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triskehale) wrote2015-11-24 01:14 am
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thanksgiving is, after all, a word of action [set on 11/26]
Thanksgivings in the Hale house used to be quite the big deal. Feeding over a dozen werewolves, many of them teenagers was no easy feat. Derek loved all the chaos, and he helped out in the kitchen since he was old enough to stand on a step stool and reach the counter.
The first year after everyone died, he and Laura each got a rotisserie chicken and some biscuits, trying to hang on to some semblance of tradition, but the food tasted like ash. Laura went to bed early, and Derek pretended not to hear her cry. They stopped trying to do anything for the holiday after that.
It's been almost a decade since that disastrous attempt, and a few months ago Derek decided that he wanted to try again. While Laura and the rest of his family will always be the cause of this gnawing ache in his heart, Derek has a new family here in Darrow. He has so many people that matter to him, and care about him. It's more than Derek deserves, or ever thought that he would get, but he's grateful. He's thankful.
So he decides that he's going to do his best to put on a Thanksgiving of his own, and invite his new ragtag sort of pack. His new family.
The invitations go out and on the big day, Derek arrives at Semele's just after dawn. He puts two giant turkeys in the oven and quickly sets up the long table and chairs in the middle of the bar. With each chair he places, Derek marvels over just how many people he has in his life. It's astounding to him, and it's the perfect day to show his gratitude.
And then, all that's left to do is cook. And cook, and cook some more. If he's lucky, he'll have time to go shower and put on something nice before all his guests arrive.
[Hale pack Thanksgiving! Treat this as a gathering post. Tag in, tag around, give thanks! ♥]
The first year after everyone died, he and Laura each got a rotisserie chicken and some biscuits, trying to hang on to some semblance of tradition, but the food tasted like ash. Laura went to bed early, and Derek pretended not to hear her cry. They stopped trying to do anything for the holiday after that.
It's been almost a decade since that disastrous attempt, and a few months ago Derek decided that he wanted to try again. While Laura and the rest of his family will always be the cause of this gnawing ache in his heart, Derek has a new family here in Darrow. He has so many people that matter to him, and care about him. It's more than Derek deserves, or ever thought that he would get, but he's grateful. He's thankful.
So he decides that he's going to do his best to put on a Thanksgiving of his own, and invite his new ragtag sort of pack. His new family.
The invitations go out and on the big day, Derek arrives at Semele's just after dawn. He puts two giant turkeys in the oven and quickly sets up the long table and chairs in the middle of the bar. With each chair he places, Derek marvels over just how many people he has in his life. It's astounding to him, and it's the perfect day to show his gratitude.
And then, all that's left to do is cook. And cook, and cook some more. If he's lucky, he'll have time to go shower and put on something nice before all his guests arrive.
[Hale pack Thanksgiving! Treat this as a gathering post. Tag in, tag around, give thanks! ♥]
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If he can make Mindy smile after a surprise baby had shown up for her in a printer box, he's pretty confident he can do the same for anyone else.
First thing's first, though, and that's food. There's no sense in trying to do nice things for other people if stomach's not personally satisfied first.
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"Hey, buddy, happy Thanksgiving!" Clapping a hand down on Castiel's shoulder, Newt glances over at the vast array of pies that are just waiting to be consumed with a lick of his lips. "You're going to have to be more specific with the pie business, though, because I plan on eating like, at least a slice of each. Is that selfish? Whatever, I don't care, just take me to your delicious pastry."
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"I'll try your pecan, but I might end up like your man if your pie's as good as he's making it look. And yeah, I've known Derek... man, pretty much since I got dropped in Darrow, I guess. Which is really only just over a couple years now. Feels a hell of a lot longer."
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"But hey, man, thanks for asking, I'm doing okay. I reached peak mourning around month three after it happened but then we inherited this cat from a friend who disappeared from the city, so that's been interesting. What about you, loving life? Kicking ass, taking names, all that shit?"
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Derek gives him a teasing smirk and reaches for the turkey fork. He saw Newt at Diwali, but didn't really get much of a chance to talk to him. It was too soon after getting back from that other place, but now he's feeling better. Being surrounded by people he cares about after doing something that he enjoys all day certainly helps. "I'm glad that you guys could make it."
