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shy/reader x hurt/derek

“Come on, I’m sure you did great!” My twin brother tries to console me.

“No! Stiles, you don’t understand. I got up there and totally froze like a big idiot!” I continue to explain my horrors of the chemistry presentation I completely embarrassed myself in last period.

“Even Scott looked at me like I had four heads” I finished as I climbed in my brother’s blue jeep.

My face grew a cherry red as I recounted my “efforts” of giving a presentation in the front of my whole, very full, class. I had begged my teacher to let me do in private or even write a paper instead as I knew my anxiety would get the best of me, but he believed torturing kids was sport.

Stiles began to drive off, heading home, while still trying to make me feel better. “Well, maybe Scott just thought—“

His reassurance came to a halt as he had slammed harshly on his breaks, having not put my seat belt on I flung forward my head hitting the dash. “Ow! Stiles why the-“

My complaint also came to a halt as a seemingly very ill Derek Hale was in front of our vehicle.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. This guy’s everywhere!” Stile said annoyed. I slapped him on the shoulder while my other hand still held the throbbing spot on my head.

“Don’t be mean! He’s hurt” I exclaimed while watching the brooding man faint to the ground. I quickly grabbed the handle of the car while Stiles held me back.

“Just stay in here, Bug” He said pointedly but I ignored him as I hopped out going towards the man holding up the school traffic.

As I stepped out I suddenly realized all the eyes on me, on us. It made my heart rate pick up as I shrunk into myself. I knew now was not the time to let my anxiety get the best of me but yet I could still feel myself freezing.

What is wrong with you! I yelled at myself, Help him!

So I moved forward and stood behind Scott and Stiles who had already beat me to the very pale Derek Hale.

I heard the words, “I was shot.” leave his mouth as the three boys started arguing about what was going on, and Kate’s tie into all of this, but I couldn’t focus on that. Their words blurred together to me as I slowly approached Derek.

It was weird how beautiful he looked, even now when he was whimpering in pain, he still held this dominance to him that made him that much more alluring to me.

I bent down to touch his arm to check where I assumed the wound was, but as I did his eyes shined a bright blue as he lerched forward in pain. I immediately shot back away from him, assuming it was my fault, I decided to keep my distance.

Heat flooded my face once again as I kept my head down in embarrassment, following as Scott sat Derek in the jeep and they exchanged a few words I didn’t hear before Scott opened Derek’s door again looking at me.

My eyebrows furrowed, “Come on, you guys gotta get out of here” Scott hurried with a rushing hand.

I Hate My Life

I would have to crawl over the big, scary, very sexy, injured Derek.

“I- I can’t. He needs-“ I was cut off with a very strong arm pulling me onto their lap.

“Thanks!” Scott called as he slammed our door leaving a star stuck me sitting on the lap of Derek Freaking Hale.

His hand of his non-hurt arm rested carefully on my waist, “You didn’t hurt me.” He stated lowly obviously still in pain.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out, I fidgeted with my hands and took a deep breath before trying again, only able to get a quiet “What ?” out.

His lips leaned down to my ear, his hot breath tickling down my neck, sending shivers throughout my whole body. “Look at me, Angel”

I don’t know what took over me but those words had my eyes snapping right to his as I bit my lip out of shyness.

I blinked up at him, waiting for his response as tired eyes filled with pain seemed to trace my entire face. “When my eyes turned blue. That wasn’t because of you, the bullet is making me lose control.” He explained in gasps of air.

“And as much as I’d like you to stay here, I don’t want to hurt you if it happens again so why don’t you crawl in the back, Angel” He whispered into my ear again.

My face grew darker, if even possible, as I realized I was fully just sitting on his lap, his hand wrapped around my waist, his whispering in my ear, and I just let it happen.

“Sorry.” I muttered quietly throwing myself in the back, unwilling to make and ounce of eye contact.

Oh My God!

Stiles and Scott had finished their conversation, Stiles yelling to him that he hated him for putting him in this situation, before driving off to who knows where.

