A♥️ (your local sterek menace)

Writing Sterek at the places where teeth meet tenderness. Threading red between lost boys and lone wolves. Soft hands, sharp edges, slow-burn disasters. Fic recs, WIPs, & too many feelings from the Hale house ruins. 🩸✨ stay feral, stay gentle

[bleedingredthreads]

🐺🔥Welcome to the wolfpit🐺🔥

(hi yes, you have entered a feral zone. buckle up.)

Hi! I’m Aliyah — resident chaos gremlin, Sterek enthusiast, emotional damage connoisseur, and author of fics that refuse to let me move on even though they’re allegedly “finished.”

this blog is: ✨ 50% unhinged tags ✨ 30% playlists that haunt me like Victorian ghosts ✨ 20% Derek Hale feelings I cannot legally contain

what you’ll find here: • sterek brainrot (terminal) • fic updates + snippets + accidental emotional warfare • chaotic tumblr energy™ • the wolfpit manifesto (yes, there are no laws.) • me crying over my own writing at 3 a.m. • derek being stiles’ mate across every universe because i SAID SO

what you won’t find here: • logic • peace • normal behaviour

if you’re here for vibes, angst, feral commentary, or to join me in embracing the spiral? CONGRATS — you’re now a citizen of the wolfpit.

the playlist owns you. i don’t make the rules. (there are no rules.) enjoy your stay 💛🔥🐺

[stilesedit]

Are you threatening us?

[captainpettie]

or: derek hale being the best boyfriend ever

[amywiliams]

[bleedingredthreads]

🐺💙 WOLFPIT, I HAVE RETURNED 💙🐺

before anybody says anything...

yes.

i know.

i promised i was back.

i promised the writing was coming.

i promised the werewolves would be fed.

and then...

Kenneth Nixon happened. (sorry not sorry🤫)

🙄

in my defence, i only meant to listen to one song.

ONE.

next thing i know i've been listening to Mean It (photographs and gasoline pt2) and The reckoning on repeat, staring into the void, and the sterek fic i promised you all is still sitting in my drafts.

so.

as an apology for my temporary disappearance into a framing hanley-shaped rabbit hole...

✨ RUNNING ON FUMES ✨

is now live.

featuring:

🐺 derek hale solving problems by providing blankets 💙 post-nogitsune stiles 🐺 bed sharing 💙 touch-starved baby 🐺 emotional support werewolf 💙 mutual pining 🐺 two idiots accidentally becoming each other's safe place

aka:

stiles can't sleep.

derek makes room.

everybody else realises they're in love long before they do.

as per usual 😌

thank you for your patience while i temporarily abandoned the wolfpit for a man with a guitar.

i have seen the error of my ways.

the werewolves have been fed.

nature is healing.

AO3 link below 👇🐺💙

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[seeminglydark]

The prompt was ‘detention.’

[seeminglydark]

reblogging with cute tags that make me happy <3

[seeminglydark]

NEVER GIVE UP even though most people see their ships on this piece because the characters faces arent visible, this artwork sent SO MANY people looking for who the characters were, reading my comics, sending me asks, and falling in love with Sully and Caro just like me. It's been an amazing ride. DO IT! Post your ocs!

xoxo raptorjules

[bleedingredthreads]

🚨 ATTENTION 🚨 ATTENTION 🚨

THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY BRAIN ROT 🧠💥—

🎓 UNI IS OVER 🎓

🔓 I HAVE BEEN RELEASED INTO THE WILD 🔓

🐺 THE WOLFPIT (MY WOLFPIT, MY DOMAIN, MY CURSED LITTLE CORNER OF STEREK TUMBLR) IS NOW FULLY OPERATIONAL ⚠️ AND ACTIVELY HUNTING 🩸🌙

do you understand what this means 👁️👁️

DO YOU ❗

this is not “i’ll write a little fic when i feel like it” energy 😌 this is “i black out and wake up with 6k of derek hale emotional damage and no memory of typing it” energy 💀🖊️🔥

i am about to: — feed the wolfpit with angst like it’s a ritual sacrifice 🩸🕯️ — write stiles so unhinged he becomes a public safety concern 🚨🤪 — make derek yearn so violently it counts as a natural disaster 🌪️🐺💔 — post at ungodly hours like a cryptid with wifi 👹📱🌙 — reply to comments like I’m mid-possession 😈🗣️

