fic: more like ficlets: teen wolf + thor (2011)
how isaac moved in (a very short story)
teen wolf
pg | scott, mama mccall, issac + hales | 676
spoilers/warnings: post s2; derek hale, loser.
summary: melissa mccall does not trust peter "turned your son into a werewolf" hale and derek "one look" hale too look after an impressionable young boy. or melissa mccall, the coolest mom. scott, the best dude, and issac really doesn’t mind the new living situation.
n: jordan wanted a romcom sitch about isaac "let me love you, scott mccall" lahey is SUPER OKAY about getting adopted by scott and his mom. except it ended up in scott's pov. this was i wrote for her.
His mom raises her eyebrows at the house and says, “No. No way.”
Scott can’t be sure but Peter and Derek look a little ashamed. Peter’s eyes narrow on Derek like it’s all his fault that Scott’s mom seems unimpressed by the state of the house. Though, come to think of it, why did the Hales never rebuild, Scott wonders and almost misses his mother’s next words.
“Okay, Isaac. You’re coming with us,” his mom lays one hand on Isaac’s shoulder and turns him to the car. Isaac’s eyes widen at Scott. Scott shrugs, confused. He doesn't know.
“Mom?”
“Let’s go, Scott, Isaac.” She has that tone that tells Scott not to argue with her. Isaac looks between Scott, his mom, the two Hales, but says nothing. Dude clearly knows the Parental Tone.
It doesn’t seem that Derek does.
“Wait, where are you taking him?” he steps up to Scott’s mom, eyes narrowed. Scott doesn’t even notice how he moves almost in front of his mom until she touches his shoulder. Old habits. She pulls him back a little, smiling quickly, before she gets what Stiles likes to call the Mama McCall Stare and faces Derek.
Crossing her arm, she says, “I’m taking Isaac to my house to stay. He’s a minor and this,” she waves one hand to the house behind Derek, “is not a place anyone should live, let alone a young boy. Do you have a problem?”
Derek looks a little scared. Scott tries not snicker. His mom is so kick ass.
Derek goes to open his mouth.
Mom’s eyes narrow.
Derek swallows, eye flicking to Scott as if to say ‘what the hell am I supposed to do? Is she going to ground me?’. Scott shrugs; hell if he knows. Though it would be cool to see his mom ground Derek.
“No, that’s fine,” mumbles Derek, shifting his stance. Next to Derek, Peter rolls his eyes.
“Good, now, you two”, Melissa turns to Scott and Isaac again, “into the car.” She points to the car. Scott and Isaac get into the car. Scott slips into the front seat, Isaac into the seat behind him. He leans forward, between the seats, and they watch for a second as Melissa exchanges few more words with Derek and Peter. He hasn't heard - werewolf, remember? - his mom use half these words since his dad left. Watching Derek get all nervous around his mom is never going to get old. Next to Derek, Peter grins, saying something. His mom says something else walks away.
Issac’s voice is hushed as she approaches, “Did she just-”
Scott grins, “Yep.”
“Wow,” Isaac glances at Scott, awe in his voice. ”She’s pretty cool.”
“The coolest,” Scott says, nodding.
Isaac shifts behind him. Scott can hear him fiddling with the zipper of his hoodie-werewolf senses. “Um, are you okay with this? I mean-is it cool?”
Scott turns in his seat and smiles, “Yeah, of course, dude. Totally cool.”
Outside, his mom is at the car door. She gets in and straps herself in, looking over her shoulder at Isaac. “Hey, how about we pass by your house and get you some stuff. That’d be okay?”
Isaac nods slowly, sinking back into his seat. “Yeah. Uh, I mean, thank you. Yes.”
Mom smiles. She starts the car and winks at Scott. “I hope you two don’t mind sharing Scott’s room until we get the guest room cleared out. We’ll get you a key tomorrow.”
Scott shakes his head, “No problem. Cool, dude?”
In the rearview mirror Isaac grins, eyes shining. “Yeah, cool.”
Halfway home, Scott groans. “Oh no.” He feels Isaac’s stare on his neck.
Mom looks over at him, “Scott, sweetie?”
He turns his head against the seat and sighs, “Stiles is gonna be so mad you’re giving Isaac a key.” His mom laughs and behind him he hears Isaac’s low snicker-werewolf senses. For some reason Scott grins.M
ncis: asgard
thor (2011)
pg | jane, thor, sif, darcy (jane/thor ust) | 558
spoilers/warnings: none, au.
summary: early on, thor and jane would get teased about their mutual crushes.
n: here’s no point to this except me and emma and our au addiction. i sent this to her in an ask and it’s not a proper fic.
“You are senior agent, you know, you could have sent Fandral to the lab.” Sif says, licking the ketchup off her fingers.
