#implied steter

[omgtheywereawooomates]

Brett: *eye-fucking Stiles*

Peter: *silently watching*

Derek: ... you're being quiet, even for you.

Peter (still watching): Only an amateur plans a murder aloud.

[promptfiction]

stiles is tired. He's tired of being a fragile human, absolutely exhausted of being the only one to have bruises days, weeks later. Peter, though, seems to notice it too easily for his comfort, always saying "you should be a wolf, stiles." With that soft voice, almost purring on his ear "you would be so good as a wolf stiles", and it almost eats him alive some days. But he can't, he won't.

Stiles knows himself, better than most could hope. He knows that if, for some reason, someone turns him, he will need to leave Beacon Hills, leave his dad.

Stiles will never accept be turned into a wolf, not because some bullshit about species, no. Stiles won't accept it because it would go to his head so easily. It's already difficult controlling some tendencies just being a fragile human, he can't risk being anything else.

[screaming-sparrow]

plug a little weird but he chill

[in-over-my-head]

I Lost Who I Once Was

@stetersecretsanta2024 The Steter Secret Santa exchange will forever be my favorite, and I love writing these!! I hope you enjoy the story @teenwerewoofs

Relationships: Steter

Rating: Mature

Tags: Steter Secret Santa / Psychometry / Teen Wolf Bingo / Visions / Hurt and comfort / Angst and Feelings / Derek gets kidnapped / again / Stiles is trapped in the vault / Secret rooms / Magical Stiles / Alpha Peter / Implied Sexual content / implied masturbation / Hale Fire / Cannon Typical Violence

Summary

Trapped in the Hale vault, Stiles has nothing better to do than wander around, waiting to be rescued. Finding Peter’s secret bedroom, he uses his power of psychometry to learn who Peter used to be or maybe who he still is.

Excerpt: “Damn it. I forgot my fucking gloves,” he grumbled, rubbing his hands together. His fingertips were tingling, so he knew his magic was close to the surface. His psychometry was no joke, and the last thing he needed was to get sucked into some vision when he should be looking for a way out.

“Fuck yes!” he cheered, seeing a flashlight on the top shelf of the rack across from him. “God bless your organized, overprepared soul, Peter Hale.”

His knee throbbed as he scrambled around the shelf, pulling his sleeve over his hand to grab the flashlight and moving as fast as he could back to the entrance. Lighting up the entryway, he snatched his phone off the third step down and cursed under his breath at the cracks that covered it. “Come on, come on,” he muttered, pushing the button to light up the screen. His hand shook as he held it up, hoping the front camera was still intact.

“Hey, Siri. Call Peter.”

[takaraphoenix]

What the hell is happening? 🤦🏼‍♀️ Honestly, some people... 🤦🏼‍♀️ I hope you are not being harassed!!!!

(I just saw the poll post. Seems like there are some lovely and sweet and considerate people out there in the TW fandom 💀)

Okay so what is happening is that a for fun "best ship" poll tournament is being hosted and the match up between Steter and Th*am has caused some... drama. In the sense that a bunch of Th*am shippers seem incapable of understanding that Steter, the second biggest ship on AO3, may have a large following. I'm sorry, there is twice as many fics for our ship than theirs on AO3 - like, yeah, a large following is implied there, it is not a surprise.

But they're being petty and childish about it, calling Steter shippers names and insulting us and our ship. These things feel so much more ridiculous when it's an old fandom, because I always assume that everyone here should be a grown up at this point?? Or at least mature enough to just... engage with what they love? Ship war bullshit should be reserved to new or young fandoms. How do you not age out of it?

But yeah. Not being personally harassed, just indirectly insulted by these petty, childish people who can't take their ship not sweeping a dumb poll tournament on tumblr.

(The ridiculous thing is they would lose next round anyway because any ship matched against Sterek is gonna lose. This is the Teen Wolf fandom, after all. Like. This round doesn't even really matter, it just determines who's gonna lose against Sterek?? So? Chill??)

