“There is no us, there never was!” you yell as you walk through your front door. You slam it, but Calum stops it before it closes completely.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it!” You’re standing halfway up the stairs, staring down at him. His eyes are red and his fists are balled up at his sides.
“You know what? Fine, there was an us but there can't be! So it's done,” you say, walking the rest of the way up. You can hear his footsteps right behind you.
Just as you’re about to walk into your bedroom he grabs your wrist tightly. You look down feeling bile rise in your throat.
“Don’t leave. Don’t you dare leave me,” he says through gritted teeth.
Your eyes meet his and with a voice as cold as you can manage you open your mouth,
“Do you really think that this will make me stay?” You look down at his hand that’s still holding onto you.
He lets go instantly, taking a step back. “I want you to leave. Now,” you say.
“Y/N-”
“No. I can’t hear what you have to say. Just... just go.”
Summary: Derek tells you why his relationships never work out.
Warnings: mediocre writing
A/N: This is literally the shortest tiny little Derek blurb ever
Word count: 141
*not my gif*
I wake up, my head dangling towards the ground with my face pumping into an oddly familiar back.
“Hey! Put me down!” I yell while I repeatedly slap Derek’s back.
“Calm down! Jesus Christ, you’re annoying today,” he grunts, though I can hear his smile.
“So you knocked me out?!” My question makes him laugh before he answers,
“No, of course not! That part was all you.” He puts on the soft forest-leaves that surround us.
“Yeah right, I just took a bat and hit myself in the head?” I respond, setting my hands on my hips. He looks down at me with amused eyes.
“Well, no. But you were quite energetic so you started to run back home. However, you were also yelling at me and then you fell down in the mud and hit your head on a stone.”
Summary: Derek gets a little too worried about your security.
Warnings: mediocre writing
Word count: 980
*not my gif*
I’m pretty sure that it’s scientifically proven that there is nothing worse than Econ 101 in the entire world.
Of course it doesn't help that I can't concentrate at all, that the only thing on my mind is Derek fucking Hale.
It’s now been three days since I last talked to him or answered his texts and calls. It’s kind of weird to think about how much I’ve changed since I met Derek, since I fell in love with him. I was never the dependent type before, I didn’t need to talk with my partner every day to stay sane or be able to fall asleep at night.
But here I am, and the only thing I can see is him, shutting the door in my face and basically keeping me locked up in the loft.
I know the reason why he did it of course. There’s a new pack in town with an extremely dangerous alpha that wants to hurt Derek. And the best way to do that, is to kill his mate: Me.
I could accept that he wanted to keep me safe to a certain level, but I basically wasn’t allowed to do anything, besides go to class and hang out at either the loft if Derek was home, or Lydia and Stiles’ apartment if Lydia was home.
And I was going completely insane.
It’s not like I asked for the most insane things! I just wanted to go for a walk alone every now and then, or a completely calm date-night with Derek like we used to. Dinner with him and without at least three others from the pack posted at different places in the restaurant.
Derek was and is the only person who’s ever made me feel safe. And I didn’t feel safe anymore.
So one morning, I packed some of my things and moved - temporarily - into Lydia’s apartment, just so I could get some time to think. I made her and Stiles promise that they wouldn’t tell Derek.
My train of thoughts gets interrupted when the door into the classroom slams open and in comes - you gotta be kidding me!
Derek’s eyes instantly finds mine and he speaks:
“We need to talk.”
I’m in complete and utter shock and the entire class is staring at me. Every single muscle in my body seems to be unable to function.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You haven’t answered my texts or called me back! What else should I do?!” His voice is strained and almost as desperate as the look in his eyes.
“Interrupt the entire class of course!” I nearly shout with an ironic laugh bubbling in my throat.
“Why haven’t you called me?” He walks closer to the long lines of tables, and my teacher steps in front of him, a hand on his chest.
“You need to go,” my teacher says in a stern voice. This is it. Derek is literally gonna rip his throat out. But he doesn’t do anything, he just looks up at me once again before he speaks,
“Answer me.”
“Leave, Derek. I’ll call you later.” I’m standing up now, towering over him - to be fair, I’m four rows up so anyone would tower over him right now.
“Yeah right,” he scoffs while rolling his eyes.
“Hey! I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me, unlike you! So go home. Now.” He looks stunned. He is after all the Alpha, and no one speaks like that to the alpha. Until I came.
“I-”
“No! You cannot just barge into my class and try to ‘talk it out’! So either you go home or you wait outside for half an hour when I’m done. Either way, you’re leaving. Now.” He tries to give me that special alpha-look that always works on the others from the pack.
