#chriles

[sadetaboo]

Chriles - Clubba Hubba (Mixtape)

guayaba

sunset

small talk

desire

wicked games

glass balloons

grillz

garden shed

nba2k

playboy

assmilk

chimichanga

all for us

download via bandcamp, download via archive.org

listen to the full instrumental mixtape on soundcloud

[chaifootsteps]

Saw someone speculating in the trend. In regards to an old stream Viv did drawing what I think is an old Litllth design of her pregnant with Chrile, as will as long haired Rosie.

https://desuarchive.org/co/thread/141475340/

I think it's interesting that this seems to be the only thing Viv put any kind of foresight or real planning into.

[stilesxeveryone]

You Aren’t Allowed to be This Cute - Chapter One

~So this is chapter one of a new fic I’m writing! Chapter two is already up on ao3, I’m just too lazy to post it right now (but it should be posted tomorrow)! You can also find my ao3 account here, with my other hopefully good teen wolf fics!

Don’t forget my inbox is always open to anything!~

Chris almost regretted letting Stiles into his house at fucking midnight as he watched the young adult pace around the room. The wolves were out for a run in the light of the full moon, nothing to be concerned about, but watching the boy pace made him feel like he should at least be a little worried. "Sit down, Stiles," he ordered; pulling out a chair for the boy. Stiles stuttered to a stop, snapping out of his worry induced trance, and sat down heavily.

"Why are you so worried? It's a normal full moon, no monsters lurking as far as we know." Stiles shrugged. "I don't know. Like, yeah, I know I shouldn't be worried but something just feels wrong." Chris thought for a moment before asking, "Is there anything I can do to help ease your worries?" As Stiles chewed at his lower lip, a voice in Chris' head that sounded too much like Peter commented, "There are plenty of things you could do to that mouth that could ease his worries." Chris ignored the voice and tore his eyes away from the boy's lips. "You could call them?" He sighed, pulled out his phone and called Derek. It rang for a few moments. "Yes?" came the gruff answer. "Stiles is worried so he wanted me to check up on you guys," Chris said. If Derek wouldn't spare niceties then neither would he. "We're all fine. Just running, nothing has happened. Anything else?" "No, that's it, thank you."  Derek hung up. "They're all okay, nothing worth mentioning has happened," the hunter relayed.  Stiles let out a breath and slumped in his chair, smiling up at Chris. "Thank you for calling him. I don't know why I was so worried." "It's not a problem. More often than not your gut is right; I'd be stupid to ignore it." "Sorry I rocked up at your place in the middle of the night for basically no reason. I should probably go." He pointed behind him with an awkward, stilted motion before standing. "Sorry, again." Chris stood up as he watched Stiles walk away. "You can stay here for the night." "What? Really?" Stiles spun around too quickly and his legs tangled together, tripping forwards. Chris caught him with ease, righting him with an amused chuckle.  "Sorry," the boy apologised again, an embarrassed blush dusting his cheeks. "It's fine, Stiles, don't worry." Chris smiled fondly. "Would you like me to show you where the spare bedroom is?" "Uh, yeah, good plan." The boy nodded. Chris showed him to the bedroom and just managed to mention the attached bathroom before Stiles collapsed. The boy had shown up in his pyjamas so that wouldn't be a problem. "Goodnight, Stiles," Chris spoke softly before shutting the door with a gentle click.

~

Allison woke up the next morning to a text from Scott, which she chose to ignore until after her morning coffee. She could hardly even read the text so, really, she had no other choice. She thumped her way down the stairs, pushing her hair back and straightening her shirt as she went. She walked into the kitchen and saw the readymade pot of coffee, thanked the heavens, and poured herself a large mug. She sat down with a tired groan and focused on nothing but her coffee. It wasn't until she was almost finished did she notice the other person in the room, quietly sipping coffee as he scrolled on his phone. "Stiles?"

"Morning, Allison." He smiled too brightly for the time of day. "What are you doing here in the morning?" Her eyebrows furrowed and she rubbed tiredly at her eyes. "I stayed the night." He shrugged. Chris walked in then, and headed straight for the pot of coffee. "Good morning Allison, Stiles," he greeted.  "Morning, Chris. Thanks again for last night." Stiles spoke with a smile on his face. "What happened last night? Did you guys fuck or something?" Both men proceeded to choke on their coffee, sputter, and exclaim, "What?" "What?" the huntress replied, eyebrows drawn together. They stared at her with wide eyes before Chris finally spoke up, "We didn't sleep together, that would be completely inappropriate."  "Then what happened?" Stiles sighed, ignoring how brightly his cheeks were burning, and glanced at Chris. "I was worried about the pack last night so I came here. Chris helped me calm down a bit and called Derek to make sure they were okay. It was really late and I was tired so he let me stay the night in the spare bedroom." Allison sipped at her coffee. Her eyes were narrowed, suspicion clear on her face.  "Why'd you come here?" "What?" The boy's eyebrows drew together. "Why'd you come here? Why not to Lydia's? Or to Scott's, talk with his mother? Or visit your dad at the station?" Allison raised an eyebrow, clearly determined to get to the bottom of this.