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

I Lost Who I Once Was

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61389757 by In_Over_My_Head Trapped in the Hale vault, Stiles has nothing better to do than wander around, waiting to be rescued. Finding Peter’s secret bedroom, he uses his power of psychometry to learn who Peter used to be or maybe who he still is.   Excerpt: “Damn it. I forgot my fucking gloves,” he grumbled, rubbing his hands together. His fingertips were tingling, so he knew his magic was close to the surface. His psychometry was no joke, and the last thing he needed was to get sucked into some vision when he should be looking for a way out. “Fuck yes!” he cheered, seeing a flashlight on the top shelf of the rack across from him. “God bless your organized, overprepared soul, Peter Hale.” His knee throbbed as he scrambled around the shelf, pulling his sleeve over his hand to grab the flashlight and moving as fast as he could back to the entrance. Lighting up the entryway, he snatched his phone off the third step down and cursed under his breath at the cracks that covered it. “Come on, come on,” he muttered, pushing the button to light up the screen. His hand shook as he held it up, hoping the front camera was still intact. “Hey, Siri. Call Peter.” Words: 4781, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 6 of Teen Wolf Bingo 2024 Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Derek Hale Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Steter Secret Santa 2024, Psychometry, Teen Wolf Bingo 2024, Visions, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Feelings, Kidnapped Derek Hale, Again, Stiles gets trapped, secret rooms, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Implied Sexual Content, implied masterbation, The Hale Fire (Teen Wolf), Canon-Typical Violence Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/61389757

[steter-bang]

Starting off with a neat Steter AU video.

Sweet Dreams AU: Stiles & Peter by TheAvatarxpotter on YouTube. Description: Stiles meets Peter in Eichen House. Peter fall in love with him and plans their escape, until he finds out the reason Stiles was sent there in the first place.

Next, I'd like to spotlight @exequien. They have discovered a way to render Ian Bohen's face in a way where it is so obviously Peter and I think that's really amazing. If you've ever tried to draw him you know that his features are really particular so this is quite an accomplishment. Their art tag is here.

The below piece has a truly excellent rendition of Peter in the lower left quadrant. The hair, the lips, the doting expression 🥹🥹🥹

And finally, how about a playlist that shows the push-and-pull of the Steter relationship. This playlist takes us on a journey in only nine songs, guiding us through the peaks and valleys of two people who are drawn to one another despite lacking trust.

This is medieval times doesn't imply happy endings, Stiles by mccollich.

Happy Friday! Only 7 DAYS until signups!!!!

-<3 Mod Frankie

[lmaster37]

thinking about gute nacht, freunde by reinhard mey again. what a tender exploration of closeness.

[Video description: the audio recording of the song Gute Nacht Freunde by Reinhard Mey. The video is a still image of Reinhard Mey, an elderly white man. The song consists of soft vocals over a calm guitar instrumental. End description.]

here's my attempt at a translation because i need to share this absolute gem of a song with you people ↓

disclaimers: I do speak both German and English, but I'm by no means a professional translator. I've prioritised accuracy over elegance—accordingly, the English translations are often awkward or somewhat clunky. Rest assured that these are entirely on me, and that the original lyrics are devastatingly elegant in their simplicity, at least in my humble opinion.

original:

[Chorus]

Gute Nacht, Freunde, es wird Zeit für mich zu geh'n

Was ich noch zu sagen hätte, dauert eine Zigarette

Und ein letztes Glas im Steh'n

translation:

[Chorus]

Good night, friends, it's about time for me to go

What I have left to say takes just one cigarette

And one last glass standing up

notes: this uses a somewhat informal register, strongly implying the singer is close to his friends. The phrase "es wird Zeit" ("it's getting to the time") is one that evokes reluctance—the singer knows that he should get on his way, but clearly wants to stay with his friends. The cigarette and the last beverage are consumed standing up, ie lingering by the exit while the singer is delaying his departure.

The chorus repeats after every verse.

original:

Für den Tag, für die Nacht unter eurem Dach habt Dank

Für den Platz an eurem Tisch, für jedes Glas, das ich trank

Für den Teller, den ihr mit zu den euren stellt

Als sei selbstverständlicher nichts auf der Welt

translation:

For the day, for the night under your roof have my thanks

For the place at your table, for every glass that I drank

For the plate you put next to yours

As if nothing in the world could be more natural

notes: German differentiates between singular and plural second person, so this is still addressing the friends as a group, not just one person. "Habt Dank" ("have (my) thanks") is a bit antiquated, but still reads as informal in this context imo. Glass is used synonymously to a beverage (presumably something alcoholic like beer or wine). The third line with the plate specifically notes that the singer's plate is being placed together with the others, not merely close to them but treated as an equal member of the group. "Selbstverständlich" means that something is obvious/should be taken for granted.

