopped the two boys from seeing you before you were patched up and they knew you were going to be okay. It took some time, but they stitched you up and soon enough, you were slowly waking up in a bed with a clean shirt and clean sheets.
You’d been told you could go home as soon as you’d eaten something and you did as fast as you could. You couldn’t bare the idea of staying in the hospital longer but Derek had decided that you would stay with him for sometimes. He wanted to look after you, mother you, you thought. You groaned at the thought of it. You still firmly believed you could take care of yourself.
Your boyfriend tried to take your hand to help you walk out of the hospital, you pulled away.
“I’m fine,” you said a little too harsh than intended.
He helped you in the car to sit you comfortably
“Derek I can sit by myself.”
He helped you get into the loft, you didn’t say a word.
For the next couple of days, he was trying to help you do everything. Literally everything. You had enough.
“Derek, I swear to god I’m fine!” you cried out, pulling your hands away from his. He was trying to take your pain away for a second time that day.
“I’m just trying to help.”
“Well don’t! I can deal with a little pain!” You stood up abruptly, immediately regretting it. You let out a small whimper and placed your hand over your stitches, holding yourself up on the closest piece of furniture.
Derek rushed to your side, taking your hand and taking the pain away, even when you tried to pull away.
“Derek,” you sighed, sitting back down.
“Look, I know you don’t want any help and that you can do things by yourself, but sometimes, you just need to let us do our thing. It’s just for a few days,” he whispered, sitting down beside you.
“I’m able to take care of myself, Derek,” you mumbled, looking directly into his eyes, “I’m not useless.”
“Ohh… I understand…”
“Understand what? There’s nothing to understand.”
“You don’t want to feel like you’re useless,” he stated, a small smile playing on his lips.
You rolled your eyes, adverting eye contact, “whatever…”
Derek cupped your face in his hand “Hey, you’re not useless,” He whispered, “You’re a big help. You just need to accept help once in a while. It doesn’t make you less able than anyone else.”
You smiled and looked up at him, “I guess I’m sorry…” you chuckled and he gave you a small peck.
“Just try to not get killed next time”
So? How is it for a first imagine? (After I get your review, I’m probably going to post it on the imagine blog I made ( visitingthefullmoononceamonth.tumblr.com )) I just really really wanted the opinion of someone who is experienced. thank you!
Yes! I would love to!
Well, you kinda have to enjoy writing. (Which I’m sure you do)
To start off I would pick a theme that’s easy to navigate, not to complex or crazy.
Write a preference like right away, don’t ask for ideas or anything, if you can’t think of any you can ask me and I’ll give ya some or even google it. Then after you’re done writing tag as many things you can so people see your work.
You could do ships for people, write a bunch of imagines to capture peoples attention! It’ll take a few weeks to build up followers and to get messages. I’m sure you’ll do great :)My experience was reading other peoples stories/preferences. I just decided to start my own one day but I’ve always loved to write/read in my spare time. You just have to have your mind set on what you’re after :)
You’re very welcome, I’m glad you liked it ❤️❤️
A/N: Derek isn’t finished yet!
Scott: You slipped on your high heels to go with your red dress. Scott decided that you both needed to get away from everything that dealt with werewolves and needed time for yourselves. You loved the idea and picked to go out for a dinner date.
"Are you ready babe? Were gonna be late." Scott yelled up the stairs as you came down them. His jaw dropped to the floor, and so did Stiles. "You look gorgeous (Y/N)."
"Thanks Scort." You walked down the stairs and into his open arms. You looked up at him with so much love. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him in your life.
"You look stunning (Y/N)! I wish I was the one taking you out." He smiled at you and wrapped an arm around you. You smiled at him and thanked him, you looked at Scott who seemed a bit frustrated. You walked away from stiles and said goodbye, Scott wrapped an arm around you tightly and escorted you to his car.
When he got in the car and pulled out of the driveway, you saw that look on his face. That look of jealousy and anger. “Are you okay Scott?”
"Just fine, my best friend was hitting on you!" You chuckled to yourself and grabbed his empty hand.
"Scott, I know he’s your best friend but he knows I’m yours. He was probably just being nice. It’s okay Scott. I’ll always be yours." You kissed his hand and looked at Scott who was finally smiling.
Stiles: You walked outside, the humid air hitting your face. You took off your shirt and shorts so you could lay out in your bathing suit. You felt a splash of water hit you and you squealed. “Stiles Stilinski, what do you think you’re doing?” You jokingly snapped. He smiled and hopped out of the pool.
"Don’t I get a hug darling?" You chuckled and shook your head no. But he didn’t take no for an answer. You went to run away but he already caught your arm and pulled you close to him. "Awe how sweet!!" He cooed. You laughed trying to get out of his grasp.
You and stiles both looked up when someone whistled, you turned around seeing Scott. You felt your cheeks get hot and you looked at the ground. “You look amazing in that (Y/N).”
"Uhh, thanks." You looked up at him with a shy smile. Scott did a canon ball into the pool. You looked back at Stiles who was starring into the pool. "Are you alright? You seem upset."
"My friend was hitting on my girlfriend, oh yeah I’m just so happy about that." He rolled his eyes and you smiled. You grabbed his hand and made him look you in the eyes.
"Stiles, I love you. I know what Scott did was a little out of hand, but you know I love you and that’s all that matters, right?" You watched as Stiles smiled.
"Ya you’re right (Y/N). It just made me feel uncomfortable and I didn’t really like it."
"I know stiles. That’s okay I understand." You kissed his cheek and he followed you into the house.
Isaac: you and Isaac were at Derek’s loft for another pack meeting, but everyone else was running late. His loft was extremely hot and since you had a tank top on underneath, you took your shirt off and laid it next to you.
"It is toasty in here." Isaac whispered, you nodded your head and watched as Derek walked in, his eyes on you.
"Wow, I never realized how beautiful you are till now." Derek winked at you and your cheeks turned to a light pink.
"Thanks." You faked a smile knowing Isaac would feel uncomfortable, and get jealous. You looked at him and he was tapping his feet furiously. "Isaac are you alright?" You asked, knowing what his answer would be.
"Why would Derek say something like that in front of me? He’s so dumb. I really hate him sometimes." You laughed and saw that Derek had left the room, a devious plan ran through your head. You leaned in and kissed his lips, passionately. So that he would know that you were his, your lips moved together. Derek came back in and you heard him groan.
You pulled away and mouthed the words I love you. And he smiled at you saying them back.