Stiles shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know why I came here, it kinda just happened.”

Allison studied him for a long moment before she finally seemed to let it go. She stood, putting her empty mug in the sink with a loud clank and left the room with a short, “I’m going shopping with Lydia.”

“Well, that was completely fucking terrifying. I guess I’ll be going, too.” Stiles stood just as Allison had, but put his mug away with a soft thud and cautious movements. It was as if he was now worried about how welcome he was in the house.

Chris, of course, had to reassure him that he would always be welcome.

“Ignore her, you’re allowed here whenever you want for whatever reason.”

Stiles smiled brightly and, as Chris’ heart stuttered, he thanked any higher power out there that Stiles didn’t have werewolf powers.

[shippingwithstiles-blog]

Hunter stiles? Any ship

A Steady Hand by Saucery (Stiles/Chris, 1320, complete, explicit)

It’s all Stiles needs.‘

Burning Bridges as We Go by calrissian18 (Stiles/Chris, 742, complete, Mature)

They survive. Make a career of it really, surviving where no one else does.

These Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep by calrissian18 (Stiles/Chris, 25K, complete, Explicit)

His real father was a hero who’d died in the line of fire, pun and all intended there. Chris was a hunter who had trouble sticking to a Code that could fit on the back of a matchbook.

Near to the Wild Heart of Life by Wreck (Stiles/Peter, 3466, complete, Teen)

When Peter left Beacon Hills, he became a guy who specialized in solving problems. When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he may have accidentally become a hunter.

—

“Oh, Stiles,” Peter calls. “Was there once a face on this guy?”

Stiles comes around the back of the car to stand next to Peter and shrugs. “I guess.”

Peter shoots him a look.

“Well it wasn’t a human face,” Stiles insists.

Silver Lining by cywscross (Stiles/Peter, complete)

As soon as Stiles finds out what his sister is up to, he books the first flight out to San Francisco before making his way to Beacon Hills.

(Possibly with a stolen car.)

Hunting Pains by Ragga (Stiles/Peter, 35K, WIP, Teen)

It was a sad day when one had to resort to time travel because things were just so fucked up. Stiles should know. He went back to undo the whole ‘Beacon Hills is a death trap’ thing but for now he would just settle for knowing where the fuck he was. Even the year would be a nice start. Someone? Anyone?

Or, the one where Stiles travels back in time, karma comes to bite him in the ass, and he ends up as Kate Argent’s hunter mentor. He didn’t take Peter Hale into account either, and he definitely didn’t sign up for everything that came after.

His life.

Enjoy~

-K

[randoofan0m]

IM READING A CHRILE WEASLEY x OC FIC AND THEY'RE FIGHTING AND I CANT BRING MYSELF TO READ ON BUT I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENSSSSSSSSS

i also read this pretty cool short drarry story on wattpad called Operation:Drarry while i waited for the second-hand embaressment to die down

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

The anon who couldn’t decide whether to do Dadsfriend!Chris/Stiles or Sheriff/KidsFriend!Peter, they could do both. Chris is Johns old friend and Peter is Stiles’s current friend, Chris and stiles fall for each other while Peter and John fall for each other as well and hijinks ensue when Chriles tries to keep their relationship from John and Peter/John (forgot their ship name) try to keep their relationship from Stiles

Ha! That could be messy, and delightfully evil! 

[elmerolsenmodels]

DEAN JOHNSTONE for Elegant Wedding Magazine shot by @chrilee 💍💍💍

[steters]

Literally the greatest Chris/Stiles longer fic. The Stiles & Derek is just a friendship but ugh this fic is amazing!

[sunshine-peach]

I have no idea how can named this pairing but I love them so fucking much!

[thebettermiya13]

Right now I couldn't care less about this new Teen Wolf episode. In the next one there are tons of Chris Argent's scenes AND a scene with Stiles and Chris. I'm done. You lost me. My Chriles feels are killing me. Bye. GIMME THE NEW EPISODE RN

[stilesxeveryone]

His Fingers are Obscene

~This is the second part of my series, Oral Fixation, but you don’t need to read the other part because they’re just one shots. You can also read this story on ao3, where you can also find my account. 

