Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace. He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.
Stiles recognizes that there are a number of reasons why this is a bad idea.
The one where Stiles manages to somehow imply that he might be dating his exceedingly hot TA for freshman lit, and ends up inviting him home for the holidays (along with his two crazy sisters) and really hopes that Lydia doesn’t find out he was lying and kill him before maybe he can make it so he’s not lying after all…
Derek quietly loves Christmas and is not afraid to wear the sweaters to show it. He hosts a children’s TV show about science and history, builds model trains, and is painfully awkward. Stiles works in a Hallmark-type store that sells Christmas decorations and model train pieces, and might have an unhealthy appreciation for sweaters. Of course he was going to fall for Derek. Of course he was.
“Stiles, dude, what are you wearing?” Scott asks with horrified urgency.
“Retribution, my man,” Stiles says easily. “My just deserts.”
“What did you do?” Scott says.
Stiles slings an arm over Scott’s shoulder. “Scotty, what I did is far less important than the fundamental life less I forgot in order to do it: your mother is a vengeful goddess, and we should never anger her.”
There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.
ok but what I love about that “you fit me better than my favourite sweater” post Connor just reblogged is that it’s not really that worthy of reblogging in terms of aesthetic. You can tell he reblogged it because of the actual words, and that is so freaking cute, like I can’t.