I chewed in my lip and bounced my leg repeatedly as I thought about what just happened. Did he really not want me to move ? No way! He was probably just trying to be nice. Unless he- NO STOP!

Stiles non-stop complaining about the situation, Derek, Scott, where to go, was not helping either. Neither was the fact that Derek was looking worse by the minute.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as my head ran through a million thoughts of what could happen, as my eyes searched back and forth between Stiles yelling and Derek’s wincing. It was getting to be a lot.

Tears started to prick my eyes but as soon as they did I felt a hand reach around my calf. My head jerked up looking at Derek, the man who was seemingly about to bleed to death, had reached his hand back to grab onto me.

At first, I thought maybe it was because of his pain, maybe he was going to lash out on me, but as soon as his thumb started to move in soothing circles I realized that Derek Hale was comforting me.

My bouncing leg came to a stop and I reached forward, ignoring the ongoing bickering between my brother and the handsome dying man, and placed my hand on his forearm before moving it slowly in a form of comfort.

I mean the man was literally gasping in pain about to pass out the whole ride, maybe he needed some comfort too.

I watched as his head relaxed back against the chair, and he squeezed my leg lightly, as I continued.

It was so strange that the man that Stiles had been cursing up and down on how dangerous he was, could be so gentle.

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After a while it had grown dark outside and all the stress of the situation had tired me out. I laid asleep on the jeeps back row of seats waiting for our next move.

Eventually, the car had come to a stop lulling ms awake.

“Where are we?” I asked my brother, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“The animal clinic. Scott said to come here while he figured the rest out.” He explained quickly hopping out of the jeep, and holding the door for me to get out.

Stiles began to walk toward the doors and I looked at him in disbelief “Yeah, no, sure! Let’s have the 5’3 girl help the 6’2 werewolf.”

I ran over to Derek’s side to see him trying to get out of the vehicle, clearly in pain. I put my arm around his waist trying my best to help stabilize him.

He looked really bad and it was worrying me.

He had stopped our stride toward the doors and squirmed a little. “Come on, We’re so close” I encouraged.

He shook his head, “Off, I need it off.” he said looking down at his shirt.

My face grew res for the millionth time as I realized he wanted me to take off his shirt. “Keep walking, Derek” I said calmly,noticing the sweat beading off him. “I’ll help you okay”

He looked at me for a second before nodding and continuing our walk to the building. By the time we had gotten to the door I had his shirt pulled up to just at his chest, unable to fully take it off until we stopped moving.

We busted into the surgical room. Derek hadn’t wasted an extra second taking his shirt off.

I had froze at the sight. As foolish as it was to freeze in a time like this, I was truly struck with awe as the man built like a greek god moved before me.

This man was chiseled to perfection from his toned arms, to his built back, to his abs, and all the way down to his v-line.

However, my gaze was cut short when I saw the state of his arm. A bullet hole sat in the middle of his arm causing blood to pour out and his veins to look a sickening black color.

I stood next to him on one side of the metal table while Stiles stood opposite of us. He was rambling about how a good night sleep and said medicine was sure to do the trick. I shook my head at him dismissing it as his fear of blood.

Derek’s breaths had began to become shallower as his eyes scattered the room. “Once the infection reached my heart it will kill me” he said in between gasps.

“Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary today, is it?” Stiles said. and if it were any other situation I might have laughed, but it wasn’t.

My hands started to shake a little as it felt the situation was getting more and more out of hand and I had no control over any of it.

I looked over at Stiles with fear in my eyes, “Where the heck is Scott!” I whisper- yelled.

Derek has slipped his arm around my waist in a quick movement to gently move me out of his way, sending butterflies through me as he went behind me.

Ignoring me, Stiles eyes were on Derek who was rummaging through cabinets aimlessly.

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time,” he started trying to catch his breath, “last resort.”

I shared a puzzled look with my twin as he asked, “Which is?”

