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This genuinely looks so good, how much time do yall spend on these . .

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An embroidery of the Wikipedia page for embroidery.

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"C'mon Scott, it's Halloween!!" 

"Every day is Halloween for us Stiles," Scott sighed, picking at the food on his lunch tray.

"Not every day!" Stiles tried to protest, but when Scott gave him a look, Stiles relented slightly. "Okay, sure, every day can feel like Halloween when you're a teenage werewolf, but hear me out!!"

"Here you out about what?" Lydia asked as she and Allison joined the table, setting down their trays. 

"Scott's saying he doesn't want to do anything for Halloween!" Stiles whined slightly. 

It was childish, he knew, to whine about this, but Halloween had always been Stiles' favorite. The decorations, the atmosphere of fall and fun, dressing up, and getting to be something else other than yourself. Not to mention the candy! 

"What did you have in mind?" Erica asked as she, Isaac, and Boyd sat across from them. 

"It's not like I want to go trick or treating or anything," Stiles explained. "I just thought it would be fun to spend it together and celebrate. Though handing out candy would be fun." 

"We could watch scary movies," Boyd suggested. 

"Or we would walk some of the more decorated neighborhoods to look at the lights," Isaac added. 

"Normal stuff!" Stiles pointed out as he looked pleadingly at Scott. 

"Where would we even meet?" Scott countered. 

"Any of our houses would work," Lydia said practically. "Except maybe Allison's." 

"That's a good point," Allison agreed. "Dad's come a long way accepting my friendship with the pack, but I don't think he would be thrilled if I brought the pack home."

"We could ask Derek if we can use the loft!" Erica offered, enthusiasm warming her voice. 

"Costumes?" Stiles asked. 

"Optional?" Lydia offered the compromise, and Stiles nodded. 

"I'm good with that!" Stiles couldn't help his growing smile. "And if we don't want to commit to a full movie, we could look up Halloween episodes of TV shows we like!" 

"Oh, I like that idea!" Allison looked at Scott, hopefully. "What do you think?" 

Scott sighed again, but before he could answer, Stiles chimed in one more time:

"C'mon Scott, it'll be like when we were little!" 

That sentiment, along with Stiles' pleading eyes, was enough for Scott to give in with a reluctant smile. 

"I'm clearly outvoted. Who's house should we use?" 

"I think it depends on how late we'll be staying," Lydia said, ever the practical hostess. "Do we want to spend the night?" 

The group debated for a while who's house to use, and the pros and cons of the different locations weighed and considered. The Loft vs the Lake House. The Lake House vs Scotts House. Scott's house vs Stiles' House and, of course, Stiles' house vs the Loft. Full circle a few times before it was eventually decided that Stiles' house was the best choice, not only because his street got a decent amount of foot traffic and trick-or-treaters but because Stiles had the most movie options. 

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"I still think every day is Halloween for us," Scott said by way of greeting when he arrived at Stiles' house after school. 

"And today, it's for everyone!" Stiles grinned, tossing a pack of Reese's pieces to the grumpy werewolf. "So you'll just have to deal with it. Nice costume, by the way." 

"It was easy enough," Scott shrugged. He was wearing a set of scrubs and had a stethoscope around his neck. "I didn't even have to steal anything." 

"I resent that comment," Stiles laughed. "I didn't steal anything either!" 

"So you just happened to have a leather jacket lying around?" 

"For your information, I borrowed it from Isaac," Stiles huffed. 

"He's lucky it fit," Isaac teased as the two entered the living room. The were' was lounging on the couch in a white T-shirt and jeans. The T-shirt had been written on with a Sharpie to say, 'This is my costume.' "He's kind of short," Isaac said. 

"Am I short or are you just freakishly tall?" Stiles shot back. 

"What are you supposed to be anyway?" Scott asked, plopping on the couch next to Isaac. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Stiles' grin had a hint of mischief now. "Here I'll give you a hint!" 

Stiles crossed to the furthest side of the room and struck a pose. His hands in his pockets, feet apart, and something close to a glare on his face as he stared at Scott. Scott stared back for a minute, thinking before he burst into laughter. 

"Are you Derek?" He managed to gasp between peals of laughter. 

