Derek Hale Imagines

All you did was shave

"I don't know why you're freaking out!" Stiles gasped as you walked round the apartment until he grabbed you to make you stop before he got dizzy.

"Someone experimented on Derek, you want to save him on your own and the reason Scott convinced me to move with you to New York, was not because getting out of town would be good for us, but because you had the crazy idea of becoming a vigilante with powers you gained while failing to rescue him." You ranted and he shrugged as he nodded.

"Yeah pretty much." He smiled until you took a deep breath and pinched the bridge your nose as you sighed and shook your head.

"We grew up in beacon Hills. You got bit by a spider and got your powers! Spider-boy, not a werewolf, a spider" You flailed your arms and he groaned.

"Man, i'm a man!" He sighed and you giggled.

"I guess." You muttered as you headed to your room.

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"They want pictures of Superman." You told Stiles as you plonked yourself on the seat next to Stiles who looked up from what he'd been typing with his tongue still poking out.

"Um, ok." He mumbled and you nodded.

"Shall I call Derek or are you gonna do it?" You asked rolling your eyes when Stiles started to object and say you were wrong. "Seriously Stiles he looks like Derek after he shaves."

"What, no... he's not... oh. My. god. He's Derek!" Stiles yelped and you held in a laugh as you rolled to your desk.

"Yeah now come on, Derek's just taken a picture on Insta... seriously he took a picture of the city while flying, why does nobody believe me when I say he's Superman!" You sighed as Stiles grabbed his camera and led you out before you could draw attention.

"I just said I believe you!" He hissed as you reached the elevator.

"He's not even trying to make it hard to know it's him." You groaned.

Stiles dragged you along, hailing a cab as you kept track of the pictures Derek was posting, until they suddenly stopped at a government building. "Is he in there, how are we supposed to... oh right the whole spider-thing." He chuckled when you got out of the cab and glared at him.

"You suit up and i'll take the stairs." You sighed, grabbing your ID as you dodged through the crowd that was pushing into the building trying to get a story. "And in Beacon Hills we just..." You hit the side door just below the lock and it loosened allowing you to swipe your reporters ID through the lock.

It took you a few minutes to jog all the way up stairs without getting spotted and when you did you found the confused wolf or Superman looking around. You jumped when something red and blue thumped into the window. "Ow, crap, Scott was right I need to practise landings." You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose as he skittered up the building and dropped into an open window.

"Derek!" You hissed, darting between armed soldiers as you hurried over to the tights clad man.

"(Y/N)... how do you know it's me?" He asked and Stiles chuckled as he hopped over.

"I wouldn't ask that it gets her pretty mad." He whispered as you fake laughed.

"Derek! You literally shaved and painted yourself in primary colours!" You whisper yelled then pointed at the armed men gathering around you. "Why are you here because we're about to get shot at!"

"I was taking pictures and I flew into the building." He admitted and you groaned.

"I long for the dark brooding days." You grumbled as Stiles slung a web just above the window he'd come through.

"Yeah the dark depressed werewolf days where we could barely make it through the week without being murdered by a teacher." Stiles said sarcastically. "Hold on!"

Before you could object Stiles grabbed you and you squeezed your eyes shut as he swung out of the building and around the corner while Derek followed. "I hate it when you do that." You groaned and tried not to look over the side of teh building.

"This is almost as high as our apartment." Stiles teased while Derek started taking pictures.

"I think he's a little... off since he got experimented on... we should really take care of him." You whispered to Stiles who nodded.

"We have the sofa bed and there's a job going at the paper." Stiles answered quickly and you nodded.

"You know if we turned you into Strawberry-man put some yellow dots on you, the two of you would match." You teased and he laughed, perching himself on the air conditioning unit.

"What kind of strawberry shoots spider webs?" He asked, pulling his mask half off as you leant against Derek, the three of you enjoying the sunset and snapping pictures of Superman.