So, what if Derek comes back and is all “Scott please let me be your Beta, being an Omega is the worst, I promise I will follow all your orders and be a good soldier, I swear I can follow directions please let me PLEASE.”
And Scott squints at him and say “All of my orders? Like, ALL of them?”
And Derek nods furiously.
"Okay. Go get a massage."
And Derek frowns and says “what, that’s stupid, what are you talking about,” and Scott says “YOU SAID YOU WOULD FOLLOW MY ORDERS NOW GO GET A MASSAGE” and flashes his red eyes. So Derek goes and gets a massage—probably at a kiosk place in the mall, so he doesn’t have to take off his shirt, but after going he actually feels really good and energized yet relaxed, and also proud of himself for following his Alpha’s orders.
At the next pack meeting, after telling everyone what sort of perimeter patrols they’d be doing for the rest of the week, Scott asks Derek to stay behind for a minute. “I need to know which Indian restaurant in town has the most delicious Chicken Korma. I need you to go eat at all of them over the next month and decide which one is the best.”
Derek blinks. He loves Chicken Korma. He had eaten almost all of it that one time Stiles had brought some to a stakeout, a long time ago. “I—fine. I could have it done by Saturday, if you want.”
Scott shakes his head. “No, you’ll get sick of it and then you won’t be able to rank the later places accurately. Just try a new place whenever you’re in the mood for Indian, and then rank them for me.”
"Do you just care about taste, or do you want me to include levels for service and price?"
"That’s a good idea," Scott says, nodding approvingly. "Yes, include whatever you think is important."
The next week, he’s paying the check at Cafe Tandoor when he gets a text from Scott. I need your help at work tomorrow it reads.
When Derek shows up, Scott directs him to a box full of puppies. “Someone brought in these strays last night, and they have really matted fur, so I need you to brush them. I’d do it, but I have to work on cleaning out the cages.”
Derek looks down at where the puppies are whining up at him, tumbling over each other in eagerness. “I could clean the cages, if you want.” It seems more fair for him to do the grosser job.
"No, Deaton has a whole method he likes me to use, and it would take forever for me to show you where everything is and what to do. It’s faster this way."
Derek sits down on the floor and begins carding through the smallest puppy’s fur. It squeaks in delight and nuzzles against his hand.
the wolf who didn’t want to walk anymore
all i see is a derek hale hiatus adventure
THIS IS NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU WANTED.
Derek was worried about Mikey’s roller skate sneakers until they got to the book signing and he saw three kids on bicycles, five on skateboards, and one, bizarrely, on a pogo stick. That young girl’s mother looked very harried.
"See, daddy?" Mikey said, tugging on Derek’s hand for balance as he wobbled on his feet. The shoes were a gift from Laura, who lived to make Derek’s life pain. Mikey had owned them for three days and Derek had never been more thankful for werewolf healing.
"I see," Derek replied, putting a hand on Mikey’s shoulder to hold him steady when he rolled too close to a mother and her little girl. The mother shot Derek an irresponsible-parent look that Derek was intimately familiar with.
He merely raised his eyebrows in reply. Her daughter was on rollerblades.
"Do you think Mr. Stiles will like my shoes?" Mikey asked.
"Definitely," Derek said. "They look just like Wolf’s shoes."
"Yeah," Mikey said, admiring his feet. "They do. I bet my shoes are the best shoes. I bet no other kids have my shoes. Mr. Stiles is gonna like me best."
Derek had seen at least half a dozen other children with ridiculous wheelie shoes, but he didn’t say anything. Let Mikey have his moment.
"What do you think Wolf is gonna ride on next?" Mikey asked, looking up at Derek with his big green eyes.
"A tractor," Derek replied.
"Daaaaaddy," Mikey said. "Wolves don’t ride tractors. What is wrong with you?"
"Sure, they do."
"You’ve never rided a tractor," Mikey said. "Aunt Laura says you’re allergic to honest labor."
"We may need to ban Aunt Laura again," Derek mused.
