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soulofapatrick · 11 months

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Accidental Admittance - Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: You ask Derek to fake date you and it breaks all self-control he has

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Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

I was so goddamn stupid, what made me say that? What made me lie to Greenberg about having a boyfriend? About having Derek Hale as my boyfriend? God fucking damn it, me and my panic brain and my stupid, stupid heart aching for the damn alpha. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

I’m arriving back to the Hale house too soon, having skipped school not wanting to face Greenberg today. I fired a message to Stiles telling him I wasn’t feeling too good and now I’m back here, my stomach is rumbling and I’m feeling so anxious that I know Derek can smell it from inside. The only thing I can smell with my dull human senses is the familiar scent of the surrounding woods, quickly replaced by something delicious when I open the door, throwing my bag to the side and toeing my shoes off.

Derek’s in the kitchen, stood in front of the hob, back to to me but from the way his head raises slightly in know he can sense my presence there. He doesn’t move, waiting for me to speak and tell him why I’m home at lunchtime and why I probably reek of anxiety. Damn werewolves and their super senses. It makes me take a hesitant step into the kitchen, my gaze fixed on Derek ’s back. His bread shoulders and strong posture makes him appear even more intimidating, but I know he’s not as unapproachable as he seems.

Taking a deep breath I rather my courage and clear my throat, “Der,” I call softly, knowing he already knows I’m here but it feels weird starting a conversation with him without making my presence known like you normally would with others. He turns slightly, kaleidoscope eyes meeting mine and there’s a flicker of concern in his gaze, “I did a boo-boo.” I don’t know why I say it like that but it makes Derek visibly soften even more as he reaches for my hand and pulls me over to him. His hands grasp my hips and he’s lifting me to sit on the counter next to him so he can keep cooking.

“What happened?” Derek asks, his voice gentle yet filled with curiosity but all I can focus on his the way his touch sends a jolt of warmth through me, going straight to my cheeks. I try to ignore it, trying to focus on the delicious smell of whatever he’s cooking on the stove, “What kind of boo-boo?” Derek asks, capturing my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Greenberg was bothering me and I may have blurted out that I have a boyfriend…” I fiddle with my hands, not wanting to meet his gaze as I’m going to have to emphasise the fact it wasn’t just a boyfriend I said but the very man in front of me is who I said. I have to take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to continue. I can feel Derek’s intense gaze on me, thumb gently caressing my chin as he waits for me to speak. There’s a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes, making it even harder to meet his gaze, “Wellll…. I may have said your name…” I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Derek’s grip on my chin tightens ever so lightly, drawing my attention to his eyes. His expression having shifted from curiosity to surprise, and I swear I see a flicker of something else in his gaze - a spark, a hint of possibility.

“My name?” He speaks softly, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement and I’m nodding, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over me. His gaze lingers on me, his eyes searching for something. I can’t quite decipher the emotions swirling within him, but I hold my breath as I wait for his response. It feels like forever before Derek’s lips curl into a small, almost imperceptible smile. He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear, “Alright,” He whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine, “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

Relief washes over me, and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I finally dare to meet his gaze, finding a warmth and understanding that makes my heart skip a beat and I know he hears from the way his lips quirk a little as he goes back to stirring the sauce in the pan. His left hand intertwines with mine, letting me trace gentle circles on his palm, feeling the texture of his skin beneath his fingertips. The simple act of touching him bringing a sense of comfort and connection, igniting a spark of something more than just a pretend relationship.

I watch him with admiration as he effortlessly moves around the kitchen, his movements graceful and precise, captivating to witness the way he handles each ingredient, his focus unwavering despite our conversation and the fact we’re currently officially, unofficially, dating. The aroma of the food fills the air, blending with the soft sounds of sizzling and the clinking of utensils against pots. I lean in closer, inhaling deeply, my senses heightened in the presence of the man I have been in love with since I met him almost five years ago. There was just something beyond his suggest exterior and brooding demeanour that drew me in, a depth in his eyes, the way they hold a mixture of pain, strength and vulnerability that speaks volumes. Derek is a man of few words, but his actions speak louder than anything he could ever say. He has faced unimaginable loss and heartache, yet he continues to fight for those he cares about, never giving up. It's his unwavering loyalty and protectiveness that has always captivated me, making me feel safe and cherished in his presence. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek has a heart that beats with compassion and tenderness. He may not always express it in words, but his gestures, his touches, and his unwavering support tell me everything I need to know. He has a way of making me feel seen, understood, and loved in a way that no one else ever has.

