artofobsession:

EDIT: I accidentally deleted this, uhm… so here it is again?

I felt like it’d been too long since I posted, and that’s not cool.  Also, anon was being really sweet about it, which is cool. 

This is the first time I’ve drawn Stiles with his longer hair, it was easier than anticipated.  Thoughts?

heyabooboo:

it’s free (and always will be) by kellifer_fic,
maichan808 (maichan)

       Rated E   (31.6k Words 1 Chapter Complete)   Gen

Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone
who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t
blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank
Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back
copies last month.

Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.

Pup’s First Full Moon

celestialvoid-fanfiction:

Stiles couldn’t chain
up their werepup for a full moon, so he comes up with the ingenious idea to tape
a plush toy to a remote control car and drive it around the lounge room until
the little one tires himself out.

 

For Amy (@sterekreblogsandart),
happy birthday!

Based on this post

Derek was not prepared for what he saw when he walked
through the front door. His keys jingled as he fitted them into the lock and
unlocked the front door, pushing the door open and dragging his feet inside.
The first thing that struck him was the sound of snarling and yapping – normal sounds
to hear from a werepup on a full moon – but the other sound he heard confused
him: a high-pitched whir of a small engine.

Derek’s brows furrowed in confusion as he dropped his keys
on the hallway table and made his way into the lounge room.

What he saw astounded him. There was a flash of movement as
a remote-controlled car drove around the corner of the couch, circling the armchair
before driving back into the centre of the room.

Their son chased after in. It wasn’t as intimidating or
predatory as it was adorable. Derek watched the two-year-old scramble across
the floor on his hands and knees, his eyes lit up with a golden glow as he
snarled, yapped, growled, and chased after his ‘prey’.

Derek took a step closer, looking at the remote-controlled
car.

He fought a burst of laughter as he noticed his son’s
favourite toy – a plush grey-and-white wolf – duct-taped to the roof of the
car.

Derek bit into his lip to stop himself from laughing,
stepping over to the back of the couch where Stiles sat, legs crossed and the remote
control in his hands.

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a-kinkajou:

Dude, stop that! That’s Scott. We’re not eating Scott. Or my Dad. And we wear pants at all times. We’ve been over this!

a.k.a. Stiles Stilinski, feral werewolf whisperer.

Also known as “kinkajou went through the “feral” tag on AO3 8 times”

Any likeness to fic is extremely possible, recs are very welcome my bookmarks are useless because I’m a mess and I never find anything again later

ETA: this is a fic that like 99% accurately goes with the art so prob where my brain got it from 🙂

Lock All The Doors Behind You (25960 words) by entanglednow
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore
Additional Tags: Feral Behavior, Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Protectiveness, Hurt/Comfort
Summary:

He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

p.s.

Happy Birthday, @ashtray-thief Well, happy not-your-birthday-anymore, here, have this thing that I don’t know if you’ll like…? *hides*

andavs:

The Sun to Rise (7.5k)
Alternate Universe; Sleep Deprivation; Emissary Stiles; Alpha Derek; Imaginary Friends that aren’t so Imaginary

Stiles has an imaginary friend. He’s kind of a dick.


“Are you stalking me?” he asked, lying in bed one Saturday morning and staring at the ceiling before he had to get to the office. The sun was barely up.

Lying beside him, Derek snorted, and said, “No, I’m not stalking you.”

“Are you lying?” Stiles asked, because there was a stranger lying in his bed.

“No.”

Stiles turned his head to look at him, and Derek did the same. “Are you sure? Because this feels like stalking.”

Derek raised an eyebrow that clearly thought Stiles was an idiot. “I’m not stalking you.”

For the record, Stiles didn’t believe him, but he didn’t want to start his morning on a fight.