Derek may LOOK snarly and scary, but he’s totally the kind of dork that cuffs his skinny jeans above his ankles while he lazes around at home in his soft sweaters, petting stray cats that wander to his place and reading books with glasses that he doesn’t really need, but uses anyway because they belonged to his human grandmother on his father’s side. He probably wears argyle socks under his Tough Scary Boots, too.
Actually Old Man Derek Hale is what I’m saying, who keeps his extended family alive through all their little quirks.
He loves black and white movies because he can remember watching them with his great grandparents.
He has a small cuff link collection from his grandfather, and treasures them ever though he never gets the chance to wear them.
He had an uncle who was Italian and loved to cook, and now he keeps a little herb garden on his windowsill.
His grandmother taught him to knit, and now he makes his own sweaters, following her favorite decades old patterns.
His aunt loved trashy romance novels and he has a whole collection. There’s a mini library in the loft full of books that his family loved, everyone with their own distinct tastes, and he reads them when he misses them so much it’s hard to breathe. He curls up in his cuffed jeans with his argyle socks and soft hand-made sweater (the yarn still smells like his grandmother), a blanket that took her two years to finish draped over his lap, reading old and loved books with his old man glasses perched on his nose. There’s lasagna baking in the oven filling the loft with the scent of spices, and his mom’s oldies music plays softly, and it’s almost like he can hear the laughter and chatter that used to fill his home, and he feels a little closer to his family.
Tag derek deserves nice things
#I would legit watch an entire episode where Derek has a nice day #just an hour of things going better than expected #nice jog in the morning with Isaac #finds that he has the perfect amount of quarters for all his laundry#his favorite hair product is on sale #there’s a good movie in the Red Box that he hasn’t seen yet #Stiles sends him a bunch of dumb texts that he pretends not to find funny#Erica and Isaac try to make cookies while Boyd laughs at them #and they come out looking gross but they taste delicious #Scott answers his phone #just 40 minutes of nice things happening to Derek Hale #that’s all I want #I have a Derek Hale problem (via jebiwonkenobi)
I was bored so I did one of those “draw your favorite character in what you’re currently wearing” things.
The thing is, Stiles is used to walking into Derek’s apartment unannounced, and yeah, he’s used to finding Derek barely clothed and using a doorframe in lieu of a pull-up bar. In fact, if he thinks about it, it’s not as though Stiles hasn’t seen Derek naked, so really, nothing should come as a surprise at this point: this shouldn’t be so difficult for Stiles to process.
But it is.
Because Derek’s wearing a cardigan.
It’s not one of those cotton, v-neck, button-down deals that every eighteen to thirty year old seems to have accumulated over the past year or two – it’s not even a ‘dad’ cardigan: it’s–it’s fuzzy.
And don’t even get Stiles started on the fluffy slipper socks or the fact he’s not wearing pants under the oversized shirt he’s swimming in, because he’s stuck on the cardigan and can’t even begin to process the rest.
The cardigan is fuzzy and warm looking, the sleeves so long and perhaps a little stretched out that one of them has had to be rolled back to reveal Derek’s hand.
Up until now, Derek’s been firmly in the jeans-Henley-and-cotton-socks gang. Maybe slipping on a pair of – sinful – sweatpants or swapping the Henley for a v-neck if he’s feeling adventurous but never–and Stiles would like to stress, never–has he done anything to suggest he’d rather be curled up on his couch in fluffy socks and cardigans.
Because Stiles is pretty sure, abruptly, that he never wants to see Derek in his jeans-and-Henley combo ever again. He comes to this realisation as he meanders across the apartment to flop down onto the other end of the couch (Derek lifts his feet absently and places them back down in Stiles’ lap all without looking up from his book) because this new, comfortable-with-being-comfortable Derek is doing things to him.
Things, Stiles thinks, that Derek might be interested in helping him with, if the coy smirk suddenly playing around Derek’s mouth is anything to go by.
I’m so so sorry, but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone.
The cardigan? It’s Isaac’s. The t-shirt? It’s Boyd’s. And the fuzzy slipper socks/boots are Erica’s (shut up Stiles big feet are a Reyes family curse). Because Derek likes to smell like his pack.
But he hasn’t stolen borrowed anything from Stiles yet. Really, Derek would rather Stiles just left his scent all over Derek’s sheets.
consider this: derek hale in a bath tub, bubbles up to his ears, rubber ducky optional but probably there somewhere. stiles watches adoringly from the doorway and maybe joins him.
derek hale is comfortable and happy and things are good.
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