#averysterekfall

[princecharmingwinks]

The power of pumpkin magic

The Power of Pumpkin Magic (1/1 | 1,893 | Teen)

"If you don't want money, I'll buy you a pie. I just need you to be my boyfriend for the next five minutes."

Stiles just thought it was another day of working on his thesis at his favourite bookshop. What he didn’t count on was the power of pumpkin magic.

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Written for @averysterekfall​ 2022 edition. Hope you like it :)

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

Hale Farms: Pumpkin Patch

Summary: When the Hale Farms billboard announces the Annual Pumpkin Patch for the first time in eight years, Stiles is intrigued. He drags Scott along for curiosity and old time's sake, not knowing that he's about to worm his way into the hearts of the remaining Hales - and they're going to love him right back.

Tags/Warnings: Pumpkin Patch, Fall Events, Alternate Hale Fire, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Guy, Shy Derek Hale, Cora Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Peter Hale & Claudia Stilinski Friendship, The Hales Own a Farm, Bonding, Pack Feels, Stiles Stilinski Doesn't Know About Werewolves, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Too Many Fall Puns, Everybody Ships Derek/Stiles, First Kiss, Flirting, Cooking Together, Gratuitous Plaid

Pairing: Sterek

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 12538

Written for A Very Sterek Fall 2022! @averysterekfall

Thank you SO MUCH to my wonderful beta, @lalelilolusworld!

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[kellerific-writing]

Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 4.3k Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Stilinski Family Feels, Hale Family Feels, Baking, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Soft Derek Hale, Post-Canon, Derek Comes Back, Derek Hale Takes Care of Stiles Stilinski, Polyglot Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Speaks Polish

Stiles, newly home from college, shares an important family tradition with Derek.

Written for @averysterekfall

[fairydustedtheory]

Obligatory Fall in Love with Sterek moodboard for @averysterekfall

Derek meets a ridiculous young man lost in the woods. How it turned into a date at a pumpkin patch? He doesn’t really know. All he knows is that after a glass of apple cider, Stiles is already ready to spice things up a bit, and Derek, well, he might just say yes and indulge in the beauty of Fall under the fairy-lights.

[elisela]

put my heart on my chest (1/2) stiles x derek 
hale farms: autumn, for @averysterekfall

Derek shakes his head but Stiles can see the grin at the corner of his mouth as he bends at the knees and scoops up two of the heavy boxes easily as Stiles sets his own relatively light box in the truck. “I’m not as confrontational as Cora,” he says after a moment, “and if you ask Laura, I’m not nearly as much fun as she is. But … I hope it’s not too bad for you this year—with me. Without them.” Stiles watches the flex of his biceps as he lowers the boxes carefully into the bed of the truck, takes in the smear of dirt that’s left behind on his forehead when he reaches up and brushes his hair back, an action that’s so familiar to him from watching Derek play basketball in his driveway as a teenager on a person now so unknown. He leans against the tailgate, metal sunwarm against his thin t-shirt, and grins. “I never liked your sisters much, anyway,” he says, and tries not to let his heart beat too wildly when he catches the soft smile Derek aims at the ground as he turns to get more boxes. read on ao3

[messy-peach-art]

For @averysterekfall

Just Derek and Stiles enjoying a nice date outside while ignoring the mess that the pack most likely will get into at home

[jmeelee]

every leaf speaks bliss to me fluttering from the autumn tree -emily bronte

[whenwordsmakesense]

Begin Again

Written for @averysterekfall | Link to AO3

Ship: Sterek

Tags: Future Fic, Canon Compliant, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale

Word Count: 747 words

Summary:

Derek is finally ready to move on.

[giveemhales]

Moodboards for Sterek AUs: 13/?

For @averysterekfall

Fall Festival AU

Stiles was a little worried he was about to be murdered.

He had been a bit suspicious when Derek agreed to go on a date with him, but he had been too excited to care.

But now Derek was driving them to a date, and they had been in the can longer than Stiles had expected. They had already made it out of Beacon Hills, and Derek refused to tell Stiles where they were going. Beacon Hills was a small town surrounded by smaller towns surrounded by nothing, so Stiles really had no clue where they could be going.

