#nobodyinparticular98

[mayakern]

Just wanna say that I absolutely love seeing your wips and sketches!! They're just so gorgeous and it's so cool seeing them before they become final works!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

thank you! i post a lot more of them on patreon than i do publicly.

for the most part i really don’t feel like i create a lot of truly finished work. like, my pattern/design work for products, yes, and then every now and then i’ll do an illustration, but these days i feel like most of my art is just sketches i slapped color on sdfsdfs

GLAD Y’ALL STILL SEEM TO LIKE IT THO

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

This isn't really a prompt so I'm sorry but just like any stargent please? Obliviousness? Pining? Maybe a dream or two about Stiles?

This??? Turned into a soulmate au??????? 

???????????????????

I’ll be real most of this was co-written by a neat bourbon. 

Christopher Robert Argent didn’t have a soulmate.

It wasn’t unusual. Roughly a quarter of the population didn’t. Another quarter had more than one. The other half had the standard, One for One Soulmate Match.

But not Chris.

He knew because his dreams were his alone. They never took on that particular sharp quality that everyone described when they were viewing the day to day life of their soulmate. Around the age of 18, when most of his friends were excitedly describing trips to the grocery store, or a laundromat they’d never seen in the hope that someone else would recognize it and be able to point them in the right direction, Chris was dreaming about the stages of wolfsbane poisoning and how to recognize a banshee.

By 20, he’d accepted the sting of not having a soulmate, and agreed to the arranged marriage his father wanted. A daughter came shortly after, and Chris thought that not having a soulmate was worth this. His eventual divorce was worth this. Raising her as a single parent with no support from extended family was worth this. His baby girl was worth everything.

So how was he supposed to explain to her that he’d started having dreams about one of her best friends?

__________

“Hey Daddy,” Allison said, dropping a kiss on his cheek as she sat at the dinner table. Picking up her fork, she continued, “Stiles is coming over to work on our American History project in about half an hour.”

Chris inhaled sharply and choked on a piece of lettuce. Coughing, he grabbed his water and tried to clear his throat.

“You okay?” Allison asked, concerned.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Uh, you and Stiles have a project together?” Chris prompted.

“Oh, yeah. We’re doing a report on William Henry Harrison.”

Chris furrowed his brow.

“The president who died a month after taking office from pneumonia?”

“Yep.”

“... That was Stiles’ idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yep.”

His idea. Because he was a high school student, invested in the shortest, easiest project possible.

High. School. Student.

Young. Probably not even capable of having soulmate dreams yet.

Chris sighed, and then concentrated on eating his dinner fast enough that he could shut himself away in his office before Stiles arrived.

He was just cleaning up the last of the dishes when the doorbell rang. Chris cursed quietly to himself, hurrying to dry off his hands and disappear-

“Hey Mr. Argent.”

Chris spun around, trying to arrange his face into a casual, no-I-wasn’t-running-away expression.

“Hello, Stiles. How are you doing?’

Stiles dumped his backpack on the table and leaned a hip against it, crossing his arms. It made the definition on his forearms stand out-

Chris deliberately snapped his gaze back up to Stiles’ face.

“I’m fine. We have a lacrosse game tomorrow night, you should come.”

Chris took a brief moment to consider Stiles, sweaty and worn from lacrosse, approaching him after-

“Ah, I have some prep work I need to do for a gun show tomorrow night, Stiles. Sorry about that.” And God, was he ever sorry.

Stiles was clearly disappointed, but just shrugged and said, “Maybe next time? We have games every Friday.”

“Maybe,” Chris agreed before hightailing it out of the kitchen.

__________

“Hey Chris,” came a voice from down the aisle. Chris looked up to see Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles pushing a cart behind him.

Chris sternly reminded himself that cereal boxes are not camouflage and tried to relax his stance.

“Sheriff, what can I do for you?” Chris asked.

“Oh don’t be like that,” the sheriff said, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he reached him. “Just wanted to see how you’re doing. Make sure Stiles isn’t making a nuisance of himself while he and Allison work on their project of theirs,” he chuckled out.

Chris smiled stiffly and looked back at the cereal boxes, looking at the labels as if they were hardline journalism. He definitely didn’t say I wish your son would make much more of a nuisance. I wish he would break every single goddamn thing in my house, so that maybe I wouldn’t be so pitifully sad every time he leaves.

