The Bite: Derek Hale x reader (One Shots)

And they were roommates

The bad part of sharing this apartment was not the room itself but the roommate. Being an alpha myself it was hard to live with another one. There was always boundaries being crossed, lines being erased and redrawn and just all around irritation.
Very rarely did it ever get physical but it was always verbal.

"Derek. I told you to put the milk on the left side! It's not that difficult of a task!"
"Why do I have to put it on the left? It's so stupid! Literally no one cares."
"I care! That's why I asked you to do it." I mocked
"You put the milk on the left then if it's so important to you!"
"I do! You move it every time!"
"You're being ridiculous!"
"No I'm being kind. I've asked you many times before to just please do it and yet you refuse."
"Because I'm not gonna spend half my life worrying about such side the milk goes on!"
"I'm not worrying about it I'm keeping things organized!"
"You're being psychotic about it!"
"You know what I just... I'm done. I can't." I raised my hands in defeat and walked away from him.
He got under my skin so much. There was never one person who irritated me more than he did.
I walked to my room and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt a low vibration in my throat and realized I was growling. I rubbed at my throat to get it to stop and I cleared my throat.
I sighed and gritted my teeth.

"God he irritates me."
There was a knock on the door which sent an irritating feeling up my spine.
"What?!" I snapped as I looked toward the door.
"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" Scott asked quietly as he noticed my anger.
"No. Sorry. I'm just... upset right now."
"Derek get to you again?"
"Yes!" I shouted as I turned around with a snarl "He gets under my skin like no other and I don't know why! He's so annoying all the time. 'Do this y/n' 'do that y/no' 'that's stupid y/n'. It gets on my damn nerves!"
"Wow. I never knew he irritated you so much. I know you guys bicker and pick on each other but I didn't know it was actual hatred."
"Oh hatred isn't even the beginning of it kid."
"Why do you dislike him so much?"
"He questions everything I do. He always makes everything as chore. He makes conversation seem like a battle field. He makes fun of the things that are important to me. He tries and tries to make everything seem like a competition. Everything he does just rubs me the wrong way."
"Do you do that back to him?"I stopped for a moment and thought of the ways that I use a little to spite him
"Yeah, a little." I admitted quietly.
"Well, do you think he feels the same about you?"
"Of course he does. Because I do the same thing."
"Well then maybe you should start being the solution to the problem."
"I don't make fun of him though! That's what gets me the most."
"He makes fun of you?"
"Yes! He insults me, tells me the stuff I'm doing is stupid. I ask him to do one thing to make my life easier and suddenly he's a critic. I didn't ask for a lecture, I asked for a simple task to be done."
"Can you give me an example of what he does that hurts your feelings?"
"Like... a couple days ago I asked him if he could put the milk on the left side of the fridge from now on. I've always had the milk on the left side so it's a habit. He refuses to do it and when I ask him to or remind him, he always gets angry and says stuff like 'you're being psychotic about it' or 'why do you care so much' and it bugs me. Like it's not that hard of a task why can't you just do it and not make it a bigger deal than it is?!"
"Okay, well does he know you feel this way?"
"Of course not! Why would he? He doesn't pay attention to anyone but himself."
"Well then maybe you should bring it up to him."
"I'm not doing that. We are not in therapy."
"Try it. Seriously. Maybe you'll find life is a lot easier when you actually talk to someone."
"I'm not doing it." I crossed my arms and averted my gaze away from Scott.
"Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.
"What are we doing?"
"You'll see."

He pulled me down the stairs and to the kitchen where Derek was making a snack.
"Derek. Y/n has something she'd like to talk to you about."
"No I told you no. I'm not doing it!" I shouted at Scott
"Just do it!" He hissed back
"No!"
"Would you guys please tell me what's happening!!" Derek interrupted our argument.
"Y/n has expressed some feelings to me and she would like to share them with you."
"No i wouldn't!"
"Would you just do it!" Scott shouted as he left the kitchen.
Derek leaned back on the counter, one of his arms gripping the edge of the countertop while the other held his small sandwich in it.
"So, what are you gonna tell me?" He raised his arm like he was waiting for me to grace him.
"You can't even take this seriously!"
"You said you didn't want to!"
"Because I know this is how you're gonna react!"
"Like what?"
"Like you always do! Like you don't care about me! Like I mean nothing. Like I'm just some phantom that lives in your house! I'm here too. I have feelings to and regardless of what you think I'm upset with you. I always am. Always. I'm disappointed in you! When I moved in I thought this would be fun! I thought we'd actually have a chance at being friend and being cool with each other but you still decide to completely ignore everything I say and do. And it's annoying, it's hurtful. It hurts my feelings because you pretend like I don't have any and I'm sick of it."
"You always undermine my feelings."
"Because you do it to me and I'm tired of putting up expectations and effort into someone who doesn't do the same for me!" I shouted. I felt that odd little lump in the back of your throat you always feel when you're about to cry.
I had never cried in front of him before. Even around him I've rarely cried. Only twice, in my room at night when I knew he was sleeping.
"Don't cry. You're stronger than that." Derek commanded as he handed me a water.
"No I'm really not. I'm a crybaby."
"Just because you cry doesn't make you a crybaby."
"I've never see you cry before." I gasped after I took a long drunk of water.
"I've wasted all my tears in my teenage years when my entire family died and my girlfriend was spared."
"Damn... I didn't know we were going down this rabbit hole."
Derek looked sad. I could tell in his eyes that he was close to crying. I didn't want him to cry, I wouldn't know how to handle that. Against my better judgement, I walked closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"What are you doing?" He asked shocked
"Just shut up and accept the hug. Dont make it awkward. I know you need it so just take it and be happy."
I couldn't feel him move until he slowly put his arms around my neck. He pressed he cheek against my head and sighed heavily.
I felt him squeeze tighter and he didn't let go. I decided it was best to wait till he lets go. I could tell he needed it and no one had shown him affection in a while. And while I was the least qualified person to give him affection I was the only one here for the task. And being the responsible alpha I was, I took action.
He finally eased his grasp on me and I pulled back.
"Thanks...for that." He nodded after.
"Done mention it. Seriously. Don't mention it."
"I won't."
"I'm gonna... go up to my room." I pointed as I walked backward
"Sounds good."
I turned and roll my eyes but I felt a small smile prick at my mouth. I smiled and let out a small scoff as I made my way up the stairs. I felt a weird tingle in my heart. I scratched at my chest and sighed. The feeling made me a little irritated. I guess I was uncomfortable with the change in feeling
"You Derek hale make me so angry."