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Ok well. This blog isn’t dead but like. It’s definitely like one of those bottom dwelling fish that lays completely still for days at a time before launching itself up to swallow a whole shark or whatever.

My Teen Wolf brain worms have suffered a population decline, but they still throw a worm rave now and then.

What I’m saying is hello to any new followers, this blog may be very quiet for long stretches but rest assured that I’m still in the clowning business.

#pinned post #here are a couple of tags for you to peruse:#tumblr fic and kinda fic #this blog needs a tag for my bullshit #tag fic

queeraang

i'm just saying i watched jeff davis force dylan o'brien and tyler hoechlin to spoon on a sailboat so they could beg for teen choice award votes so you'll have to excuse me if my bar for queerbait is a little high

#FOR A TEEN CHOICE AWARD

thenerdyindividual

Not enough people in the teen wolf fandom engage with the fact that stiles is actually fucking insane. My man was looking for the other half of a dismembered body in the woods just for funsies in episode one. My man was out here bringing a baseball bat to an Alpha fight. My man regularly threatened to turn his werewolf buddies into fur rugs. Why are you turning him into a sweetiepiecandonowrong?

#is looking for a dismembered body so wrong. is fracturing vertebrae not sweetiepie behavior #babydoll is my wretched little gumdrop who is so good at murder

screaming-sparrow

recently started watching teen wolf because i'm incapable of enjoying shows that are relevant in 2025. bon appetit.

screaming-sparrow

his manipulative ways and beautiful blue eyes have enchanted me

#semi is doing a lot of heavy lifting there

sototallynormaliswear

The first time Stiles and Derek ever worked together on something is them gaslighting Scott into thinking bitten wolves can't eat chocolate. They somehow manage to maintain this lie for nearly two decades

#canon

spikeface

friends <3

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takaraphoenix

I think that part of why Stiles aiding in Peter's murder is so important to me is because it stands in such a contrast to Peter's behavior toward Stiles.

Peter never harmed Stiles, at all. He doesn't hurt him, the worst he does is drag him along by his collar and shove his face down onto a car but even that is done much gentler than werewolf strength could make it.

But Stiles? Stiles took the first step in Peter's murder, by throwing the first Molotov cocktail. By wanting to set the victim of a horrific fire on fire again.

It's so ruthless and vicious and it is contrasted so hard by how Peter truly goes out of his way to not harm Stiles.

Not in the hospital when Stiles realizes Peter is the Alpha. Even though Peter could have so easily killed Stiles before Derek got there, but instead Peter just stood there and smiled at Stiles.

Not on the lacrosse field when he could have janked Stiles around, forced him with threats of violence. Even though Peter had just violently and animalistically attacked Lydia, yet even the act of making Stiles get off the ground is straight-up gentle by guiding him by his chin and not hauling him up with force.

Not in the parking garage, where it would have been so easy to force the bite onto Stiles, where it would have been so easy to just kill Stiles once he fulfilled his use. Even though we see the dead nurse in his trunk, because he killed her for being no longer useful. Even though he wants to give Stiles the bite, yet he accepts the rejection. And he just... leaves, not a hair harmed on that boy.

Peter's own behavior toward Stiles already stands in stark contrast to his behavior toward literally everybody else.

And, to me, it is heightened even more by the contrast of Stiles' own ruthlessness.

Because Peter did something worse than harm Stiles. He harmed those Stiles loved. He bit Scott and he tore into Lydia.

And it's probably my favorite character trait of Stiles', his unbreakable loyalty and his ruthless defense of those he loves. And I like to think it's also Peter's favorite character trait of Stiles'.

Which makes the murder so much more fucked up, in such a delicious way. Because it was traumatic and literally deadly to Peter, but I like to think that a part of Peter appreciates the part Stiles played in it.

Peter, who killed everyone who was involved with the Hale Fire, appreciates the ruthless murderous intend Stiles feels when those he loves are harmed and wronged. Even when it's the one boy he never harmed, never wanted to harm.

And that's fucked up and twisted and delicious and perfect.

#YEAH

midmorning-bomb

Promise

1.

