#stiles stilinski au

[stilinskibaby]

FRATBOY!STILES STILINSKI × READER

a breath of fresh air, that's how stiles describes you. he has a reputation but you puts all of that on hold the moment he meets you. he's all craft beer, snap backs and teasing smirks. he makes you feel like you're on fire, a spark that can't put out. can you make him settle down?

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[websterss]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 — 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Here’s a little werewolf au I conjured up. The supermoon overpowers Stiles control resulting in a casualty.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): ANGST, mentions of dying

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,477

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Werewolf!Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you guys like it! ♡ I tried with the eyes lol, I don’t how to use after effects yet, had to turn to photoshop. :/

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You didn’t expect to become the only human in the pack. You see there were two humans in the pack, You and Stiles, but after what happened to Stiles, he didn’t have much of a choice. Stile’s life was at stake. He was practically on his deathbed. So, you had to turn to your only option left, Scott. Scott bit Stiles to save his life. It was hard enough as it was, but Stiles becoming a werewolf, now that was even harder. He had a hard time trying to control his shifting. But he had his friends to help him along the way.

“Tell me again why we’re here?” Malia asked. She clearly wasn’t in the mood to attend another pack meeting.

“Because there’s a supermoon tonight, and we need to make sure nobody does anything stupid.” All eyes turn to face Liam.

“Oh, come on, it was one time.” He whined.

“Yeah, and it’s forever engraved in our heads,” Stiles told him. 

“It was really hot out that night.” He shrugged.

“Beacon Hills usually is during the summer.” Stiles quipped.

“Okay we get it guys, knock it off you two.” You gave a playful stern look to them. Whether those two believed it or not they were the best of pals. Liam looked up to Stiles and Scott, but he would appreciate it more if the guidance didn’t consist of the constant sarcasm and teasing. 

“Y/n’s right, we have a serious matter, this isn’t like any other moon we’ve been through, the supermoon will make us more aggressive, stronger, even violent, and we have to stay alert at all times, we can’t risk anyone getting hurt,” Scott informed his pack.

“Or killed,” Malia said. 

“Exactly.” Scott nodded.

“So how will we be able to control it?” Hayden questioned.

“We have chains, shouldn’t that at least help get you all through the night?” Lydia said.

“It’s not enough, everyone would break free instantly.” Scott shook his head. 

“What about mountain ash, would that hold you guys back?” Mason suggested. 

“That’s not a bad idea.” Stiles nodded.

“Great problem solved! Um, but what are we going to do about the human in the room?” You pointed at yourself.

“The human…will stay as far away from any of us.” Stiles flailed his arms around gesturing to the supernatural beings in the room.

“I want to help.” You pleaded.

“No, I’m not risking putting you in danger.”

“I am perfectly capable of staying away from danger.” Stiles stood silent. His shoulders slumped. You were gonna give him a migraine. He looked away shaking his head.

“What, I can!” You raised an eyebrow.

“Just stay home tonight Y/n, please, just go home.” He pointed to the door. Every one of them avoids your gaze. 

“Scott.” You looked at the alpha. 

He sheepishly looked up at you, then at Stiles, who shook his head no. 

“Stiles is right. You could get hurt, Y/n. So stay home okay.”

“Fine.” You muttered. Little did he know you weren’t going to listen to him. 

-

“Okay, I think that’s enough mountain ash to keep you guys’ in.” Mason got up and dusted his palms on his jeans.

“Good job Mason.” Lydia stood beside him behind the line of mountain ash. They decided to keep them all in the library for the night. Scott, Hayden, Liam, Malia, and Stiles were all chained up to poles, the mountain ash was for just in case. All of them could feel how the super moon was affecting them. They let out grunts and growls. Fur growing on their face, claws coming out of their fingernails. It was a recipe for a disaster.

“I think that’s our cue to leave!” Mason started tugging on Lydia’s upper arm.

“Good idea.” She nodded her head in agreement. They ran out into the hall hoping that the mountain ash was enough to keep them from running wild into the night. When they thought they were good, it just got worse. They saw you walking past them. Lydia immediately calls after you to retreat.

You walked towards another set of doors pushing it forwards, the door creaking in response. You stood in the hallway. Staring down the dark eery hallways. There wasn’t anyone around. You never liked school at night. That gut feeling in your chest was telling you to turn back, and you almost did, except the low growl behind you caused a chill down your spine. You spun around slowly, your breathing labored as you now face what you were scared of encountering tonight. Your boyfriend was in full rage. You keep still in your tracks as two glowing eyes stare right back at you.

“Stiles.” You slowly stood. The only response was a grunt and heavy breathing. That further told your flight or fight response to take a step away from him.

“This isn’t you okay, it’s the moon taking control of you.” 

