Okay, I felt bad that I didn’t write anything last time so here I am with a celebratory/making-up-for-last-time fic!
“Who’s up for pizza?” Scott calls from the kitchen as he shuffles through Derek’s drawer of take-out menus. The response is a resounding groan as the pack files in through the front door.
“We’ve had pizza for the past three days,” Isaac whines as Lydia drags him to the dining room table where she has notebooks and textbooks spread. Isaac had asked for the tutoring when his Pre-Calculus grade had been threatening his position on the lacrosse team.
“Every pizza place in town recognizes us by now,” Erica adds, dropping her soccer cleats by the door as Boyd follows behind her with both their backpacks.
“Pizza Hut, Poppa John’s and Pizza Man Dan’s all know me by name now, and that isn’t something I’m proud of, buddy,” Stiles agrees, walking in with Jackson in tow. They prop their lacrosse gear next to the hall closet earning them a good dose of Derek Hale Sarcasm™.
“It must be so hard to actually put the stuff in the closet and use the hooks I bought specifically for this purpose,” Derek sighs as he closes the door behind them all, “I didn’t build it took pretty.”
“Well, I painted it to look pretty and I’ve got to say it looks great,” Stiles grins from where he’s flopped down on the couch, smiling wider as he watches his alpha roll his eyes. Before Derek can retort back Scott enters the living room with a handful of menus.
“There looks like there’s a few Thai places open.” Another pack wide groan of disapproval. Clearly they exhausted their love of Thai food as well.
“I heard there’s a new Hawaiian place on 5th,” Erica suggests from where she and Boyd sit on the opposite end of the couch from Stiles.
“No, Danny says it’s a horrible insult to the culture,” Lydia pipes up helpfully, “And I quote ‘cultural appropriation at its worst’.”
“Danny’s coming over?” Isaac asks, shooting for casual and missing by a mile.
“Yeah,” Scott smiles knowingly at the rest of the pack with his back to Isaac, “He’s just picking up Allison from her MMA class.”
“How about Chinese? I hear Chester’s is good,” Boyd offers. The pack makes various noises of agreement but Stiles stiffens up.
“No.” He realizes too late that he sounds almost panicked and quickly attempts to cover it up, “I don’t like Chinese.” The amendment is easily accepted and the pack moves on in their discussion so Stiles lets out a little breath of relief. That is until he spots Derek looking at him in concern. He just knows the alpha heard the (with lots of practice) near imperceptible uptick in his heart beat but the rest of the night seems to go off without a hitch so Stiles lets it go.The pack orders from a delivery pasta place and watches The Return of the King before slowly filing out and to their own homes. Stiles ends up the last to leave as per usual, helping Derek clear away trash and put away dishes.
“I still have a hard time eating eggrolls because they were Laura’s favorite.” Stiles freezes where he’s bent over from having put a dish in the dishwasher. “And my mom really liked pickles. My dad only ever ate peanut butter and honey sandwiches because he said jelly wasn’t sweet enough so that’s hard for me too eat too and -”
“I just, I know that it’s hard to have things that you strongly connect to someone you lose so -”
“Are you trying to comfort me?” Stiles turns to fully face Derek, turning to look where’s he’s standing, ringing the cleaning rag he was just using between his hands.
“You lied about not liking Chinese food,” Derek says with a shrug.
“And you thought …” Stiles prompts when it’s obvious Derek won’t continue on his own. The werewolf sighs, looking put upon, but Stiles sees right through that act and to the discomfort underneath. He feels a little bad for putting Derek on the spot like this but he’s too curious to let his compassion for a fellow awkward soul to win out.
“I just thought, maybe you didn’t want Chinese because it was too personal,” Derek says, voice practically a mumble but Stiles hears him perfectly, caught on every word. And, damn, do those words make his heart just melt.
