[papatundespainknife]

i'm just saying s2 would have easily been solved if someone had just shot gerard. i am always astounded by how few of these problems are being solved via guns in a modern american setting. peter's right there and he has no morals plus he hates that guy. give him a sniper rifle and a clear shot of allison's house. solved.

[roux-yaps]

[intereststew]

Say what you like about Louis Theroux but him giggling in the opening sequence about manosphere YouTubers freaking out when they find out who he is, is extremely funny to me. What do you MEAN they agreed to take part in a documentary without doing a simple google search. What do you MEAN these 20 something year old dudes didn’t know who Louis Theroux was.

[wwwwyamd]

AO3 IS DOWN

[villainwithacrush]

[nirmiti]

the intimacy of "how do you know that?"

"because I know you."

[kymera219]

[geneticdriftwood]

honestly? abandoned/on indefinite hiatus/very slow to update fics, even and especially AUs and longfics, are often some of my absolute favorites. and people who refuse to read them are missing out!

for one, stories don’t have to be finished to be enjoyable and worth reading. but also? an unfinished fic is a whole little universe that just keeps on existing in my head! their world stays alive for me in a way that doesn’t always happen with fics I binge read and finish, and i love it. i don’t know how their story ends, so it just keeps going! and even when those stories DO update and finish years later, they’ve been in my head for so long that they stick around like old friends.

so to any author with unfinished works: thank you SO much for sharing what you had without waiting to finish it first. you’re just giving me the gift of getting to spend more time with your story and your idea. if you do update again someday, i’ll be delighted to jump back in! but if you don’t, just know a little piece of your world still lives on in a beloved tiny terrarium in my brain. i promise i’m taking good care of it :)

i don’t normally ask this, but if this resonates with you please reblog it, so it can reach the authors who need to hear it <3

[butteryoptimisticpeanut]

I finally uploaded part 2 of my fic !!!

Summary:

Peter didn't know why, but for some reason, the cat that had crashed into his apartment out of nowhere and had been nothing but a nuisance so far made his chest feel warm and light. Funnily enough, this smug bastard of a cat reminded him of Stiles with his smartass remarks and annoying pestering. He knew he should be aggravated, show his wolf eyes to make clear he shouldn't be trifled with. But just like with Stiles, he felt strangely honoured that the cat was going out of its way to pester him, and that it didn't care about the air of danger he knew he exuded. He was a werewolf, and he knew he smelled like one. The cat didn't seem to care, though. Just like Stiles, with him… that challenging look would appear in his eyes and cause this fluttering fee-

CRASH

-fuck, that was an antique vase. Peter shouldn’t have gotten distracted while the little devil was still in his house. As he swiftly moved to the crime scene, the brown cat looked down at him, meowing innocently while standing over the remains of the family heirloom.

[daisybeats]

Derek Hale is having a perfectly normal morning.

Which is to say: the coffee tastes burnt, the fridge is making a noise that sounds ominously sentient, and Peter is sitting at the kitchen island wearing Derek’s hoodie like he owns it.

Cora is there too, perched on the counter, swinging her legs and scrolling through her phone.

Stiles is also there.

Which is, Derek realizes belatedly, probably the problem.

Stiles is pacing.

Not the usual Stiles pacing, either. This is aggressive pacing. Arms flailing, words spilling out faster than Derek can track, socked feet slapping against the loft floor like he’s trying to wear a groove into it.

“I’m just saying,” Stiles says, gesturing wildly at absolutely nothing, “if you’re going to ignore your phone for twelve hours, maybe you could consider the fact that I might assume you’re dead? Or kidnapped? Or dead and kidnapped?”

“I was at the shop,” Derek says, evenly. Calmly. Patiently. Like a man who has had this argument before. “My phone died.”

Stiles spins on him. “Phones don’t just die, Derek. They give warnings. They blink. They vibrate. They cry out for help.”

Peter hums into his mug. “That last one might be projection.”

Cora snorts.

Derek shoots Peter a look. “Why are you still here?”

Peter smiles sweetly. “Your hospitality is unmatched.”

“Get your own coffee.”

“I did.” Peter taps the mug. “From your cabinet.”

Stiles throws his hands up. “See? This is what I’m talking about. Zero boundaries. No communication. Absolute emotional negligence.”

Derek frowns. “Why are you this upset?"

Stiles opens his mouth.

Closes it.

Opens it again.

“Well maybe,” Stiles says, voice rising just a little, “because when you disappear without telling me, my brain immediately decides you’ve run off on some reckless alpha martyr mission and I don’t find out until I’m identifying a body and-”

“I left you a note,” Derek says.

“You left me a Post-it that said ‘Back later.’”

