#sterekhalloween2

[annoyinglycute]

Happy belated Halloween Don't be such a sour pumpkin!

[nightlight9]

Sterek Week Day Eight: Halloween

This is Halloween! this is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

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Stiles has always loved Halloween. It had everything that he lived for: 1) candy 2) costumes 3) scary movies and 4) free candy. Then Scott got all hairy, Beacon Hills turned into Sunnydale, and every day was a terrible scary movie. With everything that has happened, Stiles should hate Halloween. He should detest the glorification of monsters or should concern himself with the truth that Halloween is the day when the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest.

But if anything, all the hell in his life has made Stiles look forward to Halloween all the more. Call him crazy, but after everything it’s nice to pretend that monsters don’t actually have real power, that they’re nothing more than plastic masks and makeup. Plus, everything has been quiet for years and the pack deserved to have some fun.

Lydia obviously agrees with him, because she planned the biggest Halloween party and made sure that everyone in the pack promised to be there. Erica and Boyd show up early to help Lydia and Stiles decorate. They look great as an Athenian goddess and warrior pair. Isaac follows closely behind them, dressed in a suit with his hair slicked back, a traditional James Bond. Scott and Kira show up as Tarzan and Jane, and Allison comes in a stempunk outfit with tall boots and a gun made of gears.

When Lydia and Stiles go up and get themselves ready, everything at the party is laid out with a precise black and silver design that manages to look classic and spooky all at once. Her Alice in Wonderland costume has the same stempunk design as Allison’s costume. Stiles is Peter Pan (he vetoed the Little Red Riding Hood costume Lydia had suggested, and hey they needed some more childlike innocence in their life).

“You look good,” Lydia tells him, noticing that his hands are clenching and unclenching with nerves. “He’s not going to be able to look away from your legs in those tights. Trust me.”

Stiles snorts and some of his nerves disperse. “I hope so. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have a ten-year plan for wooing him, but it would be so much easier if he gave some indication that he feels the same.”

She bumps her arm against his then goes back to finishing her makeup. “Stiles, you’re thinking too hard about it. You don’t need a ten-year plan. With me, you never stood a chance; we’re better as friends, and you never really liked me anyway. You didn’t even really know me. But you know Derek. You guys hangout all the time; you go out for breakfast at least once a week without fail, and he eats dinner with you and your father every Thursday. Trust me, he feels the same. I’ve watched him stare at you with longing too many times not to know. You’re the only one blind enough to miss it.”

He spits his tongue out at her. She just rolls her eyes. “Now, we’re going to go downstairs, and you’re going to get your man. Don’t back out of telling him how you feel.” She finishes putting her lipstick on then turns to him. “Otherwise, I will cover this house in mistletoe for the holidays, and you’ll conveniently be trapped somewhere with him until I’m convinced that you guys are together.” Her eyes narrow. “And I’ll let Erica watch.”

Stiles throws his hands in the air. “Yes, fine! I definitely don’t need her watching to make sure that we kiss. She would make lude comments the whole time.”

Lydia laughs and tosses her hair over one shoulder. “You know it. Now, take me downstairs.”

He kisses her cheek, careful not to smear her makeup, so glad that they’re such good friends. He takes her arm and leads her downstairs where the party is already in full swing (only Lydia could pull off being fashionably late to her own party). He goes and joins Scott and Kira, waiting for the guys he’s been crazy about for over a year to show up.

But he never does. It’s almost nine o’clock when Stiles decides that Derek isn’t going to make an appearance like he promised. Instead of getting sad and sulking with a bottle in the kitchen (which is something he considers briefly), Stiles decides that if Derek won’t show up then he’ll bring the party to him. Snagging a bottle of wine laced with wolfsbane (one that he knows Derek likes) and a normal one for himself, he tells his friends goodbye and heads out to catch himself a werewolf.

The streets around Derek’s house are still crowded with kids and families. Stiles waves at the neighbors he recognizes as he pulls into Derek’s driveway, and let himself into the house. “Derek?”