“This is me!” He roared, making you flinch.

“No, it’s not!” You cried out. You took each step back with caution.

“Baby, just, just find an anchor, okay? Yeah, an anchor, okay. Think of me.” You nodded.

“The only thing I’m thinking is wanting to sink my teeth in that pretty neck of yours!” 

Oh you were in total shit.

“Stiles please, okay. You have to fight this!” You pleaded. You couldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N!” You whipped your head to see Lydia and Mason approaching you. Stiles took your distraction as an advantage, rushing forward, full charge, the collision of your bodies was enough to knock you off balance. You slipped on your feet falling on your back.

“Stiles...” You whispered out in pain. You watched him slowly hover over you looking at you as if you were prey. Your eyes widened fearing the worst to come.

“No!” Lydia screamed, she was running to you as fast as she could in her heeled boots. Mason watched in terror as you screamed out in agony. 

You didn’t know what was happening. It felt like a blur. You felt a tremendous amount of pain in your chest, your senses were going numb. You were going in and out of an unconscious state of mind. Then everything seemed to go dark. Stiles had finally stopped, his brain slowly starting to process what he just did. His claws were dripping with blood. Your blood. His eyes went back to their original chocolate brown. He hesitantly brought a hand to your face caressing it softly. His eyes trailed down to the gory sight of your chest and stomach covered in claw marks. His doing. He let out a shaky breath as his eyes found your face again. His hand hovering over you, not wanting to further touch you, but his heart was trying to reach out for you

“Y/n? Y/n, hey, please wake up.” He whispered. “Y/n, please!”

“Stiles!” Scott’s voice rang out like an echo. Footsteps could be heard beating down the hall, growing closer to the messy sight of you laying still in Stiles’ arms.

“No, no, no! Y/n!” Stiles yelled out. He brought you into his chest, rocking you back and forth and kissing your temple. Your head pulled back. Eyes closed. Your whole body was limp. You were practically weightless. He could no longer hear your heart beating.

“No, baby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He choked up. “Open your eyes, let me see them again, please...” He weeped.

Scott, Malia, Liam, and Hayden didn’t hear the rhythmic beating in your chest no more. You were gone. Lydia was on the floor weeping for you.

Stiles had a feeling that someone was going to end up hurt, he knew the risks of the supermoon, but he didn’t think you were going to be the casualty of tonight, nor did he think that he would be the one to take away your life. Sirens could be heard from a distance. It wasn’t the ambulance though, it was Stiles’ father and Deputy Parrish.

“Stiles...” Sheriff Stilinski ran up to his son, his gaze stopped on you. “Oh god...Is she?”

“Yeah,” Lydia responded.

“Oh god…” Sheriff Stilinski ran a hand down his face. It was bad enough he was dealing with all the supernatural stuff, but to see you, his son’s girlfriend lying dead in his arms was worse. He saw you like his own daughter and wanted to keep you safe, but then again no one was ever safe in Beacon Hills.

“I killed her dad,” Stiles muttered. 

“Stiles-” His dad started.

“No! She’s dead because of me. She’s dead!” He shouted out. All gazes suddenly fell on him.

Everyone knew what would happen if they ever took an innocent’s life. They’ve heard the stories. They knew the outcome. They knew how Derek ended up.

“What?” He cried out. 

“Stiles…your eyes, they’re blue.”

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[laheysdork]

strangers - stiles stilinski

summary: you decided that he’s a stranger to you a long time ago, but what if tragedy strikes and the only person that could help you is him?

word count: 4.8k

warnings: cursing, fights, angst, slight fluff, vomit?, a little violence

a/n: so sorry i have been mia for months, i moved out and am finally living (as in not being stuck in my room all the time) i have this enemies-to-lovers fic siting for the longest time in my draft so hope yall like it! the italic bolded ones are flashbacks in case it gets pretty confusing. and i would like to apologize beforehand 🤠

masterlist

Strangers—they’re not always the people we don’t know. Some of them can be by choice, someone we chose to forget.

Sighing at the thought of another dreadful day at school, you drag your feet towards your first class. Your muscle memory kicking in, you pick the seat at the back corner, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible as you wish you can hide under a huge invisible cloak. After dumping your bag onto the floor next to the table, your body lazily sinks into the chair. Shuffling inside the pocket of your hoodie, you take out your phone and click it on, looking at the time.

7.50 A.M.

For once, you are early. Class starts at 8, so you have an extra 10 minutes to waste. As you begin to think about ways to kill the time, you hear two familiar voices growing louder as they enter the class.

You know those voices by heart. The voices that would always cheer you up when you were sad, the voices that continuously came up with jokes every day, but also the same voices that have shattered the only living soul you have left. How could one bring so much joy but also pain?

