you are perfect, ro. i imagine peter is endlessly (not)amused by the one-sided prank war and by how creative stiles can get with it. even better if peter would counter it with a reward system to fuck with stiles
I am now also imagining Peter trying to be cool while he breezes through his day with green hair because Stiles put a dye in his hair gel.
BUT REWARD SYSTEMS. //SCREAMS. I GOTTA TAG SOMEBODY FOR SURE NOW.
IF STILES REFRAINS FROM PRANKING PETER FOR A WHOLE 24 HOURS, GOOD THINGS HAPPEN. (like sexy times. all the sexy times. SO MUCH SEXY TIMES)
HAY SO FIRST: THIS POST MIGHT APPEAL TO YOU because it’s a drabble that i wrote right after i saw the teaser for the scene with meredith and peter. i just needed a million things where stiles touches peter’s face.
I JUST WANT. STILES THINKING HE’S IN LOVE AND PETER SORT OF JUST PUTTING UP WITH IT AND THINKING HE’S ABOVE IT. BUT PETER BEING BLINDSIDED BY SOME OF THE LITTLE GESTURES THAT STILES GIVES HIM.
like maybe peter has to carry stiles home because (SOME REALLY PLAUSIBLE REASON) and he has stiles slung over his shoulder all the way there. he tosses stiles into the bed, not even planning on doing something as ridiculous as tucking stiles in or anything but maybe just making sure he doesn’t make stiles hit the headboard. maybe turning stiles onto his side because (HEAD WOUND? DRUNKEN STUPOR??) it would be sucky if stiles threw up, aspirated, and died.
and stiles snuffles into his pillow, eyes fluttering in slight wakefulness while peter’s still leaning over him. and stiles just SMILES A LITTLE and he reaches up to brush his fingers against peter’s jaw, touch barely grazing peter’s cheek before his hand flops back to the sheets.
IDK IDK I JUST LIKE THINKING OF PETER BEING UNSETTLED AND UNCOMFORTABLE WITH CASUAL PHYSICAL AFFECTION THAT ISN’T SEXUAL AND RUNNING AWAY FROM THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE CONFUSING AND HE CAN’T EVEN STOP TO THINK ABOUT MANIPULATING THEM???
i forgot today was monday
Do you think every president goes through a awkward first few weeks in office when they’re not sure when’s the right time to ask if aliens are real or not?
OH MAN. STILES SURREPTITIOUSLY LAYING A CIRCLE OF MOUNTAIN ASH AROUND PETER’S CHAIR WHILE THEY’RE RESEARCHING AND THEN LAUGHING FOREVER WHEN PETER GETS UP TO GO TO THE BATHROOM OR SOMETHING AND JUST RUNS SMACK INTO THE BARRIER THAT’S ONLY THREE INCHES AWAY.
ENDLESS PUNISHMENT PRANKS.
Peter trudging into the loft with soggy shoes and marshland debris all the way up to his thighs. The whole pack is there already, safe and sound and munching on pizza, and Stiles forces himself to chew more slowly so that he doesn’t fucking choke while he tries not to laugh.
Peter just straightens, chin lifting like he totally intended to look like he walked five miles through a swamp. “Stiles,” he says. “I thought I told you I needed Derek to know about the mermaids.”
Everyone standing between Stiles and Peter abruptly gather their plates and extra pizza slices and drinks and fuck off.
Stiles swallows and licks his lips. “Did you?” His lips twist together for a second. “Must have slipped my mind.”
derek is his mate, and being with him is easy. even when they aren’t getting along particularly well — arguing loud enough to make the next meal uncomfortable for the whole pack — there is still this bone deep certainty that things will be okay. they will always circle back to each other in the end.
it’s what makes stiles feel a little guilty about this thing he has going on with peter.
as far as he knows, peter doesn’t have a mate — maybe he never did, maybe he lost his mate in the fire. (derek doesn’t remember, and no one dares ask.) when they first began meeting in the middle of the night, stiles was always quick to remind peter that they weren’t mates. it made peter chuckle.
stiles doesn’t know if he could explain why he keeps going back, why the way peter looks at him makes his heart beat faster and his whole body grow warm. maybe it’s how peter touches him — passionately, like he could never get enough. maybe it’s because stiles needs more than the simple certainty that’s provided through a mating bond.
maybe it’s what peter said to him the first night, when stiles had slipped from derek’s side to ease his restlessness.
"you don’t have to join me," peter had said. "it’s your decision."
maybe it’s because stiles was enchanted by the idea of choice. he could leave peter whenever he wanted and never have to endure the inexplicable pull of a mating bond for the rest of his life.
he stays because he wants to stay. for now, that’s all the reason stiles needs.
of being an asshole that has to be begged for every tiny bit of information. and peter leans back in the chair and is all about how he simply loves their misery. what he does not expect is for stiles to sweep his leg and nudge the chair sending peter to the floor with a crash. and peter is so damn shocked for a moment there that he can only stare up at stiles.
"you know, you were right. i do enjoy your misery" stiles tells him and the sashays off to help scott and derek
i am honestly just gonna roll around laughing my ass off while imagining peter flailing, arms waving around and panic written over his whole face, as soon as his chair tips back. just this sputtering of curses while peter reaches for balance and then the hard crash as he and the chair hit the floor.
oh god it’s like i’m having flashbacks to the moment that i decided that i was gonna ship arthur/eames.
this, scotty, is a kick.
AND THEN PETER’S SNIPPY SIDE EYE AFTER HE GETS THE LEGS OF HIS CHAIR BACK ON THE GROUND AND STIELS JUST PUTS A FINGER ACROSS HIS SMIRK AND DOESN’T EVEN TRY TO LOOK INNOCENT.