original:

Habt Dank für die Zeit, die ich mit euch verplaudert hab'

Und für eure Geduld, wenn's mehr als eine Meinung gab

Dafür, dass ihr nie fragt, wann ich komm' oder geh'

Für die stets offene Tür, in der ich jetzt steh'

translation:

Have my thanks for the time that I've chatted away with you

And for your patience when there was more than one opinion

For never asking when I'm coming or going

For the ever-open door in which I now stand

notes: still plural second person. "Zeit verplaudern" ("chatting away time") is often associated with losing track of time; a related phrase is "sich verplaudern" (literally "chatting away yourself") which means getting distracted by talking to somebody for a longer time than you intended, for example if you happened to meet a friend while running errands. The "ever-open door" reinforces that the singer is on the verge of leaving for the night, but keeps letting himself get persuaded into just one more cigarette + glass while they're finishing up their conversation.

original:

Für die Freiheit, die als steter Gast bei euch wohnt

Habt Dank, dass ihr nie fragt, was es bringt, ob es lohnt

Vielleicht liegt es daran, dass man von draußen meint

Dass in euren Fenstern das Licht wärmer scheint

translation:

For Freedom, who lives with you as a constant guest

Have my thanks for never asking what it'll yield, whether it pays off

Perhaps it's because, from the outside, one thinks

That the light glows warmer in your windows

notes: in the original German, it's not explicitly clear whether this is freedom the broad concept, or Freedom the personified incarnation. Based on the description as a constant guest, I chose the latter. "Stet" means constant, but also steady/even-keeled; in my reading, the phrase "steter Gast" frames Freedom as having a similarly close relationship to the friends as the singer himself. "Was es bringt, ob es lohnt" are impersonal verbs in German; I'm not sure what a more natural translation in English would look like. "Man meint" does directly translate to "one thinks/has the opinion/believes", but is significantly less formal in German. "shines" would be a more literal translation of "scheint" than "glows" in my estimation, but the emotional tone here (warmth, connection, invitation) is better conveyed by "glows".

And there we go! Please feel free to ask for clarifications on any point. As mentioned, I do not know what the hell I'm doing, but I love overexplaining and this is a song I think about a lot :3

[abodynamicslife]

This is fascinating. I’m still convinced that red hoodie Scott wore in the pilot was Stiles’ hoodie, and Peter bit Scott by mistake, following Stiles’ scent to the wrong boy. Because Peter told Stiles “I like you, Stiles,” and he’s never liked Scott. 

I’m not scared of you.

[fascinatedscrawls]

Title: With a Heave-O Haul! Author: Nenagh24(EverFascinated) Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Word Count: 35219 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin & Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale & Erica Reyes, Erica Reyes & Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Steter Bang 2021, Swordfighting, Crew as Family, Bounty Hunter Stiles, Captain Peter Hale, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Flirting, Embedded Images, Singing, Sea Shanties, Creature Stiles Stilinski, One Shot Summary: When Stiles tags along on his best friend’s first voyage away from Beacon Point, he comes to appreciate the Shelby’s crew along with her captain, Peter Hale, and begins to wonder if he's finally found a place for himself along the way.

[serendipitioussurvival]

This little Alpha of Mine

Another Steter au.. thing. enjoy~

Fem!Stiles/Peter Hale, Werecreature!Stiles

Half the population of Beacon Hills was overwhelmed with horror and pity when the Beacon County Sherrif’s office posted the missing person notice of one Maczysz ‘Max’ Stilinski. Her vehicle had been found in the parking lot of the Preserve lake with busted windows and blood coating the door and seats. Of course, the public didn’t know about the blood, Hale Pack had cleaned it up for John so there wouldn’t be any questions about why it looked more like a crime scene instead of a case of abduction. 

That isn’t to say that Hale pack was completely calm, either. All eight of them, plus a young Scott McCall, his mother, and Jeorek ‘John’ Stilinski were hit with multiple levels of frustration and worry that only grew to be more so with the more time that passed. The few tips the police department did get proved to be mostly duds and, after a week of her being gone with no credible lead, her case went cold. The deputies and police still looked for her, of course, they just weren’t expecting to find her alive. 