This is really short but I hope you still like it!

Don’t forget, my inbox is always open!~

Stiles was pacing, index and middle fingers tapping against his lips as the rest of the fingers on that hand rested just under his jawline. The fingers on his other hand tapped out a different rhythm on his thigh. It was a very obvious display of nervousness. Chris was ready to step in, place a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder and tell him that the others would be fine. There was a reason Chris hadn't joined them on the mission: because it was straightforward and there was no reason for anyone to get hurt. Of course Peter made several remarks that only Chris, and any attentive werewolves, could hear about how he surely had other reasons to stay with the barely legal boy (which weren't true at all, Chris tried to tell himself).

However, Chris didn't get the chance to comfort Stiles as he was suddenly enraptured by the sight in front of him. Stiles had stopped in his pacing and was now frowning at the wall in front of him, lost in thought. Slowly, his fingers had slipped into his mouth, his lips parting to make room. It was absolutely obscene.  Chris watched as the fingers, slick and shiny with spit, fell out of his mouth and paused midway through the air as if he was gesturing to someone. Thoughts and images flooded the hunter's mind of different things that could replace those fingers. He quickly pushed the thoughts away. Stiles' hand flew back up to his mouth, likely as he had another thought, and he chewed on the tip of his thumb. It was probably a nervous gesture, unconsciously showing his worry, but Chris wasn't currently thinking properly enough to comprehend that. All he could think about was that pink tongue darting out to lick his lips and the tip of his thumb. God, he hated when Peter was right. He decided then that he should speak up, before Stiles' gestures became more obscene. "Stiles, are you-" he cleared his throat, "-are you okay? You know the others are going to be fine, right?"  Stiles' wide eyes snapped up to Chris', as if he had forgotten the man was there. He probably had, to be honest. "Um, yeah, I'm fine. This is, like, a normal level of concern." As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the thumb pressed to his lips and quickly threw his hand to his side. The hunter raised an eyebrow but Stiles didn't say anything else.  "Well, if there's anything I can do to help calm your nerves," Chris trailed off.

"Nah, I'm good, but thanks for the offer." Stiles smiled, soft and kind like Chris had never seen before, and it was almost worse than the obscene finger licking.

[skelingtonsderek]

a flowery meadow where wolfsbane grows

Hope you don’t mind how long it is.

Stiles twirls the flower around in his hand, admiring the colors. It almost looks like old television back when color was first introduced. “It’s funny how such a pretty thing can be so toxic.” Chris huffs, digging his fingers into the earth around one of the plants. He’s on his knees a few feet from Stiles, harvesting the wild wolfsbane. Stiles scratches at his knee with his free hand then raises the flower up against the bright of the sun. It shines, technicolor, in the light. “Most of the ‘pretty’ things are poisonous in nature.” Stiles smiles and lowers his hand to rest against his knee. The tree at his back’s bark scratches but Stiles can handle the discomfort. It’s quiet out here, peaceful. “Why did you bring me out here?” Stiles blurts out then bites his lip. Chris takes in a deep breath, arm flexing slowly as he moves his hand deeper into the loose soil. “Wolfsbane naturally grows in loose, moisture retentive soil, most commonly, it’s found in Europe and not indigenous to North America at all.” Stiles rolls his eyes and sighs. He’d walk over to Chris or maybe gesture wildly, pace and throw looks at him but Stiles is tired. So very tired these days. “I know that. And you haven’t answered my question.” Chris slowly pulls the wolfsbane plant out of the soil. He inspects the roots with a small frown. Stiles picks up a clod of dirt and tosses it at him. He misses by about a foot or three. “I’ll answer you if you can answer me this: why would aconite grow wild in a long-established pack’s territory?” Stiles opens his mouth to answer then closes it, frowning. He looks at the flower in his hand. Why would they let it grow here? Why wouldn’t they pull it up? How did it even get here? “I don’t know.” Chris nods, settling the plant in amongst the others he’s already pulled up. Stiles watches from the corner of his eye as Chris slowly makes his way over to Stiles. Chris sits down, moving carefully. Stiles doesn’t miss the gun holstered against his lower back. He looks down and twists the flower between his fingers. “Neither do I,” Chris says, rubbing his hands together. Dirt sprinkles down into the clovers between his knees. “Some questions cannot be answered.” Stiles frowns, trying not to stare at Chris’ beard. “We could ask Derek?” Chris smiles, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you think his answer would make sense? And that’s assuming even he knows.” Stiles bites his lip, heart beating weirdly. “Alright. And now my answer?” Chris nods, scratching off dirt from his nails. “I thought you’d like it out here.” Stiles looks away, that arrhythmia getting more pronounced. The sun filters a light chartreuse through the trees. A wind lightly ruffles the stalks of wolfsbane and causes little puffs from plants unseen to dance in the air. Birds call distantly to each other and all is relatively uneventful. “Yeah,” Stiles says, leaning his head on Chris’ shoulder, still twirling the flower Chris gave him between his fingers. “It’s nice.” Chris kisses the top of Stiles’ head before looking out at the meadow. The shade provides the perfect sanctuary from the California heat. Stiles sighs but doesn’t quite manage to smile. He’ll get there one day. One day when he can think of Artemis and not have his chest ache or when he’ll be able to look Scott in the eyes again. It’ll happen, he just needs time.