“Come on, Stiles. Star Wars? Again? Don’t you have any other movies to watch for our weekly movie nights?” you grumbled irritatedly.

“Last week, Scott picked some lame-ass rom-com and forced us to sit through it so this week it’s MY turn for revenge.” He emphasized the ‘my’ and crossed his arms across his chest, smirking at the thought of his genius evil plan.

“Fine, but next week I’m making you watch Spiderman.”

His curled lips dropped flat instantly. “Spiderman? Y/N, you know I am a DC man. Why would you do this to me?” he whined in disbelief which earned a maniacal laugh from you.

“Well, as you said before Stilinski, that is MY turn for revenge.”

Losing yourself in your thoughts, 10 minutes have long passed as the coach abruptly enters the classroom.

“This is the right class, right? Yeah, I think so.” He mumbles to himself as he places his stuff onto the teacher’s desk and clears his throat.

“Since I’m busy today, you will be doing a pair project.”

And the class goes wild.

“Hey, shut up. I’m not done yet.” Coach yells which gradually silences the class.

“Before all of you got too happy, I will be picking the pairs. Some of you depended on other students too much and that is not good.” He shakes his head, trailing off the subject.

“So, uhm, I’m just going to write the pairs on the board and the instructions. While I’m at it, please for the love of God shut your mouth.”

You are surprised. As a generally unlucky person, today doesn’t seem so bad. You won’t have to sit through coach’s lectures for 2 periods, which you consider as a total win.

However, your triumph does not last long as the words written messily on the board haunt you.

Pair 3: Y/F/N Y/L/N, Stiles Stilinski

Fuck-

“Okay, so all you have to do is collect some general information regarding the market structures and make a mind map. Simple. Now, huddle up with your buddies and get to work.”

Even after everyone starts grouping up with their partners, you are still slumped in the corner, not having any sort of will or energy left to interact with Stiles Stilinski.

Thankfully (or not), Stiles decides to make the first move, his silhouette towering your sitting figure. As you strictly look at your phone, a loud screech filled your ears, Stiles noisily dragging a vacant chair next to your table.

“Y/N,” he called in a tone you can’t quite comprehend.

God.

“Yeah,” you replied bluntly, glancing up.

“I- um, I wanted to say-“

“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you.”

In fact, you actually can. Hell, you even know what he’s about to say. But you do not brace yourself for this. You can barely look at him, let alone talk to him.

“Hey, movie night at 7?” You nudged on Stiles' arms, startling him, busy going through a bunch of papers on his desk.

“Uhh, no. I’m busy tonight.” He glanced to you for a second then proceeds to occupy himself.

“Okay, how about tomorrow?”

Missing your best friends, you were determined to get the band back together. Stiles and Scott had been exceptionally busy for the past few days and you were not quite sure why.

At first, you thought maybe it had something to do with the new girl, Allison. Scott seemed to be all over her. But then there was that creepy peculiar guy, Derek, who was borderline stalking them. They started to ditch you alone, running off to some secret mission, and you were tired of it. Why were they keeping it from you? Did they not trust you enough?

“Also busy,” he muttered, his focus still fully on the pile of paper. Your mouth gaped to come up with something that would get them to spend time with you but was interrupted by the ringing of the bell. In a flash, Stiles stood up, aimlessly gathering his papers, and zoomed out of the class, leaving your deadpanned state unattended.

From the widely-opened door, you could see Stiles rushing over to Scott. He told Scott something inaudible unless you got some sort of super-hearing, but from the look on Scott’s face, it must’ve been urgently distressing. Both of them bolted out of the school together without you, once again.

“I’ll do the monopoly and monopolistic competition and you do perfect competition and oligopoly. I’ll draw the mind map after school,” you state clearly and monotonously, wanting to quickly get this over with.

“Y/N, I-“

“Is it unclear?” you snap, rather cold.

“No, but-“

“Okay, then. You better start reading.” You heavily lift your book out of the bag and drop it on top of your table.

“What the hell just happened? Scott? Stiles?”

Your quizzical eyes darted waveringly between the two jittery boys, confused and infuriated.

Earlier, the boys had invited you, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson to come over and study. For a while there, you were hopeful. You thought that this small gathering could be a step closer to things going back to how it was, but displeasingly, you were absolutely mistaken.

“I don’t know, it’s-“

“What kind of lie are you coming up with now huh, Stiles? I know you know something!” you confronted.

“Y/N, we didn’t-“

“Oh, you think I didn’t notice? That guy Derek? Then both of you suddenly went M.I.A for days? And don’t get me started with the ‘Sorry, Deaton needs me at the clinic’ or ‘Sorry, my dad called me, gotta go’. We’ve been friends since we were 10 for fucks sake!”