Derek held up a band and a saw looking directly at Stiles. “You’re going to cut off my arm.”

I starred at him in shock.

There was no way he was really asking my brother to cut off his arm. “N-No Derek, you don’t mean that” I questioned my voice full of fear.

His eyes landed on mine, softening ever so slightly for second before jumping back into reality, handing Stiles the saw.

I had taken a step back from the two of them. Nothing but absolute fear running through me as I watched Derek tie the band around his arm with one hand and his teeth.

Stiles revved the saw making me jump back further, tears starting to well in my eyes. “What if you bleed out ?” Stiles questioned.

“It will heal if it works.” Derek muttered finishing the knot.

“Look, I don’t know if I can do this.” Stiles gagged

“Why not?” Derek said impatiently

“Well because the sawing of the flesh, the cutting of the bone, and especially the blood.” He exclaimed

“You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No, but i might at the sight of a chopped off arm!”

Derek sighed looking over to me, desperately, “Come here, Angel” He coaxed gently. I shook my head as tears started coming down my face.

“Angel? Are you seriously flirting with my sister so she’ll cut you up right now?” Stiles exclaimed flailing his arms.

Derek ignored him and just focused on the sweet scared girl in front of him. “Please, baby. I don’t want to die, do you want me to die?” He questioned softly

“Seriously? Manipulation, you flea bag.” Stiles shook his head.

I shook my head slowly, tears still falling. I know that everyone painted him out to be a bad guy but I really think there was more to him than that, I think he was just damaged, and I definitely didn’t think he deserved to die.

“Okay, then I need your help. Can you help me, Angel” His calmness, although soothing, did not ease the fear nor the tears streaming down my face.

He held out his had to me, “Come to me, baby” I walked forward slowly, keeping my eyes on his as I reached for his hand.

“Good, Now-“ Derek had cut himself off by gagging before ultimately throwing up a black liquid.

Stiles shook his head with disgust “Now what the hell is that” he whined out.

Fear in my only grew as my hand kept shaking and tears kept flowing down my face

“Now, it has to be now” Derek growled

Stiles took one look at me before pout and grabbing the saw himself, lining it up to Derek’s bicep “Okay, Okay, Alright here we go-“

“Stiles ?” A voice called out

Relief had never filled my body more than hearing Scott’s voice at this very moment.

“What the hell are you doing ?!” Scott exclaimed. Stiles dropped the saw and smiled at him, “Awe my god you just prevented a life time of nightmares for us”

“Did you get it” I asked shakily

Scott looked at me worriedly before nodding and handing Derek the bullet.

“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles questioned

Derek held the bullet in his hands stuttering out his answer. I watched as his eyes drooped lower and lower.

“Derek…” I called quietly, reaching out to him, but before I knew it he had dropped to the floor in a thin sending the bullet flying.

“Derek!” I shouted immediately kneeling by his head. I placed my hands on both sides of his face. “Derek, p-please, I don’t want you to d-die.” My tears falling onto his skin.

Stiles dropped down with me calling out to Scott who was trying to retrieve the bullet. “Scott, I think he’s dying, I think he’s dead!”

I shook my head at his words as I leaned my forehead onto Derek’s. “Please, Please wake up!” I pleaded to the unconscious man.

“I got it!” Scott screamed out, making my head shoot up in hope.

“Move, Bug, Move!” Stiles said.

I immediately listened as he called me out by the nickname i received as a kid, backing away from them.

“Please don’t kill me for this.” Stiles pleaded before winding back and punching Derek in the face.

Before I even had time to be shocked, Derek sprung up, both boys helping him up as Stiles yelped in pain from his hand.

Derek was quick to bite the bullet, pouring the remains out before he pulling out a lighter from his pocket.

I watched as the pale, brooding man plugged the substance into the wound before screaming out in pain, making me back up with wide eyes.

Scott and Stiles stood in front of me in a protective shield as we watched Derek fight off the substance.

Eventually the wound began to heal in front of our very eyes, Stiles not a second behind, “That. Was. Awesome.” He giggled.