“Promise me, you asshole!” He spits it out with a mouthful of blood, hands slipping as he tries to get a better grip under Peter’s shoulders.

“Promise me!” It’s all slick and red everywhere, the blood running into his eye from the gash on his forehead soaks the dirt beneath them.

2.

“Oh, you promise?” Stiles narrows his eyes at Peter’s too perfect smile. He would be an absolute fucking moron to trust this man.

3.

They’re in the middle of the forest at 3am, knee deep in bug guts. Some kind of demonic… cicadas, maybe? Ugh. It might be cool if he didn’t have glowing, highlighter yellow goo oozing all over, getting into his shoes and. Other places. God, why is this his life?

“Promise me we will never, ever do this again.” Peter looks even less impressed, frowning at the sludge staining his fancy cream cardigan, probably made of some kind of expensive shit like cashmere or the salty tears of his enemies.

Stiles puts on his most irritating grin.

“Aaw, not your cardy! Don’t worry, I have tide pens in the jeep.”

The faceful of wet leaves he gets is worth it.

4.

“Tell me,” Stiles pants into Peter’s neck, sheer pleasure and the drag of Peter’s claws up his thighs making concentration slip through his grasp like sand, like, like. Fuck, fuck, like…

He scrapes his nails down Peter’s back and moans, “Say it, promise me…”

5.

When he wakes up, it’s to the too-familiar burn of hospital antiseptic but, oddly enough, no also-too-familiar beeping of a heart monitor. His head spins when he opens eyes and oh, he knows that ceiling. Peter’s room.

He tries to think back, to pry loose the memories like fragile threads at the edge of his mind. He remembers so much blood and scrambling to get Peter safe and, “how long was I out?”

Peter’s grip is tight around his arm, avoiding the bandages on his wrist.

“You need to promise that you won’t,” Peter closes his eyes and clenches his jaw.

“You can’t leave me, Stiles.”

+1.

It’s not just a ring. Of course it wouldn’t be. Peter doesn’t just anything.

Then again, Stiles is probably one of the (very) few people who would accept a ring still on a finger. Sans body.

He fucking blushes. It’s impossible to hide, just as embarrassing as the wide, stupid smile on his face. Peter steps closer and tugs it off the torn flesh and bone, tossing the finger over his shoulder onto the bodies that litter the forest floor around them. The magic in the air encourages decay, they’ll be nothing but dirt and dust soon enough.

The same magic sings as Peter places the ring in Stiles’ palm and holds it tight with his hands.

“I told you Stiles.” He leans in close, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. “Forever, I promise.”

Stiles puts on the ring.

“Yeah, big same.”

#blushing and ‘big same’ he’s such a loser I love him

ambersagt

1. Touch - Foreheads

(Steter fic)

Stiles' ears were ringing. The smell of gasoline and dirt hung in the air, debris still swirling down around where he knelt crouched over Peter’s chest, shielding him from the fallout and pressing trembling hands against twitching, warm intestine as the wolf struggled to heal the gaping mess that was his stomach.

"We did it."

Sweat stuck his hair to his face, itching wetly where he pressed closer to his wolf—skin to skin in a desperate attempt to breathe his air because they did it.

They survived.

Below him Peter choked out a laugh, genuine joy bubbling up with the phlegm and blood that was sticking to his teeth.

"Marry me," Peter said, clawed fingers scraping just on the wrong side of painful where they gripped the small hair at the back of Stiles' neck. It felt amazing. They were alive, and Stiles laughed too, letting his wolf press their foreheads together, faces mashing bruisingly as he hungrily bit at the boy's jaw.

"Marry me," he repeated, kissing the words into the corner of Stiles' mouth, the curve of his manic smile.

Peter's organs were life-blood hot still under all too human hands, and for a moment Stiles closed his eyes and imagined the warm, pulsing meat was his wolf's heart. Held tenderly, pressed between his palms.

"Marry me," Stiles agreed, as the dust settled everywhere around them, and his wolf laughed red streaked kisses into his skin.

#GROSS I LOVE IT #‘marry me’ BOY YOU ARE IN HIS GUTS #TWITCHING WARM INTESTINE #fic rec