The werewolf appears from the kitchen with a warm smile. He’s wearing a Superman suit and cape, and all Stiles can do is stare at him. “Sorry I didn’t show up at Lydia’s party,” he says in greeting, even though he’s still smiling. “I was getting ready to head over with the first round of kids showed up, and well-. I got caught up handing out candy, and then it got later and well-. Here I am.”

Stiles nods. “Well, uh. Do you mind if I join you? The party was great and all, but it was really loud, and people were already getting drunk. So…”

Derek smiles wider. “Of course you can stay here, Stiles. You can help with candy duty.”

There’s something very domestic about helping Derek hand out candy in the house that Stiles’ helped him pick out. Because of the time, most of the big crowds already went home, but there are still plenty of trick-or-treaters to keep them busy. One little girl sees Derek and breaks into tears, because Superman is her favorite and she never thought she would get to meet him. And Derek bends down on one knee, shakes her hand, and listens to her closely. Stiles watches him with a soft expression, feeling so much love it’s almost overwhelming. When the little girl finally leaves (with way more candy then the other kids got, Derek you softie), the werewolf turns to smile at Stiles. “What?”

“You’re kind of amazing,” Stiles whispers in response. Derek blushes and Stiles steps closer to him. “It’s true you know. And I had a plan; okay, really I had a few plans, and one of them spanned over ten years, but maybe this is easier.” Derek looks confused until Stiles pulls his face down so that he can press their lips together softly. With a groan, Derek pulls Stiles close enough that their bodies are pressed together, and the kiss becomes something hungrier, more desperate.

Delighted laughter breaks them apart. Ms. Rynolds from down the street is standing at the door with her twins, watching them with bright eyes. “I knew that you two were together. I can’t wait to tell the book club; Rachel owes me ten dollars.”

It’s so absurd, so random, that Stiles can’t help his laughter. He passes some candy to the kids (around Derek, who is hiding his red face in his hands) and bids them goodbye, before shutting the door. “I think that’s enough for tonight, don’t you think?”

“She was standing there the whole time, and I was going to-. Oh my god, I am going to have to move.”

“Der,” he pulls his hands away from his face. “You do not need to move just because you’re embarrassed. I’m not. She was obviously happy about it, and some bet was going on in the book club apparently, which-. How did you not know about that? You go to all of the meetings.”

Derek groans again. His cheeks are still red. “Now, here’s what we’re going to do. I brought us both some wine. You’re going to pick a movie while I order food, and we’re going to eat and drink and make out on the couch, and then tomorrow we’re going to go out to breakfast like normal and you’re going to hold my hand and I’ll make innuendos all morning that you’ll pretend to hate but it will actually amuse you.”

“You’re shameless,” Derek mutters. “Why do I like you so much.”

Stiles coos, kissing him softly. “I like you too, you dork. So, does that plan work?”

Derek’s response is to hold him closer, kiss him deeper. Stile takes that as a yes. When they part, breathing heavy, Stiles says, “I love Halloween,” and then he kisses him again.

[dragon-temeraire]

Howl-o-wolverine

Summary: Derek dresses up as one of Stiles’ favorite superheroes to impress him.

Notes: I said I wasn’t going to write a Halloween fic, but then I did it anyway, so have this silly little high school AU fic. Written for Sterek Week 2016: Halloween. (On AO3)

Stiles is just attaching the second rubber, pointed tip to his ear when the doorbell rings. He glances at the time, bewildered, because it’s way too early for it to be kids already. Trick or treating doesn’t start until seven.

He hurries down the stairs, carefully smoothing out his blue science officer shirt and patting down his still-drying hair. He yanks open the front door and almost swallows his tongue.

Because Derek Hale is standing on his porch, wearing Wolverine’s classic yellow and black costume. It’s extremely form-fitted, and Stiles would pretty much guarantee that none of it is padding.