Stiles dropped the glare, his face lighting up at Scott's delight. 

"Yeah! He'll probably kill me for it, but it's still a good costume!" 

"I know I said he didn't steal it, but if Derek asks, he absolutely did," Isaac grinned too, but before he could say more, he cocked his head towards the door.

"They back with the pizza?" Stiles asked, and Isaac nodded. 

Scott could hear them all now, too. 

"Perfect timing. It sounds like Lydia is here, too. Allison's with her," Isaac reported what he could hear to Stiles' human ears. 

"Awesome! Scott, grab plates for us?" Stiles asked. 

"Sure," Scott stood, heading to the kitchen. 

When he came back, everyone was settling around the living room. 

Erica was in all black and had a pair of cat ears. Boyd didn't seem to be wearing a costume but had brought several bags of candy (both to share and to pass out). Allison had braided her hair over one shoulder and brought her bow for a simple Katniss costume. Lydia was in a simple green dress with fake ivy twined around her head in a crown. 

"Poison Ivy?" Scott asked as he handed out the plates. 

Lydia nodded. 

"It had been my plan for handing out candy at home so I figured I would still wear it!" 

"Ivy and Catwoman," Stiles joked "wish we had known there was a theme." 

"Don't worry, Stiles, you're still my Batman," Erica winked. 

The group fell into easy banter, occasionally interrupted by trick-or-treaters as it got later. Eventually, they put on the Addams Family Values just for the atmosphere, as they mostly kept talking and handing out candy. It wasn't far into the movie when Derek showed up. 

"Hey Sourwolf!" Stiles called from the couch when Derek followed Erica inside. 

"Erica said you were all hanging out for Halloween," Derek looked awkward as he explained. "She said I should come." 

"Absolutely!" Stiles grinned. Come sit. I think we have pizza still. Where did the box go?" 

Derek settled next to Stiles and was handed a plate with a couple of slices of pizza on it. He took a bite and subconsciously scanned the room as he ate, noting everyone's costumes or lack of costumes. He was confused by Stiles', though. The jacket was clearly Isaac's, and for the life of him, Derek couldn't figure out what Stiles was supposed to be. 

It was when Stiles was coming back from his turn to hand out candy that Derek finally asked.

"So what are you supposed to be?" 

Derek was confused by the giggles that broke out at his question. 

"Haven't figured it out yet, big guy?" Stiles smirked. "I'm you!" Stiles struck his pose and aimed his glare at Derek. "Back when you were a creeperwolf who would stare instead of actually communicating!" 

Everyone was laughing again, and Derek couldn't help a small smile. 

"Terrible," was all he said, and Stiles shrugged, his usual smile coming back. 

"At least I have a costume!" 

General protest broke out at this, and Stiles had to dodge thrown candy as he made his way back to his seat next to Derek. If Stiles took advantage of that fact to fuck himself closer to Derek (to use him as a shield), no one needed to know. 

And if, a couple of hours later, Derek casually put an arm around Stiles, who could blame him? He just needed to stretch; it was cramped on the couch. 

And if they were still like that, leaning into each other, fast asleep, surrounded by the pack (also asleep through the room, haphazardly covered with blankets and using each other as pillows), when the sheriff came home the next morning, who would be surprised? Certainly not Noah Stilinski, who snapped a few photos before grabbing some candy from the bowl on the table and heading upstairs. He could let them sleep. Questions could wait. 

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I ADORE this like SO MUCH I can't even add anything because I'm stuck on how perfect this is!!!

AU where Stiles and Derek are both in high school and they have this long standing rivalry that started years ago back when they were still in elementary school and they hate each other, absolutely despise each other. Do they remember why? Not really, but they do know they must beat the other at all costs.

Derek is captain of the basketball team and Stiles does track. They both have trophies and awards, Derek has won the state championship ever since he started playing, and Stiles gets gold or silver in all of his events during competitions. Their GPA is exactly the same, Stiles is a History genius and Derek always aces English. They both suck at Chemistry, and they hate Harris. It's the only thing they ever agree on.

The only other highlight of their high school career besides their epic and everlasting hate-hate relationship is the anonymous person they've been talking to through annotated books.

