Imagine if Scott had never been bitten. That Scott had convinced Stiles to stay in that night and their lives were never immersed in the supernatural. Maybe thinks would've gone a whole lot differently.....

Dylan can't stop thinking about that time he and Ian had drunk sex after that night everyone went to the bar to celebrate finishing filming. He's currently pacing around in his hotel room, what will he do when Ian walks in and asks what's up? (Dylan O'Brien/Ian Bohen fic, if you like Steter - Stiles/Peter you might like this).

Here are some Steter One-Shots _______________________________ Fluff! Don't forget to vote. #12 Steter 11/30/2020

He dreams. He burns, always. He reaches for relief from the flames. (There is a boy.) Steter Week 2017 - November 29: Soulmates, Mates, and Anchors AU - By far the favorites of the theme suggestions, here is where lasting, deep, and abiding love and need come into play. What causes Stiles to become Peter's Anchor? When did they find out they are each other's soulmates? Are mating bites your favorite thing ever? Give us your spin on these awesome tropes!

Stiles has always been pragmatic and paranoid to Scott's friendly openness, and--to his frustration--suspicions about the newest arrivals to Beacon Hills go ignored and overlooked. That's fine, though. He's always been a fan of the saying 'If you want something done right, do it yourself.'

"Stiles?" he asks, turning on the light, and Stiles looks at him- eyes wide, a flicker of utter devotion and heartbreaking joy passing his features before his whole face crumples and- "Daddy?" John has never seen his son like this, or maybe he has, when Claudia died, but it's different somehow, <i>more</i>, and terrifying because he has no idea <i>why</i>. He's closed half the distance between them before he even has time to think it through, but it doesn't matter because Stiles has bridged the rest and flung himself into John's arms. He falls apart like that, holding onto John so tightly that it's hard to breathe, but he can't care about that right now because his son is sobbing and chanting "Daddy," desperately into his shoulder. [Or, the one where Stiles goes back in time to save the world, and surprisingly, survives to tell the tale.]

Five Times Stiles Told Peter to Do the Damn Dishes (and One Time He Actually DID) * All Stiles ever wanted was a boyfriend who actually did the dishes. Instead? He has Peter Hale. (Steter Week 2017 - November 25: Established Relationship - Do you want to make a gif set of Stiles and Peter getting married? How about drawing them adopting/having kids? Maybe you want to write about them arguing over mundane domestic issues as they navigate living together. Give us all your established relationship Steter feels.)

Everyone was dead. Only one person left. The human. The weak one. The one that should've died first. But no. Everyone wanted to protect him. So now he was alone. All his friends dead and gone. Leaving him empty and alone. Omg #1 in Steter 😱🤯

Being a college student is hard, especially when you have a more obscure major (if only because the price of your textbooks seem to be geared to how many times you can break down and sob hopelessly while in the campus bookstore). So when Stiles is given the chance to make some quick money, well... he'd be an idiot not to take it, right? All he has to do is stand there and look pretty and let the photographer do his job. ...oh, God. Stiles has made a Horrible Life Decision. (A Neckz 'n Throats story.) Steter Week 2017 - November 30: Dealer's Choice - None of the theme suggestions catch your fancy? Maybe you have something completely different in mind for Steter week. Space pirates? Gender and/or sexuality exploration? Movie or book crossover? Historical AU? Create a Steter fan work that makes you happy!

"Off-off off," chanted Stiles, yanking on the man's v-neck. Peter stubbornly refused to help and kept trying to work his hand into Stiles' skinny jeans. It was almost a crime to stop him. "Get this stupid thing off so I can get my mouth on you," he demanded. "As you wish." Peter conceded, shrugging out of his shirt in a way that made his muscles ripple. ------ PWP