Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

Checking In- Derek Hale Drabble

Music played softly in your room while you sat on your window seat and read your book. Well, tried to read your book. Your mind kept playing over the argument you'd gotten into with Stiles earlier. He was always teasing you or trying to get you to believe things that weren't real, but how were you supposed to know? Most of your friends were werewolves or banshees or whatever.

Stiles didn't mean anything by his teasing, you knew that, but today he'd made a comment about how you looked in the outfit you had on today and it had been too much. You'd snapped, he snapped back and by the time it was over, you stormed out of the loft and came home. Realizing you were stewing over the argument yet again, you sighed and tried to focus back on your book.

A soft knock on the window beside your head had you pressing a hand to your chest as you jumped and your heart skipped. A quick glance showed Derek on the other side of the glass giving you a sheepish smile. He gave you a little wave when you frowned at him.

Shifting onto your knees, you lifted the window so he could come in. "Derek, I gave you a key for a reason. What are you doing?"

He shrugged and pulled you against his chest so he could wrap his arms around you. "I saw you sitting there and couldn't resist. Just like old times, huh?"

"You're a pain in the ass, Hale." Your voice was muffled as you spoke against his chest.

He grunted in what you assumed was agreement. "I wanted you to know I ripped Stiles' throat out with my teeth for upsetting you."

You tilted your head back to look up at him. "You did not."

"No, but I will if you want me to." He grinned then leaned forward and captured your lips with his own. Suddenly, your argument with Stiles was the last thing on your mind.