Instead, he said, “Nah, he’s a good kid.” Eager to do something with his hands, he grabbed a box of Trix and dropped it in Stiles cart. Then, clearing his throat, he said, “Well, I better get back home and make some dinner for Allison. Be seeing you.”

It wasn’t until he’d made it all the way home, cooked dinner, and gotten halfway through the dishes that he realized he’d picked out Stiles’ favorite cereal, the one he saw him buying in dreams at least once a week, and given it to him.

God fucking damn it.

__________

Stiles didn’t have a bad life.

It wasn’t “My Super Sweet Sixteen” all the time, but it wasn’t bad. He had friends, his dad clearly loved him, and they didn’t struggle to pay basic bills.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t have bad days.

Chris woke up one Thursday morning after a dream. A sharp, clear, Stiles dream, where Finstock had reamed him in front of the whole team for fumbling a couple of catches.

Chris knew without a doubt that it had happened the day before, and he also knew that he would finally be going to a damn lacrosse game, if only to try to wipe the downtrodden expression that Chris had seen.

The next night, Chris made a point to cheer loudly whenever Stiles was on the field, celebrating his successful passes with a touch too much enthusiasm, if Allison’s looks were anything to go by.

After the game he tried to sneak out with the rush of the crowd, but Stiles still caught him.

He was sweaty and breathing hard. They’d just barely won, and he was clearly riding the high.

“Mr. Argent! You came!! I heard you cheering! Holy shit, you’re a yeller aren’t you?”

Stiles lunged forward to give him a hug, battering Chris slightly with his chest pads.

“Oh shit, sorry-” and before Chris could even think of a protest, Stiles was ripping off his shirt, and then the hard pads, leaving him in a paper thin, completely transparent undershirt. Then the hug was happening again.

Oh Lord, the hug.

Chris silently, but fervently hoped he would get a replay of this moment in a dream.

Eventually Stiles pulled back, smile beaming.

“I-”

He was cut off by a horde of lacrosse bros, barreling down on them to cheer and push him toward the locker rooms.

Stiles tried to say something else, but it was drowned out by the general crowd and excitement of teenagers.

Teenagers.

Chris sighed.

Turning to look, he saw Allison at his elbow, smiling her dimpled smile.

“Are you going to stay?” she asked.

Chris shook his head.

“I don’t want to get old man cooties all over your youthful fun,” he teased. Allison laughed and leaned forward for a hug.

“You don’t have old man cooties, dad. Not since you stopped using Brooks Brothers aftershave. You could stay, you know. It’s not just us whippersnappers who get together after games. Melissa will be there, and the sheriff if he doesn’t have to work. Derek and Peter will be there too, and Laura comes sometimes. Burgers and milkshakes are an all ages kinda deal.” She paused for a moment. “... You’re allowed to have relationships outside of me and business, you know.”

Chris stared at her as she paused again, clearly steeling herself.

“... if you happened to discover that you have a soulmate, you could pursue that.” Her words couldn’t have been more to the point.

“Allison,” Chris said slowly. “What do you know?”

“I-”

“ALLISON!” Chris heard Lydia yell from across the stands. As soon as Allison was distracted, Chris slipped away.

Whatever Allison knew, he didn’t think he was ready to hear.

__________

Chris was two fingers deep in whiskey when there was a knock on the door.

It was late, but Allison had texted as soon as she realized her dad was gone.

10:23 p.m. AllyI’ll be home by 1. We’re talking in the morning.

It was only about 11:30 now, so it wasn’t likely to be her. She rarely forgot her key anyway.

Chris reluctantly lurched out of his chair to check the peephole, just in case there was some kind of emergency.

There wasn’t an emergency, but there was a Stiles.

Chris opened the door just as he raised a fist to knock again.

“Oh!” Stiles said, jerking his hand back and almost unbalancing himself. Chris quickly stepped forward to catch him, but the whiskey had nibbled away at his own equilibrium, and he ended up overcorrecting and dragging them over the entryway, into the house together.

They fell back against the wall directly behind the front door, Stiles pressed against Chris, and Chris feeling too stupid to remember why that was a bad idea.

Then they were kissing.

A deep, searing, tongue tied, slick lipped kiss that started at the mouth but quickly moved to the whole body. Stiles was clearly inexperienced but very eager, and Chris had never felt so engaged in a kiss.