Thor eyes her. “It was an important document.” He has a feeling he knows where this is going and would rather it not.
“Uh huh, but you’ve been going to the lab more often since they’ve replaced Dr. Selvig with Dr. Foster.”
“I hadn’t noticed.” Thor ignores the look in his best friend’s eye and takes a bite of his sandwich. Half of it falls apart, flimsy bread, and he curses. Sif laughs. He’s pretty sure she’s not laughing over the sandwich.
-
“Agent Odinson sure is looking at home here, isn’t he, Jane?”
Jane’s head snaps up and she winces as the top of it hits the edge of the table. The equipment on it rattles. She rubs the bump that’s forming. “What are you talking about? He was just dropping of a document.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Darcy’s eyebrows wiggle and Jane hates the flush she can feel rush to her cheeks.
Agent Odinson didn’t do anything but drop of the list of suspects he wanted her to run through, but he had smiled and helped her move the mass spectrometer to the other side of the room. (She was still getting a feel for the lab.) She might have also noticed how those white shirts he wears stretched over his arms as he did so.
“Darcy!”
“I thought so.” Darcy snickers and stars humming something that sounds suspiciously like a certain song about kissing and trees, picking up the fresh print outs.
“Stop it! Nothing is going on between me and Th-Agent Odinson. He’s just a nice guy.”
Darcy shrugs and hands her the papers that just printed. Jane eyes her assistant then focuses on the papers in her hand. Her eyes narrow as she reads. Her brows furrow.
“Jane?”
“You better call the team in.”
-
“Speak of the devil,” Sif says, picking up her phone. “Hey… Darcy?”
Thor tilts his head towards her. “What’s going on?”
Sif sends him a look that clearly says ‘can’t you see i’m on the phone’ and he rolls his eyes. When she hangs up a few seconds later with a, “we’ll be right there” he asks again.
“What’s going on?”
“Looks like your crush just cracked the case.” Together they push away from the table and make their way to the car; Sif’s already calling Fandral. Thor slides into the driver seat and turns the ignition, sending a glare Sif’s way.
“I don’t have a crush.”
She laughs as they speed away, “Definitely a crush. I’d even say smitten.”
“Sif.”
“Jane and Thor sitting in a tree…” Thor growls, and reaches out to smack her arm. Because he’s driving and she’s quicker than the devil he misses.
“You might want to stop blushing by the time we get to the lab.”
“I should have transferred you when I had the chance.”
teen wolf
pg | scott, mama mccall, issac + hales | 676
spoilers/warnings: post s2; derek hale, loser.
summary: melissa mccall does not trust peter "turned your son into a werewolf" hale and derek "one look" hale too look after an impressionable young boy. or melissa mccall, the coolest mom. scott, the best dude, and issac really doesn’t mind the new living situation.
n: jordan wanted a romcom sitch about isaac "let me love you, scott mccall" lahey is SUPER OKAY about getting adopted by scott and his mom. except it ended up in scott's pov. this was i wrote for her.
His mom raises her eyebrows at the house and says, “No. No way.”
Scott can’t be sure but Peter and Derek look a little ashamed. Peter’s eyes narrow on Derek like it’s all his fault that Scott’s mom seems unimpressed by the state of the house. Though, come to think of it, why did the Hales never rebuild, Scott wonders and almost misses his mother’s next words.
“Okay, Isaac. You’re coming with us,” his mom lays one hand on Isaac’s shoulder and turns him to the car. Isaac’s eyes widen at Scott. Scott shrugs, confused. He doesn't know.
“Mom?”
“Let’s go, Scott, Isaac.” She has that tone that tells Scott not to argue with her. Isaac looks between Scott, his mom, the two Hales, but says nothing. Dude clearly knows the Parental Tone.
It doesn’t seem that Derek does.
“Wait, where are you taking him?” he steps up to Scott’s mom, eyes narrowed. Scott doesn’t even notice how he moves almost in front of his mom until she touches his shoulder. Old habits. She pulls him back a little, smiling quickly, before she gets what Stiles likes to call the Mama McCall Stare and faces Derek.
Crossing her arm, she says, “I’m taking Isaac to my house to stay. He’s a minor and this,” she waves one hand to the house behind Derek, “is not a place anyone should live, let alone a young boy. Do you have a problem?”
Derek looks a little scared. Scott tries not snicker. His mom is so kick ass.
Derek goes to open his mouth.
Mom’s eyes narrow.
Derek swallows, eye flicking to Scott as if to say ‘what the hell am I supposed to do? Is she going to ground me?’. Scott shrugs; hell if he knows. Though it would be cool to see his mom ground Derek.
“No, that’s fine,” mumbles Derek, shifting his stance. Next to Derek, Peter rolls his eyes.