Stiles blames his impulsiveness, because one day in freshman year he picked up a book full of little notes in the margin of the pages in the library and decided to answer all of them with his own little insights. Somehow he ends up having entire conversations made in intervals of a few days, in the form of words written on paper.

Derek? Well, he likes to annotate books and have mini conversations with himself, and he uses a pencil to write them, it’s not like he’s permanently damaging school property or anything! He starts caring less and less about that, though, when someone starts leaving answers to his annotations, much more invested on the conversations than on the preservation of school property.

Now, years later, about eighty percent of the library's books contain little messages and full blown conversations between two complete strangers. Stiles and Derek are about to graduate, and neither of them knows who this other person is. Which is a tragedy because they're pretty sure this mysterious person is the love of their life.

Spoiler alert: they're right.

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“Oh, I see what’s going on,” John says quietly as he sidles up to Stiles out on the porch in front of the house.

“What?” Stiles asked, turning to his dad in confusion - away from the sight of Derek bent over under the Jeep’s hood to fix whatever was broken inside. “Derek’s helping me out so I don’t have to pay a shit ton of money for it to break again in a few months.”

“Mhm, and you’re standing here…?”

“Supervising,” Stiles quickly interjects, crossing his arms and staring back stubbornly back at the car - not Derek’s ass, thank you very much - but his cheeks started heating despite his efforts to stay cool.

“Supervising,” John says amused, lifting his coffee to take a sip and hide his smile. “Because…”

“I don’t trust anyone with Roscoe.” But it’s like Stiles can hear his own heart skip a beat and yeah, the sheriff needs to leave now. “Dad, don’t you have-”

“Because you like him,” John continues quietly, undeterred and yeah, Stiles wants to disappear right now, please.

“- better things to do, ohmygod. It’s not like that. He’s a friend. Please leave.” Stiles rests his crossed arms on the guardrail and hides his face in them.

The sheriff laughs lightly and pats his back. “You know you can’t lie to me. But relax. He can’t hear us.”

Stiles really wished he could tell his dad how wrong he was. Derek had most certainly heard every word.

“But remind me again how much you’re paying him?” John asks, eyeing the man in their driveway.

“I’m not,” Stiles replies disheartened, voice muffled by his arms. “It’s a friendly favor. Totally friendly.”

The sheriff makes that self-satisfied hum again and takes a sip of his coffee. “Of course. I’m sure Derek has nothing better to do than tend to your every need. I’m sure he’s not trying to impress anyone right now, or show he can provide for a certain someone.”

Stiles was pretty sure he was about to melt into the ground in shame when he heard something clang loudly enough for the sheriff to turn back when he was walking away.

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Just a little quick something I threw on a page for @alphawitch21 bc I’m taking literally forever with her fic ❤️

How many times can the sheriff embarrass the two oblivious, pining dorks?

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fail!gif inspired by this post

[ stiles doing the fancy mountain ash throw and ending up covered in it ]

im so sorry

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“Need a hand with that, wolf?”

Derek didn't drop the tire he was carrying, but it was a close thing. He'd recognise that voice anywhere—would know it in a sea of a thousand others. He slowly turned on his heel to find its owner sat in Derek's favourite tree.

Stiles.

“You're here,” he breathed, not bothering to hide the mix of shock and relief that coloured his own voice and features.

Stilesʼ lips twitched. “I'm here,” he confirmed, just in case Derek needed to hear it.

“Hey,” Derek said, eloquent as ever.

“Hey yourself,” Stiles grinned back.

Shifting his weight on the tree branch, he then pulled himself up to standing. He then wiped his hands on the ass of his jeans before proffering one towards Derek.

“I'm Mieczysław Stilinski. It's really nice to meet you, dude.”

Stilesʼcheeks flushed an overwhelmingly pretty shade of pink, and Derek wanted to eat him.

Reaching out to take the hand in his one of his own, the pads of his fingertips brushed the familiar Jack rabbit pulse at Stiles's wrist, for just a second, and it was both a calling card and like a huge sigh of relief.

He turned the name around in his mind.

Mieczysław. Mieczysław Stilinski.

It was unexpected, and very Polish, and Derek sort of adored it.

