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7 Days of Scarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf) + “Grief”

Requested by @joanthangroff (TW mention of suicide attempt)

It was a long ride back from the motel. At least, it felt longer. Stiles' gaze burning holes in the side of his face wasn't making it go any faster, either. Scott could see his bouncing leg, hear his racing heart and smell the anxiety radiating off of him. Even if he were oblivious to all of that, he would still know something was wrong with him.

"Stiles," he said wearily, looking at him properly for the first time since Coach snatched his whistle back off of Lydia and told them to sit down. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. All good."

The way he glanced at him said otherwise. Scott raised his eyebrows pointedly and the leg bouncing stopped. Stiles ran a hand over his thigh and nodded jerkily as if reiterating that he was fine.

"Look, we're gonna figure this out, okay?" Scott assured him as best he could. "From what Ethan said, there's a good chance that Derek is alive. Once we get back to Beacon Hills, we can find him, and we can make a better plan. No one else is going to get hurt."

He just managed to bite back a promise. He knew he couldn't. He only hoped that it was the truth.

But Stiles stared at him like he could see right through him, his eyes narrowing. He parted his lips like he was going to retort, as he usually would, but instead, he just shook his head and turned to face the back of the seat in front of him. As he ran a hand over his face, Scott frowned.

"You're angry," he blurted out.

Stiles shook his head again and sighed. "No. No, Scotty, I'm not angry." His heart skipped but he acted like Scott couldn't hear it. "I'm just... I'm tired. Last night was..."

"I know," Scott said softly. His own heart skipped. "But the darach's not going to catch us by surprise like that again."

Stiles nodded, but he didn't say anything else. In fact, he didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride. Scott wanted to, but something stopped him. He took to staring out the window and letting his eyes unfocus as he repeated his plan to find Derek in his mind the whole way home.

*

The bus dropped them off at the school. Stiles insisted on driving Scott home, even though he had his bike. He didn't put up a fight - he just wanted to go home and see his mom before he did anything else. That phone call back at the motel had felt too real. He just needed to see her.

Of course, she was at work. Scott sighed when he found the note on the fridge, but he told himself not to overthink it. She was fine.

"Alright, well, I think we should go to Derek's loft first," he said, turning to Stiles who was lingering by the back door, his arms folded. "He'd most likely have gone back there to try and heal."

He frowned.

"Although, if the alpha pack are looking for him, that might be too obvious. Maybe we should try the animal clinic first. He could've gone to Deaton, right?"

He waited for Stiles to agree with him or suggest something he hadn't thought of because right then, all Scott had was a handful of guesses and maybes.

But Stiles didn't chime in. He shrugged when he realized Scott was looking at him.

"Stiles, are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently.

Stiles dragged a hand over his face and sighed again, his tongue in his cheek, and he could smell the irritation on him, just like when they were on the bus.

"You know what? No," he snapped, throwing his hand up. "No, Scott, I'm not okay, and, quite frankly, neither are you, and I don't get why we're just pretending that last night never happened. Because it did."

"Do you mean..." Scott couldn't quite get the words out, his throat closing up around them and forcing them back down. He shifted his feet, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. "The wolfsbane?"

"Yeah, I'm talking about the wolfsbane," Stiles said, his voice thick with emotion he was failing to contain. "More specifically, what the wolfsbane did to you, Scott."

Scott shook his head, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to ignore the sick feeling weighing down on him. "It was just... you saw what it did to all of us. Ethan-"

"Tried to saw himself open, yeah," Stiles cut him off. "Probably something to do with his freakish ability to combine into one even more freakish mutation with Aiden. Isaac - he was hiding under his bed. Boyd and Lydia were hearing things. But you, Scott..."

He took a step toward him, and Scott watched his feet, observing every little detail of his shoes and the kitchen floor.

"Scott, you tried to kill yourself."

"It was just..."

"No. No, Scott, the wolfsbane brought out all of your biggest fears and just - just heightened your true emotions. Boyd's guilt about his sister, Isaac's fear of his dad, Lydia always being the one to find dead bodies. It wasn't the wolfsbane talking when you did that. Was it?"

Scott knew he had to give him an answer. He just didn't think either of them really wanted to hear it. The truth hung in the air between them, as suffocating as the gasoline that still clung to Scott's senses.

"It doesn't matter," he said quietly, then looked up to meet Stiles' disbelieving stare. "We need to find Derek. We can't waste any more time, we need-"

"Scott, stop! Can you even - you nearly died! Twice!"