“Good, now, you two”, Melissa turns to Scott and Isaac again, “into the car.” She points to the car. Scott and Isaac get into the car. Scott slips into the front seat, Isaac into the seat behind him. He leans forward, between the seats, and they watch for a second as Melissa exchanges few more words with Derek and Peter. He hasn't heard - werewolf, remember? - his mom use half these words since his dad left. Watching Derek get all nervous around his mom is never going to get old. Next to Derek, Peter grins, saying something. His mom says something else walks away.
Issac’s voice is hushed as she approaches, “Did she just-”
Scott grins, “Yep.”
“Wow,” Isaac glances at Scott, awe in his voice. ”She’s pretty cool.”
“The coolest,” Scott says, nodding.
Isaac shifts behind him. Scott can hear him fiddling with the zipper of his hoodie-werewolf senses. “Um, are you okay with this? I mean-is it cool?”
Scott turns in his seat and smiles, “Yeah, of course, dude. Totally cool.”
Outside, his mom is at the car door. She gets in and straps herself in, looking over her shoulder at Isaac. “Hey, how about we pass by your house and get you some stuff. That’d be okay?”
Isaac nods slowly, sinking back into his seat. “Yeah. Uh, I mean, thank you. Yes.”
Mom smiles. She starts the car and winks at Scott. “I hope you two don’t mind sharing Scott’s room until we get the guest room cleared out. We’ll get you a key tomorrow.”
Scott shakes his head, “No problem. Cool, dude?”
In the rearview mirror Isaac grins, eyes shining. “Yeah, cool.”
Halfway home, Scott groans. “Oh no.” He feels Isaac’s stare on his neck.
Mom looks over at him, “Scott, sweetie?”
He turns his head against the seat and sighs, “Stiles is gonna be so mad you’re giving Isaac a key.” His mom laughs and behind him he hears Isaac’s low snicker-werewolf senses. For some reason Scott grins.M
ncis: asgard
thor (2011)
pg | jane, thor, sif, darcy (jane/thor ust) | 558
spoilers/warnings: none, au.
summary: early on, thor and jane would get teased about their mutual crushes.
n: here’s no point to this except me and emma and our au addiction. i sent this to her in an ask and it’s not a proper fic.
“You are senior agent, you know, you could have sent Fandral to the lab.” Sif says, licking the ketchup off her fingers.
Thor eyes her. “It was an important document.” He has a feeling he knows where this is going and would rather it not.
“Uh huh, but you’ve been going to the lab more often since they’ve replaced Dr. Selvig with Dr. Foster.”
“I hadn’t noticed.” Thor ignores the look in his best friend’s eye and takes a bite of his sandwich. Half of it falls apart, flimsy bread, and he curses. Sif laughs. He’s pretty sure she’s not laughing over the sandwich.
-
“Agent Odinson sure is looking at home here, isn’t he, Jane?”
Jane’s head snaps up and she winces as the top of it hits the edge of the table. The equipment on it rattles. She rubs the bump that’s forming. “What are you talking about? He was just dropping of a document.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Darcy’s eyebrows wiggle and Jane hates the flush she can feel rush to her cheeks.
Agent Odinson didn’t do anything but drop of the list of suspects he wanted her to run through, but he had smiled and helped her move the mass spectrometer to the other side of the room. (She was still getting a feel for the lab.) She might have also noticed how those white shirts he wears stretched over his arms as he did so.
“Darcy!”
“I thought so.” Darcy snickers and stars humming something that sounds suspiciously like a certain song about kissing and trees, picking up the fresh print outs.
“Stop it! Nothing is going on between me and Th-Agent Odinson. He’s just a nice guy.”
Darcy shrugs and hands her the papers that just printed. Jane eyes her assistant then focuses on the papers in her hand. Her eyes narrow as she reads. Her brows furrow.
“Jane?”
“You better call the team in.”
-
“Speak of the devil,” Sif says, picking up her phone. “Hey… Darcy?”
Thor tilts his head towards her. “What’s going on?”
Sif sends him a look that clearly says ‘can’t you see i’m on the phone’ and he rolls his eyes. When she hangs up a few seconds later with a, “we’ll be right there” he asks again.
“What’s going on?”
“Looks like your crush just cracked the case.” Together they push away from the table and make their way to the car; Sif’s already calling Fandral. Thor slides into the driver seat and turns the ignition, sending a glare Sif’s way.
“I don’t have a crush.”
She laughs as they speed away, “Definitely a crush. I’d even say smitten.”
“Sif.”
“Jane and Thor sitting in a tree…” Thor growls, and reaches out to smack her arm. Because he’s driving and she’s quicker than the devil he misses.
“You might want to stop blushing by the time we get to the lab.”
“I should have transferred you when I had the chance.”