His hands gripped Stiles’ waist while Stiles’ framed Chris’ face, stroking along his cheekbones and petting down to the back of his neck. When Chris licked along the point of one of his canines, Stiles moaned, and Chris finally had to pull away to breathe heavily.

Stiles didn’t give him a moment, though, immediately latching his mouth on to Chris’ neck, sucking and licking his to his collarbone. Chris tilted his head, exposing more area for him to work with. He had a fleeting thought that he’d never tried to sell guns with a hickey before-

And the sudden realization splashed over him like a bucket of cold water.

“Stiles- Stiles, stop. Stop.” Chris couldn’t bring himself to physically push him away, and it clearly took a moment for the words to pierce the fog of lust that Stiles was currently lost in.

“What?” he asked, pulling back, brow furrowed and eyes slightly dazed.

“You- I- this is illegal.” Chris finally pulled a hand away from Stiles to rub it down his face. “Oh God. You’re the sheriff’s son.”

Stiles looked confused for a moment before his expression suddenly cleared.

“I was held back in fifth grade,” he said. “The year my mom died-” he cut himself off, looking uncomfortable. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I had to repeat fifth grade, which made me a year older than all the other kids. Which means I’m still a year older than all the other kids.”

Chris’ mouth was hanging open.

“Which means I’m definitely legal,” Stiles continued encouragingly. “And… also old enough to be having soulmate dreams?” he finished tentatively, turning the statement into a question asking something other than what the words said.

For the rest of their lives, Chris would blame his slow uptake on the whiskey.

Stiles would blame it on his mind-bending kissing skills.

In any case, it took a solid thirty seconds before the light finally clicked on, and Chris dragged Stiles all the way inside, barely pausing long enough to text Allison that she should stay at Lydia’s that night.

[littlecofieart]

If Kuro is one of Shiro's arms then does it count as masturbation or a handjob?

Shiro doesn’t need to touch himself anymore, Kuro is always eager to help him into orgasm... or multiply orgasms... :3

if that counts as masturbation... err.. Shiro says so. Matt doesn’t think so. >D We will get to that part...one day

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Peter's Apartment

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2DHcghL

by nobodyinparticular98

Stiles knows where Peter lives. Everyone is really confused by this.

Words: 1264, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Alan Deaton, Sheriff Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Yet another steter that's more friendship, But we all know Peter eventually woo'd him, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Alive Erica, Alive Erica Reyes

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2DHcghL

[ao3feedstackson]

Have You Ever Been Attracted to a Guy You Hate?

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by nobodyinparticular98

Jackson says he hates Stiles, but Danny says he should ask him out, and Danny's advice usually works so...

Words: 864, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Danny Mahealani

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: I have no idea what to tag???, Jackson is kinda ooc in my opinion

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2n8FS0Y

[harleysart]

Thank you so much for showing so much support for this art blog and for liking my art, guys! Recently, I’ve been receiving lots of inspiring and motivating messages from you and I just want to hug you for that! And I’ve gained new friends too, who are very fun to talk to <3 

As a sign of gratitude, I will be taking requests from any of you sweet people! I’ll probably take 5-10 only so I won’t be too pressured! Tell me if you want it digital or a watercolor painting :D So it’s like a give away??

So yeah, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN! HOPEFULLY YOU’LL CONTINUE TO SUPPORT MY WORKS OwO

Edit 6.28.17 : REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED ^^

It’s not like I can draw anything in a flash, please be patient when it comes to the requests! ^^

 (done)1. @resilienc ((i cant tag you for some reason qwq))

(done) 2. @legendaryfangirlindreamland

3. @yuuyanoart

4. @arys13

5. @nobodyinparticular98 ((I included here your recent request of Humanized Plagg and Tikki!))

6. @justanawesomeowl

7. @wombatking

8. @miss-meow-wow

9. @fangirl4498 (your request is gonna bring me tears XD </3))

10. @chaiteacorgi

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

All your wips sound like they would murder me, resurrect me and then murder me again okay, they all look so gooddddddd!!! Can we hear about the WW2 stetopher one though?

Yessss okay. So it’s the fall of 1941. World War 2 has been raging for two years. Peter is a bigass movie star, Hollywood’s leading man, our hero of action and romance. 

He’s also really good at reading the writing on the wall. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the US is dragged into the war. He’s constantly worried about the inevitability, about what it will mean for himself and his family. 

So how does one distract oneself from such constant anxiety? 