"But I didn't-"

"Because someone stopped you! Allison literally had to sew you back together because you felt so guilty about Derek being dead that you were going to let yourself die, too! Scott, I had to talk you out of setting yourself on fire, how can you not - how do you not see how messed up that is?!"

"Stiles, I'm sorry about last night, okay? I shouldn't have... I should've fought the wolfsbane, or..."

Stiles just stared back at him, shaking his head incredulously. Finally, in a much softer voice, he said, "Scott, I don't want you to be sorry that I had to save you. I just... I just wanna know that you don't actually believe what you said last night."

It was a simple request. It would take just two words. And yet...

Scott opened his mouth. Then he shook his head and closed it again, looking away with a piercing pain where his healed wound was just yesterday.

"You have to admit that a lot of what we've gone through wouldn't have happened if I hadn't..."

"Hadn't what?" He looked back up to see the reason for the quiver in Stiles' voice; tears shone in his wide eyes. "Hadn't survived being bitten by Peter? That's what you meant, wasn't it?"

He tilted his head but he didn't get a chance to deny or confirm. Stiles already knew. He looked like he might crumble into a million pieces.

"Scott," he said, his voice cracking as he moved closer. "I don't care what's happened to us. I don't care about the murderous werewolves or - or the hunters, or any of the crazy supernatural things that keep happening around us, alright? Because we've survived it, but what I wouldn't have survived was losing my best friend."

Scott bit his tongue, his eyes stinging. Part of him wanted to point out all the bad things - the numerous times he's put his life in danger, the people who haven't survived the craziness of their world, and everything else.

Then Stiles really did crumble. "Scott, I meant what I said last night. And I can't lose you. I can't - you and my dad, you're all... you're all I've got, and I can't - Scotty, I can't lose you as well. I need you. And I know how selfish that is, but it's true. So, if you need a reason to - to believe that you should be alive, then there it is. Me, Scott. Make me your reason if you have to, or your mom, or even Allison, because I promise you that none of us would be better off if you weren't here."

"You'd be safe, at least."

He didn't mean to say it. It just slipped out.

"You don't know that," Stiles countered, then he shrugged. "And even if that was true - I don't care. Scott, I'd rather be in danger every day of my life from some supernatural threat than live without you."

He didn't know what to say to that. All he could do was surge forward and hug him. Stiles immediately wrapped his arms tight around him, as if he never intended to let go.

"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly into his shoulder.

"Just make me a promise, Scotty. Alright? Promise that you'll talk to me, so that, when you start blaming yourself for every bad thing that's ever happened, I can tell you what an idiot you are."

Scott chuckled and nodded. "I promise." Then, he softly added: "I mean it."

Stiles tightened his arms just a little more. Both of them savoured the feeling of the other against them. Solid. Real. Alive. Safe. For a moment, they were as physically intertwined as they were in every other way.

Scott knew they should look for Derek. They should come up with a plan to stop the darach. But he wasn't ready to let go of the first real feeling of comfort he'd felt in a while.

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7 Days of Scarepairs: Yennskier | Jaskier x Yennefer (The Witcher) + “Candy”

Requested by Anonymous

A hazlenut fell into Yennefer's lap. Her brow scrunched and she looked up at Jaskier inquisitively as he planted himself beside her at the table. He took a bite out of an apple and flicked another hazlenut into her lap.

Shaking her head at him, she picked one up but didn't eat it, simply rolling it between her fingers as she said, 'You do know these are for the rituals?'

She eyed him.

'As is that.'

He swallowed and shrugged. 'They are hardly going to miss a few, are they? Besides, do not tell me you actually believe in all that witchy-'

His gaze snapped to her amused expression. He gave a short, nervous laugh and nodded, as if agreeing with himself that he should stop talking lest he risk being on the end of a nasty Samhain curse.

Yennefer looked back out at the shadows casted all around them by the fire blazing away, embers carried away on a night breeze, masquerading themselves as stars in the sky. It's almost hypnotising.

'Oh, my - is that a smile I see?' Jaskier teased, leaning forward to better inspect her face in mock awe. 'No, it cannot possibly be!'

'Are you really incapable of being quiet for five minutes?' she retorted with a roll of her eyes. 'Even shovelling food down your throat isn't a sufficient distraction.'

'Well, that's just rude.' He slumped back against the table and took another chunk out of the apple. A moment of chewing later, he added: 'I could always sing instead.'

'Please, no.'

'Alright, fine, then.' He sat forward again, with a new determination as he planted a hand on his knee and gestured his apple around. 'But why exactly are you here if you're not going to have anything resembling fun?'

