𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄.
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DEREK HALE IMAGINES. imagine three | scent markings SUMMARY; derek can't help but cover his best friend in his scent after she gets him a thoughtful gift which leads to an unexpected confession WARNINGS; none,? instinctive derek, little possessive
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THE HOLIDAYS HADN'T BEEN EXACLTY DEREK'S FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR. After losing his family six years ago, he dreaded the holidays. To him it seemed like a reminder of being alone and not having anyone to celebrate it with. He no longer gets the chance to wake up early Christmas mornings with his siblings and open presents. He'll never get to have his mom's cooking for dinner which is what he mainly looked forward to during the holidays. His mother's cooking. Everything during the holidays was a reminder to him how lonely he really is. He has no one to celebrate with. The first few years he didn't care. Then it started taking a toll on him. Until his best friend since elementary school came back, he learned to enjoy the holidays and began looking forward to this time of year.
To him, he thought he owed her the entire universe. She has been by his side since the two became best friends. Never once did she ever leave him when times got hard. Even when she went away for college, she still made sure to talk to him almost every day on the phone if not make time to text him. She was his best friend and that was never going to change. Ever.
Now that she was graduated from college, her and Derek had been living with each other in his loft. He had a lot of extra space and was a little too eager about having her live with him. He tried telling himself it was so he could fill the space in the loft so it was completely lonely. But that was a flat out lie and he knew it. Deep down it was because he's been madly in love with her for the longest time and he craved to have her close to him again. Even if they weren't together, even if she didn't reciprocate any feelings, her living with him and being close to him made up for it.
"Derek! Come help me decorate." She called out to him, knowing he was very well hiding upstairs to avoid having to decorate for Christmas. Even though he was learning to love the holidays again now that she's back, taking the time to decorate was not his cup of tea. He loved the decorations. He just didn't want to do the work.
He smirked to himself when he heard her let out a few string of curse words on top of complaining how lazy he was. The second time she yelled his name he groaned and closed the book he was reading. He reluctantly got out of bed and made his way down the stairs, seeing her rummaging through the bins filled with decorations.
Majority of the loft was decorated with various of decorations. There was fake snow on the window sills with small plastic reindeer's, presents, snowmen, and a Christmas tree with Santa. There were warm white lights pinned around the walls and windows of the loft, creating a cozy gentle glow of light. But one thing that caught his eye was the mistletoe hanging from the door frame between the living room and kitchen.