He lets his eyes trace along Derek’s exposed, muscular arms, then down Derek’s abs, which he can actually see the outline of through the thin material, and then to his thick, beautiful thighs, which lead up to—

Stiles jerks his gaze away, back up to Derek’s face. He’s not wearing Wolverine’s mask, thankfully, so Stiles is treated to all his stubbled glory. And the fact that Derek has fluffed his hair up into Logan’s two distinctive little spikes, and actually makes it look attractive.

“Hi, Stiles,” Derek says with a smile, and Stiles feels a thrill run through him when sees that Derek has his fangs out for the occasion. And now that he’s looking upward, he can see that Derek has the front of the costume partially unzipped, and Stiles can just see a hint of his chest hair, oh god.

All the blood in his body feels like it’s flowing to his dick, and he is suddenly, incredibly grateful that members of Starfleet don’t tuck their shirts in.

“Oh my god,” he says when he finally manages to pull himself somewhat together. “Oh my god, how did you know?”

Derek loses his confident smirk, starts to look uncertain. “How did I know what?”

“That I figured out I was bi when I was younger because I got a big ol’ crush on Wolverine?” Stiles says in a rush, his voice just a little too high pitched.

“Uh, I didn’t?” Derek says, looking taken aback. “I just asked Scott what I should be for Halloween, and suggested this. Said it would, uh, impress you?”

“Oh god, you got played,” Stiles says, running a hand over his face. Thankfully he hasn’t put his Vulcan eyeshadow on yet. “I’m so sorry, I’ll try not to drool over you all night. Not more so than usual, anyway. Man, there’s gonna be no way I can be a cool and collected, non-emotional Spock at the party now,” he huffs.

“So you like the costume, then?” Derek asks, smirking.

“Like you don’t know,” Stiles says, willing to play along because Derek doesn’t seem to mind his obvious thirsting. “Honestly, you are way too hot to be Wolverine, but it is definitely working for me.” Please god, can I suck your dick while you’re wearing it, he just manages to keep his traitorous mouth from saying.

Halloween has always been the night to dress in sexy costumes and flirt with your friends, but Stiles knows where the line is. Mostly.

“Damn, I gotta figure out a different costume,” he says, letting his fingers brush against his pointed ear tips.

“You could keep the ears,” Derek says, eyeing them interestedly and licking his lips. And that’s right, werewolves have pointed ears when they shift. “Just be an elf instead.”

“Um, yeah. Good idea,” Stiles says, feeling his cheeks heat at the way Derek is looking at him. He clears his throat. “And not that I don’t appreciate you coming here and letting me admire you without the public embarrassment, but why are you here?”

“I came to invite you to the party,” Derek says, ducking his head.

Stiles blinks at him for a moment, confused. “Dude, it’s Scott’s party. I’m already invited.”

“I know,” Derek says, looking back up at him and scuffling his feet nervously. “I meant I wanted to invite you as my date.”

“Oh! I, uh, really?” Stiles says, his brain running in overdrive. “My blatant lusting hasn’t scared you off?”

“Well, it was kind of the goal,” Derek says, scratching the back of his neck. “I actually asked Scott what costume I should wear to get your attention. He said, and I quote, ‘You need to quit this pining shit and do something about it. Also, a really tight Wolverine costume should do the trick.’ He also said I shouldn’t wear the mask, because you, uh, really like my eyebrows?”

Stiles stares, his mouth hanging open. “I like your whole face,” he finds himself saying. “I like your whole everything, actually. Like, I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year, you didn’t really have to do anything special to get me to notice you.”

Now it’s Derek’s turn to look surprised. “But you never did anything. Like, at all. I didn’t think you were interested.”

“I figured you already knew, because of your werewolf senses,” he says. “I liked being your friend, but I always figured it was kind of weird for you, considering.”

“You always smelled like arousal and attraction,” Derek says, shaking his head. “There was no way to differentiate who it was for. I was hopeful, though. I thought you might ask me out.”

“I didn’t think there was a chance,” Stiles says, shrugging. “I’m just an awkward nerd who’s obsessed with comic book characters and jerks off too much.”

That startles a laugh out of Derek. “I’ve always liked how candid you are,” he says fondly. “So, how about it? Want to be my date tonight?”