The pitying looks John got from work almost drove him to drink again, the knowledge that his daughter would come back from the grave just to kick his ass if he ever picked up the bottle again was the only thing that kept him from going back down that path. Scott, who had gotten into fights regularily when people said they were sorry for his loss, refused to believe that she was dead, never stopped looking. Hale Pack, too, had his back with this assessment, especially when Peter told them that they would be able to feel it if she were dead, through their pack bonds. 

It had also caused a burning shame at the realization that only Scott, Isaac, Vernon, and Peter had pack bonds with the eccentric Stilinski. It had caused a rift in the pack for a few days before everyone swore to be better when they found her. 

Sometimes that vow was what kept them all together. 

It was only because of the wards Max had put up around the old Hale house that he had been able to dodge the attack from Ennis, giving him just enough time for the rage and fury that had been bubbling under his skin for the past month of her disappearance to come to the surface in a vicious arch of claws that easily gouged out the tissue and muscle of his right shoulder, rendering it obsolete - at least for a few moments. 

They fought and fought until Ennis had his claws at Peter’s throat, sneering down at him in victory. 

The next instant he was on the ground screaming in fury and pain as a Fox / Coyote hybrid tore at the back of his neck with its teeth, platinum coat with russet furs scattered like a blush on its forehead and spine and black patches on its ears and in the center of its tail. It growled and gnawed until his spinal cord snapped and his screams had long since died, it continued after for good measure until his head was completely removed from his body. A fitting slow death for the murderous bastard if Peter did say so himself. 

He did not move when it turned its blood coated maw to him, licking at its chops with lowered ears as if it didn’t approve of the taste. Well, that bode(bade?) well for him, didn’t it?

Or so he thought until the hybrid approached him and gave a long lick to one of the healing wounds on his arm. He seized when an accompanying growl came from the door, a Coyote flashing brilliant blues in warning, jerking back only when his flashed back. 

“How incredibly unhygienic,” he mused, brow-raising when she huffed in amusement and licked at another one of his wounds across his chest, speeding the healing of his wounds. “And who is the Princess Charming to my oh so elegant Damsel in distress?” a low whine that time, accompanied by her ears pricking up at the various footsteps rushing towards them (from yards away but that only secured his theory further). She gave a single growl like yip at the Coyote at the door, nuzzled her nose against Peter’s neck, and promptly left out the back with her Coyote friend in tow. 

Something that interested him considering Fox’s weren’t pack animals. If she truly was a hybrid werefox/coyote then it would make sense as to why she was accompanied by a werecoyote, they tended to hunt in pairs and stay in family groups. She had understood him too and then scented him in a very intimate way. Regardless, she had saved his life - Max would’ve killed him if he died before finding her - and had lowered the threat of the Alpha pack that had made its way to Beacon Hills. 

He wasn’t expecting to see her again, but he did. 

Right as the second month passed after Max had gone missing Isaac and Scott had the great idea of forcing the Werecoyote to shift, thinking her a Malia Tate who had gone missing when she was eight or so with her little sister. He had found out too late, and thus was coming onto the scene of Isaac and the hybrid staring at one another, hunkered to the ground as if she were afraid with shrill whines leaving her maw. When Scott’s roar sounded through the forest her Alpha red’s flashed and a shrill howl left her. It wasn’t in challenge, it wasn’t even in answer, no it was released in grief at the loss of a pack member. 

“No, wait-!” he tried, but the moment he took a step forward she was bolting into the woods, disappearing just as a shirtless Scott cleared the tree lines, escorting a very unsteady teenage girl with his shirt on. Her nose rose in the air when the wind blew, whining low. “You’re an idiot,” Peter cursed Scott, then blinked when she rushed to him, stumbling slightly over her own feet, and buried her face into his bicep to try and smother herself in his scent. “You just broke a pack up, if you were going to do this to the one you should’ve done it to the other.” He didn’t bother to try and explain why she was relaxing at his smell - didn’t quite understand it either honestly - and didn’t even think when he wrapped his arm around her protectively. 

He didn’t know who either of them was but they had saved his life and that was something he wouldn’t forget. Not when they could be potential pack members, not when something was nagging at the back of his head about both of them. 

“The other one?” Scott questioned numbly, looking pained as the small victory was taken from him. “Isaac, what other one?” 

“There was another one, Scott, an Alpha. It uh, it looked like a Fox, coyote, wolf thing.” he was rubbing at his chest with a frown. “I don’t know about this one man, Peter’s right. She sounded so… sad.” Malia whimpered when she looked over the forest line, then buried deeper when she couldn’t catch sight of her den mate.  