Gladly the three of you were left alone because you were furiously shouting at this point. Allison offered to drive Lydia home the moment she sensed the unnerving tension between the three of you.

“And now, even after whatever that thing is just almost killed us, you still think I don’t deserve to know the truth?”

You shot the two boys death glares through your teary eyes which they actively try to avoid. They looked miserably guilty, something you currently want them to feel.

“You know what, I’m done. Don’t bother chasing after me to explain. I can just ask Allison.” And with that bitter statement, you left the two stunned boys standing frozen on the front porch.

Both of you are quietly reading through the materials and highlighting the key points. You silently thank Stiles for not trying to initiate another awkward conversation, which probably is caused by your previous intimidation.

Luckily, time seems to fly as the bell rings, indicating the end of the class. Not wanting to spend another second in this hellhole, you immediately left the class.

Following that incident, Stiles and Scott tried to reach you for days. Your phone would constantly light up once every few hours with either Scott’s or Stiles’ name lighting up the lockscreen.

After a week or so, the calls eventually came to a halt. You were relieved the ongoing calls that you have convinced yourself were bothering you stopped. But deep down all those denials, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that they gave up on you so effortlessly.

At the same time, you couldn’t blame them either. You were pretty ruthless.

Things never went back to normal. You avoided them at all cost, stop sitting at their table, vowing to never speak to them ever again.

You knew that keeping grudges would eventually hurt you more than it should but you were headstrong.

They did not trust you. They lied to you. They have made their bed and now you’re just simply letting them sleep on it.

However, this didn’t stop you from being attentive towards them. From time to time, you tried to keep tabs on them by checking in with Allison. But that was until she passed away.

The news left you completely devastated and heartbroken. Even though you were not on good terms with Scott and Stiles, you were still close with Allison.

She was your best friend. She patiently supported you through the heartache of losing your two best friends, she taught you how to stand strong independently, she gave you hope on the brighter days that had yet to come, but most importantly, she trusted you when Scott and Stiles didn’t.

You were also aware of the whole void situation, which pained you more than you thought it would. The thought of the vibrant, eccentric Stiles going through unspeakable agony and remorse wrecked you.

During Allison’s funeral, you decided that letting your distant facade down just for a day to console the pack won’t kill you.

Approaching them after the reception, a surprised look was painted on each of their faces, especially Scott and Stiles. You gave your condolences to everyone and hugged Stiles and Scott, something you haven’t done in ages. Their bodies stiffen from your unexpected action, but soon they melt into the hug and cling onto you tightly, finally accepting that you were really embracing them.

After pulling apart, you excused Scott to give you and Stiles a moment alone.

“Stiles, I know you’re thinking that this is your fault but listen to me, it is not. You were not in control. You were not you. You did not do this.”

Upon hearing comforting words from his long-lost friend, he let out an excruciating sob. Instinctively, you pulled him into your embrace once again as he squeezed you tighter.

You might not be able to forgive him yet but at least you could be there with him through this disastrous nightmare.

The whole day, you try to steer clear of Stiles or the pack. You know he’s trying to get a hold of you, probably wanting to discuss the unfinished project; but we don’t need to add more to the plate, don’t we?

Once school ended, you quickly rush home. From a distance, you can hear Stiles call out your name. But being the excellent evader you claim to be, you ignore them.

Just as you think the day can’t get any worse, the doorbell in your house chimes, indicating a guest present on your doorsteps. You sigh, knowing who is standing behind that door and this time you can’t dodge it.

So much for being an excellent evader.

“What?” you ask, getting straight to the point.

“We haven’t finished our project. I want to help you do the mind map.” He stares at you innocently, fumbling with his hands.

After all these years and he still got those puppy eyes.

“It’s fine, I can do it myself.” You try closing the door but he beats you to it.

“Come on, Y/N. I don’t want you ratting me out to Coach for forced labor, so please just let me in and we’ll work on it together,” he whines, hand still holding the door open.

Even after everything, you still can’t bring yourself to decline him. You have always had a soft spot for Stiles, which you are planning to terminate because it is starting to be troublesome.

“Fine,” you grunt in defeat.

A favorable grin is plastered on his face as he steps into your house.

Things seemed to change after Allison’s death. You noticed fresh faces joining the pack while familiar ones went away.

But out of the several new members, one had caught your eye the most. Her name’s Malia if you’re not mistaken; a snarky brunette, who’s built like a model too by the way.

From what you could tell from the persistent PDA, she was dating Stiles. Yeah, you weren’t exactly in a position to have a say on it, but you were getting real sketchy vibes from her, or so you thought.

