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“Hey, I’m just gonna close my eyes for a bisldghzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”

*Alpha drools*

“Uh, Derek…”

Sooo..here’s to a great new year with success and good friends to lean on along the way

(and less fail like a certain alpha )

Calling All Scerek Shippers

There comes a point in every fan’s life where they think to themselves, ‘Man, I wish there was more fic/fanart/meta/gifsets for X pairing.’ Then that fan finds other fans who feel the same, those fans get organized, and plan a fest or an event to promote their ship. That, my friends, is how Scerek Week was born.

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Who's Your Paddy?

Scott McCall lowered the hood of his cobalt blue hoodie, unzipping it and revealing the lettering on the emerald green tee beneath as he let the school's doors close behind him. Shivering for a moment, Scott bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, rubbing his hands together and breathing on them. But surprised as he felt at how cold and windy it was for mid-March in California, he couldn't control the spread of the mischievous grin that began to dominate his face as he spotted Stiles a few yards ahead trying and failing to open his locker. Sneaking up behind his best friend, his roguish smirk reaching all the way to his eyes, Scott reached out and pinched Stiles hard.

"What the hell, man?! We're not in grade school anymore." Stiles spun around, rubbing his forearm which was turning pink around the spot where he'd been pinched, "Besides, I am wearing green. You just can't see it." Stiles reached down, grabbing a hold of the leg of his jeans, momentarily causing Scott to take a step back and his eyes to widen. Stiles rolled his eyes and lifted his pant leg, "See? Green socks."

"Heh, I knew that." Scott blushed, "What, you didn't think I expected you to show off your undies right here in the hall, did ya? Besides, you don't own green undies." "Don't I?" Stiles quirked an eyebrow, "And since I AM wearing green, you know what I get to do now, right?" Stiles balled his hand into a fist. "Easy, easy!" Scott laughed, banging on Stiles' locker and opening it for him, "See, no need for violence! I even opened your locker for you and everything!" "Thanks, man!" Stiles grabbed a couple books from his locker and put them in his bag, then plowed his fist hard but playfully into Scott's shoulder, nodding to himself in satisfaction. "Ooof!" Scott exclaimed, taken off guard, "Okay, we even now?" "Just consider yourself lucky. I could've picked the other option, y'know." Stiles smirked. "What other option?" Scott scratched the back of his head, scrunching his eyes in embarrassment, "There's another option? You were wearing green, so you get to hit me. That's it, right?" Stiles sighed in exasperation, his jaw dropping as he looked at Scott, dumbfounded, "You're still going around pinching people on St. Patrick's Day, but you don't even remember the rules? Well, don't look at me! I wanna see what Danny does when you pinch him!" ~*~ Waving at Stiles as he drove away after dropping him off at home, Scott paused at the front door, his hand hovering momentarily above the knob. Dropping his hand and shifting the weight of his bag more comfortably across his shoulder, he turned around and started heading down the road toward Derek's charred, derelict family home. With Gerard out of the picture, Derek had finally felt safe enough to return, leaving the rusted old train car behind. Scott sighed heavily, remembering the look of betrayal on Derek's face. He felt stupid, not being able to put it behind him, but he couldn't stop beating himself up about deceiving Derek like he had. The fact that his plan had worked seemed to help, and Derek had mostly returned to his gruff but well-meaning self. Still, Scott couldn't help envisioning Derek sulking or training, completely oblivious to anything as trivial as St. Patrick's Day. He couldn't believe he was going to go through with it, but somehow he knew he had to pinch the Alpha. There was no way Derek was wearing green. No. Way. And even though he'd pretend to think Scott was being stupid and immature, Scott knew that deep down he'd just be glad for the moment of normalcy. After all, without a family around to mess with him, who would dare to pinch Derek Hale? With that thought in mind, Scott smirked and raised his fist to knock on the door. Knuckles meeting with nothing but air, Scott's hand froze momentarily as Derek's face appeared at the now open door, "What?" With his eyes, Scott quickly raked Derek's figure from head to toe, searching for any hint of green in his outfit. All black. Perfect! Raising his eyebrows in a look that was equal parts "what the hell am I doing" and "this is gonna be GOOOOD", Scott reached out and pinched a perplexed but curious looking Derek firmly on the arm, "Happy St. Patrick's Day, Derek! Guess ya should've worn green, huh!?" Derek was unflinching, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "Actually, Scott, I am wearing green. You just can't see it." Derek's hand casually dropped into his pocket, tugging just enough at the waist of his pants to expose a couple millimeters of green underwear, "So. You have two choices. A or B?" Derek's lips parted, his grin flashing his perfect teeth, his hazel eyes flashing as he curled his fingers into a menacing fist. Scott swallowed hard, silently cursing Stiles for not telling him what both options were. "Come on, Scott, don't keep me waiting!" Derek pounded his fist into his other hand.

"Fuck, hold on a sec...! Fine! Okay... I'll taaaake... B?" Scott raised his eyebrows hopefully, his big brown eyes narrowing and closing as he braced himself for the pain. "Wow. Interesting choice, Scott. Alright...!" Suddenly Derek's hands were grabbing him firmly around the waist, his lips pressing against his own, his day's growth of beard scratchy against his chin and his breath warm upon his cheek. Scott's eyes flew open, his own breath catching in his throat, leaving him speechless. But Derek's hands were falling away, releasing his grip as he turned to head back inside, casually looking over his shoulder in Scott's direction, "Happy St. Patrick's Day, Scott!" Derek firmly closed the door behind him, leaving Scott staring vacantly at it, his heart pounding. Several minutes later, as if waking from a trance, he finally wrestled himself from the spot, heading back down the path toward home, a soft, confused smile on his face. "Happy St. Patrick's Day, Derek." he mumbled.

