Stiles sat on the floor of Peter’s bedroom, checking over the leaves and watering each plant carefully, “I think he’s taking these guys like... Next week or something?” He said mindlessly, tongue between his teeth as he finished and separated each plant by another inch, “Also, you didn’t really tell me that reading some of those books was going to be like reading porn. The fourth on the shelf is like... More graphic than anything I think I’ve ever read, and that includes fanfiction.”
“I figured it’d take away some of the excitement if I told you what you were in for,” Peter said from where he sat on the edge of his bed, watching Stiles meticulously, “I trust you enjoyed it, though, yes? A young man like you with raging hormones, you must have.” Though age didn’t have much to do with it, he still enjoyed reading them from time to time, himself.
“I think the best part is knowing that they really happened,” Stiles admitted shamelessly, “Fanfiction can only really go so far, when you know the characters don’t exist and it’s all just fantasy. I don’t know, I was in shock the first time reading it over, pretty sure I dropped the journal at one point.”