“That is a note.”

“That is a threat.”

Cora leans toward Peter. “Is this-”

Peter nods. “Yes.”

Derek rubs his temples. “Stiles. I was gone half a day.”

“Half a day is six hours too long when you have a habit of almost dying,” Stiles snaps. “Sorry that I care about you.”

There it is.

The silence lands like a dropped plate.

Stiles freezes.

Derek freezes.

Peter slowly lowers his mug.

Cora blinks.

Stiles swallows, eyes wide, and then - because this is Stiles Stilinski and there is no off switch - he barrels straight through it.

“I mean obviously I care,” Stiles says quickly. Too quickly. “Because you’re, you know…you. And you’re important. And if something happened to you it would be bad. For me. Emotionally. Like, devastatingly bad. World-ending bad. Can’t-breathe bad. Which is normal. For friends. Best friends. Or…whatever we are.”

Derek’s brain has left the building.

Peter’s eyebrows are somewhere near his hairline.

Cora looks between them. “Wait,” she says slowly. “You’re not together?”

Stiles laughs. A little hysterically. “What? No. Why would we-”

Peter cuts in, delighted. “Oh, sweetheart.”

Derek croaks, “What?”

Cora hops off the counter. “We thought you were dating.”

Stiles stares at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

Peter gestures vaguely between Derek and Stiles. “The domesticity. The way you argue like an old married couple. The fact that Stiles sleeps here more than at his father’s house.”

“I sleep on the couch!” Stiles protests.

“With his hoodie as a pillow,” Peter says. “And his scent soaked into it.”

Derek’s ears are burning.

Cora shrugs. “Also you pack his lunch.”

“I pack everyone’s lunch!”

“You cut the crusts off his sandwiches.”

Stiles’ mouth opens. Closes. “He doesn’t like crusts.”

Derek mutters, “They’re unnecessary.”

Peter beams. “See? Courtship.”

Stiles turns slowly toward Derek. “Did you think that we were dating too?”

Derek finally finds his voice. “I…no. well…I didn’t-”

“You didn’t think to mention that?” Stiles demands.

Derek looks miserable. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?!"

“That I-” Derek stops. Breathes. Tries again. “That I like you.”

The world stops.

Stiles’ face goes completely blank.

“Oh,” he says.

Peter hums. “There it is.”

Cora grins. “Told you.”

Stiles’ laugh this time is soft. Disbelieving. “You - wait - you like me?”

Derek nods once. Then, because apparently today is the day of honesty, adds, “A lot.”

Stiles sways slightly. “Cool. Cool cool cool. Because I-” He gestures vaguely at himself. “I may have just accidentally confessed my undying devotion in front of your entire family.”

Peter raises his mug. “We’re touched.”

Cora claps. “This is better than TV.”

Stiles looks at Derek, eyes bright and a little watery. “I like you too. A lot. Like…ridiculously. I just didn’t think-”

Derek steps closer. Careful. Like Stiles might spook.

“I was going to ask you out,” Derek says. “Eventually.”

“Eventually,” Stiles echoes. “We live together.”

“I wanted to do it right.”

Stiles smiles. Soft and fond and completely undone. “You are doing it right.”

Peter clears his throat loudly. “So. Are we interrupting or-”

“Yes,” Derek and Stiles say in unison.

Cora laughs and heads for the door, grabbing Peter by the arm. “Come on. Let them figure it out.”

Peter allows himself to be dragged, calling over his shoulder, “Use protection! And labels!”

The door closes.

Silence.

Then Stiles exhales a laugh. “Well. That was a thing.”

Derek nods. “We should talk."

“Definitely.”

A beat.

Stiles steps forward and presses a quick, awkward kiss to Derek’s mouth.

Pulls back.

Grins.

“Hi,” he says.

Derek smiles back, slow and warm and absolutely certain. “Hi.”

And somewhere downstairs, Peter Hale smiles smugly, because honestly, it was about time.

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[butteryoptimisticpeanut]

Ugh i was doing so well with writing, and then i suddenly realized i switched from past tense to present tense in the middle of my writing... Yeah ugh, i dont feel like going back and changing it all. Update can wait

[cinnamqndol]

teen wolf x my music taste

[theoryly]

I wrote 7333 words today for a SINGLE chapter update of Souls of Old (Stiles x Peter x Chris x Deucalion). I had intended to update at least two fics, but Stiles reqlly demanded I solve his problems god dayum. Now it's almost 8pm and I still have to pick up wifey from work, sweep the house and tidy my studio 💀

[butteryoptimisticpeanut]

Oh shit this sounds really good when i jave time i have to read this

[bladeweave]

"they should be in a healthy relationship with good communication" they should be obsessive freaks who stalk each other and have zero boundaries

[butteryoptimisticpeanut]

Okay but why have we collectively decided that Peter studied law? Isnt it so much more logical he studied history?? With all his little facts, comparing things to myths and historical stuff... Hell even the flashback episode he was very specific about how he was telling the story. (i mean also because he was lying). Because he was paying attention to context and cause and effect and stuff, very historical of him.