When she was safely stowed away in the back of John’s police cruiser she immediately began trying to get to the picture of Max and John standing together smiling on his dash. Peter didn’t understand why until she began whimpering in earnest and trying to form words that she no longer remembered how to properly form. “Max,” it sounded like she was saying it around food in her mouth, but the name was there. “Maaaax.” her fingers wiggled through the little metal railings that separated the back and front of the police cruiser. 

“Of course,” Peter hissed, drawing together the points and small observations he had made along with his theories. “Max!” and then he was shedding his clothes and launching into the air, shifting so that he could chase after her faster than his two legs would carry him. He searched all night and all the next day but found no trace of her. The pack even joined him the next night, Derek having ‘appropriated’ the memory Malia had of Max. Derek actually trusted his uncle to view the memories he had seen, especially since it had to deal with Max. 

Turns out Malia had watched her face off against Kali - the one who had drug Max (she had a lot of cuts and smelled mostly of ozone and blood) through her window and presumably broke the others - and use her Spark to send rose vines through her Silent Hill style before, at last, it decapitated her and drug her body to the earth to serve as food for the Nemeton. Malia had padded forward to initially eat Max but had been surprised by the way she faltered against the ground, clutching at her abdomen with red-stained skin, a fresh bite in plain view on her forearm. She was rapidly smelling like not food and more like her kind, so she waited. 

Max had greeted the Werecoyote as her skin began to flush with fever. She told her briefly her name and how, if she were lucky, the bite would take and she’d get to be actual pack and wouldn’t die. Malia hadn’t understood, but Peter did, and so did Derek when he viewed the memory. It was their first clue in a long ass time-

It did nothing to alleviate the frustration, it only added to it actually. How could they not have thought that she would’ve been targeted by the Alpha pack, how could they not have assumed or thought about the fact that she could've been bitten or turned?

No, they didn’t see Max until she was saving Scott from the Darach who had tried to lunge at the newly appointed ‘True Alpha’, maw locked around her throat while her claws dug at her chest, trying for her heart. Deucalion and Peter were grateful for her savagery, were impressed by it, but Scott and Derek were too focused on the fact that she smelled like fury and grief. They were too focused that this was Max, that this was the smiling girl who was always cooking or baking for them, that was always comforting Erica and Vernon through their traumatic memories. This was the woman who was always scenting them, the one who had been the glue keeping them all together. 

“Max,” Peter breathed, chest rumbling comfortingly when she rubbed her head against his neck, ears and tail hanging low with her building nerves. 

“It seems,” Deucalion drawled as he crouched over the dead Darach, “that your friend is stuck in her shift.” he shoved his hand into the ragged flesh and tendon that Max had made of the Darach’s chest and ripped out her heart, then without so much as a secondary glance at the body, rolled the heart to the Hybrid. “If you eat that it will re-balance your energies and you’ll shift back.” 

“I could just force her shift, I’ve done it before.” Scott protested, not trusting the Alpha of Alpha’s. Peter dug his hand into the fur of her flank and soothed her pitched growls. If Peter was surprised when she actually shifted to lean more into him then he didn’t show it outwardly, no he was focusing mainly on the fact that her pack bond came into full strength when she did.

“It won’t work on Max like it did with Malia,” Peter told him, kneeling so that he was at eye level with her. “She shifted as she was dying, the last of her Spark most likely is the reason she even turned.” he picked up the heart and stilled Max when she took a threatening step forward at Scott when he growled at Peter. “It’s okay,” he soothed, taking the fact that Scott had actually retreated with a groan when her amber red/orange Alpha eyes flashed at him. “Max, eat this, okay?” 

It was only because it was him who had offered the heart to her that she was eating it, he knew this and it filled him with equal parts joy and smug arrogance. He was shrugging off his jacket and scarf the moment she finished eating, readying for when she shifted back and her inevitable nakedness. 

“Was it under your orders that Kali attacked Max?” If his answer was yes then Peter would kill him himself. 

“No,” a truth, “Kali regularly acted on her own, it does not surprise me that she met her end from one of her victims.” another truth, Scott flinched away. 

“She killed Kali?” it was said in pain and hurt - as if she had done so to personally slight the teenager. 

