The Bite: Derek Hale x reader (One Shots)

Dont hide little wolf pt 3

"We should be there in a minute. Scott's house isn't too far from the hospital."
"And how are they going to feel about you inviting someone?"
"They won't care. They love new people... mostly. Just show them you're not a threat and they will be okay."
"Not a threat?"
"They are a little on edge. They've been threatened a couple times... a month."
"Damn... what happens in this town?"
"So much." Derek sighed.
We pulled into a driveway and Derek shut off the engine.
"It'll be okay." Derek reassured. "They are good people."
I nodded in return and we walked up to the door. Derek rang the doorbell and the door opened quickly in response.
"Derek! You're here! And... who are you?" A brown haired boy who almost resembled a younger Derek asked
"I'm y/n. I just moved here. I met Doc-Derek not too long ago and he invited me to meet you." I paused and then clarified "so I could meet the supernaturals of this town."
"You're one of us?"
"Not a werewolf, but yes."
"What are you?"
"We don't know." Derek interjected.
"Huh." The boy nodded "well... come on in. I'm Scott by the way."
The rest of the group walked to the front door, assumably to see what was taking Scott so long.
"Oh this is my best friend Stiles, his girlfriend Lydia. This is Liam and his best friend mason. Malia who is Derek's cousin and Kira my girlfriend."
"Hi! Nice to meet you all."
"Who's she?" Scott's best friend asked
"Supernatural like us. Status unknown." Scott drew out the last bit.
"Well... let's get to know you a little better."

We all sat down and talked about me and who they were. I got a rundown on all their abilities and personalities. I had a feeling I was going to be Stiles best friend. He didn't know it yet, but I would be. He was the most skeptical of me. With good reason. He was by far the most logical.
Derek walked into the kitchen as I grabbed a bottle of water.
"They'll warm up to you. They are just weary."
"I know. I just wish they'd warm up a little faster."
He smirked and looked down at the floor.
"Deaton said something about you." I inquired
"Uh oh. What does that mean?"
"He said you were emotionless. Because of what happened to you. But youre always smiling. What does he mean by that?" I capped the water bottle and turned away from him
"Usually I am pretty cut off. Emotionally I don't respond well. But it's different with you. I don't know why."
"Is it because you have a crush on me?" I joked as I opened the fridge and placed the water bottle in it
"Crushes are for teenagers."
"You didn't deny it." I turned around with a smirk
"No, I don't have a crush on you."
I just laughed and walked toward him. I patted his back as I walked past him.
"I'm just messing with you."

Third pov
Derek sighed as his planted feet refused to move from the kitchen.
He was puzzled with the feelings he had. He couldn't possibly be into her could he? It's just not like him.
Derek was a very passionate person. But the only passion Derek seemed to have was lust. He hadn't genuinely love someone like that since... well since Paige.
Not many people could look past his stone wall of sociopathic tendencies to see his center. Not many people would stick around long enough to blend the lust into love. And y/n hadn't been in his life for long but there was a difference with her. She didn't try to make him love her. He found her safe because she didn't try to lure him. She had no alterer motive. She fell right into his life but she wasn't dangerous. Derek didn't understand what that meant. He didn't understand why.

Derek found himself stuck in his head as he stumbled back out to the living room.
"You okay?" A voice tugged on his consciousness. He looked up to see y/n furrowing her brows toward him.
"Yeah. I'm okay. I just was in my own head."
"Careful, there's a lot of room up there. Don't get lost." Stiles laughed
"Oh ha ha." Derek snarled.
Derek sat down next to y/n and she rubbed his arm lightly as a form of comfort.
Derek looked at her and then down to the floor.
"So y/n, you're supernatural?" Scott inquired
"Uh yeah. Apparently, but I still have no clue what I am."
"What about your parents?"
"What about them?"
"What are they?"
"Um... I don't know. I never met them. My parents left me when I was a child. I was passed around from person to person."
"So you're adopted."
"No. I was never put into the foster system. My first adult, she kept me for about four years before she got sick and died. She was homeless so she didn't have healthcare. The guy that took me after was pretty old. I was only with him for about a year. I didn't know where to go after that so I traveled around for a year or so. Ended up getting sheltered by a mom and her daughter. I stayed with them for a long time. Ten years maybe? I wandered off one night after I was drunk and I never saw them again. And that's how I ended up here."
"Wow. Your life must have suppressed your powers. You could be anything."
"Is there any way I could find out? Like... a DNA test or something?"
"That's... not really how it works."
"Well I don't really have a lot of time. I am running out of money for the hotel I'm staying in."
"You can stay with one of us." Lydia suggested.
"You can stay here." Scott offered.
"No, Scott, your mom can barley pay for you two. You can stay with me." Stiles overruled
"And you think your dad is any better off?" Scott sympathized
"She can stay with me if my mom is okay with it." Lydia shrugged.
"No." Derek grumbled "she will stay with me."
Everyone stared at him.
"I live by myself in a giant apartment, I have more money then I could ever use, and maybe I can help her learn her powers. I have all the books my parents had on supernatural creatures so I could try."
"Okay. That's that then." Stiles sighed.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Well, I think that covers it all. Derek call us if you find anything."
Everyone stood up and went their own ways.
"We will have to go collect your stuff from your hotel room before we head to my apartment." Derek clicked his seatbelt and backed out of the driveway.

