Multifandom Imagines

My Heart Scares You But A Gun Doesn't || Derek Hale

Derek Hale. Athlete. Dark hair. Light stubble. His gorgeous natural hazel irises. Not only that, he's also a werewolf. His eyes are a beautiful baby blue that pierce the night's darkness whenever shown.

Derek Hale.

My crush since high school.

And he knows it.

He likes me too.

But refuses to acknowledge it.

I am furious. I pace aggressively across the floor of my room as my mind rakes through all the possible outcomes. Not even Doctor Strange could have predicted what just happened.

Anxiously, I walked to Derek's loft. I had asked him to meet me there so that I could tell him that I love him. Scared out of my mind, I approached the door. Just as my shaking hand was about to knock on the door, Derek swung the door open. Heightened senses. He knew I was here.

"Hey Derek" I greet.
'"Y/N" he acknowledges.

He always has to be so cold. I know he usually doesn't mean it but this time it feel different. Like he knows something I don't.
I timidly walk in, the blue eyed beta intimidating me a little bit. As I walk in, my heart beats faster and faster.

"What's wrong Y/N? Your heartbeat is going crazy?" he asks concerned.
"I'm crazy nervous so I'm just gonna say it to get it over and done with. Scott and Stiles told me that you like me in a romantic way and i just wanted to tell you I feel the same" I blurted out.
"They lied" he lies.
"I doubt they'd lie to me about something that means so much to me" I reply.
"If that's all you came to say then leave Y/N" Derek demanded sharply.

I turned away, tears threatening at my eyes as I run away from the one who stole my heart.

I hate him. Ever since then he has acted as if nothing happened that night. As if I didn't tell him I like him. Except he likes to play a game, a game to test my patience. He does everything he can to annoy me and it's driving me insane. Literally.

Then an idea planted in my mind. It was a crazy one but in my mind right now it made perfect sense. So, I got in my car and drove to the loft.

I burst through the door, clutching the gun in my hand, careful not to pull the trigger straight away.

"Woah! Y/N what are you doing with a gun?" Derek asks as he rushes round the corner.
"Why won't you admit it?" I ask.
"Admit what?"
"That you love me" I shout.
"Because..."
"Because what?"
"Because I'm scared"
"So my heart scares you but a gun, loaded with a silver bullet, laced with wolfsbane doesn't?" I scream.
"No. I'm scared of hurting you. Scared of breaking your heart." he replies.

After hearing this I break down. I drop the gun, my mind's gone numb. I collapse to the floor and sob into my hands. As my breathing worsens, I feel two strong arms wrap around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry"