Oct 27, 2019
STEREK WEEK 2019: Day 3 - Outdoors
seen from Germany
seen from Russia
seen from Israel
seen from T1
seen from Netherlands
seen from Israel
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from China
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
STEREK WEEK 2019: Day 3 - Outdoors
Eligible bachelor Derek Hale has announced that whomever can take the key from around his dog's neck will be the person he marries. Stiles Stilinski think this is utterly ridiculous.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21182045
Trick or Treat (You look good enough to eat)
Derek didn’t mind working Halloween night. It was notoriously dead (pun intended), lacking the usual pain-in-the-butt patrons, and gave him time to catch up on his year-end book orders. Cindy made him a double batch of her famous salted-caramel brownies as thanks for covering her shift, and proceeded to show him no less than thirty pictures of her one-year-old dressed in a bumblebee costume. “It’s her first time going trick-or-treating,” she said for the umpteenth time. “I’m so grateful I don’t have to miss it.” He hummed politely at the pictures (he liked kids, just, you know, not thirty pictures of the same one) and snatched the proffered plate of caramel-chocolate goodness, mouth already watering.
“Trick or treat, smell my feet. You look good enough to eat.”
At first, Derek thought the statement was directed at him.
The words echoed through the silent, almost-empty library like a tomb. The digital clock in the bottom right corner of his monitor read 5:39 PM. The only other staff working tonight were two elderly clerks clad in sparkly pumpkin sweatshirts and the teenage page who was too old for Halloween but still wore a cat-ear headband.
Derek glanced up from the computer, over the top of his black-rimmed glasses, mouth set in a firm, no-nonsense line. It was his best librarian face, the one he slid on to deal with censorship challenges and patrons who loved to loudly announce, “I’m a taxpayer!” when the movie they wanted to borrow was already checked out. But the guy—tall, wiry, with shaggy brown hair in need of a cut—wasn’t trying to sweet-talk Derek at all.
Shame. He was devilishly handsome, and just Derek’s type.
Instead, cute-guy was buttering up the bowl of candy corn sitting on the circulation desk, next to a festive sign with smiling black bats proclaiming, “Bat-ter take one before they’re gone!” A grin stretched his generous mouth, dimpling into pale cheeks dusted with tiny dark moles. He reached a long-fingered hand into the orange plastic dish.
“I wouldn't do that,” Derek warned, voice soft but commanding.
The patron tore his laser-focused attention away from the sugary treats, large teddy-bear brown eyes going wide when they landed on Derek’s face. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. He dropped a single tri-colored kernel back onto the heap, cleared his throat and slowly reeled in his hand. “Oh, uh…sorry? I thought the sign said they were free.”
“They are,” Derek informed him. “But they’ve been sitting here since my shift started at noon, and about a dozen kids have dug through them.” Derek inclined his head and lowered his voice, tone intended to strike terror. “And Dave, too.”
The candy corn caper’s eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned a little further over the desk. “Is Dave the monster who made you work on Halloween night?”
Derek took great satisfaction watching the guy’s reaction. “No. He’s a regular who always picks his nose.”
“Gross,” the cute guy said, looking at the bowl with a grimace. “These things are terrible, but they’re my favorite and I couldn’t resist. You really did me a solid.”
He stepped away with a sad sigh. Derek found himself not wanting to break the spell, so he added a flippant, “Trust me, you’re better off buying a discount bag in a day or two. Less chance of contracting the plague.”
The guy threw his head back and howled with laughter, the sound liquid and warm, hitting Derek’s veins like a double shot of espresso, giving his heart palpitations. “Well, thanks—“ big brown eyes slid down Derek’s face, his neck, catching on the magnetic name tag clipped to his tan cardigan—“Derek, for saving my life. Unfortunately, there’s no corn-syrupy goodness lurking in my near future.”
He gestures to a young, brown-haired boy bedecked in a DJ Yonder outfit, quietly pulling puzzles out of the activity bin. “I’m Stiles, and that’s my son, Jordan. He has some pretty serious food allergies. I only have partial custody, but I don’t keep anything in my house that might cause a reaction. He’s anaphylactic to most nuts and has celiac disease.” Cute patron—Stiles—shrugged, holding his large hands away from his body in a what-can-you-do gesture. “Hence why we’re visiting the library on Halloween, instead of Trick-or-treating.”
Derek blinked, brain working overtime to absorb the information dump. Cute guy. Lickable moles. Pornographic hands. No ring on his finger. Sweet, well-behaved kid. Single dad.
“You guys didn’t want to hit up some Teal Pumpkin spots?” Derek asked.
Oh. Add adorable nose crinkle to the list. “Some... what?”
Derek spun forty-five degrees in his chair, kicked off the file drawer and rolled to the reference shelf, where he pulled down a green binder.
“Impressive.” Stiles raised an eyebrow as Derek glided back to the desk and stood, opening the binder and handing it to him.
“A lot of people are starting to provide non-food treats for trick-or-treaters since food restrictions are so prevalent. It’s called the Teal Pumpkin Project. You put a teal-colored pumpkin on your porch, and add your house to the online map.” Derek pulled a copy of the local map and an informational brochure out of a laminated sleeve. “This map was printed yesterday morning. You can have it if you want.”
Jordan looked up from his puzzle, eyes hopeful. “Can we go, Dad? Can we?”
Stiles turned toward his son, face softening, and Derek found himself wondering how it would feel to have such unadulterated joy directed at him. “Sure, dude. Let’s give it a shot.” Jordan hooted, fist-pumping the air.
“Thanks again,” Stiles said, waving the map between himself and Derek. “I can’t believe I’d never heard about this. You’re a lifesaver.”
Derek shrugged, half-satisfied at providing excellent customer service, and half-guilty for not wanting Stiles to leave so soon. “That’s what I’m here for, to help you find information.”
“And to protect me from contaminated candy corn.” Stiles winked, and Derek’s stomach swooped like he’d eaten one-too-many brownies. “Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear cardigans.”
“Have fun tonight,” Derek said to both of them in parting. It was the first time in ten years on the job that he didn’t want a reference interview to end. “And be safe.”
Jordan dragged his father toward the automatic doors, and Derek definitely did not lean over and covertly check out Stiles’ retreating back side from behind the staircase to the second floor.
If he hadn’t been paying such close attention, Derek might have missed Stiles halting them at the door with a soft, “Hey bud. I forgot one thing. Wait here for a second.” As Stiles turned and jogged back to the desk, Derek quickly grabbed some loose papers from the desk, shifting them around in his hands and burning holes in them with his eyeballs. Too late he realized one sheet was upside down.
“Hey, Derek?” Stiles asked, a little breathless.
Derek cleared his throat and laid down the paper armor. “Yeah?”
“I know stuff like this probably happens to you all the time, since you look, you know…” Stiles gestured to Derek’s face and broad, sweater-clad shoulders. “Like that. And I promise I’m not trying to be creepy here, though technically Halloween is the perfect night for creepy-”
“Stiles,” Derek expertly interrupted. “How can I help you?”
“I was wondering… I was hoping…” He took a deep breath. “I have to drop Jordan off at his mom’s tonight at 8:30, and if you’re free after work…”
Derek exhaled the manic butterflies tickling his ribs. “You want to go trick-or-treating?”
Stiles blinked, then burst out in a cackle loud enough to rival a witch. “As long as it involves you, me and some caffeine, I’m game for anything.”
Derek scratched at his bearded jawline. “Well, there’s a live ghost story reading happening at the coffee shop down the street. It starts at 9:00. I could meet you there?”
And oh. So that’s what it felt like to have Stiles’ soft, happy look directed at him. It felt frighteningly good.
“It’s a date,” Stiles said, backing away, smile big enough to make sweet little laugh lines crinkle around his eyes . “See you in a bit.”
Derek munched another brownie and watched the swing of Stiles’ slim hips as he walked away.
Yeah. Definitely good enough to eat.
Eggroll
My first time writing smut and don't even open it if you aren't ready because we jump right the fuck on in.
This is for the sterek week prompt canon highlights. It's somewhere after S3 E1. During the past few months Stiles and Derek got closer. I changed a lot. Boyd and Erica never left, neither did Jackson or Allison. Also Stiles is eighteen, idk how but he is. And I changed some other things. The scene is the one they are planning to break into the vault, but right before it.
Or the one where Stiles eats Derek out like the last eggroll at the buffet.
*******************************************************************************
"Wait no, stop."
Derek's actions haulted as his eyes switched from an angry looking, pinched brow, face to eyes wide as saucers. "Fuck I didn't hurt you did I?! Shit!" Derek began to slowly ease out of him.
Stiles' hands flew down from the headboard, one to curl around his bicep the other to hold his waist. "No wait."
"Does that hurt more?" Derek looked stricken, which give the circumstances seemed hilarious.
A low laugh escaped Stiles. "No, you didn't hurt me."
Derek's eyebrows furrowed again, but less looking like he was in pain and more in confusion.
"Well then why woul-" His eyebrows shot up. "Unless you didn't want to anymore. Shit." He once again tried to pull out, but Stiles dug his fingertips in.
"Hey, hey." Stiles moved his hand from Derek's arm to gently cup the side of his face. He leaned up and softly kissed his lips. "I still want to."
Stiles tried to look into Derek's eyes as reassuring and loving as he could.
Derek softly smiled and leaned in for another kiss, quickly trying to get their night back on track. Stiles indulged him till Derek bit his lip and roughly grabbed his hips.
Stiles broke the kiss. "No."
Derek looked confused again and this time slightly frustrated. "If I'm not hurting you what's wrong?"
STEREK WEEK 2019- DAY SIX- CANON HIGHLIGHTS (TEEN WOLF 3X01)
“You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed. ‘‘
The Miniaturist, Jessie Burton
Same Old Song and Dance
Being trapped in the middle of the woods with an alpha werewolf was not part of Stiles' plan. In fact he hadn't planned to be in the woods at all, but of course when he gets a call from Allison saying that she's tracking a rogue and could use the help, he doesn't hesitate. Allison is the closest thing he has to family and he'd do anything for her, which is how he finds himself in the woods at dusk with a full moon only hours away, searching for the huntress.
The air was already starting to cool without the sun's rays to keep it warm. Pulling his jacket up around him, Stiles scanned the brushy underground for any of Allison's signature traps. Spotting only three, he carefully maneuvered around them. He only wondered if the alpha would be able to spot them as easily as he had. Sure, Stiles was a trained hunter and knew Allison's traps like the back of his hand, but the alpha had been hunted for years and yet still was untouched by any hunter.
Stiles had only been hunting the alpha for nearly a year. It was like a game to the werewolf. Stiles was sure one of them should have killed the other by now and yet they both continued this dance.
The deeper Stiles got into the woods the darker it became, the trees shielding what little light was left in the sky. His hands clasped around the hilts of his twin daggers that sat tucked into his thigh holsters, one on each leg. If Allison were with him, she would be going on about how he should really learn to use a bow. Hunters rarely used guns when going after their prey, it drew too much attention with how loud they were. Stiles preferred his ten inch double edge Damascus daggers.
"Awfully late of you to be out here alone."
Stiles froze at the all too familiar voice. He slowly pulled his blades from their spots.
"Oh put those away, you and I both know you aren't going to use them," The alpha's voice was louder.
Stiles turned to see the familiar red eyes.
"Derek Hale," Stiles spoke between clenched teeth.
"Stiles Stilinski, we meet again," Derek's eyes faded from their alpha red as he stepped forward.
Stiles made no move to attack, but his blades were at the ready just in case Derek did.
"What are you doing in my woods at nightfall on the night of a full moon? Tired of your simplistic hunter life already?" Derek quirked a brow.
"Hunting a rogue," Stiles answered vaguely. He wouldn't let Derek know that Allison was out here alone and in need of his help.
"Ah, yes, the lone wolf causing mayhem. I've taken care of him," Derek looked up at the sky as if trying to spot the still rising moon.
Stiles frowned. "Taken care of him?"
"Like I told you before, I'm not the bad guy here," Derek's tone was easy, as if he were talking to an old acquaintance and not a deadly enemy.
Stiles scoffed in response.
"Did you do what I asked?" Derek turned his eyes back to Stiles. It was getting too dark to see but Stiles knew them to be a soft green color.
