Derek Hale Imagines

Forgive

Derek x Reader

Requested by Anon

December event

Request: #christmas2022 I'd love a Derek Hale imagine to "Hey. I know... I know you're trying to avoid me, but just take this gift I got you and I will walk away." 🥺

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You were furious with Derek. He'd promised that he wouldn't get involved. That after he was attacked he would move on and stay out of whatever Scott was dealing with.

You'd found out that he hadn't done what he promised after you were called to the hospital to pick him up. The car ride home was silent until you pulled up to his apartment. "I'm sorry." That was all he said as if it fixed everything.

"Out." You said sharply. It was all you could get out without yelling at Derek who let out a shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry." He said again.

"You promised. That you wouldn't." You bit out. Derek sighed and nodded.

"I know. But what was I supposed to do? You wanted me to just leave Scott high and dry?" Derek asked quickly. He was getting defensive. You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you looked away.

"You know what. It's Christmas eve. You nearly got killed. I am going to be pissed off for as long as I need to so we're not going to talk about this until after the holidays. I'm going back to my place." You said in a tone that left him unable to say anything else. He reluctantly got out of the car and sighed as he shut the door. You started to back out of the driveway but he hurried to open the door again.

"Hey. I know... I know you're trying to avoid me, but just take this gift I got you and I will walk away." Derek said quickly. He didn't give you a chance to answer back, just set the gift on your car seat and shut the door. You glanced at it before driving away, seeing him watch you in the rearview mirror. You'd call him later, you decided. You needed time to cool off before you could talk things over with him. As you turned down the long road that led to your house something exploded out of the woods next to the car. Your hand smacked at the screen on the car's dashboard to try and call for help as something large barrelled down at you.

"(Y/N)?" You heard Derek say. He was the top name on your speed dial. You just had enough time to let out a yell and throw your hands up in front of your face as glowing eyes and glistening teeth collided with your car.