Teen Wolf Imagines

I don't want Normal- Derek Hale

(A/n)- This imagine is losely based upon season 3b when Malia was still in her coyote form. Imagine that Derek was in town during that.

'Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same' _Emily Brönte.

Love. As defined by scientists, an emotion that gives us a worse high than drugs. One moment you are floating and the very next you are falling. One moment you're in a field of lillies and daisies and then come the next moment when the scent of those very same flowers suffocates you. Love is like rose. Pretty to see, soothing to smell, lasts for a while but has thorns to deal with.

Happiness in relationships and love is a constant work in progress because solving problems is a constant work in progress. And that is exactly how I'd define my relationship. I've been dating the perfect guy for about almost 6 months now. He's got them brooding looks, those piercing deep emerald green eyes, a perfect cut stubble, body of a Greek god and heart as big as the frikkin Atlantic.

But every relationship has its highs and lows and mine happen to be Derek keeping secrets from me. It has been a while now. At first it wasn't much serious but now, it seems as if things have taken a turn for the worse. Twice, I've found blood on his shirts. When he comes back from 'work' he seems so worn off as if he had fought a battle.

Now, I don't wanna be one of those pathetic girls who pry into their boyfriend's lives and dictate. I am no one to tell him what to do with his life. But at this point of time, I'm genuinely concerned about my mans and his health. Although every morning he shows no sign of exhaustion I still have that lingering feeling that something isn't right. That he is hiding something.

But whenever I try to ask him about his 'work' or why does he not have a single scratch on the whole damn surface of his body, he just deflects or curves me. I trust him with my life and I know he wouldn't do anything that puts us in a dangerous situation but at the time I need to bring it to his notice that just because I'm not pushing him to answer to me doesn't mean I'm not worried about him.

I was pulled out of my deep thoughts when the loft door was opened to reveal my boyfriend. He went before I woke up so it was the first time I was seeing him in the day. He wore his signature black leather jacket, black Jean's and an army green Henley. He shrugged off his jacket and made his way towards me.

"Hey baby, how have you been?" He asked while hugging me tightly.

I melted into his hug on instinct, inhaling his scent and asked softly "I've been better, um...can we talk for a second, if you're not too worked up?"

A scowl that was soon replaced by a slight look of horror found it's way to his face as he pulled apart from the embrace.

"Yeah sure, what bothering you?" He asked, dreading my question.

"See Derek, I don't know what secrets you are keeping from me. I don't even know if I should be annoyed with you or be worried abou you. But all I know is that I trust you and I believe in US. So I'm gonna take a leap of faith that whatever that is that you're hiding, there is no other girl. But whatever it is, I'll wait. It's my job to make you feel secure enough that you can confide in me. So when you're finally ready to tell me, I'll still be here to listen to you and support you."

"I'm just worried about your health cuz every night when your return home, you look as if you have pushed empty train coaches around. You look so worn off and tired that at times it scares me off. I know I can't tell you how to live but I just want you to be careful you know". I finally told him everything that I'd been keeping to myself. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest and I was able to breathe again.