'Ciri wanted to come.' She turned to him, defensive. 'And how do you know I'm not having fun?'

He gave a dramatic groan only a perfomer could emit and rolled his eyes just as hard. 'Well, are you?'

She didn't answer that.

'Right. Come on.'

He stood up, and she frowned, but he simply held out a hand to her as if that explained everything. She didn't move.

'Do you have so little trust in me?' he asked, exasperated.

Her eyes flicked from his hand to his eyes, and she softened. She slipped her hand into his, already faintly thinking of ways to scare the shit out of him for whatever he was about to do.

'We,' he said, taking a step back, 'are going to dance.'

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7 Days of Scarepairs: Lauren Branning x Peter Beale (EastEnders) + “Candy”

Requested by Anonymous

Lauren dropped onto the couch with a huff. Peter looked over at her in amusement as she said, 'I know I hate that Louie is growing up and that I should just be grateful that he still wants to be around us, but I hate trick or treating.'

'I told you to let Dad take him,' Peter said as he tossed Louie's discarded accessories onto the table.

Lauren made a face. 'What, so that he could drag him round the houses complaining about all of our neighbours not giving out "good" sweets? Don't think I've forgotten the lecture he gave my mum that time when we were kids.'

'That was bad, wasn't it?'

'Bad?! My mum was seething. Although, she gave me and Abi most of the leftover sweets out of spite. Even told us to give some to you and Lucy because, and I quote, "their dad will probably nick all of the good ones while they're asleep, the big hypocrite."'

Peter laughed as he crossed the room, swiping the half-empty bowl of sweets from the dresser on the passing. He sat down beside her and nudged her knee with his, offering her the bowl.

'Aren't those for the trick or treaters?' she pointed out.

He glanced at his watch. 'It's nearly half eleven. I don't think any more will be coming round. Besides, it's either this or we nick some out of Louie's bucket, and I made a promise to myself years ago that I would not become my dad, so...'

She laughed at that, her face crinkling in that show of pure mirth that never failed to warm him inside out. He nudged the bowl further into her lap and she rolled her eyes before taking it from him.

'Oi, I meant take one, not all of them!'

'Too bad.'

He reached for the bowl but she was faster, lifting it off to the other side, out of his reach. She grinned at him, and suddenly they were twelve and doing the exact same thing, in the exact same spot.

'Come on, then,' she teased. 'Don't tell me you're giving in that easy? Where's that Beale spirit, eh?'

'Is that how it is, is it?'

'I think it is, yeah.'

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7 Days of Scarepairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “Vampire”

Requested by Anonymous

"I have to compel you. If anyone found out-"

Sam stared back at him, his eyes as big as saucers. "Who would believe me? I don't even think I believe me."

"Trust me," Blaine said gravely, "plenty of people around here would believe you, and that wouldn't end well. For anyone. It's not just me."

Sam got out of his chair. "Wait, there are others? Like, here? In Lima?"

Reluctantly, Blaine nodded. He knew shouldn't be telling him any of this. It was too much of a risk. He should compel him now, like Mr Schue told him to.

But then he caught a glimpse of Sam's face. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sank back into the chair and shook his head. He looked up at him.

"This is so cool."

"It's really not," Blaine tried to protest.

"Dude, you're a freaking vampire!" He glanced around them, his face taking on a more serious look as Blaine motioned for him to keep his voice down. "Sorry. It's just... I don't understand. You're this awesome, supernatural being with awesome powers. You're like a superhero."

Every disadvantage and negative side to it rolled right back down Blaine's throat. His mouth quirked and Sam's grin widened.

"I guess, in a way..." he said, his brow furrowing. "Wait, you like superheroes?"

"Are you kidding? I love them," Sam said with barely contained excitement but, to his credit, he managed to keep control of his volume. His eyes grew impossibly wider and he was out of his chair again, standing in front of him. "Could I be your human sidekick?!"

The answer to that question should, undoubtedly, be a resounding no. Letting him keep his memories was bad enough. But actually involving him in any of it? Mr Schue would never let it slide.

He opened his mouth to shoot him down, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The truth was, it was a pretty lonely existence. He'd only been a vampire for two years, but he barely had anyone to talk to anymore. His parents didn't want to know him. It was better they forgot about him entirely and went on pretending he had actually died that night.

Even his brother was better off like that.

Sure, he had a few friends at Dalton, and they knew what it was like, but... he was still really lonely. They had all gotten used to in their own ways, but he never could. Mr Schue was always telling him he couldn't have human blood because of the ripper gene, so he couldn't exactly tag along with David and Jeff when would sneak out.

