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Stiles loves Halloween, even if he's getting a bit old now to dress up and go trick or treating he can still take great joy in scaring the kids that come to the door. This year he's dressed up as the headless horseman (minus the horse). He spent a whole month making the fake head, its eyes glow and the top comes off to reveal candy. Sheriff Stilinski had rolled his eyes, Scott had laughed and Melissa had helped so that the head was anatomically correct. It was worth the effort because Stiles has already scared five groups of kids and it's not even seven o'clock yet.
Stiles and his friends have plans later, they're all going to a party at a club two towns over. Stiles even has a more age appropriate (less smothering) costumer. (He's dressing up as Spiderman, and the suit makes his butt look awesome. He'd even gotten an approving nod from Lydia when he'd showed her.)
There's another knock on the door and Stiles drops his textbooks and jumps over the back of the couch. He throws on the top half of his costume that hides his head and grabs the fake head/candy bowl.
He turns the doorknob slowly, lets the door swing open with an ominous squeak (this is why he won't let his Dad oil the hinge). The porch light is off, but there are a dozen jack-o-lanterns of various sizes littered around, all with little candles that create flickering shadows. As Stiles steps into view he lets out the most painful moan he can (he's been practicing and he's gotten pretty good).
"Trick or Treat!" And oh god, the cute little kid staring up at Stiles doesn't even flinch. He's got huge hazel eyes and the cheekiest smile. He's dressed up as batman and Stiles just wants to bounce at how cute he is. "Nice costume mister."
"Thannks..." Stiles groans and holds out the fake head, removing the top and offering the kid some candy. The kid cheers and dives in and only then does Stiles look up. And oh dear lord of all things holy! There is a really hot dude standing behind the kid, there's a toddler in his arms, a little girl who looks sleepy (she’s dressed as little red riding hood) and is resting her head against the guys broad shoulder. Stiles wants to fucking drool because not only is the guy hot, but he's dressed up as a werewolf! The big bad wolf and little red, Stiles wants to coo. He has fangs and a tail and ears and a ripped white shirt splattered with fake blood under and amazing leather jacket and all of that is amplified by how good he looks with a kid in his arms. And then the little girls lets out a huge yawn and Stiles is so gone.
Stiles pulls off the top of his costume and puts it with the candy bowl on the table besides the door. There is a bag of huge lollipops on the table to, Stiles was planning to keep them for him and Scott but who is he to deny such cuties. Stiles drops one into the little boy’s candy bucket and tucks the other into the little girl’s basket, which she is clutching close to her chest with one hand.
“A special treat for the bravest kids in town.” Stiles says, grinning first at the kids and then at really hot guy. “Are they yours?” Stiles asks as he backs away, back into the doorway of the house.
“Just this one,” The guy hefts the little girl higher onto his shoulder to demonstrate then waves a hand at the little boy. “He’s my nephew.”
“Wow, I’m really jealous of you and your wife, she’s adorable.” Stiles smiles, he’s always wanted kids, but he’s never thought anyone would be interested. And the guy in front of him is ridiculously gorgeous, honestly who wouldn’t be jealous of such a family.
“Not married…” The guy mutters and he’s looking down and kind of blushing and Stiles kind of wants to faint.
“Oh…” Stiles blinks, “I mean, that’s fine. I mean, single parents are cool. I know quite a few. I’ve only got my Dad and my best friend Scott’s only got his Mum so, yea. Not that I don’t know people who are happily married with kids, um… I mean, family is family.” And oh god, Stiles needs to shut up. Because the guy is looking at him like he’s crazy. And yea, Stiles is a bit crazy, but Stiles doesn’t want really hot dude to know that (not yet, his brain screams and maybe it should be Really Hot Dude or Really Hot Dad, with capitals because that distinction is important for some reason.)
“Um… yea, I’m Stiles by the way. You should probably know my name now that I’ve rambled at you, don’t mind me.” Really Hot Dude/Dad blinks, but the little boy chooses that moment to interrupt.
“I’m Patrick and that’s Sophie and Uncle Derek. I like you. Will you date Uncle Derek? Because Mommy says Uncle Derek is lonely and needs to get lay…” Derek covers Patrick’s mouth right at that moment, which is probably a good thing because the kid talks nearly as much as Stiles.
“Alright, enough.” Derek says, shaking his head and removing his hand from Patrick’s mouth. “Say thank you to Stiles.” Patrick huffs, but does as he’s told.
“Thank you Stiles.” He says in that sing-song way that seems ingrained in school children.
“T’anks.” Sophie says and Stiles wants to coo at how cute she sounds. She lifts her head just enough to look at Stiles with huge, sleepy green eyes, eyes the same colour as Derek’s. Damn. Derek smiles too, just a little and leads Patrick away. Stiles stands in the doorway watching them go and we wants to kick himself. He should have given Derek his number, or gotten Derek’s or maybe even just asked Derek if he wanted to have coffee. But there is no way that Derek doesn’t have a dozen other people chasing after him, not when he looks like that and he has a daughter and he seems so good with kids. And oh dear god Stiles is such an idiot.
“Wait a sec!” Derek stops, turns around and raised one perfect eyebrow in Stiles’s direction. “One sec!” Stiles races inside and grabs a sticky-note off the table. He scribbles his name and number across it then runs back to the front door. He grabs a Mars bar out of the fake head and sticks the sticky-note to it before racing out the door and down the front steps. He can feel his cheeks burning and he ends up staring at Derek’s (really hot, stubble covered) chin rather than his actual face.
“If you decide you ever need a babysitter or you know, want to have dinner. With me. Then you can, um, call me… or text, I’m a good texter.” Stiles lifts his head and looks at Derek, feels Derek’s hand as he takes the Mars bar and sticky-note from Stiles’s.
“Okay,” Derek says, sounding perfectly calm (bastard.) Then he’s tucking the chocolate and Stiles’s note into his pocket and Stiles can only smile and try not to explode with joy. “Bye Stiles.” Stiles watches them go, watches Derek walk away holding Sophie, watches Sophie wave over Derek’s shoulder (and of course Stiles waves back), and watches Patrick skip down the street.
“Derek and Stiles sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I…”
“Patrick!” Derek shouts and Patrick falls into a fit of giggles. And maybe Stiles laughs too, he’s totally allowed, because he gave Derek his number and Derek took it.