“Hmm, that could be my costume,” Stiles says thoughtfully. “I could go as Derek’s Boyfriend.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Scott would make fun of you for a thousand years. You can be a hot elf, and my boyfriend.”

“I like the way you think,” Stiles says, sliding into Derek’s arms and giving him a light, quick kiss on the lips. Derek’s surprised face is totally worth it. “This is the best Halloween ever. Now I gotta hurry and go change, or we’re gonna be late.”

 *

 Stiles puts on a long sleeve green shirt, and then borrows a bow and quiver from Allison, to complete his generic elf costume. He doesn’t care too much about how he looks, because he spends most of the party beside Derek, and he doesn’t really pay attention to anyone else.

Scott makes sure to come by and look smug before congratulating them both.

Stiles has a hard time keeping his hands off Derek, who seems to get hotter every time he looks. But Derek seems have the same inability to keep his hands off of him, so it’s all good.

And if they end up sneaking out early and making out in the back of Derek’s car, well, that’s no one’s business but their own.

[rozanovsilyas]

sterek week (2016 edition) ▷ day 8: halloween  → bring back the dead

Halloween also known as All Hallow’s Eve is widely known for its trick-or-treating and pumpkin carving. However, there’s a darker, more powerful meaning to this day. Marking the last day of harvest, Halloween is the day of the year where the line that separates the world of the living and the world of the dead is at its thinnest. For centuries, druids have taken advantage of this situation to communicate with their dead loved ones or summon unearthly energies to perform their spells. And the bravest dare to resurrect them. After Stiles finds a spell that could potential change their lives forever, he contacts Derek - who returns to Beacon Hills to help him in every step of the way. Together, with the help of their friends, they bring back to life the innocent causalities of a war they never chose - Erica, Boyd and Allison.

[littleartbot]

{Sterek Week 2016: Monday October 31st- Halloween}

Derek recycles Stiles’ spider-man costume from 2012 and they go as spideypool ;3

This looks terrible but ah well last day of Sterek Week. Happy Halloween guys, I hope you all have a safe night of fun.

[sebastianevans]

Too Spooky For You?

For Sterek Week day 7: Halloween. Inspired by this propmt:

Which one of your OTP puts on a scary mask, turns off the lights, and hides behind the door on Halloween to scare the other and which one already knows about the prank and so they deliberately pass the door without glancing at it so the other one follows them around the house, finding more and more obvious hiding places until they are standing in the living room in plain sight while the first person continues to find ways not to see them?

1,105 words. 

Stiles was poised and ready. He did the spell that allowed him to conceal his heartbeat and scent so all he had to do was wait. He thighs started to burn but he ignored it. Soon his target would come into the room and all hell would break loose. Stile shifted slightly when the door steadily creeped open, and the lights flicked on. Stiles moved stealthily, and stood in the doorway, barely illuminated by the light coming from the foyer. He stood perfectly still and waited for a scream. But it never came. Instead his fiancé, Derek, just passed right by the doorway Stiles was standing in without so much as a second glance. Stiles rolled his eyes, and threw his arms up, exasperated.

Stiles didn’t give up easily, he was going to get a reaction. He padded behind Derek, and followed him into the bedroom. Derek had his back to him when he took his shirt off, and threw it behind him. Stiles waited for Derek to turn around but, of course, Derek was never one for simplicity so, Stiles watched as Derek dropped his pants before retreating into the bathroom. Stiles sighed softly and walked over to the side of the bathroom door, and stood with his back against the wall. He listened to Derek as he washed his hands and the knob turned.

Stiles heart thudded in excitement, this was it, he thought as Derek opened up the door. Right as Derek emerged, he turned his opposite of Stiles and grabbed his phone from his pants before exiting the room. Stiles face pinched in annoyance as he followed his fiancé to the kitchen. He stood behind him while he did everything. There was no way Derek couldn’t see him right?