Your pov
We stopped at the hotel and I quickly ran up to my room and stuffed my backpack. I checked out at the front desk and paid in cash. I hopped back into his black car and watched as we drove to his apartment. I tried to map out the directions, mentally noting landmarks in case I need to find my way there on my own.
We pulled into a parking lot which sat in front of a building.
"Holy shit this place is huge. Which ones yours?"
Derek pointed all the way to the top with a squint and a tight pressed mouth.
"Damn!" I laughed.
"How much does that bad boy cost?"
"Don't know. It just came with the building." He shrugged.
I grabbed his shoulder and stopped him
"You own the whole building?" My mouth hung open
"Yeah." He laughed
"I knew you were rich but I didn't know you were that rich."
Derek furrowed a brow.
"I told you, deaton talks."
"Damn him." Derek sighed.
Derek showed me up to his apartment and then around the barren inside.
"Yeah you're totally single. There's no way a woman would live like this." I laughed
"I have what I need."
"No what you really need is some interior design advice. And I'd start with painting, and more furniture, and you could also use a haircut."
"That's not interior design advice."
"No it's just advice."
"Okay... well, you can take the bed and I will take the couch."
I nodded and dropped my bag next to the bed.
"Do you mind if I take a shower? I wouldn't want to get in your bed like this."
"Yeah no problem, bathroom is that way."
I reached into my bag and groaned looking at the dirty and wrinkled clothes.
I cursed to myself and mumbled about how I needed to do laundry.
"Do you need a clean shirt? You can borrow one of mine."
I looked up at him from my hunched over position and glared.
"It's not like that. Just take one as a welcome gift. I'll throw your clothes in the washer while you're in the shower and then you'll have your own clothes for tomorrow."
"Okay. Sure."
He handed me a shirt that looked comfortable and I grabbed a pair of relatively clean pajama pants. I walked to the shower and gave Derek my clothes bag. He nodded and then walked away.
I stepped in the shower and cursed to myself as I tried to figure out the knobs.
"Okay I think.. this is how you do it." Water started to spray out and I dipped my hand. "Oh cold! Cold cold! Okay ummm... other way then?"
The water started to get warmer slowly and then the steam started to rise.
"Bingo!" I laughed and soaked myself in hot water "oh my god this is amazing." I rested my head on the shower wall and laughed. The hotel I was staying in got to lukewarm water at best. This was the first hot shower in weeks.
There was a knock on the door that startled me but it was just Derek
"You can use my soap if you want to for the night. We can go out and get you some of your own if you want tomorrow. Actually we can get you a lot of stuff if you want to stay for a while." He went quiet after that. I think he was waiting for a response.
"Oh. Um yeah! That would be great! Thanks."
"No problem." I heard his footsteps deafening and knew he had walked away from the door. I leaned my head back onto the wall and just let the water drip down my back.

I opened the bathroom door and the steam rolled out into the open air.
"Feel better?" Derek asked leaning back onto his desk.
"Yeah I feel a lot better. Thanks." He nodded and turned to sit in his chair. "What are you working on?"
I asked curiously as I walked over and ringing out my hair with a towel as to not drip on his floor
"Ah, just some random stuff for the pack."
"What is this book? It looks ancient." I laughed
"It's called the beastiary. It's supposed to have every supernatural creature in it."
"Could it help me find out what I am?"
"It could, if you had any clue."
I sighed and looked over at the bed.
"Well, we can always start tomorrow. But right now I'm exhausted so I'm going to get into bed."
"Okay. Do you mind if i stay up a little longer?"
"No totally. Do what you have to do. I'm the one invading your space."
"Okay. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
I slid into bed, she sheets were thermal but cold to the immediate touch. They crinkled in just the right way. I laid my head on the pillow and felt my brain go fuzzy as I drifted off.

"Just take her with you."
The world was dark
"I can't! Honey you know I can't."
I could hear the conversations but the words were faded and wobbled slightly
"She's not safe with me. What if I claw her? Or what if she traps me. I can't."
The panic started to slowly set in. Was this a memory?
"She's not safe with me either. You know she's being hunted. I will not let her endure the same fate I did."
No it was a dream. But it felt so real.
"Then... we have to give her up."
This wasn't a dream

"Y/n!" I gasped and sat up. I reached for the arm on my shoulder.
"What?"
"You were having a nightmare."