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Chris/Stiles, whoop! Most of their tag is Stetopher and the bit that isn't is either background and past or very creepy and still background. What is their ship name? Christopher Stiles. Stipher? Chriles? Stris?

It’s a mystery ship name! Some one out there must know it though! 

[pack-mom-stilinski-blog]

chriles

Chriles=Stiles and Chris

Who cooks:It’s a mixture of both.But stiles loves to cook for chris,and getting to see how he’ll react when stiles actually makes something good

Who does the laundry and other chores: They kind of ‘forget’ things at times but they split it in half most days

How many children do they have: Well they can’t but if possible Stiles wouldn’t mind the american dream of 2.5 kids

Who’s more dominate:Chris defiently.

Favorite nonsexual activity:Lounging on the couch or bed and reading,Stiles particularly loves when Chris will read to him when he’s getting too tired to read his own books.

Their favorite place to be together:Chris’ study.

Any traditions:Stiles likes to make his favorite meal,Baked mac and cheese on anniverseries

Their “song”:A thousand years

What they do for each other on holidays:Stiles agrees not to go big for Argent but he does anyways.Chris likes to spoil the kid

Where did they go for their honeymoon:Germany.

Where did they first meet:When shit began going down with his best friends 

Any pets:One cat,named Balthazar,a lil corgi named Gabriel

What do they fight over:Stiles gets insecure at times and it sometimes causes fights.

Do they go on vacations, if so where:They don’t really go anywhere in vacation wise but if possible a tour around europe.

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

I think it's Chriles, there's quite a bit of Chris/Stiles in the tag anyways

Oooh. Someone said Stargent too. Clearly I’m going to have to search both tags! 

[stilesxeveryone]

You Aren’t Allowed to be This Cute - Chapter Three

~You can read the first two chapters of this fic, as well as the newest chapter, on ao3 here! My ao3 account is here! Don’t forget that my inbox is always open, you can send me as many requests and prompts for fics, moodboards and even drawings as you want!~

“Your dad totally wants to fuck Stiles.”

Allison had barely taken a step into her best friend’s bedroom before she wanted to leave.

“That is such a gross thought,” she groaned. She (almost) slammed her books down onto the desk, trudged over to Lydia and sat down on the bed with a huff.

“Like, did you see him trying not to stare at Stiles? I mean, I totally get it. Stiles looked really hot, all shirtless and sweaty and sucking on that icy pole like it’s a dick.”

She shrugged nonchalantly as Allison stared wide eyed at the crude language.

“What? I have eyes. Just because I don’t want to date the guy doesn’t mean I’m not aware of his positive attributes. Your dad is also very aware of those positive attributes, by the way.”

“Why are we talking about this?”

“Because we should do something about it.”

“Are you suggesting we set up my dad and my friend?” Allison asked incredulously.

“Unless you have a better idea, then that is exactly what I’m suggesting.”  

Allison stared at her, face blank, before she finally sighed. “What’s the plan?”

Lydia grinned, wide and bright. “Of course we need to keep up the training. You could ask your dad if he’d like to help out, which gives him the chance to get intimately close with Stiles and shows that you’re fine with them hanging out. He’ll probably decline, though.”

“Alright, I’m on board with this so far,” the young hunter said, speaking cautiously with her eyes narrowed. She was suspicious.

“When Stiles is at your place we could ask if he wants to stay for a sleepover. Maybe one of us could accidentally spill a drink onto Stiles’ shirt, forcing him to borrow one of your dad’s?”

Allison raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Since that training session,” she grinned. “I also read a lot of online romance stories.” Her thoughts flashed to every piece of fanfiction she had ever read, thankful for the wonderful tropes.

