The Bite: Derek Hale x reader (One Shots)

Just a little sound

It's the Fourth of July for my American peeps and I am extremely bored so here yall go
Also I'm burnt as hell please pray for me
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They day was starting to settle and the world was getting quieter.
Except for one little thing. Actually one big thing. One very loud thing. Fireworks.
I wasn't always scared of fireworks. Actually as a kid I loved them. But after one too many traumatic situations in Derek's life with guns, the noises just started to blur together and all loud booms set me off. It's not really ever anything I discussed with him. I just figured he was so jaded to these things that he wouldn't understand. So when the Fourth of July rolled around, it was hard to show how I really felt.

I dreaded this week. The long nights filled with the popping colors in the sky. Those more or less didn't bother me, but the big ones with the booms that rattled your chest are what made me shake. And it just so happened that the residents of beacon hills loved those ones.
And it was late. Both Derek and I tucked in our beds. I honestly never thought Derek's room was so far from mine until moments like these rolled around and taking those steps to his room felt like I was trekking a hike.
The fireworks kept rattling the apartment and they were close to our windows since we were in the penthouse.
I tossed and turned, throwing a pillow over my ears and counting to five hoping it would send me to sleep. But after thirty minutes of continuous groaning in terror, I finally gave in.
I shot up from my bed in a spur of confidence to go to Derek's room but when my feet were supposed to move toward his room they froze.
What if he thinks you're weird?
You really shouldn't be scared of this shit. It's just fireworks. He's gonna think you're dumb. He's never going to understand. Just go back to bed.
I whimpered as my brain battled with itself.
Just go! You're never gonna get any sleep. Just tell him. Maybe he'll understand.
I grabbed a small blanket from my bed and wrapped it around myself. My bare feet on the floor were cold even though it was the middle of summer. Derek liked to keep it cold as a morgue in his house which was fine with me but my toes did turn numb a lot.
I stepped toward the door and encouraged my hand to turn the knob. When the door opened or revealed a dark empty room. Derek despite my constant nagging had yet to fill his apartment with more stuff. This means at night everything echos and it looks creepy as hell. But he insists that stuff is just stuff and it crowds his head.
I looked toward his room and saw a red flash and another pop from my window. I shuddered at the sound and huffed.
I stepped out of my room and clutched the blanket closer to me. My feet pattered against the floor as more flashes of color and pops flooded the dark apartment. I got to Derek's door and my body stopped. My hand struggled to open the door and my legs started to tremble.
I reached for the knob and turned it quietly. I knew that even if I turned it as quiet as possible Derek could still hear it but I tried anyway.
I pattered closer to his bed and saw his back was turned to me.
"Derek?" I asked softly, hoping I wouldn't startle him. He didn't move which was weird because usually he was a light sleeper.
"Derek?" I called again running my hand through his hair softly. He stirred taking in a big breath and turning. He reached his hand out and grabbed my arm.
"You okay?" He asked his voice groggy and strained.
"I can't sleep."
"Fireworks too loud?" He asked raising his brows in concern pulling my body closer to his bed.
"Yeah." I readjusted my blanket as it slumped over.
"Here." He scooted over in bed and opened the blankets for me to join him.
I quickly shuffled in and sighed as I positioned myself close to him. He moved to his back so he could look up at the ceiling.
I rested my forehead on his shoulder and felt just a little better.
"No wonder you like to keep the house so cold. You're hot." I peeled my forehead from his damp skin.
"Well thank you." He joked. I slapped his chest somewhere randomly and let out a small huff of amusement.
A firework cracked close to the window and I gasped and tensed up.
"Hey, you okay?"
I didn't respond, just dug my head in between his shoulder and the mattress.
"Are you scared of the fireworks?" I still didn't answer him "you know it's okay if you are. I get why. It's PTSD. It's not an easy thing to just get over."
I pulled my head out and realized I was crying.
"Hey hey." Derek grabbed my wet face and swiped the tears away. "It's okay to be scared."
"I just feel stupid. Like get over yourself ya know?"
"You're not stupid. I still have a little bit of anxiety when it comes to fire."
"You do?"
"Yeah. My chest gets tight. I can feel my eyes burning. Almost like I'm back there. Most days it feels like I'm still there but there's always something that pulls me out of that to remember I'm here now."
"What is it?"
"You." He turned to face me. "Mostly when you smile or laugh. Your laugh is like a break in my reality. It snaps me out of the fear that I have."
I shuffled closer to him and kissed his cheek. I nuzzled into his neck and sighed.
"Thank you for understanding." I mumbled.
"And thank you. For reminding me that I'm safe."
A firework popped right by the window and fragments plinked on the window.
"Damnit." I whispered as i jolted.
Derek held the back of my head and kissed my hair.
"I've got you. You're gonna be alright."