I looked at him with disbelief as I was still shaking with tears in my eyes.

The boys began arguing back and fourth about the Argents vs Derek but I really couldn’t focus on that. All I could focus on was the man that I had thought was going to die over the last few hours was perfectly fine now.

Without thinking I pushed through the boys before wrapping my arms around Derek’s torso, crying into him.

All the boys froze for a second, their fighting pausing for just a second as they realized the impact on the smaller girl.

“What the-“ Derek stopped them before it started flashing his eyes and glaring at them to leave the room.

They both froze for a minute before deciding that they were only a room over if anything happened.

Derek was quick to grab under my thighs and hoist me up, wrapping my legs around him, while rubbing my back a hushing my crying.

He set me on the counter next to us, not untangling me, just holding me for a second. “You’re okay, Angel” he whispered kissing the side of my head.

He pulled me back from him just enough to look at my face, bringing his thumbs up to wipe my tears. “No more tears, hmm”

My lip quivered as I looked at him, seemingly perfectly fine now.

“What’s wrong, Baby.” He whispered tentatively.

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing would come out as I just looked away from the beautiful man in front of me. The one that everyone said was so scary and mean, wiping my tears.

He kissed my forehead before grabbing my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. “You were scared, yes?”

I nodded before looking at his arm to make sure it was really gone.

“It’s all over, Angel. Nothing to be scared about anymore.” He whispered into my ear, placing a kiss now on the outer of my ear.

“I thought you were going to die.” I whimpered

His eye immediately softened before he grabbed my jaw softly leaning in. He paused for a second looking for any bad reaction before continuing.

His lips met mine ever so softly. It wasn’t harsh and demanding like Lydia told me it would be, it was slow and gentle and full of care.

I pulled back only when I was sure I was going to run out of air, looking up at him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “You’re perfect, Baby.”

I shyed away at first, but he grabbed my jaw and forced me to look back at him.

“My perfect little angel that saved me.”

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A little help

Poe Dameron X F! Reader

Rating : T

Wordcount : 2900 (ish)

Warnings : None. Just fluff

Summary : Request from Tegan with prompt: “Wait, you think I'm cute?”

Poe brings BB-8 to you every week insisting something is wrong but you can never find anything, His droid is always in perfect condition. But BB-8 has decided his master needs a little help with you…

A/N : Sorry this took a little time to write! I do hope its worth the wait.

GIF banner by the lovely Salome-C

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"It's happened again!" 

Of course it did. You could almost time the commanders visits down to the day now. Always around a week after the last time you've seen him, for far longer than you've been able to keep track. As long as Poe Dameron is on base, you can guarantee that at some point you'll hear him running into your room, asking for your help. 

Putting down the datapad you’ve been working on, you turn to face him, holding the droid safely in his arms, the look of panic in his face softening your annoyance.

"Poe, I've already done everything I can. You really need to get it checked over by someone a bit more experienced. I'm not really a mechanic," you sigh softly as he puts the droid down in front of you on the table, wondering how he manages to carry it and yet still look like it hardly bothers him at all. The only indication it's even slightly heavy is the slight flush of his cheeks. 

"But you fixed him last time?" Poe interrupts your admiration of him, drawing your attention back to the droid now happily beeping and rolling across your table. 

"I didn't do anything but replace a few almost burnt out fuses. None of them would have caused any problems. You know that as well as I do." His face falls as you talk, making you pause in your words. Maker, you can’t stand to see that forlorn look. "But I suppose I can take another look. Maybe run some diagnostics again if you want?"

"Yeah? You don't mind?" Poe breathes, relief evident in his tone. "I've looked him over myself, but there must be something I'm missing. I just don't know how to help. Everyone else is busy. And you know it's…not really important."

“y/n is cringe and unrealistic” NOPE! Y/n is ME and EVERY CHARACTER IS IN LOVE WITH ME because I am CUTE AND SHY AND PRETTY.