The Bite: Derek Hale x reader (One Shots)

Protective pt 1

It's no secret that Derek was protective over me. Not because we were in love or anything but because I was pretty important to his family.
His mom was one of my most important role models after my mom had left and after my dad had hit rock bottom.
I would usually just stay the night and hang out with Cora. Cora was my best friend and so I'd always see Derek around. He became part of my daily life growing up so it was just comfort to see him. That's why I was always hanging around his loft or sitting next to him at pack meetings.
Okay maybe that's not the whole reason I like being around him. Maybe it's also because he's crazy hot and attractively emotionless. But he always seemed to be different around me. He was always open around me which I liked even more.
And maybe I did feel a little jealous when he started to like Jennifer and then braeden, but still, it's not like I could just say 'hey, I'm in love with you. You can't date anyone else but me'. He'd think I was crazy. But something still deep inside me wishes he'd notice me for once and actually consider being more then just like my older brother.

"Come on y/n we gotta go." Derek said as he pulled braeden out of the room by her hand.
Their fingers intertwined and my heart struck a soft chord. Every time they did something half romantic together it made me hurt inside even though I didn't show it.
Braeden had gone her separate way, leaving before we did.
I stood there, the jealousy in me boiling up.
"Come on y/n." Derek called again, more annoyed by my deliberance.
"No." I whispered.
"What did you just say?" Derek asked angrily.
"I said no. Just leave me here." I shouted.
"What has gotten into you? You've been acting like... like a teenager for a couple days now. What is going on?" He asked half worried and half angry.
"I just... I don't want to go. Just go to the stupid meeting without me. I don't care." I threw the jacket I was holding, onto the couch and ran into the room with dereks bed on it. I flopped down and started to cry.
So many emotions of anger, sadness, jealousy and confusion tore around in my brain. I was kind of hoping this whole thing was just teenage hormones.
Derek knocked on the half opened door and walked in.
"Hey. What's wrong, beautiful?"
He's called me beautiful ever since I went to my ninth grade dance. It was the first time I've actually tried to look good and so calling me beautiful as a nickname is kind of like a joke to us.
I shook my head as tears rolled down my face and as my back heaved upward from my heavy breathing.
He sat down and rubbed my back as my crying slowed down. Calmness swept over me as his touch instantly calmed me.
I exhaled heavily as I stopped my crying. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him.
I never usually hugged him. We weren't very mushy best friends. We kind of just stuck together after the fire happened because we were all each other had for normality.
He hugged me back to indicate he was okay with the hug and he held me tight. He was never one for feelings until it came to me. He was never more protective over anyone until me. In some ways I'm all he has left. He rubbed my back still in our embrace.
I left him go and I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
He wiped away a tear newly fallen and smiled at me.
"Tell me what's wrong."
I looked into his somber green eyes and sighed.
"If I tell you this it might change the way you look at me and the way our friendship changes." I warned. I was gonna tell him. I was gonna tell him that I loved him.
"Beautiful, Nothing could change the way I look at you." He said smiling.
"This could." I deadpanned.
His smile faded, knowing this was serious.
"Tell me. I'm here." He said grabbing my hand.
"I... I think... I think that I-"
I was interrupted by braeden walking in the door.
"What's going on?" She asks seeing him hold my hand.
"I just felt bad. He just tried to cheer me up." I explained.
"Oh. Well you coming Derek? The meeting is gonna start and we need you there." Braeden rushed Derek out the door but not before giving me a disgusted look.
Lord I'll never be able to tell him with her watching like a hawk.