Derek Hale Imagines

always dread doctors pt. 1

Being a surgeon at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital is exhausting. Especially when there is a never-ending amount of supernatural bad guys. Which in turn makes a never-ending amount of injured people. Every day morning you come to your job and it's as if every night was the purge. Bad things happen, but this many it's excessive and exhausting. Today was no different, slowly you change out of your scrubs and put your clothes back on. Your limbs burn as you move, you let out a low groan. You are beyond relieved that the day is over and you have the weekend and Monday off.

Leaving the locker room you walk to the elevators and smile when you see Melissa who also happens to be leaving.

"Hey Y/n! Headin home?" She said with a tired smile as you two enter the elevator and hit the ground level button.

"Yes finally, Derek and I are heading up north for a few days. What about you?

"Well, I'm working tomorrow but only till noon. Then I'm to the spa." She says with a very large smile on her face.

"Oh, nice! Very jealous!!" You say laughing. The elevator doors open and you two walk out of the building. Bidding Melissa goodbye you walk to your car, hop in, and drive home. After what seems to be the longest drive in history you finally arrive home to the loft. After locking your car, you walking into the loft and heave the heavy door open. Your heart flutters when you see your mate. He is currently mixing something on the stove. Setting your bags on the couch you walk over to Derek and wrap your arms around his torso, laying your head against his warm back. Instantly you find comfort in the touch.

"Long day?"

You groan at the thought of your day. "Oh, you have no idea." He lets out a laugh and turns in your arms and wraps his around you.

"We should leave in a half an hour. I attempted to make y/f/f but it all looks pretty burnt." He says unwrapping an arm and gesturing to the food.

"It's ok Der, but I have to start packing-"

"It's already done, your suitcase is on the bed along with your makeup bag." He says and presses his lips against yours. "So that means that you and I can have a sort of nice dinner before we leave." You pull him down once again for a kiss. You wonder how you got this lucky to be with Derek. He may act cold and uncaring around others but he's a totally different person with you. Ending the kiss you push away.

"Is there anything that I can help you with?" Glancing at the dishes in the sink. "Maybe load the dishwasher or set the table?" You ask.

"Nope, I have everything." He says and transfers the food onto the plates.

"Really? Nothing?"

"Well, the chef thinks that he deserves a kiss."

"Oh, I see. Of course, anything for that chef." You say and peck him on the lips. Quickly you grab your plate and sit at the table.

"That wasn't what I meant." He says flatly as he walks over to the table. You just smile at him. Once he sits down you take a bite of y/f/f. The first thing you taste is that it is very burnt. You gingerly swallow the burnt food and quickly take a drink of water which Derek had set out. Which in fact only made it worst. Trying not to make a face you walk to the fridge and take out some milk which should hopefully help wash it down.

"That bad huh?"

Grimacing you nod, "I'm sorry, it's just really burnt. But I love that you tried which is something that most men won't even do. And if you really want to learn how to cook, you should call Melissa. She'd love to teach you how to. Cause we both know that I can't cook." He just laughs. You grab both of the plates and sadly dump them into the garbage can.