The spell had worked when he tested it on Scott earlier so he knew that it couldn’t have gone wrong somehow and made him completely invisible. Maybe Derek was just getting old and couldn’t hear as well? Stiles thought, blaming it on his aging fiancé.

Stiles stood behind Derek while he ate dinner, and washed the dishes. Afterwards, he put a lampshade over his head and stood by the couch, and waited for Derek to come in and watch T.V as he usually did before bed. Stiles gritted his teeth in annoyance as the room eventually went silent and dark. Derek still didn’t fucking see him. Stiles snatched the lampshade off his head and walked into the bathroom, hiding behind the semi-transparent shower curtain. There was no way Derek could miss him, and yet he did. Derek didn’t look into the mirror once while getting ready for bed. He didn’t see the blurred figure standing in the shower like some horror movie cliché.

Stiles waited until Derek went into their walk-in closet to get his pajamas on before heading to their bedroom. Stiles climbed under the covers, and adjusted his mask before laying perfectly still. He listened to the sound of the closet door closing, and the bathroom light being turned off. There was no way Derek could miss him. Not when he was literally a lump under the covers. Derek peeled the covers back and climbed into bed with his back facing Stiles.

What the fuck, Stiles thought as he eased out of bed. He padded around to Derek’s side and leaned down letting his breath fan across the older man’s face. Derek, still with his eyes closed, ran a hand down his face before rolling over.

“Seriously?” Stiles shouted throwing the mask on to the floor as Derek rolled over to look him.

“Oh, Stiles,” Derek greeted tiredly, “Where have you been?” he asked seriously.

“Are you shitting me?” Stiles exclaimed, “I’ve been here the whole damn time trying to scare you! I’ve been following you around for three hours. I put a lampshade on my head,” Stiles seethed.

Derek’s brows furrowed in confusion and if he wasn’t so adorable Stiles would punch him.

“I have walked around with this stupid ass mask on my face for nothing?” Stiles asked flailing the mask around in his hand. “You didn’t see anything?” he asked disappointedly.

Derek, who looked adorably guilty, shook his head. Stiles threw his arms in the air and groaned. He threw the mask on the dresser and began to walk away. Stiles paused when he heard Derek’s laugh bubble up from behind him.

“Of course I saw you, baby,” Derek breathed in between laughs, “I heard your heartbeat when I came inside, and to be honest I wanted to see how long you could keep it up,” he said, smiling, once he caught his breath.  

“You ass,” Stiles grumbled, trying not to smile.

Derek rolled out of bed and stood in front of Stiles, “The lamp thing was funny, though. I almost started laughing when I saw you with hideous lampshade on,” Derek smiled, wrapping his arms around Stiles.

Stiles pouted, and looked at Derek through his lashes, “That wasn’t nice, Der,”

Derek rolled his eyes fondly before playing along, “And what can I do to make it up to you, Spooky?” Derek asked fighting a laugh.

Stiles grumbled and wiggled out of the grinning man’s arms.

“You think you’re funny, but you’re not,” Stiles said blandly before getting into his pajamas and climbing into bed.

“Stiles, I’m sorry. It was funny and you’re just so adorable,” Derek said, smiling softly, as he climbed over Stiles, holding himself above him.

“Shut up,” Stiles grumbled, trying not to look into Derek’s glistening eyes.

“Now, tell the big bad wolf what he can do to make this better,” Derek asked, his eyes flashing red as he looked into Stiles’ eyes heatedly.

Stiles slid his hand under Derek’s shirt, and bit his lip, fluttering his lashes. He leaned up and nipped Derek’s bottom lip playfully, before pulling away with a smirk. Stiles ran his hands across Derek’s shoulders as he looked deeply into his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he whispered seductively before pushing Derek off him and onto his own side of the bed. 

Derek made a sound of protest as Stiles rolled over, and closed his eyes.

“Happy Halloween, Der,” Stiles whispered after he settled.

“Happy Halloween, Stiles,” Derek whispered back fondly as he pressed himself against Stiles’ back, and securely wrapped his arms around him.