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"Look, food is very important, okay," he says, shaking out his fist and scowling at his friend before a smile quickly takes over. "'Sides, wouldn't miss this, Mister Popular. You've got a full house in here."
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"Food is incredibly important. It's why I made four turkeys, and I plan on eating at least half of one." His smile goes from amused to fond, eyes shining as he looks around the room and then back to Newt. "I have a lot to be thankful for."
Sure, a lot of terrible things have happened to him, and it's so easy to get lost in that hurt, to dwell in it, but sometimes he just has to claw his way out and remember all the good to come into his life. Newt's one of those things, and he's glad that he could make it today.
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He watches with a softening expression as Derek looks around with a contentment in his eyes that Newt isn't really used to seeing. It's not that Derek is doom and gloom all the time or anything, it's just that Newt isn't sure he's ever seen his friend fully happy before. Especially after Stiles had disappeared from the city, Derek seems to have been in a bit of a dark place, which is understandable; but with what Kate's said about him digging someone who digs him, too, Newt just hopes Derek can find some much deserved peace.
Not that he'd say that out loud, that's just not him.
"Anyway, I'm glad you invited us to your shindig," he says, "otherwise we might have had to think about throwing a party to invite some of you people to, and it could've gotten ugly. Mostly because I'd probably taste test most of the meal before putting it out on the table."
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The look on Newt's face gets a little sappy, and Derek raises an eyebrow as he waits to see what he'll say. The anyway is a bit telling, and Derek smiles a bit as he reaches out to squeeze Newt's shoulder. "Wouldn't have been a party without you, man. Glad you could make it."
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It's not a saying at all but whatever, Newt's always up for challenges that involve eating things so he's willing to roll with it.
Rolling his eyes and dramatically batting Derek's hand from his shoulder, Newt huffs. "Don't get all sugary sweet on me, dude, I'm so not here for that. Except I love ya, buddy, just don't tell anyone I said that because I have a new street rep I'm trying to maintain, okay?"
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"Uh huh," Derek replies, letting out an amused laugh. His expression softens into something fond as Newt keeps speaking, heart stuttering a bit over the words. They mean a lot to him, even with how flippantly they were said, and Derek nods. "As long as you don't tell anyone I feel the same way."
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If Derek needs a favor returned and asks Newt to bring him a goddamn $12.99 shovel or some shit to dig a grave, sure, will do. Pies, he'd be less inclined to supply. Mostly because he's pretty sure he'd just eat himself into his own coma.
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Then she's striding across the room with a second plate of pie that she holds out to Newt as soon as she's close enough.
"Thank you for being you," she says and it's said with a little grin, something to take the edge off just how serious that might otherwise sound. While she and Newt have no problems at all telling each other how in love they are, how happy they are, there's something about being thankful for him -- even at Thanksgiving -- in a room full of people that's just a touch too serious for her. But she needs to say it. Because she is.
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"I don't know how to be anyone else," he tells her, flashing a wink before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "But between the two of us, I think I got the better end of the deal. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm super badass and shit, but come on. Nobody else in this place has Kate Gregson as their wife."
And he's not being facetious, Newt always feels proud to be out with Kate, to hold her hand and watch other people glance down at their wedding rings. He still feels like he had when they'd officially started dating, like he wants to shout from every rooftop in the city that he's the one she's chosen to spend her life with, he's the one who's living the dream. There's nothing more he could want than what he has in his life right now, yet Kate manages to make things better every goddamn day.
"I'm getting emotional, and it's your fault."
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"Look, I was feeling sorta mushy because there's this friend of Derek's who clearly likes him and I'm pretty sure Derek likes him, too, but they're like, both totally in denial and I was just thinking how glad I am you never bothered beating around the metaphorical love bush." She knows exactly how that sounds and she's standing by it without question.
"As far as I can tell, more time with you is better." On a logical level, she understands that it isn't like that for everyone, that there are insecurities at play and worries of lost friendship, but she's just never been that type. She'd almost always rather leap before bothering to look and it's lucky for her Newt has been the same way.
