idk if you're taking prompts right now and i'm really really sorry if you're not and i'm being a pain but i just had a massive surge of energy for Beacon Hills High security guard Derek Hale because who else would take that job
i read this as security guard for Erica’s art gallery where there is a ~vandal driving Derek cray. oops. kisses everyone’s face. bai.
"Damn," Boyd snaps his gum, circles behind where Derek’s crouched and clucks his tongue. "He got you good this time."
Derek sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose as he glares down at the glittery foot prints leading across the floor to one of their perhaps more… boring paintings. Or, at least, Derek with no eye for art, and no taste at all according to Erica, would call it boring. It’s just a canvas painted blue. He maintains it’s not exactly interesting. He can tell the little shit that’s been winding their security team up for a month thinks the same because glittery footprints. They’re making a mockery of the painting. This person, this insane gallery obsessed vandal has been making a mockery of Derek for too long.
Originally, he’d thought Boyd and Isaac were winding him up. When he’d revealed he wanted to move from security to the police force; he’d thought they were setting up tricks to test his detective skills.
A top hat on a bust of Shakespeare by the staircase leading to the first floor.
White chalk etched into the floor in the shape of a body beneath a painting of a small girl holding an axe.
A stuffed tiger toy sitting beside a landscape portrait of a jungle.
One morning, Derek came in to discover fake moustaches attached to each of the photographs of the gallery’s employees. Derek’s photograph had also been given additional eyebrow fuzz, and a gigantic pink heart around it. Erica declared the accessories an improvement. She’s kept all of the additions this individual’s been leaving after dark.