Just saw your follow up post about wanting prompts via ask so here ya go. :) Hitchhiker AU wherein either Derek or Stiles is hitchhiking but werewolves are still a thing. (Honestly though, I look forward to whatever you may find interesting enough to write about. Have fun writing!) <3
Hi guys, so sorry for the delay! I’ve been moving and having to deal with all the chaos that comes along with it! Things are finally starting to settle down, so I’m hoping to have more time to write in the coming weeks. Anywho, this one is not about hitchhiking because I misremembered the prompt, but it’s based on a story I read on a creepy AskReddit thread + fic idea @blacktofade and I talked about weeks ago. (Also broke the “less than 1000 words” rule; this one is 1568 words.)
Stiles is lost. He suspects it happened at that weird six-way intersection, when he should have taken the slight right instead of straight through, but that was miles back, and he’s gotten so turned around that he couldn’t find his way back even if he wanted to - which he does but can’t, because he’s so far out in the middle of nowhere that his phone can’t find a signal, and the ancient GPS he digs out of the back sternly tells him that its maps are more than five years out of date and refuses to let him use it until he updates it.
So he’s well and truly lost. He just keeps driving, because he’s at least got most of a tank of gas left, and the roads are in pretty good condition, so he’s gotta hit a town sometime. The sun is beginning to set, but even if he has to sleep in his car overnight, he’s not worried - he’s got snacks, and a jug of water.
It’s only when he begins to wind his way up a mountain that he begins to feel a little anxious. No one would have taken the time to carve a road up the side of a mountain if there wasn’t something worthwhile on the other side, he tells himself. This isn’t some dirt track; there are guard rails on the sharp curves, and the lines look recently painted. Still, he doesn’t see a single car on the way up, and there’s hardly any shoulder - the trees press close to the edge of the road, forming dark arches overhead. It’s a lot darker with the forest around him, red light from the setting sun filtering through the branches.
It feels like hours before Stiles crests the mountain and begins heading back down the other side, but he’s flooded with relief at the sight of lights twinkling in the valley below - sweet civilization. Now he relaxes as he drives, safe in the knowledge that he’ll be able to figure out where he is soon, maybe get a call in to his dad before he starts worrying about not having heard from him. Stiles’ dad wasn’t entirely happy with Stiles’ brilliant idea of driving across the country to come home for his summer break, but everything considered, it’s been a smooth trip so far. This isn’t the first time he’s gotten lost on this trip, although it’s certainly the longest he’s been off-course, but hey, the end’s in sight - even with this detour, he should be home by tomorrow night at the latest.
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