So with Derek’s lips sealed, Stiles had to rely on his imagination. And the best Stiles could up with was that Derek planned to murder him.

It seemed like the most logical option. What reason do people ever have to go out to the middle of nowhere except to deposit of a dead body? Derek was way out of his league, anyway, so it honestly seemed more likely he would want to kill him than date him.

I mean, yes, Derek had saved his life countless times and Stiles trusted him with his life, so it wouldn’t really make sense for Derek to kill him now. Not to mention that it would be pretty stupid, since Stiles had told basically anyone that would listen that he was going on a date with Derek. Not to mention that his dad was the sheriff.

So Derek probably wasn’t planning on killing Stiles. Maybe he needed help hiding a body? It wasn’t very on brand for Derek (obviously he could just hide a body in the preserve). And it definitely wasn’t very romantic, although it could be a good bonding exercise.

They had been driving for almost an hour, and those were Stiles’ best guesses. Derek remained tight lipped, no matter how much Stiles prodded and begged. At this point, Stiles didn’t even care if the plan was to be murdered, since the anticipation was killing him anyway.

Finally (!!!), they pulled into a parking. Stiles looked up in excitement to see where they were.

... It was a Burger King.

“What the hell, man!” Stiles exclaimed. “There are plenty of Burger Kings in Beacon Hills. Plus, McDonald’s is better anyway.”

Derek just rolled his eyes, as if Stiles was the ridiculous one. “This isn’t where we’re having the date. I need to put a blindfold on you.”

Stiles was a bit shocked, but went along with it anyway. “Oh... well, I mean, okay. I didn’t know you were into that kinky shit, but I can roll with that. We probably should have discussed this beforehand, you know, communication is key to a healthy relationship, and I don’t know why we had to come to a fast food parking lot in the middle of nowhere... is it an exhibitionist things? Because I’m not sure-“

“Stiles!” Derek interrupted, looking flabbergasted, “That’s... I don’t even know what you’re talking about. The blindfold is just for the surprise.”

Stiles chuckled awkwardly. “Oh yeah... that makes sense.” Stiles didn’t particularly want to wear a blindfold since it would extend the time until he could find out what the date was, but it just felt too awkward at this point to say no.

Stiles turned his head so that Derek could put on the blindfold, which was just a bandana.

As Derek finished tying the knot, he leaned in close and breathed into Stiles’ ear. “Don’t worry, if you are into that “kinky shit,” we can use this again later.”

Great, now he probably stunk the car up with his arousal. As if he hadn’t humiliated himself enough.

And, even with the blindfold, he just knew Derek had that smug look he always wore on his face.

And now he was thinking about said face, and that wasn’t helping with the arousal at all. Ugh.

At least he was no longer thinking about murder.

It was just a few more minutes of driving before the car parked once again, and Stiles felt like he wasn’t about to buzz out of his skin from the nerves and excitement. He needed to know what place was so great that Derek drove him over an hour for their first date.

Stiles waited not so patiently as Derek exited the vehicle, not wanting to attempt to get out on his own while blindfolded, knowing he would almost certainly fall flat on his face.

Derek opened his door and guided him out of the car, all gentleman like. He grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and led him to wherever it was they were going.

Finally, finally, Derek untied his blindfold.

Stiles’ jaw dropped.

In front of him was a crudely painted sign advertising a fall festival, and right past that was a booth to buy tickets.

It was perfect.

“Oh my god, Derek. I don’t- What?”

It was Derek’s turn to be embarrassed, a blush rising on his cheeks as he looked away from Stiles. “I heard you talking once to Lydia about how you always used to go to a fall festival when you were younger with your parents, but hadn’t been since your mother died. You said you had always wanted to go back, but knew it would just upset your dad, and you felt like it was too childish of an event to invite any of your friends. So I just thought...”

“Holy shit, dude! I told Lydia that last fall. And in passing. How do you even remember that?”

Derek cleared his throat. “Well... you’re important to me. And I thought this would make you happy,” He was getting visibly more flustered. “I don’t know, maybe it’s creepy. I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries, I know it’s a family thing and this is just a first date. We don’t have to go. There’s always Burger King. If you even want to go on a date still. I don’t know.”

