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Day 5: Wolf Moon

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Summary: Derek was a good brother who went to Starbucks to get Laura her ridiculously over-priced Peppermint Mocha Lattes to post on her Instagram. She didn't need to know that Derek wasn't going back because he was secretly a converted Starbucks fan, but for the cute barista leaving him notes - and who is quite possibly Derek's mate.

A/N: Day 1 of @averysterekwinter​. Theme: Compliments. This is a little late but real life was kicking my ass six ways to Sunday, literally.

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Derek wasn’t new to compliments. He was well aware of how he looked and what scents his body tended to elicit. Though this was very much a first.

Are you a beaver? Because damn. What was Derek even supposed to do with that? And it didn’t stop there, oh no. Your smile is proof that the best things in life are free. Derek felt pretty justified in not understanding what was going on. Was it meant to be an insult? Or a compliment?  

Laura wheezed on the floor – being entirely unhelpful when she was the one who got Derek into this mess in the first place.   Though Derek had been the one swindled into going to Starbucks – on a Sunday, no less – just so Laura could have her ridiculous order of a Peppermint Mocha Latte to post on her Instagram. Something to do with aesthetics. Derek didn’t know what was so aesthetic about ordering a holiday drink in the middle of January – or paying a ridiculous amount for a fancy version of peppermint flavoured hot chocolate.

Walking Through the Storm

Day 3: Ice/Snow ==>  Post-Apocalytpic - Nuclear Winter AU

Give me all the feels for Stiles stranded in New-York, determined to reach Beacon Hill where his dad is before the Ice Age settles in. And who does he meet on the way? 

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Summary: Stiles was used to California's balmy winters and light rain showers - who needs snow anyway? But Stiles was not used to raging rainstorms that leave him stranded for hot guys to pick up. Now, if only Stiles can get through this without wanting to lay down and die from exposure to too much cuteness.

A/N: Day 2 of @averysterekwinter​. Theme: California Winter. I’ve got a couple more to post so hopefully I can get them out in time :)

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Okay as a California native, Stiles knows that they aren’t exactly known for their conventional white winters – or lack thereof. Their climate was more balmy - even in the middle of January - with the occurring rain shower here and there. Point being, rain was definitely a part of being a California native.

This, though? This was ridiculous.

Stiles was not prepared for a rainstorm. And neither was Roscoe.

Seriously, a fucking rainstorm? In California? And of course it just so happened to be when Stiles was so close to getting home, to getting to see his dad in person for the first time in months. Never mind the death of his beloved jeep. His loyal companion. His best friend through and through (sorry, Scotty). Stuck in a pothole while all Stiles could do was stand and watch.

Okay maybe he was being a tad dramatic. But it wasn’t like he could call someone to save his jeep when his phone was in said jeep. Stiles only has two options; try to save his jeep – again (the first time, he fell into a mud puddle, not fun) – or try and walk home in a downpour. Or he could wave down the car that was conveniently driving down the road at exactly the right moment.

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Day 2, Winter in California.

Winter surfing, of course.

As an habitant of a big costal town, of weather similar to California, I can tell you this is the best time to be surfing!

The darkness of humanity

In your eyes I see

The scars of its cruelty

But also its light

Its hope

Its resilience through tragedy

This is your glory

@averysterekwinter for Compliment, day 1.

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I decided for this week to try to worry less about perfection and hit more challenges.

When I first read the challenge, I though “Okay, but what’s Wolf Moon exactly?”

Which is how I discovered Native Americans have names for each moons, including our memorable Worm Moon. (Does that means born wolves follow Native Americans traditions? That americans born wolves do? That the Hale did?)

One explanation about how this name originated is that wolves were frequently heard howling at this time of year.

People used to think that wolves howled a lot in winter due to hunger, but now we know they make these vocalizations for different reasons, including strengthening social bonds and communicating while hunting.

I immediately though about how it migh have been a Hale tradition: a night run under the Wolf Moon, with pack, to howl to each other in the padded silence of the winter’s night.

How sad it must be, now. How heartwrenching.

Belated Day 4: Winter Gear

In honor of the fic of Tail89, Aposematism.

archiveofourown.org/works/29019168

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Thank you for everyone who followed my participation to A Very Sterek Winter and those who participated.

I’m over the time constraint unfortunately, so everything from now on won’t be added to the collection. Our wonderfull event organisators @fairydustedtheory and @dearericbittle permit me to still post under the tag. Thank you. I feel its important to tag it avsw because it’s the prompts, the participants and the mods who inspired me and helped me create. You’ll notice outside of these events, I don’t produce much, or at all, so I want thanks to go where it’s due.