“So, we’re actually doing this?” She just wanted to make sure Lydia wasn’t messing with her.

“Yes, we’re actually doing this.”

~

Allison really wished Lydia was messing with her.

Instead, she was one hundred percent serious and was now forcing a shirtless and sweaty Stiles to go ask Chris if he’d help with training. Allison had suggested she ask her father, but Lydia thought it’d be harder for the man to say no if it was Stiles, especially if he had already spent a half hour training.

“Why me?” Stiles asked with a pout.

“Because Allison and I have something private to talk about and I really just want you out of hearing range.”

Allison couldn’t tell if the girl was lying or not.

Stiles sighed but nodded and trudged into the house. He made his way up the stairs towards the man’s office, where Allison had said he would be.

He knocked on the door but didn’t wait for any reaction before entering. He tried not to fidget too much as he stepped into the room, but of course his fingers still tapped out a mess against his leg.

“Hey, Chris.”

Stiles completely missed the look Chris gave him as his eyes were focused on the carpet in front of him.

“Do you wanna help out with my training?”

Chris almost didn’t hear the question. His brain had completely left him when Stiles walked in, and he was beginning to wonder if he had regressed back into a teenager or something. The kid (he’s not a kid anymore) shouldn’t be so distracting.

“Is Allison a bad teacher?” His brows furrowed.

‘Why would he need to help? Why would Stiles want him to help? Maybe- Nope, it’s going to be for completely innocent reasons.’

“No, actually Allison and Lydia are kinda making me ask you.”

‘So maybe not completely innocent.’

“I mean, I’m fine with it if you agree but, like, I didn’t wanna ask because I don’t wanna bother you. You look like you’re busy, with all those boxes and books.” Stiles had finally looked up as he gestured wildly, only now noticing the boxes filling the room. “What’s with all the boxes and books, by the way?” he asked, immediately side-tracked.

“A hunter died recently, he was friends with our family so he gave us some of his books,” Chris explained, latching onto the distraction.

Stiles knelt down to look at some of the books and Chris definitely did not think about certain inappropriate things.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Stiles said, almost as an afterthought as he ran his fingers over the books.

“Don’t be. He was more a friend of Gerard’s.”

Stiles nodded, paused for a moment, and looked up with hopeful eyes. Chris was really glad there were several boxes in between them.

“Are you organising these books? And can I help?”

He really wished he was capable of saying no to Stiles. Instead, he shrugged and replied, “If you really want to.”

The kid grinned and his eyes seemed to sparkle, but maybe that was just because he had stood up and moved into a patch of light.

“Great! So, how are you organising all of this?”

“Each box has a number on it. Write down the number into this book here, along with the titles of all the books in the box.”

Stiles nodded and got to work. He was surprisingly quiet as he moved around the room, from box to box and book to book. Chris might’ve spent a bit more time staring at Stiles (who was still shirtless, though the sweat had dried by now) than working, but Stiles made up for it in more than one way.

After twenty minutes of work and staring, Allison and Lydia appeared in the door of his office. Thankfully, it was during a time when Chris was working.

“What’s going on?” the girls spoke together, eyebrows furrowed.

“Stiles wanted to help me with organising the books.” Chris shrugged as he wrote down the name of a book.

Their eyes snapped to the boy in question, who looked sheepish and only a little frightened.

“Sorry?” Not the best apology.

Allison sighed and Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Did you even ask Mr. Argent the question?” the redhead demanded to know.

“I asked!” Stiles replied defensively, before he rubbed at the back of his neck and added on quietly, “I forgot to get an answer, though.”

The girls didn’t look too surprised, if the eye rolling and pursed lips were anything to go by.

Lydia turned to Chris and spoke, “So, Mr. Argent, would you like to join Allison and Stiles in training? I’m sure there are plenty of things you could teach them.”

“No, as you can see I’m rather busy right now, but thank you for the offer.”

The redhead seemed to be analysing every word he said, his tone and every millimetre he moved.

Allison glanced at her friend and sighed, “Come on, Lydia, he’s busy. Stiles, you coming?”

“Um,” the boy glanced between each person in the room, as well as the books, before hesitantly replying, “I kinda wanna help Chris organise.”

Lydia raised an eyebrow at that, but Allison nodded and pulled her out of the room before any suggestive comments or interrogating (or both) could occur.

“Jesus, she’s fucking terrifying,” Stiles muttered once the sound of their footsteps had disappeared.

Chris nodded his agreement, but kept silent as they went back to work. Well, work and staring.