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There's pie in his hands now and if he were a little less civilized, he'd just pick it up and eat it because that's how goddamn good it smells. He loves this time of year, everything's dinner and desserts, and Newt isn't sure how anyone could claim there's anything better than that. Well, bonus love of his life and friends around him but come on, dinner and desserts.
"Uh, yeah, I'm not the subtle type," he says, though it comes out a little muffled through the bite of pie he's just taken. Glancing around the room, he tries to pick out who he thinks Derek would go for, though it's kind of hard to come to a conclusion when in his mind, Thomas is the obvious choice. Or maybe that's too obvious, who the hell knows? He and Derek aren't really the kind of friends who get super deep and get bro-motional or whatever so Newt has no clue who he's into right now. He is glad, though, that his friend is moving on. The guy deserves to be happy.
Frowning, he looks back at Kate, shrugging his shoulders. "I give up, I don't know who you're talking about. Tell me more, sensei. And if you've already told me before, don't even judge me, okay, I was probably busy trying to lure Jeff with the cat or something."
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She pauses to take a breath, then rushes on, "But you know Derek. Especially after all that stuff where Stiles was pretty crappy to him, he doesn't think he's like, worth it or whatever, which is such total bullshit, but have you ever known anyone as stubborn as him? No. I haven't. Not even me. I'm not even that stubborn. But anyway, so I was like, hey, maybe I'll try Eric and see what he thinks of Derek just to be sure and then he was the same, all 'oh Derek will never think of me that way' and blah blah blah and that's what got me to that whole being super grateful to you part of the evening."
She heaves a sigh, pauses to take a bite of her own pie, then says, "But they like each other. That should be enough, right? People deserve to be happy."
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In any case, Newt's pretty sure Derek is smart enough not to date an actual twelve-year-old, so he's not going to spend a whole lot of time worrying about it.
"So okay, they're into each other but they both have too much baggage to do anything about it? Understandable, I guess." He smiles fondly when Kate says people deserve to be happy, and she's obviously right, but it doesn't always work out that way for some people. They're lucky, they hadn't had to do a lot of waiting around to realize they were right for each other, but someone like Derek's who's been messed with one too many times is pretty much guaranteed to have a little more trouble when it comes to love.
"It should be enough," Newt agrees, "but you know what Derek's been through. After all the shit with Stiles, it's gotta be hard to put serious thought into dedicating yourself to someone like that again. Maybe they just need a little more time to let it simmer."
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"Ugh, simmering," she says, making a face at the very prospect. She sort of gets it, because before Newt she had been pretty content with the idea of never dating again since everyone she did date turned out to not be the right person for her or she did stupid shit like trying to sleep with Harley. But at the same time, she totally doesn't get it. They could both disappear tomorrow and she hates the idea that they might regret not having done something.
"I just don't get it," she says with another sigh. "Insisting that you're not good enough for someone. They should both know that anyone should be totally lucky to hook up with them. I swear to Christ, I would totally punch Stiles in the face if he was still here. Super hard." She had liked him, too, but whatever had gone down with Derek hadn't been good, obviously, and she hates that.
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Maybe they don't seem like the most clear-cut couple of all time, but he thinks that just makes them more awesome. They're not the most predictable people, but they're also not complete assholes. No, they're only assholes some of the time and even then, they don't seem to lose any friends over it. They're just being honest, after all.
"I'm totally on-board with the Stiles punching, though, just don't tell Thomas because awkward. Or maybe you already told him, which pretty much supports everything I've just said. Anyway, point is, Derek's one of those strong, silent types and this Eric guy seems like the shy, silent type. Just a whole bunch of silence, y'know? I mean, maybe I've got the guy pegged all wrong, you'd know better than I do. I just think that if someone wants to get themselves a committed Derek Hale, they're going to have to try a little harder than just talking to him about it. Grand gesture, that kind of thing."
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"So what you're saying is I'm going to have to meddle," she says, heaving a sigh, because she's pretty sure neither of them are going to do any kind of grand gesture without being pushed really hard in that direction. Gentle nudging clearly hasn't worked and Kate wonders if she can find some kind of truth telling serum and then lock them in a closet together. Anywhere else that sort of idea would be totally insane, but in Darrow, she thinks it might actually be possible.
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