By snatching as much dick, pussy, and booze as possible of course. 

Cut to Peter busted ass sloppy drunk in a Hollywood bar one night, listening to the political talk around him with one ear and a shitty attitude.

He eventually turns around on them to slur out a rant about how they’re all idiots and it doesn’t matter what the American people want, if they think the war is never going to come to their front door then they’re idiots.

He gets so worked up that he actually gets kicked out of the bar for once, and winds up on the street without having called a cab first. A pale, attractive man shows up on the sidewalk next to him after a moment, and offers him a cigarette. Peter takes it, makes a quip about mouths and cylindrical objects and five minutes later they’re unlocking the door to Peter’s apartment.

Things are just starting to get really interesting; the pale, attractive man has him pinned to the bed, kissing down his neck, when suddenly Peter realizes that he can see the other man’s hands, but he’s still pinned.

The other man sits up, a slight smirk on his face, and looms over Peter.

“Now that we’re comfortable,” he says, voice deep and quiet. “Is there something you’d like to tell me about an attack on America?”

Turns out Stiles, because of course it’s Stiles, is a spy who was sent to that bar specifically to listen on Hollywood A-listers who might Know Things™.

Eventually they work out that Peter just listens closely and makes connections quickly, but Stiles is still a little suspicious so he brings him in to his boss, Chris. 

Chris takes one look at Peter and says “This idiot doesn’t know anything, get him out of here.”

To which Peter responds, “Now Christopher, is that any way to talk to your former lover?”

Stiles is fucking terrified and delighted. He somehow managed to find his sexy boss’s equally sexy ex and bring him to his literal office. He’s going to get fired and possibly court martialed, but at least he’ll have fantasy material for the rest of his short life. 

Anyway, a plot device enters in here somewhere to make them all work together and it’s a disaster at first, but eventually they get their shit together and bla bluh. 

It’s obviously not exactly a happy ending, because Pearl Harbor happens, but as the US enters the war, at least Peter, Stiles and Chris are fighting it together. 

[mayakern]

I was wondering how tall are you and the other person who models your skirts? I'm finding it really hard to work out if the way I wear skirts would make the mini too short

i’m 5′5 and my wife is 5′7! she is also very leggy.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

A Curse, a Cat and Cuddles

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nfsxnH

by nobodyinparticular98

Derek gets Stiles into catastrophic trouble.

Words: 2953, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Erica Reyes, Allison Argent, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Can be seen as romantic/sexual but also just friends, Cat Stiles, It's all Derek's fault, Fluff, Cursed Stiles Stilinski, I'm cursed too, I can't do tags, Scott is an average friend

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2nfsxnH

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Raised by Wolves

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BpO8Or

by nobodyinparticular98

Scott gets kidnapped, Stiles gets angry, Peter gets turned on.

Words: 701, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: BAMF Stiles, Creeper Peter, I love Peter too much, Scott and Derek are only briefly mentioned

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BpO8Or

[ao3feedstackson]

Drama

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2s2gpvg

by nobodyinparticular98

Jackson has drama as an elective, so does Stiles. Stiles is also a manipulative piece of shit.

Words: 1031, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Brief mention of Danny Mahealani

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore

Additional Tags: I need to write Danny more, Drama Class, Kissing, Neck kissing definitely happens after like dude have you seen Stiles' neck???, Jackson notices Stiles, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Stiles Stilinski is Manipulative, Stiles Stilinski is a Tease, i guess?, idk TAGS

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2s2gpvg

[harleysart]

Initial Tag Game

Tagged by @ryuusadesu​

Rules: Answer the questions with the first letter of your name, then tag 10 people. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice.

What is your name? Cristine (I just really like the name Harley)

A 4 letter word? Care

A boy’s name? Chance

An occupation? C

Something you wear? Cap

A color? Cyan

A food? Cake

A place? Canada

Something you shout? CUTIESS!!!

A movie title? Cinderella

Something you drink? Coke

An animal? Cat

A type of car? Chevrolet

Title of a Song? Can you feel the love tonight

Gonna tag 

@furoushka  @vanilla107  @nobodyinparticular98 @arys13 @legendaryfangirlindreamland @fangirl4498 @instantwaffles @lairep @that-one-girl-who-is-trash @mirthalia

[twothumbsandnostakeincanon]

Can we like make a rule that you're not allowed to tag stuff?? Because I never knew I needed Stiles threatening to rip Peter's dick off until now

Lmao you mean these tags? Let’s fuck with the idea for a minute tho.

