Someone
A/N: This is something that I have been sitting on for a while. The song “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi would come on the radio and I would immediately have this Derek x reader idea in my head, and I wanted to write it forever, just never got around to it. I downloaded the song, and read over the lyrics a few times, and realized it was much angstier than I wanted to write, so I had to make it some fluffy angst. I might expand it some, but for now, 877 words ahead of where I was, I feel good. Please let me know what you think!
Thank you to @jazziwritesthings, @xteenwolfwritingsx, and @msmischief101 for looking it over for me.
I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.
(Nor do I own the song “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi. All credit where credit is due.)
Word Count: 877
Warnings: None that I know of. Mild swearing? (Actually, don’t think this one has any language.) It’s really just fluffy.
Wherein we get a glimpse inside Derek’s head, and a look inside his heart, too. (That’s pure mush, ignore me, and just read it. :P)
Xxx
Rolling over to his other side in bed with a huff, Derek stared blankly at the wall in front of him, seeing everything but the drab colored paint that covered it. Ghosts seemed to haunt his dreams lately, even his waking ones, and tonight was no exception.
This ball he felt sinking heavy in his gut was something he wasn’t familiar with and didn’t like. It reminded him of her. It was utterly encompassing, and all consuming, like so many things about her, but at the same time she had a blessed way of making everything feel numb. At least all the bad, all the pain.
For years he had let himself be the sole bearer of the Hale misfortune, the weight of his family on his shoulders a heavy reminder of why every day was a fight to keep going. But something in her eyes had made that a bit more bearable. He realized now that she had actually taken some of the weight for herself to ease his, help him stand a little bit taller, even if it meant her having to walk a little bit slower.
Laying next to her had given him blissful sleep, free from demons that stalked his mind, pacing the hall of his subconscious, waiting for a door to open so they could flood right through. She kept them at bay, somehow, even when she kept him awake while she snored, his mind was free of ghosts.
But she wasn’t here. Derek sighed. Rolling to stare at the ceiling he realized he had gotten used to being someone again. A special someone. And without that, the walls that had opened up for him threatened to come crashing down, closing in inch by inch, the longer she was gone.
The loft door opened softly, sliding closed with a soft thud, before soft footsteps could be heard making their way toward his bed.
A leather jacket hitting the floor, the awkward shuffle of a belt buckle hitting the floor and jeans being peeled off before being tossed to some random piece of furniture, and the sigh of relief that jiggled with the little dance of shimming on comfortable pajamas. Derek couldn’t help the smile that climbed his face. He could see each action clearly without looking away from the ceiling, they were all something he had memorized long ago.
Finally smiling widely, he chanced a glance up to the foot of the bed, expecting to see her shaking out her hair until it had nineteen kinds of disarray to it, his breath caught when he instead saw nothing at all. The loft was empty, no one was about to crawl into bed, grab him and hold him close despite his protests, and leave drool on his shirt in their sleep.
Laying his head back down, mouth slightly ajar at the realization, he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly he jumped at movement next to him, the bed dipping and a moan he recognized finally gracing his ears. But was it real? Was it real this time?
The moan turned into a groan, and arms reached blindly for him, arms he recognized, and melted into instantly. A satisfied sigh the last sound he heard before a cold nose nuzzled his neck, making him shudder.
“Sorry I was so late. We actually found the thing. It threw some good punches, but I’ll be okay tomorrow.”
At this revelation, Derek tried to sit up, but using her equally supernatural strength, she kept him pinned down with only one hand spread wide on his chest, applying pressure.
She turned her face into the pillow and spoke. “Like I said, I will be okay tomorrow. Just sleep. I can already tell you have had a rough night. You reek.”
He looked down to her face, and she turned out of the pillow, looking up at him, and meeting his gaze for the first time that night. “Of anxiety,” she finished.
He just stared, and her gaze softened. “I’m okay, Derek. I promise. You know me. I moan and groan about a stubbed toe. Do you think I would play off anything worse?”
“Yes.” He answered without hesitation.
She huffed. “Well, I’m not. So go to sleep, my sourwolf. Be grumpy with me in the morning. But for now,” she snuggled in closer, closing her eyes and brushed her lips against his neck as she spoke, “let me sleep, and you get some, too, otherwise you will be extra grumpy tomorrow and I can’t deal with that. No one likes a grumpy sourwolf.”
“Do I need to kick you off this bed?” Derek asked, smiling after a minute.
“Probably,” her lips turned up against his skin. “But you won’t. So sleep.”
Letting out low growl of annoyance, more human than anything, he smiled when he felt her own lips going higher still against the crook of his neck, and pulled her tightly into his embrace, mumbling a, “Com’ere,” as she giggled, melting further into his arms.
His tight grip rocked them slowly back and forth, settling into the mattress until they both were comfortable, a mess of tangled limbs and breathy chuckles, both still wearing smiles that seemed to brighten up the dark loft.
Xxx
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