And when Derek looks at me, really looks at me, it's as if he sees all of me—the flaws, the insecurities, and the scars—and he still cares about me despite it all. He’s glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile playing on his lips, “You know,” He finally speaks, voice low and velvety, “If we’re going to do this boyfriend act, we might as well make it convincing.”

I just raise an eyebrow at him, “And how do you propose we do that?” I ask, my voice coming out a little breathier than I intend as he turns the stove off and set the pots of food aside so they won’t burn. His kaleidoscope eyes never leaving mine as he steps closer, slotting himself between my legs, hands on my thighs as he closes the distance between us until I can his warm breath against my skin.

His hands slide from my thighs to cup my cheeks, touch gentle and electrifying, “Like this,” He murmurs, lips inching closer until they finally meet mine in a kiss that sets my heart ablaze. It’s soft, yet brimming with a fierce longing and desire. There’s a gentle urgency in the way our lips move together, as if we’ve been holding back for far too long and are finally giving into the magnetic pull between us. Derek’s lips are warm and inviting, melding perfectly with mine as they move in a dance of passion and tenderness. His hands remain of my cheeks. His touch both grounding and electrifying. As the kiss deepens, his thumbs trace soothing circles along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine, every brush of his lips against mine feels like a sweet surrender. There’s a rawness to the kiss, an unspoken acknowledgement of the emotions that have been brewing between us for so long, a Monet of vulnerability.

We eventually break apart, our lips reluctantly parting, but the connection between us remains unbreakable. Our breaths mingle, and our foreheads rest against each other, a shared moment of bliss and understanding. It’s a little overwhelming and Derek can feel it all as his gaze falls to mine again, pulling me forwards into a hug where he smooths down my hair and coos out a soft, “I’ve got you.”

I rest my head against Derek’s chest, enveloped in his strong embrace, I’m captivated by his scent - an intoxicating blend that seems to scream everything Derek. A subtle hint of woodsmoke lingers in the air intermingled with a delicate freshness you can only get after a downpour and finally something citrusy like subtle notes of orange. It’s heady and confusing and makes me a little lightheaded to the point I’m gripping the front of his shirt like a lifeline and there’s a rumble coming from deep within his chest as if the wolf inside him is purring. It’s a primal sound and I’m not going to admit it does something to me, heading straight between my thighs and a whine leaves my throat when he finally pulls away.

Derek’s hands slowly release their hold on me, reluctantly pulling away from our embrace, gaze lingering on my face for a moment longer, filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire, before he breaks the spell and dislodges himself from between my legs to turn his attention back to the meal he was preparing. He expertly plates up the delicious meal he had been cooking, arranging the savoury aromas on the plates with precision. The tantalising scents waft through the air, mingling with the remnants of our shared moment, creating an atmosphere that is both comforting and enticing.

“Come on baby, let’s eat first, I can hear your stomach rumbling already.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before leading the way to the living room. He doesn’t look back once as if he knows I’ll be following him and fuck me, he’s right.

I’d follow him anywhere.

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jodsx1x · 1 year

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that type of love ۵ d.h

derek hale x fem!reader

summary: derek hale is over protective, and even more so when it comes to his girlfriend.

warnings: reader, allison and lydia are drunk. over protective derek.

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‘she hasn’t texted me since nine, stiles, it’s now almost one in the morning’ derek groans out, running a hand through his already messy hair. his mind is spinning, his heart beats racing. he hates when this happens, when he comes across like he’s crazy and won’t let his girlfriend do her own thing. he has no problem with that, he has absolutely no problem with his girlfriend going out with her friends. but when it’s been around five hours and no response, he can’t help the anxiety that rushes through his body.

she promised him, she promised she would text him and make sure he knew that she was safe. and she promised to tell him if anything happened. but now his mind is going crazy, wondering if something did happen and maybe she can’t text him or call him. then he starts to really panic.

the thought of his girl, hurt somewhere, needing him but unable to get to him. just the thought makes his heart drop to his stomach.

‘you know they are probably fine, they just went for a meal and now they are having some drinks’ stiles says calmly, trying not to further stress the werewolf out in front of him.