😴 sleep? irrelevant. ⏰ time? fake. 📚 responsibilities? blocked 🚫 and reported 🚨

this is my villain origin story 😈 but instead of crime it’s just sterek slow burn 🔥🐺💔 and emotional carnage 🩸

if you enter the wolfpit 🐺 you are NOT leaving the same person ⚠️

consider this your warning 🚫 or your invitation 😌🩸

🐺 welcome to the wolfpit 🍿 bring snacks 😭 or your tears ✨ preferably both ✨

[bleedingredthreads]

Hey Gang, dont shoot me!

hey my loves🖤

i know i kinda vanished for a while and i just wanted to say thank you for being patient with me.

the past couple months have been…a lot.

i’ve been dealing with some really heavy family stuff and made the difficult decision to go no contact for the sake of my own mental peace and wellbeing. on top of that, uni deadlines have been absolutely destroying me so i’ve basically been surviving on caffeine, playlists and emotional support sterek 😭

writing sort of had to take a backseat while i tried to get through everything and figure my life out a little.

BUT.

the sterek brainrot never left. not even slightly.

i have SO many ideas waiting in my notes app and once uni is officially finished at the end of may, i’m planning to come back properly to ao3 with more angst, healing, yearning and emotional devastation for everyone <3

thank you for sticking around while life got messy. genuinely. it means more than you know 🖤

see you all soon 🐺

[whentherainfall]

I saw this post about grumpy and sunshine married professors teaching in the same college, and I immediately thought of Sterek.

We have a mythology professor, Stiles, who is a super-geeky, extroverted, funny, and best-friend-to-the-students kinda professor who is an oversharer. And he often talks about his super hot husband, how they met, how they fell in love, got married, and have a son.

Then we have maths professor Hale, who is strict and tough and never utters a word about his personal life, and a mystery to the students.

The only reason the students even found out these two are married is because, one day Mr. Hale had to use his personal laptop for the projector and his homescreen was stiles holding their son.

[bleedingredthreads]

🚨BEEP BEEP! WOLFPIT ANNOUCMENT! BEEP BEEP! 🚨

ATTENTION ALL RESIDENTS OF THE WOLFPIT 🐺

I need everyone to gather around because I have just remembered that I wrote a THREE BOOK STEREK EMOTIONAL DISASTER SERIES and I am here to inflict it upon the timeline again.

The trilogy is called:

“he loved me wrong.”

and when I say wrong I mean:

❌ wrong timing ❌ wrong choices ❌ wrong words ❌ wrong silence ✔️ right love 💥 catastrophically incorrect execution

like imagine loving someone so much that instead of choosing them you just emotionally detonate both of your lives.

yeah.

THAT.

📕 BOOK 1 — THE NIGHT I STOPPED BEING YOURS

Stiles does something incredibly brave.

He comes out to his dad. Noah Stilinski is supportive. There are hugs. There is healing.

And then Stiles makes the WORST decision possible.

He goes to Derek.

Because Derek Hale has been the center of his universe for YEARS.

And Derek — the emotionally constipated disaster wolf that he is — panics and says:

“you’re just a child.” The night I stopped being yours

SIR???????

So Stiles does the most devastating thing imaginable.

He gets in the jeep.

AND HE LEAVES BEACON HILLS.

No bag. No warning. No goodbye.

Just gone.

FOR SIX YEARS.

Congratulations Derek Hale you absolute buffoon.

📗 BOOK 2 — WHAT THE RUIN LEFT BEHIND

Stiles doesn’t just run.

He erases himself.

New city. New name. New life.

“Thomas was born in that moment… from shattered glass and silence and a boy who had outlived too many versions of himself.” What the ruin left behind

He builds a new life in Chicago with a mechanic shop found family that would absolutely commit crimes for him.

Meanwhile Derek Hale is somewhere out there carrying six years of regret like a haunted Victorian widow.

Because guess what.

Derek DID love him.

He just thought loving Stiles would ruin him.

WHICH, CONGRATULATIONS DEREK, YOU RUINED HIM ANYWAY.

📘 BOOK 3 — THE MAN I BECAME FOR YOU

TWELVE YEARS LATER.

Stiles is older. Tattooed. Slightly feral. Emotionally unstable but trying his best.

Derek finds him again.

And Stiles reacts in the most normal way possible which is:

GRAB DEREK BY THE JACKET KISS HIM LIKE TWELVE YEARS OF REPRESSED FEELINGS JUST EXPLODED AND THEN RUN AWAY AGAIN

because obviously.

a feral, chaotic, twelve-years-of-feelings-in-one-explosion kiss. The man I became for you

this man commits emotional arson and then SPRINTS.

I respect the commitment honestly.

THIS SERIES CONTAINS:

🐺 Derek Hale regretting every life decision he has ever made 🦊 Stiles Stilinski reinventing himself three separate times 🛠️ mechanic shop found family who will throw hands for him 💔 catastrophic miscommunication 🫠 twelve years of unresolved feelings 🌸 Marisol beating Derek with flowers for hurting her son 🏃 Stiles running away from Derek 🏃 Stiles running away from his feelings 🏃 Stiles running away AGAIN

and somehow still finding his way back.

If you enjoy:

🔥 right person wrong time 🔥 “I loved you the whole time” 🔥 angst → healing → reunion 🔥 Derek Hale suffering (as he deserves) 🔥 Stiles Stilinski being a chaotic disaster gremlin

then congratulations.

this trilogy will emotionally destroy you.

and honestly?

I will be right there suffering with you.

because I wrote it and it still hurts me.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/5492896

[bleedingredthreads]

As AO3 is down and I can't leave kudos or a comment on the fic (woe is me, I don't have Book 2 and 3 downloaded), I just wanted to say as soon as humanly possible...

Holy shit.

You were not kidding with those authors notes on He Loved Me Wrong.

Heart smooshed into the carpet, ugly crying, wrapped in blankets and looking for stuffed animals to cuddle.

I cannot wait until I can read book 2!

You're amazing, and I appreciate you.

OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

First of all — the fact that you came over here because AO3 is down just to scream at me??? That is next-level dedication and I am clutching my chest about it.

“Heart smooshed into the carpet” is exactly the emotional state I was aiming for and also I am so sorry and also you’re welcome and also I need you to know I was equally wrapped in blankets while writing it.

When I said the author’s notes weren’t dramatic, I meant it. Book 1 was the warm-up heartbreak. Book 2? We go deeper. We unravel more. We heal in ways that hurt first. And Book 3… I won’t say anything except: keep the stuffed animals nearby.

The fact that it made you ugly cry in the best way is genuinely the highest compliment. That story means so much to me, and knowing it hit you like that? I’m never recovering from that information.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring. Thank you for feeling it with me.

AO3 will come back, Book 2 will be waiting, and I promise… I’ll be right there emotionally wrecking you again 💛

[bleedingredthreads]

🚨 EMOTIONAL ANNOUNCEMENT 🚨

My Valentine’s Day Sterek fic hit triple digits in kudos and I am not okay.

Not in a bad way.

In a “I cried for literal hours” way. 💘

I was in a uni lecture about youth knife crime — serious topic, serious face, academic brain switched on — and meanwhile AO3 quietly said “111.”

I had to sit there like a normal person while internally dissolving.

When it hit 100 I refreshed the page 4–5 times because I genuinely thought the website was glitching. I did not trust it. I do not trust joy easily.

But it was real.

And I went home and cried. Happy tears. Proper, cannot-breathe, clutching-a-pillow tears.

Because it’s such a vulnerable thing to write something and put it out there and hope it finds people. And it did.

Every kudos. Every comment. Every bookmark. The one person who subscribed to that fic. The 25 of you who have subscribed to me overall and decided you want to stick around.

I see it. I appreciate it. I don’t take it lightly.

You made a writer feel seen.

I might be unhinged. I might be emotionally compromised over fictional werewolves.

