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Alright, I have spent an inordinate amount of time in the Merthur bathing/washing tag on AO3 (there is so much of it bc that fandom has TASTE), and it spawned this sort of half-baked idea about Steter and spongebaths that I could say might someday turn into a fic, but let’s be honest - neither myself nor god herself knows if that is true.
ANYWHO, here’s the idea:
It’s an alternate canon where Peter stays in the coma/catatonic a bit longer. By the time Stiles is a broke college student working part-time at the long-term care facility, Peter is verbal and cognizant (though still a bit fucked up from the locked-in syndrome) but he’s still wheelchair bound and unable to control his muscles well.
Stiles usually spends a bit of time chatting with Peter when he comes in to tidy his room, change bedpans, bring him his meals and help him eat. All that good stuff. Peter is definitely more lucid and chatty than most of the other patients, but he’s also a total asshole, which... sue him, Stiles likes that. So they bicker and bitch at each other. They banter. They flirt.
“Are you staring at my ass?” Stiles teases as he leans over the bed to put fresh sheets on it.
“I’m trying, but those scrubs are atrociously baggy. What happened to a good old fashioned candy striper outfit, hm?”
And then Stiles gets trained to do sponge baths. Which means... it means he’ll be responsible for giving sponge baths.
Which is fine! God, it’ll be totally fine, right? Hell, Peter’s dick probably doesn’t even work, and they’ll just make jokes and flirt, and it’ll be fine.
What he doesn’t expect is how quiet and awkward Peter gets at having Stiles see him in all of his atrophied, scarred up nakedness. And Stiles doesn’t know how to break the awkwardness. Fuck, Stiles is the one that creates awkwardness for other people to break!
So, naturally, as he’s in the middle of wiping down Peter’s legs, his stupid mouth blurts out, “Does your dick work?”
For a moment, Peter just stares at him in disbelief and a sort of horrified curiosity.
“Oh my god,” Stiles immediately says. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. I can’t believe I said that. Pretend I didn’t say that. Oh god, what the fuck is wrong with me?”
Peter narrows his eyes at Stiles and replies, “Why don’t you try and find out?”