That time Stiles and Scott “competed” for Allison’s love on a reality TV show
The thing is, Stiles has no interest whatsoever in going on a TV dating show. Deep down, in his heart of hearts — and publicly, to anyone who is foolish enough to bring up the topic — Stiles thinks it’s kind of pathetic. Because it’s all fake, for starters, like all “reality” TV is fake, but also he thinks the people who go on those shows are more interested in attention than love, so what’s the point? It’s like narcissistic masturbation with some television exhibitionism thrown in for good measure. And letting the entire nation — nay, the world — mock your lack of pick-up prowess? Noooo thank you.
Except. Scott’s been friends with Allison on Facebook since eighth grade. Her family only stayed in Beacon Hills for a single semester, and she and Scott only had one class together, and Scott never actually worked up the nerve to talk to her, ever, not even on Facebook, but he’s seriously been in love since eighth. Fucking. Grade. So when she posts a status saying she’s going to be looking for love on Soul Mates, Stiles knows just what to do.
Step 1: Get Scott to stop hyperventilating and actually fill out the online application to be a contestant.
anonymous prompted: idk if you’ve ever written kid fic or wish to, but what about one where klaine know each other in 2nd grade or something and blaine proposes to kurt with a ring pop haha
(and since i didn’t get to write fic the day of their first meeting anniversary commemorating it i decided to blend it in with this fic so yay! \o/)
Kurt startles, his fingers slipping a little on the buttons of his brand-new gray peacoat that his mom had bought him over the weekend. Most of the class is chattering away as they take off their heavy winter coats and hang them up at the back of the room, and Kurt, who hasn’t ever really talked too much to anyone in his class besides Rachel, is surprised at the sudden boyish, slightly-lisping voice behind him.
Ridiculous Blam bros dealing with Blaine’s twerking video going viral.
Blaine awoke to something crashing on top of him. Before his instincts could kick in telling him to punch whatever was on top of him, a familiar voice cried “BLAINE! WAKE UP!”
He jerked up violently, opening his eyes and trying to focus them in on the person holding him down. “Sam?! What the-?!”
“Blaine, you’re famous!” Sam screeched, letting go of Blaine’s wrists that he was holding down and bouncing beside him on the bed.
Blaine sat up tiredly, trying to fully wake up. Rubbing his eye he asked, “How did you even get in here?”
“I used my spare key.”
“I never gave you a-”
“Blaine that is irrelevant! You’re famous!”
eeames asked: I SAW YOUR TAG ON THAT NEW DEPUTY POST AND YES. YES!!!!! YES TO STILES FORMING A CRUSH ON THE NEW DEPUTY. PLEASE.
It’s like you people don’t even want me to work through my prompts.
It first comes up about a week and a half after he gets back. They’re in the preserve, gathered around the hood of Stiles’ newly repaired Jeep, hunched over a map of downtown Beacon Hills which has already been marked up from the last mystery they were trying to solve.
(Apparently, Danny somehow got ahold of a plan of the sewer system to lay over it, and Derek is just… not going to ask. He practically has a record, so the less he knows—- just, it’s better. Anyway, something tells him Ethan was involved.)
The flashlight Scott’s holding for the benefit of the humans is on its last legs, and the twins lost the trail about a half-hour ago before circling back, so they’re going to have to wrap this up. Also, Stiles is doing that thing with his mouth that means he’s done with the planning stage and wants to run head-on into whatever idiotic scheme he’s forging that will get him either injured or kidnapped.
Derek runs a hand over his jaw. He can’t believe he’s actually back here - doing this - all over again. This time it’s some kind of swamp-sea-slime thing. All Derek knows for sure is that it vomited or ejacualted or sneezed over Lydia’s favourite shoes and she hasn’t shut up about it since.
"…So we need to find out how much the Sheriff’s Department knows, and feel out if the cover’s still—" Scott says, as Stiles throws both hands in the air.
"I’ll do it!"
Stars of the stage Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are engaged to be married, but little did they know they met long before Broadway.
Kurt could remember the first time he met him.
Kurt had been standing backstage, now more than a 10-year veteran of the Broadway stage. He wasn’t in this particular show, but he was there to support his best friend Rachel. He and Rachel were the same, they could go out there and be a star for the millionth time and feel right at home. But him. This kid. He was brand new. If Kurt didn’t know it from Rachel, he’d know it from the way he stood. He was peeking out towards the filling audience, wringing his hands, breathing heavily. He was nervous as hell. But Kurt had heard those pipes, this kid would kill it.