He never even talked to Kurt about it because he thought it might freak him out too much, with all the history between witches and vampires, and now he wasn't even there anymore anyway.

He felt completely alone, even in his own world.

But here was Sam, looking at him like he was the coolest person he had ever met. Asking to be his friend. He wasn't afraid of him or what he might do, not like everyone back at Dalton or Mr Schue.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as Sam's face fell. "It's too dangerous. I need to make you forget all of this."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded. "Can I just ask one thing? Don't take everything away."

Blaine opened his mouth, already shaking his head, but Sam lifted his eyes to him, freezing him to the spot with his next words.

"Leave the part where we met today."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded one more time, letting him know he was ready, even if he wasn't really. And he wasn't the only one.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't make him forget.

Worse than that: he didn't want to.

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7 Days of Scarepairs: Simren | Kieren Walker x Simon Monroe (In The Flesh) + "Scary Movies"

'Alright,' Kieren said, rolling his sleeves up as he sat beside Simon on the couch and grabbed the remote, 'are you ready to have your mind blown? I cannot believe you've never seen Scream. It's a classic scary movie!'

Simon chuckled and lifted his arm to let him curl into his side; it was instinct at that point, like they just slotted together naturally. Kieren really hoped his parents were going to stay upstairs like they promised. He was banking on Jem not being back before midnight as well. It would just be the two of them for a few hours.

He pulled the throw blanket across their laps and skipped the trailers.

'I'm surprised you even like things like this,' Simon said, but there was no judgement. He was just curious, as he always was when he learned something new about him. 'Considering everything we've gone through... I'd say it's enough horror to last more than one lifetime.'

'Yeah, I know,' Kieren said softly, and he looked up at him, suddenly worried. 'If you don't want to watch it, then we can just-'

'No, no, I want to,' Simon stopped him with a reassuring smile, rubbing his arm to settle him back into his side. 'I never watched a lot of movies growing up.'

'Well, this one isn't actually that scary,' Kieren said, resting his head on his shoulder. 'It's more of a comedy. And I went on doesthedogdie to weed out all of the Z word movies, so there's nothing to worry about. Just good old fashioned serial killer slashers and ghosts. Maybe some vampires.'

'Let's hope those aren't real as well,' Simon joked, and dropped a kiss on his hair as the movie started.

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7 Days of Scarepairs: Stacey Slater x Danielle Jones (EastEnders) + "Pumpkin Carving"

Stacey wasn’t sure what to make of Danielle standing in the kitchen doorway with a pumpkin under each arm, grinning like the joker. She raised an eyebrow.

‘Pumpkins!’ was all she said in way of an explanation, then she raised her shoulders and excitedly added: ‘I thought we could carve them. You know, like they do in all the movies.’

Stacey wasn’t entirely sure which movies Danielle had been watching. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the dishes.

‘Nah, we don’t really do that sorta thing,’ she said and shrugged. ‘Plus, those things attract foxes if you don’t clear ‘em away fast enough, and Charlie’s just barely gotten over the whole Musty thing.’

She made the mistake of glancing at Danielle; her face fell with such heaping disappointment that guilt instantly washed over her. She was always doing that, and the worst part was, she had no idea why. She just didn’t think before she spoke.

Sighing, she yanked her marigolds off and tossed them onto the draining board, settling a hand on her hip.

‘Did you at least get one of those carving kit things or are we gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way?’

For a second, Danielle didn’t understand, her brow dipping in confusion before shooting right up as her eyes widened.

‘Oh, I didn’t even think! I can nip back out and get one, they should sell them at the Minute Mart!’

‘Alright, but I’m making a head start on my pumpkin,’ Stacey said and flashed her a wicked smile.

Danielle didn’t care. She was grinning from ear-to-ear as she placed the pumpkins clumsily on the table. She surged forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then she sprinted for the front door, calling out, ‘I’ll be back in five minutes!’

Stacey bit her cheek, but the smile fought its way onto her face anyway. She rubbed her cheeks with a heavy sigh, her skin hot to the touch. She grabbed a knife from the drawer and sat down at the table to make a start on carving out her pumpkins guts while her own twisted in a net full of butterflies.

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For the Halloween thingy: Can I please request Lauren x Peter or Jaskier x Yennefer with candy, please? Thank you so much!!