Tbf i imagine him so much more as someone spending a lot of time in his personal library, researching pet projects and trying to get rare books at auctions than actually helping people as a lawyer. Peter doesnt want to be bothered with the actual world, and people. He doesnt need the money. He just wants to know more about this very specific historic event, that he's into right now. (Which could be something like supernatural beings throughout history, like doing queer reading but supernatural).

As a teacher, i imagine he likes it because people are forced to listen to him. Hes the kind of teacher that only talks about his research topic in class, not caring about anything else or his students learning anything more useful. Like he teaches something about myth in history because he will get fired if he says werewolves are a thing. Students absolutely hate or love him, no inbetween. He is a good storyteller (i mean we've seen that) and as heectures he cant stay still, walking from his desk to his chair, to the door, leaning against the back wall, sitting on the desk, appearing behind students who arent paying attention. Even the students that dont like him have to admit his lectures are entertaining. He himself also has obvious favourites, not bothering to hide his dislike for some people. Hes collected some students that he deems promising and tells them about the supernatural recruiting them for his mission (imagine them showing up out of nowhere to do research for the pack. Omg Stiles could be one of the students. Like they hate each other at first and everyone knows. Everyone is like dont go to a lecture where they both are because they will bicker the whole time. Stiles will argue with peter cutting through his bullshit, and peter likes it because stiles is obviously making good points. But peter is also frustrated because stiles is missing one important detail: the supernatural. So he ends up telling him, which he usually only does with his favourites but now also with stiles. I imagine a very intense scene in his office. Stiles just scoffs and doesnt believe him.

Also, he's definitely not adhering to academic ethics. He will spin the narrative so it fits what he wants to say. Maybe he's even a bit delusional, like hes that teacher that is convinced that that famous historical figure, that didnt live anywhere near? Yeah he was a werewolf and buried around the corner. And yeah hes going out in the middle of the night with a shovel to confirm his theory because officials have denied him the rights to dig om church property. And Stiles is going with him because he got detention. Chaos ensues.

Stiles sees the shovel and says "oh god. This is it isnt it? You're going to kill and bury me. I'm going to be murdered by the insane professor because I couldnt keep my mouth shut. Fitting end i guess."

Peter just rolls his eyes, doesnt deny it, letting stiles stew in it for a bit longer.

[butteryoptimisticpeanut]

Ok im realizing this post sounds like im hating on Peter being depicted as a Lawyer, but thats not what i mean! (i wrote this right as i woke up so its very unfiltered haha). I just read a lot of fanfics where he is a lawyer and kinda accepted that in my head, and then on my rewatch just started wondering where that came from, because he seems so nerdy about history (which i absolutely love).

But I love Peter as a lawyer! He loves being in a position of power, and damn is he smug about it. He could be very nerdy about law as well, i imagine him going on and on about certain laws and how one can circumvent them, and what their purpose and history is. He just seems the kind of person that when he's into something, he's fully into it in a dorky kind of way. I can also imagine peter becoming a lawyer because he's desperate to prove himself as useful to the pack, because he's a bit of an outsider.

But what other career/study paths would fit Peter? Or hobbies, he had enough money, doesnt need to work of course.

[sunnyhopeworld]

The fire changed Peter. His boyish charm got lost in the flames and his heart, once honest and open to read, hid behind high walls of arrogance and detachment. The smirk he spotted now had grown sharper, less playful than when he used to tease his nephew and nieces as children or joked with Talia about certain packs passing the territory.

After coming back from the dead, Peter got rid of the last reminder of the past, his long hair. He told the hairdresser to just give him a modern men's cut, easy to obtain and being stylish at the same time. After all, resurrection didn't took his sense of looking good.

Sometimes, in the shadows of the night, his bed feeling too cold and the bedroom too big, Peter fled to the Hale vault in the middle of the preserve, rummaging through the hidden compartment behind the bookshelves. He never dared to take the notebooks back to his apartment, afraid that they might burn down someday if someone dared to commit arson again. It's unlikely with all the protection runes littering his space but his scars ran too deep to accept that. So, he sat on the dusty floor under the flickering of naked light bulbs, tracing yellowing pictures with trembling fingers. His younger self felt like a stranger frozen in time, smiling widely with tousled dark blond hair falling in his face and bright blue eyes full of life and wonder.