“Stiles, you’re still coming over right?” you heard Malia speak to your ex-best friend as you opened your locker across from them.

“Yeah, definitely. I’ll teach you maths too since you’re so bad at it.” You tried not to overhear their conversation but you just couldn’t help it.

“Thanks. You’re the best!” she cried out as she treaded away from Stiles, a pang striking your chest.

Maybe, you’re just slightly jealous.

Okay, slightly was an understatement.

It seemed like you’re still unable to completely erase your suppressed attraction towards him, even when clearly he had.

To minimize any sort of unnecessary interaction, you try to fully put your focus on the project—which works. For the past 15 minutes, the two of you are settled in your living room in silence, minding your own business.

At least until Stiles decides to be clumsy and drop his plastic cup, water spilling all over the floor. You roll your eyes and grab a cloth from the kitchen to clean up the mess.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he curses under his breath as you are drying up the floor.

“It’s fine.”

No actually, it’s not. This situation right here is not fine. You’ve had the shittiest day at school and to make it even worse, Stiles decides to show up uninvitedly at your house which is supposedly your only stress-free zone.

“I’ll help you clean it up.” He squats down, trying to get the cloth from your grip.

“No, you don’t have to.” You don’t want him to cause any more inconvenience, even though you know very well he doesn’t mean it.

“I want to help Y/N, I-“

“What, Stiles? You want to help? Then please for the love of God, leave me alone!” You stand up and snap at him, a bit too loudly. You feel bad for being too hard on him when he’s only trying to help, but you’re unable to extinguish your growing anger.

He straightens up, his once warm face turn into an enraged frown.

“Is this still about what happened back then? Fuck, Y/N. I’ve said sorry, Scott has, thousands of times. But you still don’t want to forgive us. So tell me now Y/N, what should I do, huh?”

The sudden increase in his volume catch you by surprise. He has always been so radiant and carefree, you have never seen him this mad. But despite that, the rage inside of you still does not subdue.

You let out a humorless chuckle.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Stiles. You think that I get to choose not to forgive you, that I’m the evil one and maybe I am at some point. But don’t you dare pull the victim card here.”

Your sight becomes blurry as your eyes start to sting from all the overwhelming emotions but you can care less.

“You lied to me. You left me alone, confused, scared, even after knowing very well how my mom lied to me about my father abandoning me. You know how much I relied on you and Scott, but you still broke my trust. You hurt me. And you think a bunch of “sorry”s will immediately fix that? It’s not that simple, Stiles.”

You’re not screaming as loud as you did before. The tone of your voice softens as a new emotion takes control over your body—pain.

Frustrated, Stiles rummages through his hair while letting out a scoff.

“But it’s not just a bunch of “sorry”s isn’t it? We kept on calling you after that day. We tried approaching you at school. Fuck, I even tried to be nice to you earlier today. But guess what I got in return? Another silent treatment. Why can’t you just fucking move on already? You’re being too overdramatic. No wonder your mom lied to you.”

Bang. His words hit you like a bullet, piercing right through your heart.

Your once agape mouth closes shut, your furrowed eyebrows straighten. Stiles has crossed the line this time.

“Get out,” you spat, emotionless.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean to-“

“I SAID GET OUT, STILES,” you yell at the top of your lungs, frightening him. With horror painted all over his face, he immediately picks up his bag and exits your house, too frightened to say anything else.

As the door shuts, more tears start to flow down your cheeks. You are exhausted. Today’s fiascos have drained every ounce of energy you have left, leaving you like a corpse.

After getting your lifeless, sickly self to shower, you directly plop into your bed, curling yourself in the soft quilt of your blanket. Needing an escape from this dreadful reality, you flutter your eyes shut, instantaneously falling asleep.

You wake up to your accustomed alarm, growling at the blaring sound you set. Finally having enough will to get out of bed, you head to your bathroom.

Turning on the lights, your reflection in the mirror stares back at you.

Gosh, you look dead.

Your skin is as pale as a sheet, your eyes are puffy with prominent dark circles forming under them, your hair is messy and icky. You feel disgustingly terrible.

Dabbing a whole lot of concealer on your skin, you get ready for school; deciding to put whatever catastrophe that had happened yesterday behind you.

Fortunately, you only have one class with Stiles for the day. The day goes by pretty fast and to your delight, pretty decent too, probably because you spend a few periods in the infirmary.

But again, the universe seems to find so much pleasure in inflicting pain on you.

Midway through the class, a sharp sting strikes your head. Interrupting Mr. Yukimura, you excuse yourself to leave the class.

As you reach the empty halls, you feel an eerie sensation creeping all over your body. Alarmed for some reason you don’t know, you scan the halls hastily. You can see nothing, but you do hear something. A bug-like, rattling noise gradually fills your ears, followed by a raspy, unearthly wheeze.