Headcanon: They just fought together side by side, battling the other alphas. The fight was insanely brutal and they barely made it out alive, both saving each other more than once, but finally Scott realized how good a team they make, and how badly Derek has always just wanted to keep him safe. So finally he legitimately agrees to join his pack. Derek is beat up as hell, but though his body feels like shit, he almost feels like smiling, like some kind of desperate void has been filled, replaced by a warm, comforting joy that's slowly flooding his spirit, threatening to overwhelm him. So he pushes it down and forgets about it, keeping the foreign feeling of happiness at a low, thrumming level where he can still breathe, still function and just stand next to Scott, leaning on each other for strength, knowing they've got each other's backs... finally.

Scott still likes pinching his friends when they don't wear green on St. Patrick's Day, but gets himself in trouble when his friends are all secretly wearing hidden green. (reposting to wish everyone a Happy St. Patrick's Day!)

A late Easter fic set in the same series as Who’s Your Paddy.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Scott McCall Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Alan Deaton Additional Tags: Easter Egg Hunt, Sappy, Ridiculous, Fluff and Crack Series: Part 2 of Scerek Holiday Summary:

The day before Easter, Scott can't seem to catch a break as his luck goes from bad to worse while working at the animal clinic. Only two weeks after his strange St. Patty's Day encounter with Derek Hale, Scott is unprepared for yet another odd meeting. But maybe Derek is exactly what he needed to turn his bad day around.

(Special thanks to Javana for requesting this sequel!)

Even on vacation, Derek is still a creeper.

Happy Scerek Week - Day 2, everybody! Piña Colada Boy - Chapter 2 is officially up!

x

Edit: Accidentally posted an older version of the first two chapters. Have updated them to the current version now. Just a few minor differences, but my apologies anyway!!

Scerek Saturday! Saturday Scerek! Day 4 of Scerek Week and it's so great seeing the new content people are posting! Welp! Chapter four is up and ready to read! Enjoy! Chapter 4

Scerek, Hot and Sweaty: A Guide to Physical Fitness

Day 5 of Scerek Week! I don't want it to end, and yet here I am, running out of written chapters! Only one more left before I run out and have to write more, haha. If you've enjoyed the story so far and would like to see it continued, please let me know. I'll likely be gauging how much of a priority to make it based on feedback (primarily because I love feedback more than baked goods, fried food or oxygen). Thanks so much to those of you who've been leaving kudos and comments. I appreciate immensely. Anyway, enjoy chapter 5 and I'll see you tomorrow! :D

~Ch. 5~

Always wear protection the first time you use a punching bag.

Day 6 of Scerek Week and the last already written chapter is up. Hugs, love and copious thanks to those who have been leaving me comments on almost every chapter! It makes me SO happy to see you guys getting so engaged! At this point, you're all definitely making me feel motivated enough to continue the story, though it'll probably be more like a chapter per week. Maybe I'll celebrate "Scerek Saturdays" for a while and try to make that my designated posting day. Welp! Anyway, enjoy chapter six and the final days of Scerek Week!! I know I will! <3

~Ch. 6~

Wait a minute, are you suuure this isn't a Sciles fic? (It's not.)

Hey everybody! It's been a doozy to write, but the latest chapter of Piña Colada Boy is up and ready to read. Heads up: Derek's not in this chapter, but on the bright side, bromance abounds and hopefully some burning questions have been answered. :P Enjoy! (And have a great weekend!! :D )

~Ch. 7~

Even superpowered werewolves lose their cell phones sometimes.

UGH!! I have been tweaking and rewriting this chapter all freaking weak and I STILL didn't get it out as early as I wanted to! But at last, your Saturday update is upon you! Enjoy, and have a great weekend! :D

~Ch. 8~

At last! Chapter 9 is complete! I sincerely suspect that my puppy did not want me to finish this chapter in time, but despite her most adorable and playful efforts, I managed to come through for you guys. Enjoy! ~Ch. 9~

How the heck did what was supposed to be a fluff fic get so serious?! O_O; However it is that this insanity came to pass, chapter 10 of Piña Colada Boy is officially up and ready for reading. Since next Saturday is Thanksgiving weekend, I will in all likelihood not be posting a chapter next week. Thanks for bearing with me, and I hope those of you who celebrate have a delicious, wonderful holiday. May your cranberries be fresh and your pumpkin pie be magically devoid of calories.

~Chapter 10~

ALRIGHT PEOPLE! Finally! It is 4:19 AM and at last I am finished with chapter eleven of Piña Colada Boy! I know it's not technically Saturday anymore, but HEY...! We had an insane ice storm here in Dallas causing a power outage for nearly 24 hours. And for the record, my heater is electric so you can imagine how many layers of clothing I've been wearing and how precious blankets quickly became. Anyway, yes, I do apologize for being so late in posting this week, but hopefully my reasons are understandable. I hope this chapter is enjoyable enough to make up for my tardiness. :) ~Chapter 11~