Stiles stared at Derek with something akin to awe. “No way! You better not bail out and take me out to Burger King. This is literally the most perfect date you could have planned. This is honestly probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”

Derek finally looked Stiles in the eyes, and a pleased smile appeared on his face. “Well, good. We better go get tickets then.”

They walked up to the kiosk to buy their tickets, and then set out to explore the whole festival.

At the corn maze, were both taller than the corn, which took a bit of difficulty out of the maze aspect. On the hayride, they both managed to get hay in places hay should never be. At the pumpkin patch, Stiles stepped on a rotten pumpkin and got pumpkin guts everywhere. On the Ferris wheel, they got stuck at the top, and it wasn’t fixed for another 20 minutes.

It was a bit of a mess.

But at the corn maze, Derek held Stiles’ hand the whole time. On the hayride, they cuddled. At the pumpkin patch, a worker offered them a complimentary pumpkin for their troubles, which Derek promised they would carve on their second date. And on the Ferris wheel, well, the extra time meant their romantic first kiss ended up a little bit heated.

It was a bit of a mess, but it was perfect.

Stiles had no doubt that would describe the rest of their relationship, too.

[a-wolf-and-his-boy]

Summary: Derek didn't know why he was getting care packages, but he knew who he would be sharing them with.

A/N: Second entry for @averysterekfall​. Short and sweet.                       

Derek didn’t know when the package came.

He’d been away for a week beforehand, dealing with creatures he couldn’t even pronounce the name of. And he’d come back covered in dried blood and insides and all he really wanted to do was sleep. (Preferably before Scott came running with his latest problem that Derek wanted no part in) 

But first he was in need of a hot shower before blissful sleep.

It was probably tiredness that made him completely bypass the bright package on his bed until he was about to get under the covers. And by bright, Derek meant almost neon. Covered in shades of red and orange and yellow.

Obviously this package contained something dangerous.

There weren’t any lingering scents -- second red flag -- and the longer he focused on trying to separate a new scent, the more the package begun to smell mouth-watering -- third red flag.

It wasn’t looking good.

And there was no other choice than to just open the damn thing.

Derek carefully sliced the edges with a claw, and despite feeling like an idiot, used a spatula to lift the lid. Once the paper had been peeled off, it looked like any other box. And he didn’t feel sick or dizzy or in the process of dying. No powder released into the air. All good signs.

Derek took a chance and leaned closer. The smell almost too good to ignore.

What? Derek didn’t know what exactly he was looking at. Well, he did, but he couldn’t figure out why.

There was very clearly a box of heart shaped dark chocolates (His favourite, Derek noted) and packets of pumpkin spice flavoured coffee and marshmallows wrapped in white lace. There was also two distinct movies that Derek was familiarised with, a mix between nostalgia and billboards. But what really threw him a curveball was the orange sweater splayed neatly at the bottom. And a note laying innocently on top with a large smiley face staring up at him.

Derek knew it was probably a bad idea, but he ignored the note and dragged the sweater up to his face and inhaled. It smelled of nothing but artificial orange flavouring. Derek inhaled deeper. And the smell of peanut butter cups and spice burst behind his eyelids.

He shakily turned the note over and read the chicken scratch sentence.

Use it wisely, young Padawan.

Derek inhaled the smell of the sweater again with a smile. It smelt of Oranges. But his smile was for a window and whiskey eyes.

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[darkjediqueen]

Unspoken

Title: Unspoken Ratings: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom(s): Teen Wolf Category: M/M Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Tags: A Very Sterek Fall Fest 2020, One-Shot, Pack is Family, Alternate Universe Summary: It's the unspoken things that usually are the ones that are needed to be said. Word Count: 7,813 Year: Future Spoilers: Everything Notes: For @averysterekfall Theme of Rain Storm, Monster (Movies), Harvest Moon, and Pack Gathering. Beta: Grammarly

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[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

Nighttime Runs and Warm Beds

Summary: Derek returns home from a run to find a familiar body in his bed.