“Out of self-defense you idiot,” Peter hissed, eyes never leaving Max as she began scratching at her ears, whining low in her throat. “considering that she would’ve died if she were a human, I’d say it was completely justifiable. She killed Ennis too, saving my life, and that bitch over there saving your life.” 

“Then I’ve been trying to recruit the wrong wolves.” Deucalion murmured, sitting down with a heavy sigh so as to accept whatever fate befell him now. Honestly… he was ready for death, he had his sight back and with the death of his pack - whose bonds he couldn’t even feel them die through - his anger was dimmed. He no longer had a purpose, no longer had a plan. If he were being completely honest he was relieved. 

He joined them as they watched the hybrid shake and cry, lowering itself fully onto the floor with her body pressed as tight against Peter’s as she could get it. He was stunned when platinum fur receded into fair human skin dotted with moles and freckles like constellations. She was lanky, maybe five foot six at most, and had hair that reminded him of sunlight and laughter in a meadow that dropped to the middle of her back. She couldn’t be any older than eighteen, 

“Peter?” It was guttural and high pitched and it was perfect. Her hands shook when they reached for his face, trembling even when her fingertips ghosted over his scruff. She was naked and lying half on top of his lap but she was back, her whine and relief hit him full force when he sank his cheek into her palm, jacket covering up her naked skin from their prying eyes. “Peter!” and then she was launching into him, limbs at awkward angles as they scrambled to try and find purchase so she could press completely into him. “PeterPeterPeter.” she whined, burying her nose into his neck to drown herself in his scent. 

“I’ve got you, Max, I’m here.” he soothed, hefting her into his arms and against his chest to soothe both of them. He had gone so long without her that he had forgotten what it felt like to have her, forgotten her scent of Sandalwood and ozone, forgotten how her touch always sent warmth straight to his heart and relaxed him in ways he never thought possible. “I’m here.” he wasn’t going to let her go again, not after having lost her.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

show me

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55264342 by MyDownstairsNeighborSanyutero (prodigalsanyo) Stiles and Peter hook up when Stiles is an adult. It's just casual fun until Stiles forgets to hide his imperfections. Peter is usually thrilled with dirty secrets, but not this one. Words: 2493, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Scars, Secrets, Magic, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Aged-Up Stiles Stilinski, Sassy Peter Hale, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Consensual steter Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55264342

[purecanesugar]

IMPLIED CHILD ABUSE!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Gerard Argent, Chris Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale Additional Tags: Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Torture, Bad Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), The Sheriff is a Bad Dad, everyone is neglectful, Manipulative Stiles Stilinski, Mentions of Hannibal Lecter - Freeform Summary:

Summers spent with his Uncle Hannibal Lecter have shaped Stiles Stilinski into a manipulative, intelligent young man. He uses the skills given to him to escape Gerard's basement with Erica and Boyd in tow, only to arrive at the warehouse in time to get his revenge.

[everfascinated]

I just got distracted by a drabble idea that is so narrowly focused idk if anyone else would like it. Anyone else like KHR crossovers and Steter? ...Anyone? ...Beuller?

I still may write it though to give myself a tiny break from HitmanAU

gotta combat burnout somehow

[infiniteeight8]

Steter: “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“No.”

Stiles waves at the screen. “This dresser is everything you want. The right height. The right number of drawers. The right finish. It’s even got the kind of drawer pull you like. What’s the problem?”

“It’s Ikea. I’m not buying Ikea furniture again,” Peter insists.

Stiles pauses. “Again implies that you bought it once before.”

“My first apartment after college was mostly Ikea.” Peter reaches over to the computer and clicks away from the Ikea catalog. 

“Did you not like it?”

Peter sighs. “I was trying to be someone I’m not. I won’t do that again.”

“Okay. No Ikea.”

(Hilariously, I literally bought Ikea furniture 1.5 hours ago. 😆)

[omgtheywereawooomates]

Allison: What iS a Pillow Princess, Stiles?

Stiles: W-what-?

Allison: Derek's creepy uncle called you a--

Stiles: --I hEARD YOU. I just don't... have the heart to tell you..??

Allison: Fine. I'll just look it up~

Stiles: Ohgod, no, don't-!

Allison: TOO LATE

Allison: *rapidfire typing*

Allison: Ooooh.

Allison: *cackling*

Stiles: Don't hate just because you're jealous.