@iysics wanted a drabble based on the word glasses. And I had to do it to em.
Stiles had faced a lot of terrifying things in his life.
His own questionable decision making skills after three cups of coffee and no sleep.
None of those things prepared him for his alpha wearing glasses.
It was an accident that he found out, technically.
Stiles had stopped by the loft because Derek had forgotten his phone, which was honestly a very Derek thing to do. The man could remember every single detail about everyone else’s safety plans but somehow managed to leave his keys, wallet, or phone behind at least twice a week.
“Derek?” Stiles called as he stepped inside.
He frowned and walked farther in.
Because Derek Hale was sitting on the couch, wearing a worn out shirt, reading a book, and wearing glasses.
Stiles’ brain immediately stopped functioning.
And somehow that made it worse.
“You have been hiding glasses from me.”
“I haven’t been hiding them.”
Derek frowned. “I wear them when I read.”
“Do you understand how unfair that is?”
Stiles pointed at him helplessly.
“You already have the whole tall, brooding, mysterious werewolf thing going on. You cannot just add glasses. There are rules.”
“The rules of not making my life harder.”
“I am being incredibly reasonable.”
At that moment, Kira and Isaac walked in carrying food.
They immediately stopped when they saw Stiles staring at Derek.
Isaac looked between them.
“That’s it?” Stiles repeated, horrified. “Isaac, look at him.”
Stiles whipped around. “Thank you.”
Kira nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the contrast.”
“The scary werewolf guy suddenly looks like he helps people with their taxes.”
Derek took off his glasses. “I’m never wearing them again.”
“No,” Stiles said immediately. “Put them back on.”
Isaac smirked. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“I am having a revelation.”
“About the fact that Derek Hale apparently has unlimited ways to be annoyingly attractive.”
Kira’s eyes widened slightly.
Isaac slowly looked at Derek.
Derek looked very pleased with himself.
Stiles immediately pointed at him.
“Don’t look smug. You don’t get to know you’re pretty.”
Derek leaned back against the couch, glasses still in hand.
Stiles immediately regretted every life choice that had led him to this moment.
“Nope. Never mind. Conversation over. I’m leaving.”
“Exactly. And now I’m walking out because I have dignity.”
“You don’t have dignity,” Isaac said.
“You told a werewolf his glasses were a personal attack.”
“A valid personal attack.”
Derek put his glasses back on.
Derek’s expression softened.
And Stiles, despite all his years of surviving impossible things, realized he had found his greatest weakness.
Not supernatural threats.
Just Derek Hale quietly reading a book while wearing glasses.