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Intercrural Sex, Hand Job, Sleepy Sex

Pairing: Sterek

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1248

This is my addition to @averysterekfall, as well as today's Kinktober prompt (Intercrural Sex)

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[fairydustedtheory]

Come join the fun this  🍂🍁Fall 🍁🍂

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Since it’s spooky season, this has a perfect time to delve deeper into more Teen Wolf and lore. So far, it’s been really fun to geek out over monsters, mythology and all things supernatural again. To do that (for a fandom that’s still newish to me) has helped me loosen up my expectations, look forward to trying new things, and I’ve been slowly getting back on track to finish up current art and fic WIPs. I guess this was the breath of fresh air I needed get out of that corner of roadblocks and feeling stuck. It seems to be working! I’m still getting my feet wet with Sterek (a ship I didn’t know I needed and one I adore sooo much). So, here’s a little something for @averysterekfall! I may have let this one run away, since there’s art AND a triple drabble that go together. :D If you like Teen Wolf and Supernatural references/crossovers, this might be your cuppa. Cheers and enjoy! Title: It’s Enough For Now (<- on AO3) Rating: G WC: 300 (w/ art) Tags: Autumn, Blankets, Comfort, Huddling For Warmth, Feelings Realization, Uncertainty, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Episode: s01e11 Scarecrow (Supernatural), POV Stiles Stilinski, Monster of the Week, Exhaustion, Pagan Gods, Mixed Media, Digital Art, Triple Drabble Summary: “You know, I could get another blanket,” Stiles points out, breaking the silence. “Or let me grab my hoodie from the couch—”   “It’s fine,” Derek interjects in a low voice. He tugs the blanket gently, pulling Stiles closer. “Stiles…” [Or, Stiles and Derek end up sharing a blanket after coming back from the pack's latest supernatural adventure.]

[elisela]

we’re still writing pages sterek, marrish, divorced besties stiles & lydia for @averysterekfall 

Autumn is Stiles’ favorite time of the year—leaves are falling, the air is getting crisp, the whole of Market Street smells like cinnamon, and he gets to spend Saturday mornings watching his daughter tear around a football field like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

Okay, he’d be a little happier if someone stopped scheduling pee-wee football games at nine in the morning, but it’s not so bad. At least their first game is at home, which means he can stumble out of bed half an hour before it starts, shower, and walk down to the high school football field where their games are played and still be on time. And his ex-wife clearly still loves him because she’d texted him that she picked up coffee for both of them, so the only detour he has to make is into the bakery where he can pick up two apple cider donuts and a pumpkin muffin, and he’s done.

Audrey’s already on the field when he gets there—both donuts devoured, sugar wiped from the corners of his mouth—and she waves excitedly when she sees him, helmet dangling from her fingertips. He waves back, points over to where her coaches are gathering the rest of the players, and waits until she’s trotted off to look up at the bleachers and make his way to Lydia.

“Hey,” he says, handing over the white paper bag with the muffin and smacking a kiss on her cheek.

She hands him a cup, which he takes a grateful sip of, and leans into him briefly. “Where’s your dad?”

“Finishing up a shift,” Stiles answers. The coffee’s good, just what he needs, which doesn’t surprise him. They may be coming up on being divorced for longer than they were married, but Lydia still knows him better than almost anyone. “He said he’d get here if he could, but he’ll be there for lunch either way.”

“Please tell me we aren’t planning on going to the diner again.” Lydia’s face, when he sneaks a look, is pale.

“Smell of fried food still bothering you?” he asks, and she nods. He wrinkles his nose and slides an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side-hug. “How does pizza at home sound?”

“Better,” she says. She pats his knee before she straightens up, smoothing the wrinkled hem of her dress down over her leggings, hand running over her baby bump before resting it there. “Jordan said you had a date last night.”

“Jordan needs to keep his mouth shut,” he says, without much bite. “It was just drinks. Awkward as hell. Zero chance of a second date.” The kids break out of their huddle then and jog towards the fifty yard line; Stiles seizes the opportunity to change the subject. “Hey, what’s the plan for Audrey’s birthday?”

Audrey’s birthday isn’t for another two months, but it works; Lydia’s got her phone out in an instant, reading through a list of ideas, and Stiles sits back and enjoys the football game.

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[voidboymads]

Fanart for @snarkatthemoon's fic How Many Pumpkins Is Too Many Pumpkins?

For The Works of A Very Sterek Fall Fest @averysterekfall here on AO3

(Art tagged with my Insta Handle!)