I straighten my back fully and use my most demanding and cold voice, “Now.”
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
“I’ll be right outside,” he sneers before walking out of the room, slamming the door like a little kid.
I sit back down and after my teacher gives me an ‘are you okay?’-look, he continues the class the best he Can, with a class full of curious students that can’t sit still anymore.
After exactly thirty minutes, I walk out of the classroom and walk almost straight into Derek’s huge frame.
I can feel the other students around me slow down to see what’s going to happen now, to find out who the ‘mystery man’ is.
“We can’t talk here. Follow me,” I say and walk towards the campus park. We find a secluded bench and sit down. He looks tired and broken down.
After a moment of silence he looks at me and almost whispers,
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know.” I take his hand in mine and it’s like I can finally breathe again.
“I was so worried about keeping you safe, that I forgot… everything else.” He’s slumped over while clinging to my hand.
I place my hand on his cheek to get him to look at me and he obeys.
“I know,” I tell him while stroking my thumb over his cheekbone. “I know. I’m sorry too.” He closes his eyes and leans into my hand, breathing deeply.
“Please…” he begins. “Please don’t ever leave me again. Please.” I’ve never seen his eyes so sad and in such distress. “I promise I’ll never get that wrapped up into something like that ever again. I just… I love you. So much. And I can’t lose you. I can’t go through that again.” I remember his first love, Paige, and her tragic death. The stories of what it did to Derek when she died.
“Derek, look at me,” I whisper and put my other hand on his face. “I’m here. I’ll stay with you. I’m here.”
Summary: Derek tells you why his relationships never work out.
Warnings: mediocre writing
Word count: 572
*not my gif*
I’m walking up and down the long and quiet aisles of the library, in complete peace, when I hear those familiar heavy footsteps and the rassle from a leather jacket.
I turn around to meet his slightly red eyes and before I can walk away from him, he’s got me trapped between a bookshelf and him.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he grunts.
“Derek, let me go,” I say in a demanding tone, even though it’s extremely hard to sound intimidating in front of an alpha.
“Not until you tell me why you won’t look me in the eyes.”
I turn my head so that I’m looking straight into his eyes.
“I haven’t been avoiding you. Now let me go.” I try to push him away, but without success.
“Do you have a problem with me and Katya?” Just her name makes me nauseous. It’s not fair, I know that. But there’s something about her and the way she looks at Derek, that makes me want to scream. He was my best friend before he was her boyfriend. God, I’m a petty bitch.
“No, I have absolutely no problem. She seems very pleasant.”
He scoffs in annoyance.
“Why are you so-“
“So what?” I interrupt.
“Taciturn,” he says with an almost triumphant look.
“Somebody sure swallowed the dictionary!”
“It means-”
“I know what it means. I was making a joke about how dumb you are. Now move your arm before I’ll break it and stick it up your ass.”
Derek takes a step back, but only just enough for me to slip out.
“Say hi to Katy from me,” I call over my shoulder, before walking towards the exit.
“I can’t.”
I stop walking, but I refuse to turn around. “And why is that? Did you turn her deaf with your stupidity?”
“Very funny.”
“I know.”
After a moments silence, he speaks again,
“We broke up.”
I cannot and will not let him see the relief that washes over my face. “Oh, what a shame. Bye.”
“Don’t you wanna know why?”
“It’s the same as always, Derek.” I turn around to face him now. “She just ‘wasn’t the one’. Am I right?”
“Yeah you are. But you’re missing something.” He walks closer to me.
“My keys? ‘Cause that’s-”
Once again I’m pressed against the books, and this time he’s much closer to my face, my lips.
“The thing you’re missing is that it’s you. You’re the one who screws up my relationships, the one who keeps me awake at night”
“You can’t blame m-”
“You’re the one who interrupts me and who makes me absolutely insane. You are the one.” I can’t tell whether or not he’s pissed or sad, but he’s definitely something.
“Yeah, you just said that!” I exclaim in annoyance.
“Listen to me you absolute idiot. You are the one.”
For a moment, everything goes completely quiet. It’s just him and me. Did he really just say that?
“...are you sure?” is the only thing I can think of to say.
“I have loved you since the day I met you. Even though you threw a chair in my face.”
“I’ve already said I’m sorry!” I giggle, laying my hand upon his chest, right over his heart.
“Yeah well I’m not over it. But you can make it up to me if you want to,” he whispers in the most seductive way I have ever heard.
“And how is that?”
“Kiss me."
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A/N: Sorry this is so bad, but I'm trying to get back into the game after a looooooong time of not writing:)
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