Stiles smiled to himself when as he intertwined their fingers. The spell may have worn off and he may not have gotten the reaction that he wanted from Derek, but he had Derek, and that’s all that mattered, he thought, sighing contentedly, nestling further into Derek’s warm arms before allowing sleep to wash over him.

[ritarmandi]

So, this is my last entry to SterekWeek 2016. :) Thank you all guys the support!!! It was not easy to enter to the light, even if I’m the part of this fandom for years. Specially thanks to @pale-silver-comb , @scruffysterek , @sterektrashbag and @ryvetted4 : I’m not big fan of these kind of “open” tags, but I felt I’d like to say special thanks to you, because your acceptance and kindness meant me a lot.

Finally: It’s a gift to my best friend, who is the alpha of my emissary. :) Here it is, @nosetothewind94 . Little bit yellow, little bit bad, but it’s ours.

[thedaughterofkings]

to kiss or not to kiss

The prompt for the last day of Sterekweek is obviously Halloween,  so have 1.4k of Halloween fluff with preschool trick or treaters!

Halloween sort of loses its appeal once you know what really goes bump in the night.

Stiles used to love it - the one day of the year to be a society approved nerd, to dress up and geek out. They used to go all out; his mum knew how to sew and made all of their costumes, no flimsy store bought stuff for the Stilinskis, no sir. Stiles’ superman cape actually kept him warm, didn’t rip when Scott accidentally stepped on it, and also did the cool swishy thing.

Since his mum died, Stiles’ costumes have mostly been store bought, but he still loved Halloween. And even with the werewolf epiphany it was still fun - at least at first. Stiles thoroughly enjoyed dressing up as Little Red Riding Hood for Lydia’s first post-werewolf Halloween party. The best thing was Derek’s eyes almost falling out of his head, he was rolling them so hard. He came in his regular henley and jeans combo and claimed he was a vampire who couldn’t see himself in the mirror and thus couldn’t dress up, so Stiles definitely came out on top of that one.

But this year he just isn’t feeling it.

It’s been too many months of terror and death to enjoy a night of fake terror and death. And he doesn’t want to face happy little werewolves and vampires who’ll make him feel like the the grouchiest grouch of Halloween. So he hides in the one Halloween safe place he can think of: Derek’s loft. No kid is ever going to go trick or treating at Derek’s loft.

Derek opens the door before Stiles has got his key out. Derek looks almost excited, but his face quickly falls when he sees that it’s Stiles, which Stiles in turn finds quite rude.

“Oh, it’s you,” Derek says and steps aside to let Stiles in. “I would have thought you’d be celebrating Halloween somewhere.”

“It’s great to see you, too,” Stiles gripes and shoves past Derek. He’s just about to launch into a rant about the superficiality of Halloween and how it’s all just a ploy by the costume industry and pumpkin farmers, when his gaze falls on Derek’s still pretty new side board - part of Lydia’s plot to improve Derek’s living situation. On said sideboard sits a huge, and Stiles does mean HUGE bowl filled to the brim with all kinds of candy, most of it seasonally themed. Suddenly Derek’s disappointment that it was Stiles at his door makes sense. He was actually hoping for some trick and treaters. What was his reasoning for coming here again?

No kid is ever going to go trick or treating at Derek’s loft.

Where it was reassuring before, the sentence now just makes him sad.

“So what are doing here, Stiles?” Derek’s voice draws him out of his thoughts. He’s looking at Stiles with an eyebrow raised in question, probably because Stiles has been silent for too long.

Stiles throws one more look at the sad, undiminished bowl of candy, and makes a decision.

“I came to kidnap you and your candy,” he proclaims dramatically, adding: “I need help with the trick and treaters; we always get tons.”

That at least is the truth; all the little delinquents of Beacon Hills seem to delight in threatening the Sheriff with tricks if he doesn’t give them treats.

Derek looks almost painfully hopeful.

“You don’t think I’d scare them away?” he asks and Stiles busies himself with pouring the candy into a bag that he found in Derek’s kitchen so that he doesn’t grab Derek in a bear hug.