If there was ever a moment Chowder felt that he was born for, this was it. This, right here, in his moment of utmost glory, is what he was put on this earth for. He’s even got the evil laugh to go with it. Everyone’s gotta have an evil laugh, okay? Everyone was staring at him like he’d gone mad with power, which, was not entirely inaccurate.
You see, it all started with almost-Christmas. According to Holster, Christmas means Chinese food (gotta love that Holster logic), so almost-Christmas means SMH family dinner at the Chinese restaurant off campus. Bitty, as if anyone expected anything less, whipped up some pie to bring for dessert, and this is important. This is Chekov’s pie, right here. Are you paying attention?
So there they were on their merry way, ordering up some fancy family style dishes to share. Walnut shrimp, kung pao beef, sweet and sour pork, stir fry vegetables, crispy tofu, mapo tofu, Lardo ordered a steamed fish, the eating of which is another story for another time, and winter melon soup. It was going to be a swasome dinner. And then Bitty did The Thing, he did That.
Oh, man. I’m usually the one who feels hungry. I know that I’m most likely out of the country for the moment, but I did my very best to take care of you anyways. Enjoy your various gift cards and know that I like you very much. I also wrote down a bunch of restaurants and fast food places in your general area. Hopefully, you find my suggestions helpful in this time of great need.
Applebee’s: Right in your neighborhood! How convenient.
Panda Express: Apparently, it’s one of your favorites! Order your honey walnut shrimp on me.
Taco Bell: I’ve listened to you talk about your love for this chain for years. It’s only fair for you to consider it at least a little bit.
Texas Roadhouse: Man, I never get good service when I dine here but hey, at least the waiters are cute. It’s relatively close to your house and I know a guy who could get your thirty percent off. I don’t really want to talk to him to ask though. *he works there*
Jimmy John’s: Highly underrated. Plus, they bring food right to you, just like me!
Raising Cane’s: Always a good idea! They’re open really late and their tea is almost as sweet as I am.
Lo-Lo’s Chicken and Waffles: You and Cody have breakfast here all the time, so I can only assume they have amazing food.
Chili’s: Our holy grail of double date locations. I feel like we end up here more than we intend to.
IHOP: The perfect place for us to have a breakfast date since we split everything! I love us.
Cheba Hut: Let me take you here for lunch sometime! You’ll love it. I promise.
Panera: Oh, boy. I heard the location in Chandler has the most adorable salad maker, not that you eat those. I just found it extremely relevant. *I work there*
Spinelli’s: You absolutely loved this place! I’ll take you back sometime when I’m back in the country.
Well, I hope you enjoyed my somewhat serious dining suggestions. I know chocolate isn’t necessarily your favorite either but I thought it would be a quick solution to your hunger. Plus, it looks cute and sweet, just like me. Anywho, I’m missing you while I’m away indulging in Belgian waffles, chocolate, and beer.
I’m not sure I get where the line is between cultural appropriation and cultural appreciation. Here in America, we get a lot of stuff from the East. We watch their anime, we play their video games, we have at least 4 sushi restaurants here in my city. Food in general we’ll try from all over, like pizza and pasta from Italy and tacos and burritos from Mexico. America, at least when I was a kid, was always portrayed as a melting pot of multiple cultures. Everyone was allowed to bring what they were to the table. Not so much the case now but that’s a different topic. My question, for anyone who can answer it without going on about “disgusting white people”, is this; what is the difference between my family of white people going to Asian Star and grabbing a caterpillar roll and walnut shrimp, and wearing that silk fabric in your hair at night? Is it a respect thing? Are some things just less ok than others for anyone to do? Is it a load of Tumblr BS? Please inform me.
I would like to thank and bid 2016goodbye before I move on to 2017.
2016 was a blur. I honestly do not
know where ¾ of 2016 went. It felt like I blinked then it was already fall and the year was already wrapping up. 2016 has been a very
hectic year but a good year. I lived and breathed work in 2016. However, I have
no regrets as my job brings me a great sense of meaning and satisfaction. I am most likely going to be as busy in my
career in 2017 but I am excited to meet every challenge.