Let’s say it starts as a friends with benefits situation. Stiles is feeling out what he’s into, exploring the wide wonderful world of sex, ya know. He’s got his Boning Boy Scout uniform on, and he wants to earn alllll the badges. 

Except he realizes he can’t. Like, he’d love to? But he can’t. It turns out that lingering trauma and his basic personality type don’t lend well to one night stands. He needs to know his partner. He needs a relationship. 

But he doesn’t want one. Relationships are work, and he just isn’t interested in expending the energy necessary for one. He just wants to fuck. Get fucked. Do other weird stuff. 

Of course he’s whining about all of this to Scott, and Peter happens to overhear… because he’s eavesdropping. He’s not about to let an opportunity like this pass him by. 

So he ambushes the conversation, touching him suggestively, saying that relationships don’t have to be romantic. They can be platonic. Less energy needed to maintain the relationship, with all the connection needed for exploration. 

Scott has run away at this point, because it’s clear that Stiles is actually considering it. 

“So like friends with benefits,” Stiles says.

Peter shrugs in a so-so gesture. 

“Acquaintances with benefits.”

Stiles’ eyes narrow. 

“Not-openly-malevolent with benefits.”

“Yes! Exactly!”

So they start banging. 

It’s incredible, scorching, deeply satisfying, and absolutely nothing like what Peter expected it to be. He thought he was getting a bit of a naive partner in Stiles. Easier to mold, perhaps.  Not timid, but certainly less experienced and thus less confident. 

Stiles is anything but unconfident. 

He jumps into every new sexual experience with the enthusiasm of a great dane. He listens closely when Peter tells him what feels good, and very quickly extrapolates other things that Peter might enjoy as well, and holy shit is he right. Stiles fucks with the kind of wild abandon that most people have had shamed out of them. Their time together immediately becomes Peter’s new favorite activity. 

Peter more or less “leads” their fuck dates, because he has a vast and varied sexual history. He has the experience that Stiles wants, and he’s the one teaching Stiles how to tie the rope and use the paddle. But for all that he’s “leading” their dates, he’s slowly beginning to recognize that Stiles is in charge. Peter would do pretty much anything to keep Stiles in his bed now. 

It makes him a little agitated, and a lot uneasy. He feels vulnerable, and it makes him act like an even bigger asshole than usual.

At first Stiles thinks Peter’s just having a bad day and shrugs it off. But then it continues the day after that, and the day after that, and so on until a week has passed. The difference is stark to Stiles, who had been enjoying a slightly softer, more open version of Peter for the last few weeks. Stiles had even considered asking Peter if he wanted to try dating. 

So the appearance of Shitheel McBastardfuck is particularly unpleasant for him. 

He tries to understand; Peter isn’t incomprehensible. In fact, up until now Stiles has found Peter to be almost frighteningly understandable. So the fact that he can’t understand why Peter’s done a 180 in terms of assholes is incredibly frustrating. He tries to get Peter to talk about it, but gets stonewalled at every turn.

It all comes to a head one night when they’re shut in the loft together, waiting to hear news about the others hunting down the monster of the week. 

Peter snipes and snaps and generally makes an ass of himself, until Stiles finally loses his temper. 

His hand shoots out and grabs Peter by the dick. 

It’s not nice. 

It’s a threat. 

“Look, if you want to deal with whateverthefuck is bothering you on your own, without my help, then fine. I thought we had a better relationship than that but whatever.” His grip tightens several steps to the wrong side of good. “But if you don’t stop taking it out on me, then I won’t be coming around for this anymore, and I’m going to make fucking sure that no one else will be either. For at least a month.”

Of all the things Peter has indulged in in his life, it’s somehow taken until this very moment for him to realize that he has a lil bit of a humiliation kink. But more importantly than that, he realizes he’s about to roll into a self-fulfilling prophecy. He doesn’t want to lose Stiles. 

So he tells him what the problem is.

Stiles listens intently, like he always does, and rewards Peter’s honesty with a some nicer touches. When Peter admits that he wants to try a romantic relationship with Stiles, the touches get very nice. 

It’s a flip around of their usual dynamic, but neither of them care to complain. 

It’s another thing to explore. Maybe after a candlelit dinner.