“That’s the whole point of today, dude,” he replies, trying to sound flippant and not like he wants to cover Derek with all the softest blankets and sing him a lullaby. “I might even let you flash your eyes and fangs at some of the more obnoxious ones. If the Gallagher boy dares show his face, you’ll even get to growl.”

He shoves the bag of candy into Derek’s arms and grabs the bowl, because he definitely doesn’t have a bowl that’s big enough for Derek’s hoard. Then he nudges Derek until he starts walking out of the loft. If they want to catch the first wave of trick and treaters, they have to leave now. And the first wave is always the preschoolers, so they definitely don’t want to miss those.

Derek is silent during the ride to Stiles’ house, clutching his bag of candy to his chest. He looks like a kid after a very successful round of trick or treating and Stiles’ heart clenches at the thought of tiny Derek Hale, possibly dressed up as a werewolf, going trick or treating around Beacon Hills.

They barely make it home before the first kids ring the bell. Stiles is still pouring candy into the bowl from the apparently bottomless bag, so Derek opens the door. Stiles expects to hear some high pitched squeals of “trick or treat!” but instead someone says, sounding suspicious: “You are not Stiles.” It sounds like the youngest Jemison, who has been particularly fond of Stiles since Stiles repaired his favourite hot wheels car. It was just a case of tightening a loose screw, but James Jemison swore his eternal devotion.

Derek doesn’t seem to know how to react to being interrogated by preschoolers.

“I’m Derek; I’m a friend of Stiles’?” he replies, voice going up as if he’s not quite sure of that himself, and Stiles resolves to make it absolutely clear at the earliest opportunity that they are indeed friends, so that Derek will never have to question it again.

“Are you his boyfriend?” another voice pipes up, and yup, that’s definitely James’ older brother, who believes himself to be much older and wise with his three year advantage and thinks he’s very knowledgeable in all things romance. He has held hands with both Lizzie Swillon AND Tim Nelter.

“I don’t - I mean - what are you -” Derek is sounding ever more flustered and Stiles is just about to save him when yet another child joins the conversation, saying quite reasonably:

“Well, you are his friend, and you are a boy, so you are his boyfriend, aren’t you?”

“Noooooo,” Michael Jemiston interjects. “That’s not how it works, you’ve got to kiss to be boyfriends!”

That’s when Stiles decides to join them, hoping to distract them with the awesome candy, because that is hitting a bit too close to home for his liking. But James has other ideas:

“Stiles, Stiles, you need to kiss Derek to show that you are not boyfriends!!”

“No, you baby, you don’t understand anything,” Michael corrects with all the haughty arrogance of older siblings everywhere. “If Stiles and Derek kiss then they are boyfriends!”

Stiles looks sideways at Derek, whose ears are turning red and who is sneaking looks at Stiles from the corner of his eye, too. When Derek’s gaze drops to Stiles’ lips, Stiles makes his second spur of the moment decision of the night. He pushes the bowl into Derek’s hands, which frees his own hands, so that he can grab Derek’s face and draw him slightly down to Stiles’ level. He moves quickly, but still slow enough that Derek could pull away with only a little added werewolf speed, if he truly wants to. Derek doesn’t indicate any desire to move away from Stiles, though, so Stiles leans forward to close the remaining small gap between them and pecks Derek’s lips.

When Derek just blinks slowly, appearing to be somewhat shellshocked, Stiles shrugs and explains: “There seemed to be a general demand for me to kiss you. I’m just not sure if that makes me your boyfriend now or not; the rules were a bit contradictory.”

Derek seems to shake off his stupor, suddenly looking determined and Stiles is just about to take a step back, when Derek darts forward and presses another, still chaste, but more lingering kiss to Stiles’ lips.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks afterwards, eyes twinkling when it’s now Stiles’ turn to blink stupidly.

“They are boyfriends!” James Jemiston yells loudly and throws fistfulls of candy into the air like confetti.

“Guess that seals it,” Stiles laughs and draws Derek into another kiss to the cheers of their trick or treaters.