"Why would I?" Stiles snapped. He didn't like to be told what to do, especially by some mutant dog.
"Why wouldn't you?"
Stiles narrowed his eyes at the Werewolf.
"Unless, it's because you're afraid of what you'll find. You know there's a chance I'm right and you can't stand the thought of it."
Stiles' patience was waning, and he knew it.
"You're wrong," Stiles spoke between grit teeth. He knew attacking from the front would only get him hurt, he would have to wait for Derek's guard to drop further or for him to attack.
"Why haven't you killed me yet?" Stiles asked. The alpha could have snuck up on him and weakened him. Instead he chose to talk.
"Why haven't you killed me?" Derek countered.
"I know a losing fight when I see it," Stiles answered honestly. He knew Derek would hear his lie so there was no sense in trying.
"It burns you to know that I'm right here an you can't kill me, doesn't it?" Derek taunted, taking a half step forward.
Stiles took a step back. If Allison weren't out here alone, maybe he would try and take on the alpha, but Allison was more important.
"Does it not burn you to know that you can't kill me?" Stiles' tone was cocky and confident despite his unease.
Derek smiled, "Your wolfsbane dipped blades are no match for me."
"You really don't think so?" Stiles smirked. He could see the hesitation on Derek's face. They both knew this fight was far too equal. They'd done it already. Both bruised and bloodied until one of them became outnumbered by arriving backup, forcing them to retreat.
"It's the same old song and dance, Derek."
"Then perhaps it's time we changed the tune," Derek stepped forward lifting his hands as if in surrender.
Stiles frowned, refraining from taking another step back. "What are you doing?"
"If you truly think that there is no truth to what I say, then kill me, but if there is even a hesitation..." Derek was now less than two feet from Stiles.
A swipe with his left blade would sever the alpha's carotid artery in a second. Derek would likely bleed out before he could heal, but just to be sure, Stiles' right blade would plant nicely into Derek's heart. Even if his neck healed in time and he pulled out the blade in his heart, the wolfsbane would end him.
"I can see you planning how you would do it, and yet you haven't," Derek took another half step forward.
"Take another step and I will," Stiles refused to let Derek get too much closer, at this range he had a chance. Any closer and he wouldn't be able to escape any attack the alpha tried.
"Do what I said," Derek's tone was almost pleading.
"Why are you so insistent I do this?" Stiles demanded. He hated the part of him that wanted to know if Derek was right. He hated the part of him that wanted to trust this monster.
"Because I don't want to be your enemy, Stiles."
Stiles swallowed.
"I know you're curious about how you escaped the woods last year."
Stiles narrowed his eyes. He and Allison had gotten ambushed by a pack they had been hunting. They got the wrong intel and found themselves surrounded. He and Allison got separated and the back up found her. Stiles had been knocked unconscious and when he woke on Allison's couch, she had said she found him on her front porch. She assumed he drug himself out of the woods, but he knew that wasn't the case. He never told her otherwise.
"I suppose you're going to tell me that it was you who left me on Allison's door?" Stiles sneered.
"It was," Derek answered as if it was some safe guarded secret.
Stiles had suspected but had no proof and couldn't understand why Derek would do that; so instead he tried convincing himself he had done as Allison said, and dragged himself out.
"The pack that attacked you was not mine. I would never have-" Derek cut himself off. His eyes skipping past Stiles.
The hunter knew the alpha had heard something.
"Do what I said. Find out what really happened that night. Find out who really set that fire and who was inside."
"Stiles?" Allison's voice called. "Is that you?"
Stiles turned to see the huntress emerge from the woods.
"What's the matter?" She asked, noticing his unsheathed blades.
Stiles looked back to see Derek was gone. He shoved the blades back into their place. "Nothing. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, just a few scrapes," Allison nodded.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Stiles grabbed Allison by the elbow and gently pulled her towards the way he'd come.
"Wait, what about the rogue?" Allison frowned, though she didn't fight against him.
"He's been taken care of."
"What? How do you know?"
"Just trust me, come on," Stiles' eyes scanned the woods, as he pulled Allison towards the safety of the town. He knew Derek was nearby; he could feel the alpha's eyes on him, even if he couldn't see them.