‘i can’t just sit here not knowing if she’s okay, stiles. my heart literally feels like its at the pit of my stomach’ he says, pacing around the loft. he takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm as he, stiles and scott sit and wait for their girlfriends to come back. or even just call. something.

derek knows he’s probably putting doubts in the boys in front of him. but he just can’t help it. his girlfriend is precious to him. god forbid anyone did anything to hurt or harm her in any way. he remembers the last time she went out with lydia and allison, she texted back every. time. granted, she was very drunk so the text messages didn’t make much sense, but at least he knew she was okay. and god, does she get soft when she drinks; it’s something he adores about her.

so the fact that this time there was no response from her, made his stomach churn and his head ache.

‘they said they’d be back here at eleven, at the latest’ derek says, crossing his arms across his broad chest. scott sighs. he understands better than stiles does, he thinks. he is protective over allison, but he is comforted by the fact she is a trained hunter and always carries around weapons with her just in case. whereas, y/n, is a human and is not a trained fighter. he knows y/n can take care of herself, but he understands why derek is so protective of her.

he has never seen derek as desperately in love with somebody, before. and although he would never say it to them, everybody knows it and can see it. he’s almost a different person when she is around, he’s much gentler, and softer. he looks at her like she hung the moon, and treats her as if she’s as delicate as the stars surrounding it.

derek slumps down onto the sofa again, pulling out his phone for the one hundredth time tonight. still no response. he’s sent an absurd amount of tests at this point, just needing to know she is okay.

‘hi bub. sorry to bother you, you okay?’

‘i’m sorry to text again sweetheart, just hope you’re okay’

‘i’m getting a little worried now, please let me know you are safe’

‘baby?’

‘i hate doing this but you know i cant rest unless i know you’re okay, please reply when you can beautiful’

he can’t help feeling the ache in his chest, reading the last message she sent him around nine. ‘i’m okay der, we are just at this random club idk where, i love you!!!! x’.

stiles looms over at scott, shrugging a little, both not knowing what they can do to help. i guess it’s just a waiting game now.

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i giggle uncontrollably as lydia trips along the sidewalk. my eyes are teary from all the laughing, and partly the alcohol, and partly the cold air. the road appears blurry and spinning in front of me as i hold onto my friends for support as we walk the walk back to the loft. the loft. where my gorgeous boyfriend is waiting for me.

‘everything is spinning’ allison says with a sigh, as me and lydia nod along with her. it really is.

‘i’m so so so so cold’ i shiver, picking up the pace as we get closer to the loft. ‘i had such a good time tonight, we need to do this more often’ lydia says, pulling me into her side more as we attempt to warm our drunken selves up together. i nodded, ‘definitely’

we really did have the best night, we had an amazing meal and then went to the club nearby. we had way too much to drink, but danced together all night like there wasn’t a worry in the world. we have been walking for a while, i wanted to call derek and ask him to pick us up, but my phone died around nine o’clock. i didn’t even realise the battery was low. despite how much fun i have had, in the back of my mind all night i have been worried about derek. i know how worried and over protective he gets, but with the company of scott and stiles i hope he’s been okay.

when the loft came into my view, i grinned. ‘my boyfriend!’ i exclaim, pulling the girls faster with me as i rush to the door.

‘i didn’t know your boyfriend was an old rusty building’ lydia slurs. i giggle, my head falling on her shoulder. ‘n-no, silly, inside it!’

‘there’s a small chance i might throw up’ allison says with a very serious expression on her face. this just makes me laugh even more than before.

i stumble up the stairs, sliding open the door with all of the energy left in me. derek’s head shoots towards me, as he stands up faster than he ever has before, and rushes over.

‘thank god’ i hear him murmur, as he pulls me into his chest. i giggle, ‘mm, missed you’ i slur, snuggling into the warmth of his chest. i didn’t realise just how cold it was out there until now. derek sighs, pulling back from the hug, ‘you’re freezing, come with me’

i follow him up his stairs the best i can, snickering when my leg slightly gives way. ‘careful, baby’ derek says with a small grin on his face. we reach his bedroom, so i plop myself on the edge of his bed, watching him as he walks towards the closet. he pulls out my favourite hoodie of his, and a pair of my black cotton shorts i leave here.

by the time he reaches me, i’m already peeling off the dress i have had on for far too long. my whole body shivered as i stood there, before derek pulls the hoodie over my head, then helped me step into the shorts.

finally, once i’m warmer and more comfortable, i sit beside him on the bed. ‘i missed you’ i repeat, snuggling into his shoulder. he hums, ‘missed you too, baby. why didn’t you reply to any of my texts?’ he says, and i don’t need to be completely sober to notice how tense his body is. i lift my head up, looking at his droopy eyes, and i instantly feel guilty.

