A very long night
Author: brightredhoodie
Title: A very long night
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles, Jackson/Lydia
Character/s: Derek, Erica, Stiles, Jackson, Lydia
Summary: There’s a party and a fire and marshmallows and a very drunken Stiles. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 999
Prompt: #7 Fire
Author's Notes:
This is part two of my college au story, Written in the Stars. Also, oh, god, getting this to under a thousand words was hard.
“Oh, come on, Derek!” Erica demands, pouting. “I’ve never been to a party before and this one is open to everyone. I’m going and I’m not going alone.”
“So, let me see if I have this straight,” Derek says as he shoves a few more books onto the shelves. “You ask me to come to the library, make me help you shelve the books and demand that I go to a party.” He raises an eyebrow at her quizzically. “Remind me why I’m friends with you again?”
“Because,” Erica huffs, blowing a strand of frizzy blond hair out of her face. “I’m the only one on this entire campus that puts up with you.”
“Not the only one,” Derek says. Erica’s eyes light up and instantly, he regrets having said anything.
“You mean to tell me you actually spoke to someone else?” She starts out almost shouting but quickly remembers they are, in fact, in a library and quickly goes quiet.
“Actually, he spoke to me. He kind of wouldn’t shut up.” Derek says and again, he regrets it.
“Okay, well now we have to go.”
Derek sighs. He knows there’s no getting out of it now.
Two days later, Derek finds himself being dragged to the insipid start of the year party being held at the biggest fraternity on campus.
They walk around the back to find a huge crowd of people and more kegs than Derek cares to count. There’s also a big bonfire that is probably a really bad idea, considering how drunk everyone is or is about to get. There are also, oddly enough, a bunch of people who Derek assumes are pledge, dressed up in tuxedos handing out drinks.
The second Erica spots one of the pledges she bursts out giggling and says, “This is the best party ever!” She runs off towards one of them and grabs a violently pink drink from his tray. Derek is about to follow her when she starts chatting up the guy in the tuxedo so he decides to go over to the table in the back where they have some food that he doesn’t have to talk to anyone to get to. He spends a few seconds deciding between ketchup or dill pickle chips and in the end just decides to go for both.
When he turns around, he realizes he has no idea where Erica is.
He looks for her for nearly an hour. She isn’t near the food, she isn’t near the fire and she isn’t on the porch. He’s tried texting her four separate times and she hasn’t replied.
It makes him a bit nervous, that he can’t get a hold of her, so instead of doing what he wants to do which is leave and pretend he never came here, he walks over to the fire, hoping that it’s just that her phone died and that if he stays in one place, she’ll find him.
He doesn’t find Erica by the fire, but he does find someone else - the kid from last night, Stiles.
And Stiles, by this point in the evening, is full on drunk. He’s spilling his drink every time he moves and he’s got one of the sticks that have been placed by the fire for marshmallows or whatever. He’s waving it around as he yells at some terrified kid about the merits of the avengers versus the justice league and Derek can’t help but laugh.
This gets Stiles attention and he calls out, “Hi, Terry Pratchett!” The kid Stiles was talking at uses this as an opportunity to run away and Stiles walks over, dropping his cup in the process. “I didn’t actually catch your name last night,” Stiles says with the sort of bright, bubbly smile used only by the very inebriated.
“Derek,” Derek says.
“Huh?” say Stiles, still smiling.
“Maybe I’ll just...” Derek trails off as he reaches for the very pointy, very dangerous stick Stiles is still waving around.
“No!” Stiles shouts. “I had to fight off three other guys for this.”
“Okay, well can I -” Derek starts, trying to ask Stiles if he can see it (so he can throw it in the fire) when Stiles points at the nearest table and goes, “Ooh, look, Terry! Marshmallows!” He drops his now mostly empty cup, grabs Derek by the hand and starts dragging him off.
“My name is not -” Derek mutters. “Oh, never mind.”
Stiles drags him over to the marshmallows and immediately sets to work stuffing six marshmallows on the stick. Derek makes a last grab for the thing, knowing that if Stiles + Pointy Stick = Dangerous, then Stiles + Pointy Stick + Fire = Even Worse. But Stiles just darts out of the way, smiling again. “Come on!” he says.
Derek sighs, follows him over to the fire and watches as the flames lick at the marshmallows, burning them to a big, sticky, sugary mess. Stiles jerks the stick out of the fire just a few seconds too late, and starts waving it around. He yelps and suddenly, everyone within ten feet gets out of his way.
In a last ditch effort at preventing ultimate disaster, Derek steals a cup from someone and pours it out onto the burning marshmallows.
This is a big mistake because the cup (obviously) is full of alcohol, which is entirely flammable, which Derek would have known if he’d thought about it for five seconds or if he’d ever been to a party before.
The fire gets bigger and Stiles really starts freaking out. “Oh, my god!” he screams. “Help!”
One of the bigger, older and clearly not as drunk students grabs the stick away from Stiles and throws it into the fire. The fire surges for a second, then returns to normal. The student, clearly thinking thoughts along the lines of ‘stupid freshman’ scowls, then heads back into the crowd.
Stiles just laughs.
And that is when Derek knows that this is going to be a very long night.