“Are you nervous?” Kurt asked, unintentionally making the kid jump out of his skin.
Once composing himself he turned to Kurt and nodded. “Please don’t judge me.” He joked, rubbing his hands together nervously. “I’ve just…I’ve never—I’m lead. On a Broadway show. I—I’m terrified I’m going to forget the lyrics or a line or-” Kurt laughed brightly, he remembered this kind of panic, he still got it sometimes when he did a new show. “Ok you can judge me.”
Fic: about the mirror and its pieces [Teen Wolf]
this is so good I literally wept.
Drabble: Kurt talks about his ring to a customer
It happens his first shift. It’s late, and it’s pretty dead in the diner. Rachel is in the back calling everyone they know about her role and Santana is sitting at the bar texting Dani, so Kurt waits on the lady in the corner booth. The only customer in the place, at the moment.
"Here’s your coffee," he says with a smile, pouring the de-cafe into the woman’s mug. "Can I get you something else? Pie is always good with coffee."
She looks up from her menu and is about to reply when her eyes fall on the hand he’s using to pour her drink. She brightens. “That’s a nice ring.”
He blinks and looks at it himself. He’s only been wearing it for four days and he’s already forgotten it’s there. It’s just part of his hand now. He smiles softly and looks back at the woman. “Thank you. I like it too.”
"Who gave it to you?"
"My boyfriend. I mean…fiancé."
The woman’s smile widens and she leans her chin into her hands. “Oh, congrats! That is so exciting. When did that happen?”
"Well, last Thursday actually." He chuckles, putting down the coffee. "I was visiting back home and he asked me before I left."
"Was it a good proposal?"
Kurt snorts. “It was…theatrical. Which isn’t surprising if you knew either of us.”
He stops and sighs fondly as the memory plays over in his head. He looks down at the woman, who’s watching him expectantly, and chuckles. Looking around at the empty diner, he shrugs and slides into the seat across from her.
"He sang to me."
She squeaks, giggling. “Oh my, how romantic.”
"It was. He invited all of our friends and family. He sang All You Need is Love."
"Can’t go wrong with The Beatles." the woman interrupts.
Kurt nods. “You really can’t. There were rose petals and he proposed on the staircase we met on.”
The woman practically swoons. “You’re a lucky fellow. Looks like he’s pretty lucky too.”
Kurt smiles warmly. “We both are, I think.”
"I lost my husband last year. Cancer. We were married for 57 years, if you can believe that. High school sweet hearts and everything."
"He’s my high school sweet heart."
She smiles. “Well, would you look at that.”
They share a moment of silence. Kurt is now twisting his ring on his finger. He watches the woman do the same with her wedding ring and he pictures him and Blaine at their 50th wedding anniversary, probably singing to each other. He smiles at the thought and isn’t snapped out until the woman speaks again. “Is he handsome?”
He blinks, meeting her eyes again. “I’m sorry?”
"I said is he handsome?" She asks, bemused.
Kurt grins, pulling out his phone. “Oh, very.”
He shows her his lock screen, a picture they took right after the engagement and she swoons again. “You’re marrying a 50’s movie star!”
Kurt snorts. “When he gets here, I don’t want you telling him that. His ego would go through the roof.”
She chuckles. “So, tell me what he said.”
And that’s how Kurt spends his first real shift. The woman leaves him a generous tip after her meal, writing on the receipt “put it towards the wedding”.
i love it when people drop fics in my submit uwu
For the First Time, All Over Again
I’m sure by now all of you have seen the video of the man waking up from surgery and not remembering his wife…well, I though why not try that with Kurt and Blaine?
“You can see him now.”
Kurt nodded his thanks to the nurse and ran a tired hand through his hair for the 5000th time. He’d been at the hospital all night, and now the sun was peeking over the horizon. He was tired, and he could only take so much of the waiting room chairs, and even if the nurses let him use the employee Keurig so he could have some ‘real coffee’, he was pretty sick of everything…literally. Maybe only drinking coffee and not eating real food for almost 24 hours wasn’t the best plan.
Kurt shuffled towards the room he was directed to. With a sigh he entered the room and made his way to the man in the bed. Running his fingers through those unruly curls, Kurt whispered, “Hey, Blaine.”