What the fuck is happening?

You’re shivering, cold sweats covering your body. Not being able to stand the unknown terrors, you abruptly sprint to the vacant locker room.

Bad idea. Should’ve picked a more crowded room.

Securing yourself in a room alone definitely does not make you feel any safer. The rattling has stopped but the ominous feeling only grew more prominent.

You are about to escape before sudden nausea hits you. Before you knew it, your knees drop to the floor, your throat retching, vomiting a slimy, ink-like substance.

Now you are horrified.

The door to the locker room flies open, showing two familiar figures. Their eyes find your unusually glowing whiskey-colored ones.

“Fuck, she’s one of them,” Stiles spoke, eyes fixated only on you.

Scott rushes over to you as Stiles stands still, trying to let the sight in front of him sink in. While bracing your fragile body to a steady sitting position, Scott checks in on you with a few “are you okay?”s to which you shake your head.

“What is happening to me, Scott?” you question, panic in your eyes.

After hearing a very complicated and detailed explanation about chimeras and the dread doctors, you are left speechless in front of all the members of the pack who came running right away at the bad news a while ago when you were still seated frozen in a shocked haze.

“Okay so, let me summarize everything,” you mutter so softly to the point it sounds like a whisper while standing up, Stiles hands instinctively finding your body to support you.

“I am a chimera, which is a scientifically-made supernatural creature. The dread doctors, the psychos who are behind this, are going to take me away,” you enunciate to the pack—more like to yourself—to prove your understanding of the matter in which Scott nods in return.

He then tries to come up with a plan to save you from being taken, but you’re not really listening.

Even though you look composed, you are actually on edge, occasionally convincing yourself that everything is under control.

From the very little you heard, basically, they plan on keeping you here in the locker room for the rest of the day—something to do with the telluric currents.

After the plan is finalized, everyone departs for their appointed roles, leaving only one person behind to watch over you.

Out of everyone in the pack, why him?

“I have a spare shirt in my locker, do you maybe want to change into them?” Stiles pointed to your now stained white T-shirt.

You are about to refuse the boy’s offer but looking at the matching black splatter on your shirt and the floor makes you feel queasy, so you comply.

“Okay, we’ll go to the boy’s locker room and leave this mess here.”

“We should clean it-“

“No, you’re not in the state to do any work. I’ll ask someone to clean it up later.” He grabs your arm and leads you out the door to the boy’s locker room, which is no different than the girl’s, pretty disappointing.

Stiles rummages his locker for a second before handing his grey shirt to you.

You stare at him, waiting for him to give you some privacy to change your clothes. But it seems like he isn’t getting the memo.

“What?” he blurts so blatantly as you sigh in return.

Oh God has he always been this slow?

“Are you planning on cheating on Malia? Because I’m about to change here and unless you’re blind, you’re going to have to see me pretty much naked.” His jaw drops at your snarky remark. His face growing warmer as it’s tinted with a crimson color.

“O-Oh yeah, of course. I’m no longer dating Malia though but uhh that’s not important. I’ll turn around- Or do you want me to leave the room? I can do that.” He fidgeted, totally taken aback and flustered.

“Don’t leave me alone, please. Just turn around.”

Both of you are astonished by your statement. But it’s the truth. Alone, you were petrified. At least being with Stiles makes you feel a little more secure.

Just a day ago you were shouting for him to leave, but now you practically begged him to stay. How ironic.

After you have changed into his cozy oversized shirt which for the record smells like his aftershave that you liked, you keep away your dirty shirt, sit on the bench beside him, and thank him.

Once again, silence befalls the both of you. The air between you two today has somehow shifted from yesterday. It’s still thick and tensed, but not full of rage and resentment.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he mutters after a while with his head low.

“Stiles-“

“No, I have to say it. You were right. I was so stupid. I should have never blamed you for not being able to trust me. I’ve hurt you, Y/N, and I deserve this.” His regretful honey eyes are fixed deeply into yours.

Despite the guilt building up inside your body, you do not reply to him straight away. You need time to process this.

Are you still mad at him? Yes. But do you feel bad for being mean towards him? Also yes.

As you are contemplating, the door to the locker room swings open, revealing Scott and the others.

Liam is clutching a large navy duffel bag in his hand, its contents still a mystery to you. Lydia and a man who you aren’t familiar with are carrying a bunch of radio transmitters. Malia is holding a steel bat, which later on is passed over to Stiles.

Once they are all inside, they start to get busy. Lydia, Stiles, and the guy—Parrish, according to what you heard the pack calls him—go around the room, placing the equipment all over it. Malia and Liam are near the door, pushing the shelves to cover all the exits except the main one. And Scott is hovering over the duffel bag which was placed earlier on the bench across you.