Looking a little antsy, Stiles said, “It, uh, means 'sword' in Polish. If you go in for that sort of thing.” He blushed some more and then snorted at himself. “But yeah, I know it's kinda... ʼSʼobviously why I go by Stiles—which was my Grandfather's nickname too, by the way.”

Derek's heart swelled in his chest.

This was what they could've had if things had gone differently for them.

He cleared his throat, took a deep intake of woodsmoke-laced air into his lungs, then said, “Broderick Seth Rodman Hale, third son of Talia and Seth Hale of the Hale Pack of Beacon Hills, California, and I'm very pleased to meet you're acquaintance. Oh, and don't call me dude, by the way.”

“Broderick? Are you shitting me right now?!” Stiles blurted, trying and failing to not laugh.

Derek rolled his eyes and it felt like breathing. “Seriously? I think you'll find you don't have even half a leg to stand on, Mieczysław.”

“Actually, I have two, Broderick Seth Rodman Hale, and I diligently used the both of them to come out here to Bumfuck nowhere to find you.”

He shot Derek with ridiculous finger guns then blew away imaginary gunpowder smoke, and if it wasn't for the kid's beard it could've easily been thirteen-years ago.

Not a kid anymore.

He looked amazing. A little broader, and a little fuller in the face, and the beard really, really suited him. At once, Derek had the desperate urge to sink his claws into it and paw and at the pale skin beneath. He wanted to back Stiles into the bark of the tree and bury his nose in that long, mole-peppered neck he still had dreams about, to breathe in pure unadulterated Stiles.

He swallowed thickly, licking at his now dry lips and wishing they were Stilesʼ. Had to force himself to unclench the fist not currently grasping Stiles's hand.

Derek had to try his best to pretend that he wasn't very aware of the fact that they were still very much holding onto each other.

“Broderick means 'brother' in Old Norse, if you go in for that sort of thing,” he offered, borrowing Stiles's banter.

Stiles's smile was easy, albeit tainted with a hint of sadness for that piece of information. He was sort of—looser. More relaxed, and Definitely less agitated than he used to be. Though he smelled exactly the same as he always had: Of strong coffee and Bath & Body Oak shower gel and wild cinnamon and and lemon sherbet dip, and that particular warm smack of something that Derek had always struggled to place—the very essence of Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski.

The familiar tang zinged over his taste buds like popping candy, and his wolf took up its routinely impatient pacing at his core as if they had seen Stiles only yesterday.

“I'm—uh, I don't—you look good, Stiles. Really good.”

This human was the only creature on planet earth that had Derek Hale fumbling his words.

Stiles was smirking his signature smirk—only there was something new pulling at the curve of that life-ruining mouth of his.

Unerring confidence.

Derek sniffed at the air and licked at his lips again so he could taste that, too.

“You're look pretty fine yourself there, Sourwolf,” Stiles divulged, mirroring Derek again by licking his own lips. He shamelessly looked Derek up and down and said, “Your edges aren't quite so sharp, and you're little softer ʼround the eyes, like maybe you're—I dunno. Something closer to being happy?” His eyes shone like the full moon in the dark when he told Derek, “And, dare I say it, maybe not even all that sour anymore?”

Derek huffed a breath out through his nostrils that was in the proximity of a laugh.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Looks good on you, man. Really good.”

Stiles was borrowing Derek's words, and if he kept saying things like that to Derek while looking at Derek the way that he was, Derek would have to restrain himself from picking the guy up by the scruff of his very nice sweater and kissing the words right out of his mouth.

Then everything sort of stilled, somehow, including the wind, and the birds, and them, as if the whole world had just halted for something incredibly important.

They stood there, just gazing at each other. Like there wasn't anything else they could or would possibly be doing right now.

Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty.

It was obvious to even the blades of grass on the ground that they both still felt it.

Slowly, slowly, they caught back up to reality.

Derek took a breath and found his voice again.

“Might've taken a few pointers from a kid I used to know,” he smiled, eyes never leaving Stilesʼ.

Then he thought in for a penny and admitted, “I hoped you'd come looking for me—and I want you to know that I'm really, really glad that you did.”

Stiles squinted at him through the sun's afternoon rays that broke through the Colorado cloud cover like the heavens had suddenly appeared. In that moment, he reminded Derek of the beautiful golden Aztec Sanvitalia shrub that grew down by the little stream behind his cabin. Derek wondered briefly if that was the missing base note in Stiles's scent, and felt a little insane with it all.