**For the sterek week prompt: Outdoors
I had so much fun with this one I might make it into a full story...Let me know if you’d be interested!
Update: I turned it into a full story which you can find here!
Consider buying me a coffee, I would really appreciate it!
Disney Movie Night Aesthetic for @sterekweek2019 Day 4: Movie Night
Hey hey Sterek Fans! Today is the day that we announce our 2019 Sterek Week Schedule!! Without further ado, here’s the theme schedule for this year’s Sterek Week!
Friday October 25th- Mystery: Who doesn't love a good mystery? Be it a serious murder mystery, a film noir, or just wondering who stole the last cookie, we ask you to get creative and give us a mystery to solve! .. Or, for Stiles and Derek to solve, or even for someone else to solve ABOUT Stiles and Derek, really, we're not picky, as long as there's a mystery element, you've got this covered!
Saturday October 26th- Lyrics and Quotes: This is one theme that can truly, easily bridge across any fanwork medium with ease, be it a video set to music, a songfic, graphics covered in quotes, or art inspired by lyrics, let your imagination run free with any words that inspire you! They can be dark, light, romantic, angsty, from fiction or real life, there are no limits, and CERTAINLY feel free to include more than one if you’re so inspired!
Sunday October 27th- Outdoors: Ah the great outdoors... or.. not so great, if you're in the world of Teen Wolf- the outdoors can be a source of relaxation and joy, from running through the woods to looking at the stars... or horror and tragedy, from finding a dead body to getting chased by hunters, you can use any type of genre or tone you want to portray this one, just as long as the outdoors are heavily featured!
Monday October 28th- Movie Night: Possibly the most relaxing experience, it's time to let Stiles and Derek off the hook from terror and give them a movie night! .. Unless that movie night INDUCES terror, also possible... October in particular is a great season for movie watching, with the cold just beginning and all sorts of things airing for Halloween, from cutesy kid flicks to terrifying horror movies, time to have a night in and enjoy a movie!
Tuesday October 29th- Scene Stealer: Take a scene, any scene, from any show/book/movie, and Sterek it! Do Stiles and Derek have to stop Thanos from getting the Infinity Gauntlet? Maybe Stiles is an exceptional assassin… with an exceptional desire for Detective Derek Hale? Do the two of them take part in the annual Purge? Or maybe they both want to save the world of their favorite virtual reality? Maybe someone can fix that Bleach redux, if you’ve ever thought “Hey this scene would have been SO much better with Sterek..” then this is the theme for you!
Wendsday October 30th- Canon Highlights: We know, we know, canon can be a fickle beast, and we all have things about it that we don't like... but we all have things about that we DO like as well, otherwise, we never would have gotten into Sterek in the first place! If it weren't for canon, Stiles and Derek never would have existed, and there's certainly something to be said for the show that created a couple- even if it didn't canonize them- that's endured so strong for so long, it's time to pay tribute to the birthplace of this ship and highlight your favorite moment from canon! Or modify a moment, that's fine too! Choose a moment that made you fall in love with Sterek and draw it out, or a moment that you wished had MORE Sterek and write your version of what should have happened, all that matters is that the scene in question originated from canon
Thursday October 31st- Halloween: Our last day this year is my personal favorite day of every year: Halloween!! From ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties, let your love for Sterek rule the night! The best part of Halloween themes is that you can use the actual holiday as Halloween for your theme- picking out costumes, trick or treating, and carving pumpkins, or you can just use what Halloween REPRESENTS- the celebration of all things magic, haunted, and living in the shadows, or hey, you can always combine it! You could also mix Halloween mythologies and modern day Halloween, maybe something special happens to werewolves on Halloween, maybe the Hales have always had a history of Halloween parties and some wicked pixies take over, maybe Stiles goes to the woods as Little Red Riding Hood and his Big Bad Wolf is waiting there for him… this may be the end of Sterek Week this year, but mark my words, as long as there is Halloween, there will be Sterek Week!
We’re so excited to announce these themes, and even more excited to see your work in October! Now that the themes are here, it’s time to start your engines, and gear up for Sterek Week 2019!!