‘my phone died, i’m sorry’ i say, placing on hand on his flushed cheeks. ‘i’m sorry if i worried you’, i know how worried he gets. my chest aches just thinking about how he must have felt all night.

‘no, no it’s not your fault. just got a bit worried, s’all’ he mumbles, placing his hand on the side of my jaw, pressing a kiss on the tip of my red, cold nose.

‘was it just a bit worried, or was it very worried?’ i tease, grinning at him as he rolls his eyes. ‘shut up’ he mumbles, leaning in and pressing a firm kiss on my lips. he lets out a sigh into the kiss, which i know is him feeling relieved.

‘you know i would have texted you back if i could, i can show you my phone if-’

‘no, no i believe you baby. don’t worry about that’ he says, shuffling back to the head of the bed and pulling me with him. ‘come on, lay down with me’ he says softly.

he rests his head on the pillow, as i lean down and snuggle up into his chest. the warmth of his body pulls me in, his arms stretching around my waist and one moving to interlock his fingers with mine.

‘fuck, i’m so glad you’re safe’ he mumbles, causing a little smile to form on my face.

‘i love you’ i whisper, pressing a small kiss to his chest. ‘i love you, so much’ he replies, closing his eyes as he can finally relax.

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hope you guys enjoyed this little random fic. ‘us next’ part two coming soon ☙.

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Could not stop thinking about Dadbod!Derek so enjoy....

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jodsx1x · 1 year

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the realisation ۵ d.h

the conversation between stiles and derek when stiles accidentally reveals you have feelings for him.

warnings: just a whole bunch of fluff. confessions, first kisses, soft derek etc. the good stuff.

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“would you just hurry up and drive?” derek states, staring at the hyperactive boy sat beside him in the car. stiles glares at him, starting the car probably a little too aggressively before pulling out of the drive.

never would these two find themselves alone in a car before today, but dereks car is being fixed and stiles is the only one with a “car”, if you can even call it that anymore, available. so he’s driving him home. is this going to be enjoyable for either of them? absolutely not. but derek doesn’t have a choice, and stiles was violently threatened by derek to do so.

“so how was your day?” stiles plastered a massive fake smile on his face, trying to wind the sour wolf up even more. derek stared with a blank expression.

“shut up.” he states, leaving it there before looking back out at the road. “and could you pick up the speed? i’d like to make it home before christmas” he says sarcastically.

“i’m doing the speed limit- not all of us break the law three thousand times a day”

“your dad is the sheriff, nothing would happen to you”.

“nothing would hap- have you met my dad? he’d find great pleasure in giving me a speeding ticket” stiles exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

and then it went quiet for a while, a while of derek feeling more and more agitated by stiles’ extremely slow driving, and stiles getting annoyed by dereks frequent glares and dramatic sighs of irritation.

“pick me up in the morning and drop me off at y/n’s, will you? haven’t seen her in so long” derek asks.

“are you kidding? she wouldn’t want you there” stiles scoffs, before gulping it away and realising what he might have just said. his face drains with colour when derek looks at him confused. “what?” derek asks.

“nothing” stiles says probably too fast.

“tell me what you mean right now, or i’m going to rip your throat out- with my teeth”

“woah calm down” stiles fakes a laugh. “a-all i meant was, that she knows you’ve been seeing braeden and well, probably feels bad having you there in case braeden gets the wrong idea!” stiles says, feeling quite proud of himself for coming up with that lie, before realising he is lying to a werewolf and there is no way he can lie himself out of here.

“you lied” derek says plainly. “tell me the truth right now, is this why she’s been avoiding me recently?”

stiles sighs, contemplating with himself, wondering if he should just tell him. he doesn’t want to ruin his friendship with y/n, given how close they’ve become and how much she trusts him. but sure, y/n would be very mad with him, on the other hand stiles also is convinced derek feels the same way for her secretly. so maybe by telling him this would fix everything and y/n would be happier in the end. he could try and reason with derek, if that’s even possible.

“okay fine” stiles sighs, pulling over on the side of the road, turning to derek and pointing at him. “but don’t talk until i finish, okay?” derek sighs but agrees.

“okay yes, she has been avoiding you recently, since you’ve had that thing with braeden going on. and if i tell you why, you need to be respectful about this. if you feel the same, you go to her and tell her tonight. if you don’t, you pretend you never knew and just carry on how you’ve been. i’ll help her get over it” stiles rambled. derek nods slowly.