He slowly zips the bag open, inspecting it. Being your inquisitive self, you lift your head up to get a better view. But before you get a sight of anything, Scott zips it back close and takes it with him.

After everyone’s done with their designated tasks, they all gather to form a small circle, yourself included.

“Okay, Lydia and Parrish, you two stay in the car outside. Malia and Liam, stand by in the halls. Me, Stiles, and Y/N will stay here. Got it?” Scott instructs clearly to which everybody nods and proceed to their assigned areas.

All of them seem so prepared as if they are properly equipped for battle, except you.

Minutes have passed as there is no sign of the dread doctors. You are sitting quietly on the bench, fumbling with your fingers as Stiles and Scott pace around the room.

Your eyes darted from the two mobile boys to the duffel bag resting on the bench in front of you. Now, you’re curious.

When Scott isn’t looking, you swiftly slide to the opposite bench and zip the bag open, uncovering a bunch of weighty chains.

“What are these for?” Your voice echoes through the noiseless room, earning glances from them both.

“I brought them, just in case.” Scott moves closer to where you are.

“In case of what?” You don’t quite understand what he is implying.

“In case we have a chance to catch one of them,” Scott answered composedly.

“What?” Stiles snaps from behind Scott.

“If we can’t make the school a fortress, maybe we can make it a trap.” Scott’s attempt to explain to the two of you only receives a scoff of disbelief from Stiles.

“And you’re making her the bait?” he questions sharply.

“That’s not what I said-“

“Yeah, right.” Stiles rolls his eyes as Scott glances over to you, an apologetic look plastered on his face.

You don’t know what to feel about this situation. Yes, you are hurt that Scott possibly considered you as bait. But rationally, he does have a point. At the same time, you are also impressed at Stiles' initiative to immediately defend you.

“Wait a minute, I hear something. I’ll go out and check it. You two stay here.” Before any of you can protest, Scott fleets out of the room.

And then there’s two. Awkward silence once again engulfs the two of you. But this time, you’re the one who breaks it.

“Thank you, for defending me,” you utter gently as he sat beside you.

“Of course, Y/N. Always. I will always protect you.” He grasps your hands into his, giving you a reassuring smile, relieved that you finally drop your cold exterior.

The long-awaited moment of truce you two are sharing is sadly interrupted by the familiar rattling noise that unexpectedly appeared, causing you to stand up, followed by Stiles.

“Stiles, I hear them,” you quiver, fear rushing through your body.

“Me too. Hey, Scott?” He forms a half-circle using his palms, cupping them around this mouth. He continues to call out his best friend’s name a few more times before he retreats.

“Where the fuck is he?” Exasperated and worried, he restlessly gazes around the room.

“They’re coming, Stiles.” Feeling hopeless and discouraged, you put your hand on his shoulder, trying to calm his agitated body. You have accepted your fate. They’re taking you away.

“No, I’m not letting them take you.” His hands caress the sides of your arms, tears forming in his eyes.

“They will.” Your palms cup his face, thumb wiping away the warm teardrops streaming down his cheeks.

Mirroring your actions, he also cups your cheeks, staring at the little details of your face, memorizing them like it’s the last time he’ll get to be close to you.

Then he tilts his head and leans closer, shutting the distance between your lips. Fluttering your previously widened eyes shut, your lips passionately brushed along his plump ones as your hands fall from his cheeks to his chest, heart pounding loudly, warmth radiating throughout your body.

Just as he initiated it, he pulls away, honey eyes never leaving yours.

“I will find you, okay?” You nod as shadows appear behind Stiles’ figure.

The dread doctors.

He also sensed their presence as he immediately snatches his bat from the bench. He commands you to stay behind him which you obey.

Cowering behind Stiles’ figure, they have the two of you cornered and helpless. He tightens his grip and aggressively swings his bat at one of them but to no avail. Inching closer, they shove him away, grabbing a hold of both your arms.

You’re hysterically crying out for help, vigorously attempting to break free. Forcefully holding you still, they jab a sharp needle to the side of your neck as your limp body dropped to the ground. Your vision turns dark, the last thing you see is Stiles’ unconscious body lying in front of you.