But I am so, so grateful. 💌🐺💛

p.s. for anyone asking “what fic??” — here’s the link before I retreat back into my cave to write more fictional angst 🐺

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80047326/chapters/210124826

[bleedingredthreads]

ATTENTION WOLFPIT 🐺💘

i have emerged from the academic trenches (final year + master’s applications tried to kill me but i lived) and i am bringing offerings.

new sterek fic dropping: “roses are red, wolves are complicated”

this is not angst. this is not pain. this is not emotional devastation.

this fic is COTTON CANDY.

pure sugar. no nutritional value. dissolves instantly. will rot your teeth. you will still consume it in five minutes and ask for more.

we’re talking:

arts class valentines assignment

stiles writing a heartfelt/sarcastic card

losing it like an idiot

derek finding it

derek KEEPING IT

lydia knowing everything because of course she does

jeep confession energy

soft derek hale rights

this fic is so fluffy it could legally float away.

enter at your own risk. bring emotional support snacks. screaming is encouraged.

posting as you read this 💌🐺

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80047326/chapters/210124826

[bleedingredthreads]

WOLF PIT PSA 🚨🐺🩸

HELLO i live here i swear 😭 i did not fall into a narrative void and die i was simply being hunted for sport by my FINAL YEAR OF UNI 📚💀 + masters applications for criminology & criminal justice (academia is a full-contact sport and i am losing)

like. i have been feral. rabid. typing essays at 2am. crying over references. drinking enough caffeine to legally become a problem ☕⚠️ meanwhile sterek has been pacing in my brain like caged wolves scratching at the drywall 🐺🐺🐺

BUT !!!

THE PIT BREATHES AGAIN 🩸 THE BRAINROT IS BACK 🧠🔥 THE GOOGLE DOCS HAVE REOPENED 📄✨ THE PLAYLIST IS DOING EMOTIONAL WAR CRIMES 🎧💔

i am planning to upload new sterek TOMORROW if i can wrestle the draft into submission and stop staring at it like it personally wronged me 😤🫠 no promises only vibes, sleep deprivation, and yearning™

thank you for not abandoning the pit while i was off pretending to be a responsible academic weapon 🧍‍♀️📚 y’all lurking, reblogging old fics, and generally being chaotic enablers means everything 🖤

we are SO BACK it’s actually concerning 🐺🩸🔥

[moondia-art]

When is a door not a door?

[bleedingredthreads]

STATUS UPDATE: STILL UNDEAD. 🧟‍♀️🖤

I disappeared because life personally scheduled the following nightmare rotation: illness 🤒 christmas 🎄🔪 grief ⚰️🕯️ ILLNESS. AGAIN. 🤒🤡🙄 and then new year’s showed up like it did nothing wrong 🥂💥

so yes. I logged off. I vanished. I stared into space. I became a cryptid. I have returned worse.

if you’re still here after all this, that’s between you and god 🐺🖤

happy new year, haunted woodland entities 🎆🥂 may 2026 mind its business, lower its voice, and stop making eye contact with us (it will not).

the sterek brainrot is BACK 🧠🔥 it is pacing my skull. it is screaming. it has a knife. I’m planning to write something in the next couple of days. what? unknown. tone? concerning. outcome? emotional damage.

sleep is a conspiracy 🛌❌ peace was never invited ☮️🚫 I write because the demons won’t shut up ✍️🩸

anyway. I’m back. blink wrong and I’ll vanish again.

— crawled out of the void, deeply inconvenienced 👁️👁️🐺

[bleedingredthreads]

🚨🚨🚨 WOLFPIT HOWLING ALERT 🚨🚨🚨

HE LOVED ME WRONG — BOOK 3: The Man I Became for You is officially 🩸🐺 FULLY OUT ON AO3 🐺🩸

This book clawed its way out of my ribcage. There is grief. There is survival. There is love rebuilt with teeth, dirt under the nails, and stubborn devotion.

If you’ve been in the wolfpit since book one — thank you for staying feral with me. If you’re new — welcome. Don’t touch the angst. Don’t feed it after midnight.

I’m so proud of this story I could cry and/or bite someone. It broke me. It healed me. It demanded I become someone else to finish it.

I am setting it loose now. Read responsibly. Scream loudly. Hydrate.

🩸🐺 from your feral bleedingredthreads author who is emotionally horizontal and staring at the ceiling 🐺🩸

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

p.s. while you’re all emotionally recovering from The Man I Became for You — yes, I am already writing another Sterek fic.

Yes, Gerard may or may not kidnap Stiles. Yes, Stiles may or may not be forced to believe Derek is dead. No, I will not be taking questions at this time.

👀Gerard Argent believed himself fearless. That was before the author noticed him.👀

The wolfpit never closes. Rest is a suggestion. Suffering is seasonal.

p.p.s yes, I am still very much sick while writing this, which means the angst is fever-enhanced, the pacing is unhinged, and I cannot be held responsible for what comes out of the wolfpit.