“she’s had these, feelings for you, for a while now. months even. i convinced her to talk to you about it, and she drove to yours one night and was going to tell you about them. but she saw braedens bike outside and saw you two through the window. she left and came back to my house. she was heartbroken, derek. she’s not been the same since” stiles sighs. “she’s barely left the house, barely eating and drinking” he adds, trying to read dereks expression.

“she saw us?” derek mumbles, running a hand over his face. “fuck”.

“yeah, she saw. so yeah she’s been avoiding you, but that’s because everywhere you go- braeden is usually there” stiles admits, hoping he hasn’t pissed him off. “so, how do you feel?” stiles asks him. derek looks over with a sad look.

“i do like braeden, but” he pauses. “she’s not y/n”.

“so why did you start this thing with braeden if you liked y/n?” he says, confused. derek sighed again.

“i guess i was just lonely. i didn’t think y/n saw me as anything but her friend. so i just shut my feelings out for her and focused on someone else” derek explains.

“and did it work?” he asked him.

he shakes his head, “no.”

stiles sighed, restarting the engine and smiling to himself, proud he got the truth out of derek. “i’m taking you to hers right now” stiles says, driving off.

“but braeden is at the loft waiting for me!” derek exclaims, suddenly feeling stressed on how he’s going to handle all of this. stiles breaks again, turning to derek with an irritated look.

“then text her and tell her you aren’t going back there tonight. and tell her to leave you alone because you’re in love with someone else!” stiles yells at him.

“i’m sure there’s a nicer way i could put it” derek rolls his eyes, pulling out his phone and opening his texts with braeden.

he types out, “hey; sorry to do this over text but i can’t really call right now. i’m not making it back tonight, sorry. and i don’t think i can carry this friends with benefits thing on anymore. just not what i want, hope you can understand that. sorry again, here if you need a friend” he stares at it, hoping he doesn’t sound like an absolute asshole.

he sends the text and braeden reads it right away, expected as she’s waiting for him. stiles stares, peeking over his shoulder and reading the texts.

braeden texts back, “hey, oh it’s okay no problem. i knew it was coming, i see the way you look at y/n. go get ur girl! i’m here if you need a friend too” derek sighs, relieved she can be so cool and understanding about it all.

stiles nods, satisfied with him. “okay let’s go”.

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i sigh; looking into the mirror in my bedroom. god, i’ve never looked worse. i grab some face wipes and a hairbrush, brushing and smoothing out my hair. i wipe away all my smudged mascara and makeup, knowing it was stupid to even try and put makeup on whilst i feel this way.

i get changed into some fresh pj’, which was long overdue. i’d been wearing the same night shirt for days, so getting into a fresh one felt nice.

trodding back over to my bed, i go to climb back inside it before i’m stopped from the sound of something tapping on my window. i furrow my eyebrows, turning around. i slowly walk over to the window, pulling back the curtains and expecting to see stiles hanging there. instead i’m met with the pretty eyes of derek. his eyes visibly softened when he saw me, probably feeling sorry for me as i don’t exactly look happy.

i open the window, to which he quickly climbs inside and stands up straight. “hi” i mumble, closing the window and curtains, before nervously walking back to sit on the edge of my bed. “what are you doing here?” i say, fiddling with my fingers.

“i came to talk to you, i haven’t seen much of you lately” derek says softly, walking over to me.

“aren’t you supposed to be with braeden tonight? that’s what isaac said” i say, my heart cracking a little as the image of them flashed in my eyes.

“that’s over” derek says plainly, kneeling down in front of my place on the edge of the bed. his hands placed on my knees as he’s kneeled eye level with me. i look at him confused, it’s over? so him and braeden aren’t a thing anymore?

“oh. what happened? are you okay?” i asked, more concerned that he’s feeling okay. he nods, “i’m good”.

i nod a little, feeling a little anxious with him this close to me and his hands on my legs. “so what happened?” i ask, as he avoided the question.

“well i uh- was with stiles tonight” he looks at me, and my heart dropped. i don’t even need him to explain what happened as i already know what the sarcastic idiot had told him. i back off a little, cheeks flushing red as my eyes watered a little bit. “i-i’m sorry i- i didn’t mean for-“

“hey, hey it’s okay, come back here” he says in the sweetest voice. i look at him, before scooting back down the edge. “i’m glad he told me, made me realise some things” he says, with a small smile ghosting on his lips.