Title: A very long night
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Derek/Stiles, Jackson/Lydia
Character/s: Derek, Erica, Stiles, Jackson, Lydia
Summary: There’s a party and a fire and marshmallows and a very drunken Stiles. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 999
Prompt: #7 Fire
Author's Notes:
This is part two of my college au story, Written in the Stars. Also, oh, god, getting this to under a thousand words was hard.
“Oh, come on, Derek!” Erica demands, pouting. “I’ve never been to a party before and this one is open to everyone. I’m going and I’m not going alone.”
“So, let me see if I have this straight,” Derek says as he shoves a few more books onto the shelves. “You ask me to come to the library, make me help you shelve the books and demand that I go to a party.” He raises an eyebrow at her quizzically. “Remind me why I’m friends with you again?”
“Because,” Erica huffs, blowing a strand of frizzy blond hair out of her face. “I’m the only one on this entire campus that puts up with you.”
“Not the only one,” Derek says. Erica’s eyes light up and instantly, he regrets having said anything.
“You mean to tell me you actually spoke to someone else?” She starts out almost shouting but quickly remembers they are, in fact, in a library and quickly goes quiet.
“Actually, he spoke to me. He kind of wouldn’t shut up.” Derek says and again, he regrets it.
“Okay, well now we have to go.”
Derek sighs. He knows there’s no getting out of it now.
Two days later, Derek finds himself being dragged to the insipid start of the year party being held at the biggest fraternity on campus.
They walk around the back to find a huge crowd of people and more kegs than Derek cares to count. There’s also a big bonfire that is probably a really bad idea, considering how drunk everyone is or is about to get. There are also, oddly enough, a bunch of people who Derek assumes are pledge, dressed up in tuxedos handing out drinks.
The second Erica spots one of the pledges she bursts out giggling and says, “This is the best party ever!” She runs off towards one of them and grabs a violently pink drink from his tray. Derek is about to follow her when she starts chatting up the guy in the tuxedo so he decides to go over to the table in the back where they have some food that he doesn’t have to talk to anyone to get to. He spends a few seconds deciding between ketchup or dill pickle chips and in the end just decides to go for both.
When he turns around, he realizes he has no idea where Erica is.
He looks for her for nearly an hour. She isn’t near the food, she isn’t near the fire and she isn’t on the porch. He’s tried texting her four separate times and she hasn’t replied.
It makes him a bit nervous, that he can’t get a hold of her, so instead of doing what he wants to do which is leave and pretend he never came here, he walks over to the fire, hoping that it’s just that her phone died and that if he stays in one place, she’ll find him.
He doesn’t find Erica by the fire, but he does find someone else - the kid from last night, Stiles.
And Stiles, by this point in the evening, is full on drunk. He’s spilling his drink every time he moves and he’s got one of the sticks that have been placed by the fire for marshmallows or whatever. He’s waving it around as he yells at some terrified kid about the merits of the avengers versus the justice league and Derek can’t help but laugh.
This gets Stiles attention and he calls out, “Hi, Terry Pratchett!” The kid Stiles was talking at uses this as an opportunity to run away and Stiles walks over, dropping his cup in the process. “I didn’t actually catch your name last night,” Stiles says with the sort of bright, bubbly smile used only by the very inebriated.
“Derek,” Derek says.
“Huh?” say Stiles, still smiling.
“Maybe I’ll just...” Derek trails off as he reaches for the very pointy, very dangerous stick Stiles is still waving around.
“No!” Stiles shouts. “I had to fight off three other guys for this.”
“Okay, well can I -” Derek starts, trying to ask Stiles if he can see it (so he can throw it in the fire) when Stiles points at the nearest table and goes, “Ooh, look, Terry! Marshmallows!” He drops his now mostly empty cup, grabs Derek by the hand and starts dragging him off.
“My name is not -” Derek mutters. “Oh, never mind.”
Stiles drags him over to the marshmallows and immediately sets to work stuffing six marshmallows on the stick. Derek makes a last grab for the thing, knowing that if Stiles + Pointy Stick = Dangerous, then Stiles + Pointy Stick + Fire = Even Worse. But Stiles just darts out of the way, smiling again. “Come on!” he says.
Derek sighs, follows him over to the fire and watches as the flames lick at the marshmallows, burning them to a big, sticky, sugary mess. Stiles jerks the stick out of the fire just a few seconds too late, and starts waving it around. He yelps and suddenly, everyone within ten feet gets out of his way.
In a last ditch effort at preventing ultimate disaster, Derek steals a cup from someone and pours it out onto the burning marshmallows.
This is a big mistake because the cup (obviously) is full of alcohol, which is entirely flammable, which Derek would have known if he’d thought about it for five seconds or if he’d ever been to a party before.
The fire gets bigger and Stiles really starts freaking out. “Oh, my god!” he screams. “Help!”
One of the bigger, older and clearly not as drunk students grabs the stick away from Stiles and throws it into the fire. The fire surges for a second, then returns to normal. The student, clearly thinking thoughts along the lines of ‘stupid freshman’ scowls, then heads back into the crowd.
Stiles just laughs.
And that is when Derek knows that this is going to be a very long night.