Oct 31, 2017
STEREK WEEK 2017: Day 7 - Halloween
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STEREK WEEK 2017: Day 7 - Halloween
Sterek Week ‘17 // Halloween
“There are some things I know for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, Keep rosemary by your garden gate, Plant roses and lavender for luck, And fall in love whenever you can.” - Practical Magic
Very low-key Sterek Week Day 7: All Hallow’s Eve I was going for a sexy werewolf!stiles but decided mid-sketch for some sexy incubus Stiles instead :D (Progress gif over here) Hope you guys have a good Halloween!
“Come on, Derek. It’s just a haunted house.”
“I had to carry you out of the one last year, Stiles.”
“I sprained my ankle!”
“Running from a mummy.”
“Dude, that mummy was scary.”
“It was plastic, Stiles.”
Sterek Week 2017 Halloween Theme
Let's go trick and treat -ing together Happy Halloween!! 🎃
Sterek Day Seven: Halloween
I hope this is halloweeny enough for this prompt. Mostly it’s a cutesy fluff. I also wrote it for the sterekwritingroom October prompt: Autumn. Enjoy
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“Dude.” Scott is staring at Stiles with an incredulous expression, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “You’re serious? You really don’t want to go? But this is your favorite time of year! You have a whole speech about why it’s better than Christmas! And one of your go-to points is about his great the Halloween Fest is!”
Stiles throws himself across the bed and sighs, avoiding eye contact. Because the thing is, Scott is right. Stiles loves Halloween. He loves that everyone dresses up just because it’s fun, loves carving pumpkins and making candied apples. And more than anything else, he loves the Beacon Hills Halloween Festival. All of the local shops set up booths full of their spookiest creations, the high school runs a haunted house, there’s a spooky cookie bake off, and the whole area smells like apple cider and sweet pumpkin pie. It’s amazing. Scott and Stiles go every year, and they haven’t missed a festival since they started the tradition in middle school.
But this year, Stiles can’t go. He can’t. Not after he embarrassed himself in front of Derek Hale, only son of the powerful Talia Hale, who happens to one of the festival’s main sponsors. Even though the Hale’s aren’t in charge of it, not really, they always attend.
“What could you have done that’s bad enough to make you refuse to go to the festival?”
He buries his head in the pillow, not wanting to admit it. But if it’s the only thing that will get Scott to back down, then, “Okay, but this have to stay between us. Remember when I went out with Erica to the bars a few weeks ago? We ended up at the same bar that Derek and Boyd were at. When she saw them, Erica made sure that we ‘accidentally’ ran into them, and Boyd invited us to drink with them. Obviously Erica agreed.” At first it was nice. Erica, who has liked Boyd for years, really hit it off with him, and soon enough the pair was on the dance floor together. And Derek turned out to be a lot of fun to talk to, with a dry humor and sharpwit. “But I had a little too much to drink.”
Scott visibly pales, slouching on the bed beside Stiles with an, “Oh.”
If there is one universal truth between them, it is that Stiles gets very loveable and clingy when he gets drunk. Which, when mixed with strangers, is never a good thing.
“Yeah. Erica and Boyd were dancing, and Derek and I were just kind of hanging out. And he turned out to be so funny and sharp. Well drunk me decided it was time to make a move, so I reached over, ran my fingers through his beard, told him he was beautiful and that I wanted to have puppies with him, and then I realized what I had said and ran away. I literally got up and ran out of the bar. I left my phone and my keys behind and everything!” Derek had been nice enough to give them to Erica. It was mortifying. “So yeah, I really can’t go.”
Scott nods silently, his mouth tipped into a frown. But then he remembers something. “Dude!” He smacks Stiles’ back. “We have to go though. Kira said that she was going to be there this year, and that she was helping to run the kissing booth. Kissing booths, Stiles!”
“Just go by yourself, Scott.”
Grabbing at Stiles’ legs, Scott starts trying to pull him off of the bed. “You have to go! I need you there to make sure I don’t run away. Listen, I’ll help you avoid Derek all night. I’ll buy you some cider and a caramel apple. And we can leave as soon as we see her. Come on Stiles, this is my chance!”
He wants to say no. He really wants too. But he knows how hard it is for Scott to talk to Kira on a normal day, and he’s been crushing on her for a few years. Having a course together at their local college has helped him branch out a little, but there is no way he’ll approach the girl he likes if Stiles isn’t there physically shoving him over to her. “Fine. But if something terrible happens, it’s on you.”
Scott woops in joy, then scrambles over to his closet to find something to wear. Stiles watches him with a feeling of impending doom. What won’t he do for his friends, honestly.
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Stiles is happy as soon as they arrive at the festival. People are milling around everywhere, laughing in groups and wearing fun costumes. Scott and Stiles are both dressed as scarecrows because Kira said that scarecrows were cute (and also Stiles has a lot of extra plaid shirts).
Talia Hale is waiting by the gates, greeting everyone who shows up. She nods at them both but her gaze doesn’t linger on them, which makes Stiles relax. From then on, it’s easy to be sweat into the festivities.