“Well, I knew I'd find you,” Stiles shrugged, “because one: I'm like a dog with a bone, and two: You left a trail of breadcrumbs so fucking vague only a genius like yours truly would be able to follow.”

He then shielded those big brown doe eyes of his from a particularly bright sunbeam with a still-bony hand, and the squinted look on his face was so fond Derek had to sink his canines into his lip to hold in the pitiful whine that threatened to climb out of his chest and escape him.

He stepped closer to the tree; closer to the boy who runs with wolves, who was definitely not a boy any longer.

“You make it sound as if we're in some sort of fairytale, Stiles,” Derek said as he attempted to blink Stiles's beauty from his eyes, knowing it would be a fruitless endeavour.

Finally, Stiles reached out to pull Derek down and into his lap, and Derek went like a force of nature.

He dropped the tire this time.

Stiles smelled like love when he said, “Weren't we always, Der?” right into Derek's mouth.

And Derek knew.

As Stiles leaned in and kissed him softly, and he kissed Stiles softly right back, he knew they both understood that although they had to travel far from Beacon Hills to find it, they had both—at long last—made it home.

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i saw the new dob shoot and my brain remembered the hoech one and went ping! this is for @wulfnerd seeing as they came up with the wonderful Broderick as Derek's full first name in the tags of a post of mine who knows how long ago...

unedited, please be forgiving <3

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EVERYONE gets candy if they made the effort to show up. Everyone.

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Two bros. chillin in a hot tub. not five feet apart cause they’re… oh dear god… no I shan’t say…

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When you turn 18, you go to the Chapel to summon a Familiar, then your future is decided based on its shape. All you can do is name the creature and then the summoning does the rest. After you name it, the priestesses all stare at you with horror in their eyes, then scream when it appears.

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I think all the Hales were considered deeply weird for liking humans so much.

Like, the supernatural community probably tends to keep to itself, it's easier and overall safer to hook up with someone who is, if not the same kind of critter as you, will at least not freak out if you suddenly have claws or glowy eyes because hey, happens to everyone, right? Not to say there aren't humans in the know, of course there are, but not many.

So the Hales are a little strange, not only for consistently mating with humans, but being so absolutely rolled for them. Like, they are so gone for their mates, it's embarrassing. They call it the "Hale madness," some a little more derogatory than others.

And someone who's known the Hales for a long time, like Satomi or Deucalion, sees Derek, sees Stiles, sees Derek and Stiles, and they immediately just drag his ass, like, "I see you've contracted the Hale madness."

Stiles overhears it and immediately thinks it's, like, an actual madness and starts asking Derek about it, "What does that mean? What madness? Are you sick? Can we fix it? What's wrong?"

And Derek is just left like 😑 because he is not about to explain that no, he is not sick, there's nothing wrong with him, they're just making fun of him for being down bad for this smartass.

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An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.

Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.

(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)

John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.

It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.

Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.

His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.

His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.

He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.

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Back in my teen wolf phase 😛

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CODY CHRISTIAN

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TYLER HOECHLIN as DEREK HALE Teen Wolf 3.01 | "Tattoo"

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sterek age swap au where stiles is in his early 20s and derek's in his late teens.

stiles is still the son of the sheriff and talia is the mayor, so their paths have always crossed pretty regularly at events and what not. stiles also baby sits for the hales a lot.

stiles absolutely refuses to give derek the time of day because of the age gap but derek absolutely refuses to give up on the 'breathtakingly beautiful older man' he's wanted for as long as he can remember.

seriously, derek was only 7 when he proposed marriage to a 12 year old stiles at a petting zoo the sheriff's office was hosting for a fundraiser.

right there in front of the horses and ponys derek, as serious as a 7 year old could be, shoved a ring pop at stiles and demanded, 'marry me.'

stiles had let the child force the candy onto his left ring finger and jokingly responded with, 'sure i'll marry you! but only when you're older ok?'

derek took that acceptance to heart.

and now that derek's 18 he has every intention to remind stiles that they have a wedding to plan, that stiles is his fiance.

he has been for 11 years now 💍💍