Summary: Derek had terrible taste in Christmas decorating and (y/n) has to do something about it.
Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader
“What the hell is that?” (Y/n) stared in horror at the fake Christmas tree that stood in front of Derek’s window, its sparse branches wrapped in lights that had more broken bulbs than ones that worked. It was dwarfed by the vast windows that lined the wall of loft, making its already dismal appearance ten times worse. Derek followed (y/n)’s stare, shrugging as he turned down the Christmas CD she had playing, cutting through George Michael’s heartbroken lyrics as he laughed softly.
“It’s called a Christmas tree” (Y/n) scoffed, turning to her boyfriend with an unimpressed glare.
“That does not deserve to be associated with Christmas” As her eyes drifted around the loft, she imagined all the different ways she could decorate it for the holiday season, but no amount of fairy lights and ornaments could distract from the disaster that was Derek’s Christmas tree. They were meant to be hosting Christmas dinner with the pack at the loft and (y/n) wanted everything to be perfect, which meant that the tree had to go.
(Y/n) had tried to sway Derek but he was adamant that the tree was fine, so she took things into her own hands. Quite literally. The seven-foot tree had cost her more than she cared to admit and weighed far more than she expected but she was determined to get it up the winding stairs that led to Derek’s loft, even if it took her all day. (Y/n) unravelled her scarf and pushed up the sleeves of her jumper, her breath coming in short pants as she tugged the tree up the next flight of stairs, hoping it wouldn’t be damaged by her efforts. She’d thought being part of a pack of werewolves meant struggling to carry things would never be a problem again but apparently, everyone had plans that didn’t involve helping her drag a Christmas tree up twenty flights of stairs. Resting before turning to go up the next set of stairs, (y/n) leant back against the wall, pulling in deep breaths.
“What are you doing?” Her head shot up, her eyes meeting Derek’s amused gaze. She tried in vain to stand in front of the tree, smiling innocently.
“Nothing” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he fought off a smile.
“So that’s not a Christmas tree behind you back?” (Y/n) shook her head, avoiding his gaze as a grin twitched her lips.
“Nope, don’t know where you got that idea from” Derek walked down the steps beneath her, watching as a grimace pulled at his girlfriend’s brow and an embarrassed blush warmed her cheeks.
“Y’know, maybe it was the giant tree you’re dragging up the stairs” She hung her head as he smirked at her, bending down to pick up the netted tree and lifting it onto his shoulder.
“I guess that was a bit of a giveaway” When their eyes finally met, neither of them could stop themselves from laughing, wide smiles growing on their faces.
“You really hate my tree that much?” (Y/n) followed him up the stairs, amazed at how easily he carried the tree.
“Hate is a very strong word”
“But it’s the right one” Derek smiled at her over his shoulder, revelling in the way the blush that covered her cheeks deepened.
“Yeah” She bit her lip as he waited for her to walk into the loft before closing the door behind her, seemingly unfazed by the seven-foot tree resting on his shoulder.
“Did you not think I’d notice that you’d brought a giant tree into our apartment?”
“Well…” (Y/n) tucked her hair behind her ear, her eyes finding Derek’s tree as her nose scrunched before she could stop it. “I’m sorry but that tree is an embarrassment to Christmas”
To her surprise, he laughed, shaking his head as he made his way towards the large window, setting down the tree and turning to her with a small smile on her face.
“Well, are you going to help me decorate our new one or what?” An excited grin grew on (y/n)’s face as she made her way over to Derek, snuggling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his chest.
Two hours later, the two of them were stood in front of their Christmas tree, admiring their work as the new tree lights (y/n) had bought cast the room into a soft glow. The branches of the tree were adorned with a variety of both traditional and somewhat ridiculous decorations that made nostalgia spread across (y/n)’s chest. This was what she had pictured when she thought about spending her first Christmas with Derek, it was homely and just the right amount of tacky. It was perfect and she couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the holiday season held for them.