They get some apple cider, and Stiles buys an orange knitted scarf from the woman who lives down the street from his father. Scott tries his hand at the ring toss, and they visit his mother at the hospital’s booth.
When they finally catch sight of the kissing booth, Scott stops in his tracks, looking a little betrayed, and Stiles bursts into crazed laughter and begins dragging him over. Because it is a kissing booth. But it’s $2 to kiss some of the dogs rather than the people manning the booth. And Stiles thinks that’s awesome.
Kira waves them over when she sees them, her smile wide. Her nose has been painted and she’s wearing a set of pointed dog ears.
“Scott! Stiles! I’m glad you made it!”
When all Scott does is stare at her with a lovestruck expression, Stiles elbows him then takes over the conversation. “Hey, Kira! This is an awesome idea!” He’s already fishing money from his wallet when voice behind him says, “Thank you.” It’s a voice Stiles would recognize anywhere.
Turning around, Stiles wants to coo at how cute Derek looks with his face painted like a wolf’s and also kind of run away like a coward. From the corner of his eye, he catches the slogan painted on the kissing booth banner. It’s a wolf’s head tipped back to howl at the moon, the sign of the Wolf Sanctuary. That Derek runs.
“Hey, Derek,” Stiles says, wincing at how loud his voice his. “I was just-. You know-. Dogs.”
Derek laughs, a gentle huff, then places his hand on the small of Stiels’ back to urge him forward. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
Scott makes a confused noise at being abandoned, but Stiles can’t bother to say anything to him. Because Derek’s hand is warm, and he keeps his body close, and he smells so nice. Leading him around the booth, Derek introduces Stiles to each of the dogs. None of them are the wolves he cares for (obviously), but they’re amazing all the same. But the time Stiles has given each one of them his attention and turns around to ask Scott if he wants to pet them too, Scott and Kira have disappeared.
“What?” He looks around.
Derek blushes and shuffles his feet. “I, uh, let them go. Kira hasn’t had a chance to look around yet, and Scott seemed like he wanted to take her, so-.”
So they’re alone. Derek doesn’t say it, but it’s the truth. The thing is, despite how embarrassed he still is about what happened the other week, being around Derek is so easy. He likes it, like the way Derek moves into his space without questioning it. And it feels like something, something good.
So, gathering his courage, Stiles asks, “Maybe I could stay here and help you with the booth then. If that’s alright?”
Derek beams. “I would like that, Stiles. And, uh-. Maybe later we can get some cider or something. Mr. Richards made this pumpkin hot chocolate, and it’s really something to try.”
Taking a chance, Stiles reaches out and grabs Derek’s hand, smiling over at him when Derek twines their fingers together.
“Like a date?”
Derek shrugs, blushing. “I-. Yes.”
Internally, Stiles is screaming. He had been so worried that Derek was freaked out about what happened at the bar, but maybe Derek likes him enough to overlook how crazy he can be. And that means-
“Although,” Derek adds, looking thoughtful. “I think adopting pups is going to have to wait for a few dates.”
Oh god, Stiles is never drinking again.
You’ll Never Walk Alone. 🎃 👻
Written for Day 7 of Sterek Week 2017 ~ Halloween.
Rated G, 1842 words, Mentions of Claudia Stilinski, Derek x Stiles.
Derek isn’t a fan of Halloween. In his opinion, it invites trouble. If anything supernatural were to happen, then tonight’s traditions would perfectly disguise it, which is precisely why Derek is out patrolling the streets and not in his cosy bed right now.
He’s been at it for hours when he sees a familiar-looking figure toward the edge of town. He’d know that casual shuffle and lanky frame anywhere. What’s surprising to him, though, is that Stiles is decked out in a Spiderman costume. A particularly tight, very revealing Spiderman costume at that, and he seems to be alone.
It’s peculiar. Why on earth would Stiles be out here, trick or treating by himself? He’d seen Boyd, Erica and Isaac across town in their Scream masks terrorising children, and Scott’s with Allison at Lydia’s annual Halloween soiree. Intrigued, he follows from a safe distance, ducking in and out of the shadows.
A pattern forms over the next half hour. Stiles, with his plastic shopping bag in tow, knocks on what seems like random doors. However, the doors that he picks are always flung open by smiling faces with open arms, reaching out to hug him. He chats with them a while, they hand over some candy, and then they hug him goodbye. Weird.
Derek realises he’s overstepping by following (some might classify this as stalking) him, but this is bizarre behaviour, even for Stiles, and the last thing he wants is for Stiles to end up hurt. That’s not going to happen on his watch. Stiles is by himself, Derek reasons, continuing to track him from a safe distance.
At the end of the block, Stiles makes a left into an eerily dim road. Only three or so houses are in view, all of them cloaked in darkness. Stiles doesn’t stop at any of them; he doesn’t even look back toward the safety of the last streetlight, he just keeps walking.
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I managed to just do one day of the sterekweek2017 *sobs* (and a super quick one ;;) ANYWAYYYY HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
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