Peter knew he would never manage that look again. He simply experienced too much to still see the good in everything. Still, one picture always brought a trace of old times back to his face, mouth faintly smiling and eyes softening at the corners. Not that Peter realized because the only thing that had his attention was the young man happily looking back at him, light blue irises slightly washed out by the yellowish sheen of the picture. Chris Argent, once his whole world now a mere memory in the secrecy and dark of night. Tomorrow, Peter would be hiding behind his protective walls again, but in that moment he allowed himself to grieve a part he had lost.

[butteryoptimisticpeanut]

Okay but why have we collectively decided that Peter studied law? Isnt it so much more logical he studied history?? With all his little facts, comparing things to myths and historical stuff... Hell even the flashback episode he was very specific about how he was telling the story. (i mean also because he was lying). Because he was paying attention to context and cause and effect and stuff, very historical of him.

Tbf i imagine him so much more as someone spending a lot of time in his personal library, researching pet projects and trying to get rare books at auctions than actually helping people as a lawyer. Peter doesnt want to be bothered with the actual world, and people. He doesnt need the money. He just wants to know more about this very specific historic event, that he's into right now. (Which could be something like supernatural beings throughout history, like doing queer reading but supernatural).

As a teacher, i imagine he likes it because people are forced to listen to him. Hes the kind of teacher that only talks about his research topic in class, not caring about anything else or his students learning anything more useful. Like he teaches something about myth in history because he will get fired if he says werewolves are a thing. Students absolutely hate or love him, no inbetween. He is a good storyteller (i mean we've seen that) and as heectures he cant stay still, walking from his desk to his chair, to the door, leaning against the back wall, sitting on the desk, appearing behind students who arent paying attention. Even the students that dont like him have to admit his lectures are entertaining. He himself also has obvious favourites, not bothering to hide his dislike for some people. Hes collected some students that he deems promising and tells them about the supernatural recruiting them for his mission (imagine them showing up out of nowhere to do research for the pack. Omg Stiles could be one of the students. Like they hate each other at first and everyone knows. Everyone is like dont go to a lecture where they both are because they will bicker the whole time. Stiles will argue with peter cutting through his bullshit, and peter likes it because stiles is obviously making good points. But peter is also frustrated because stiles is missing one important detail: the supernatural. So he ends up telling him, which he usually only does with his favourites but now also with stiles. I imagine a very intense scene in his office. Stiles just scoffs and doesnt believe him.

Also, he's definitely not adhering to academic ethics. He will spin the narrative so it fits what he wants to say. Maybe he's even a bit delusional, like hes that teacher that is convinced that that famous historical figure, that didnt live anywhere near? Yeah he was a werewolf and buried around the corner. And yeah hes going out in the middle of the night with a shovel to confirm his theory because officials have denied him the rights to dig om church property. And Stiles is going with him because he got detention. Chaos ensues.

Stiles sees the shovel and says "oh god. This is it isnt it? You're going to kill and bury me. I'm going to be murdered by the insane professor because I couldnt keep my mouth shut. Fitting end i guess."

Peter just rolls his eyes, doesnt deny it, letting stiles stew in it for a bit longer.

[sunnyhopeworld]

Another petopher fanfic idea (I hate and love my mind for dumping them on me all at once).

There's a new big bad in town and somehow it managed to wipe Chris of all his memories so the pack tries to make him remember. Deaton says something about how important memories could help and after everyone fails with stories they all experienced together (they purposely leave out Allison's death to not get him into shock), Peter almost reluctantly steps forward, telling them he could help. Nobody knows of their history together so the pack is a little confused, but they all want Chris back so they don't question it (yet).

Chris sits on the examination table in Deaton's clinic so Peter crouches down in front of him to meet his eyes. Then, he starts to tell him about France, about a house in the south where lilac blooms over endless fields and how they once wanted to run off and start a new life there. And Peter addresses him by his middle name, Laurent, the letters heavy on his tongue. In that moment, he doesn't care that everyone is staring, baffled by what they hear, but Chris seems to remember pieces, about plans that never became reality, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tries to put them together.

"I wanted to marry you."

The words feel like a slap to Peter's face, but before he can sort his mind again, Chris is already looking around, the cloudiness lifting from his gaze as he starts to recognize his surroundings and the people standing near. Peter uses the moment to try and put his pokerface back on, mumbling something about "There, he's good now." before basically fleeing the scene, not wanting to deal with whatever questions will eventually be asked.

[butteryoptimisticpeanut]

Omg i love this

'there, he's good now.'

I can just imagine the hurt in his voice, maybe almost breaking