“like what?” i gulped, looking at him. he takes in a breath,

“like the fact i’ve been spending the past few with with the wrong girl” he says, hands moving from my knees to wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to him. i let out a shaky breath.

“w-who’s the right girl?” i ask, looking into his eyes for the first time tonight.

he smirks, “you’re really gonna make me say it?”. i just nod with a small smile and a little sniffle.

“it’s you. it’s always been you” he breathes out, and i can feel all the little cracks in my heart start to heal and bond back together.

“me?” i say, completely in shock that he feels the same way. he nods, “it’s you, baby” he mumbles, leaning in closer to me. i get even more nervous, his breath fanning on my face a little. he smells of mint and his cologne, it’s pretty much perfect.

i close the gap for him, as i’ve been waiting for this moment for months now. i hum lightly against his lips, my body almost giving in from how good it feels to kiss him. if it was up to me, i’d never stop kissing him.

he pulls back and i whisper an, “i love you” before i could stop myself. he can’t fight the smile on his lips from my words, repeating them back to me, “i love you more”, before giving me another passionate kiss.

“can you stay here tonight?” i ask, as he stands up to sit beside me on the bed. he grips under my thighs, pulling me up to straddle his hips and sit on his lap. my arms go around his neck.

“i’m not going anywhere, beautiful” he grins.

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i’m rly proud of this. hope you guys enjoyed 🫶🏼💕 love you all so much.

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ideasihadbutdontlike · 2 years

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Calm and Cozy

Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: Soft and sweet, reader comes home worn out after an exhausting day at work. Broken down, all they can think about is warmth, relaxation, and Derek.

mention of sensory overload and reckless driving

The drive home was always the most dangerous part of your day. Fighting monsters daily felt like nothing compared to going home after your shift. But, it was calm after nine hours on your feet non-stop.

You worked the night shift today, finally leaving your job close to 1 a.m. The pain in your joints was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You sped through town, ignoring, dazed, letting your body autopilot your way home. Thoughts of a warm shower and the cozy bed waiting for you. You always wondered if Derek would be awake when you got there. Most nights, he waited up for you to make sure you made it home okay. Sometimes he fell asleep, waking just as you closed the front door.

You smile at the thought of him; it distracts you from the aching in your muscles and the swelling of your feet. Before you know it, the car is parked, and you’re opening the door to the loft.

Derek looked towards the door from his spot on the bed. He closed the book he was reading, taking in your appearance. Your hair wasn’t messy, but it was out of place. Your shoulders curled forward, caving in on your frame, making you look smaller and worn out. He felt the wave of pain emanate from you, and he winced. He saw the bags under your eyes and the slight tremor in your hands as you tucked your shoes and jacket in their respective spots. He sighed lightly, admiring you, even in your current state of distress.

You smiled at him, and he saw the shift in your demeanor.

Your body relaxed when you saw him. Some of the tension left your shoulders, and your eyes seemed to sparkle. The smile on your lips was enough to erase the exhaustion on your face.

He got up, moving towards you with his arms open slightly, inviting you into his embrace. You practically collapsed into him. Holding onto him like he was your lifeline. You didn’t notice the tear that escaped, rolling down your face.

Derek wrapped his arms around you, holding you tighter. Afraid you would fall apart if he let go of you too soon. He picked you up and moved to the couch, where he held you- your head buried in his chest- for as long as you let him.

Eventually, you pulled away, sighing at the loss of warmth.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you whispered. Afraid that if you spoke any louder, you would cry. Days like this --when the lights seemed too bright, and the customers too loud, the time going far too slow, and the rush seemingly never-ending -- those days were the worst. They bruised a part of your soul that needed nurturing and tending too. Something that went much faster with warm showers and Derek.

Derek stood up, taking you with him. Not wanting to argue, you held onto his neck. He took you to the bathroom, gently set you down on the counter, and started the shower.

You watched him with a smile as you took in his actions. This was what he did to tell you he loved you. He was never good with his words and would never rely on them to get his point across. He told you, of course, but this is what he did best.

After your shower you slipped into Derek’s shirt he brought in. Washed your face and brushed your teeth and hair. Finally, you could just cuddle up in bed, surrounded by comfort, wrapped up in the sheets and Derek’s arms.

He would never tell you, but he made a habit of taking some of your pain away to put you to sleep after a rough day. He’d do it slowly and he’d make sure you didn’t know. He loved that he could help you like that. That he could ease the pain, physically and emotionally at the same time.

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