Thank you so much for sending this in, anon! It’s much appreciated, and here as requested are Lauren x Peter and Jaskier x Yennefer <3

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7 Days of Scarepairs: Denzo | Damon Salvatore x Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries) + "Trick or Treaters"

The door went for the millionth time. Damon didn't bother to stifle his groan of annoyance this time, but Enzo was already on his feet and greeting the stupid little brats as they screamed for a treat. He indulged them, chuckling as they shoved their greedy little fists into the bowl and shovelled more than the polite amount of candy into their buckets and bags.

They moved on, and Enzo closed the door just as Damon started to loudly say, "You know, it's called trick or treating. I suggest that next time, we give them a trick."

Enzo shook his head at him, giving him that familiar look as he reclaimed his seat beside him on the couch. "Oh? Let me guess: you want to show a little bit of fang, some black veins and red eyes?"

Damon spread his hands and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not letting you scare some poor little kids on Halloween," Enzo said sternly, shoving the bowl back onto the coffee table, exchanging it for his glass.

"Why not?"

"Because they're innocent children," he countered like that was obvious before taking a drink of his completely victimless pint of blood. "But if it really means that much to you, then you can answer the door next time it goes and pretend you're wearing makeup."

The door went again, right on time. Damon grinned wickedly as Enzo lowered his glass, clearly already regretting his words. He looked at him warningly but he had already swiped the bowl from the table and crossed the room in a matter of a second.

He took a moment, his hand poised. Then he flung the door open and left his full vampire face on display. Instead of the expected screams, the two little girls shouted with pure joy. His face dropped as Lizzie and Josie clapped in excitement.

"Really, Damon?" Caroline asked, an eyebrow raised disapprovingly.

Bonnie smiled. "Nice face. Not the most realistic vampire I've seen tonight, though, I've gotta say."

He smiled mockingly back at her. He tossed a miniture chocolate bar into each of the twin's baskets, then he stepped aside to let them in. Bonnie swiped the bowl from his hands on the way past, her face lighting up.

"See, this is why I said we shouldn't answer the door on Halloween," he said loudly and closed the door. "We've been invaded by witches."

"Uh, hello?" Caroline said pointedly.

"Fine, it's three against three," Damon said, walking past her and reclaiming his seat beside Enzo, who was busy complimenting the twins on their very realistic witch costumes. "I'm still not happy about it."

It was Bonnie's turn to roll her eyes at him as she planted herself on the other couch, setting the bowl of candy in her lap. "Come on, I thought you'd get a kick out of Halloween."

"I do, in fact," Damon said. "I love Halloween. I love scaring people to death and drinking from open veins without anyone batting an eye. What I don't enjoy is being stuck in the house all night on the one day of the year when I could be doing any number of things instead."

"Well, most of the trick of treaters are going home now," Bonnie said with a shrug. "So, if you wanted, you could come out with us. We're going to get these two home and in bed, then we were gonna go to the Grill."

Caroline flashed a genuinely excited grin as she said, "They have themed cocktails."

Damon glanced at Enzo, who shrugged as if to say, I don't see why not.

"But one rule," Caroline said, and she pointed right at Damon, "you are not allowed to feed on anyone. At least not anyone in the Grill. It's Matt's rule, and I promised him that none of his employees would be running around with bandages on their necks or wrists."

"I guess dressing up as a mummy was off limits, then," Enzo said in amusement, knocking back the rest of his glass.

"Funny," Caroline said dryly, her eyes narrowing.

Damon helds his hands up. "Fine, we promise. Anything is better than hearing one more knock on that door. I might actually kill someone."

Bonnie threw a bonbon at him in warning. He popped it into his mouth and winked, but when prompted by Caroline, both he and Enzo promised that they wouldn't harm anyone at the Grill.

"Although, technically," Damon said as they were about to leave, shrugging on his leather jacket, "it's not harming them if they're not compelled and they want it, right? Halloween brings out all kinds of freaks, you know. A lot of people love vampires."

Caroline scoffed in disgust and ushered Lizzie outside to join Bonnie, who already had Josie in her arms and was using magic to move the detachable spider on her wrist, making her laugh as it crawled up onto her shoulder.

He raised his eyebrows at Enzo, who returned the gesture, a particular hunger flickering in his eyes. Damon grinned and followed him out. Tonight could be fun after all.

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Also, I posted the sciles fic I wrote for 7 days of scarepairs on ao3 as well, just because it was a little longer than I had planned!

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That is all of my halloween moodboards + drabbles completed! I’ll start posting them from tomorrow throughout the week leading up to Halloween, so if you requested something, look out for the 7 days of Scarepairs!