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[harrywavycurly]

Just imagine for a moment that instead of a Steve, Eddie somehow ended up with a Stiles as his bestfriend…

The roles would be kinda reversed because Stiles Stilinski is the nerd while Eddie Munson would be the clueless one half the time who’s just there to look cute. But the best part would be the bickering! Let me give you some examples✨

“A bat Stiles? Really? What the fuck are you gonna do with a bat?” “Uhh bash their brains in duh? What’d you bring Mr. Bats are lame dude…” “I brought a wooden uhm spike thing to…stab them in the heart.” “A wooden stake? You…brought a wooden stake?” “Yeah? It’s what that girl uses on that show to kill all the evil shit so figured it would work for us.” “The girl on the show?…tell me Eddie was this girl blonde and in high school?” “Yeah! You’ve seen-” “she’s a vampire slayer you fucking idiot! It’s literally the name of the show! Buffy the Vampire Slayer!” “So? Vampires…Werewolves…not a big difference they both try to kill you!” “We are so fucked….”

“So this…Vecna…person…thing…can like kill you from inside your mind and you won’t even realize he’s doing it?…that sounds like Freddy Krueger.” “He’s nothing like Freddy…this dude doesn’t need you to be asleep to kill you Eddie he just gets inside of your mind and fucks around until he just squashes you like a bug.” “Yeah he sounds like Krueger…” “Did you…not listen to anything I just said? Freddy needs you asleep this dude doesn’t care if you’re asleep or awake.” “I mean that’s just one difference but everything else is exactly like Freddy…” “I don’t have time to argue with you about how unlike Freddy Krueger this Vecna dude is…so just get in the jeep and let’s go make sure Wayne is still alive.” “Why wouldn’t Wayne be alive?” “This dude feeds off negative memories and having you as a child I’m sure he’s full of negative shit.” “Fuck off your dad is the one we should check on.” “You are such an asshole I am a joy to be around…I already called him and he’s fine.”

“What are you wearing?” “Uh clothes? Why are you dressed in all black?” “Eddie we are spying on a pack of possible Werewolves and you’re dressed for a fucking house party!” “Well yeah you said they were gonna be throwing a rager and I should fit in?” “Fit into the background not fit in like you’re one of them you idiot!” “You should really specify where you want me to fit in when telling me how to dress you jackass now we don’t even look like we are going to the same party.” “We aren’t going to the party! We are going to be…where are you going?” “Inside…it���s easier to spy on people when you can actually see them.” “We can’t go in there what if they turn?” “It’s not a full moon.” “So? If they get mad they can rip you to shreds with their claws and strength…what are you gonna do then huh? Charm them to death with your mediocre good looks and 90’s style grunge outfit?” “Mediocre? Fuck off Stiles.” “Sorry that was rude you’re…a handsome dude but seriously you can’t go-” “I’m just gonna see if any of them give off wolf vibes and be right back…” “yeah go do a vibe check on a potential pack of wolves…smart thinking.” “Thanks…now just stay here I’ll be back.” “That’s the worst thing to say you know that right? You just pretty much signed your own death certificate with that phrase.” “You watch too many movies…it’ll be fine.”

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[sweet-pea-channie]

Forbidden Love - S.S. AU Pt. 2

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Words: +7.5k

Warnings: first kiss, gentle foreplay, finger tracing, fingering, first time sex, unprotected sex (obviously since this takes place in the 1600′s), multiple orgasm

A/N: Part two of Forbidden Love for you guys! I had to rewrite the intimite part, because I wasn’t happy with it. It didn’t feel like the two of them were inexperienced. But I hope you liike it! 

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"Y/N where are you?"

You hadn't been hiding there for long, and you wondered how quickly Stiles could find you already. You tried to be as quiet as possible, but your heart was beating way too fast and way too loud, your breathing was also very unsteady from running around the castle.

"Y/N?"

You put your hand over your mouth to block out any possible sounds. After all, Stiles could always find you, no matter where. Within no time, he always knew exactly where you were hiding.

"I know you're here somewhere in the room. I heard the door slam. No one else comes in here."

You gulped and peeked through the narrow crack of the closet you'd been hiding in. Stiles stood in the middle of the room, slowly turning over his right shoulder. He inspected the entire room, wondering where you might have been hiding. His eyes fell on the closet you were in, and as if looking directly into your eyes, he sprinted straight for you. Before he could even open the closet door, a low screech escaped your lips, the fear that he could crush you along with the closet door was greater than the fear of finding you. Stiles pulled open the door and smiled at you.

"It’s your turn now," he laughed and ran right out of the room. You grabbed the skirt of your dress and lifted it to run faster after him. Your short legs didn't make it any easier. You watched as Stiles ran all the way down the hall and disappeared shortly after. Even though you couldn't count, Stiles didn't care that you always begged not to have to search. He always said that you could just stop for a while before you went looking for him.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? I told you, you can't be in the hallways of the castle in public," you heard your father's voice behind you. You turned around and looked into the tired and worn out eyes of your father, who was carrying heavy wooden slats through the castle. He didn't give you an evil look, more a worried one. Since he always brought you to the castle and you were less and less around him, he worried about you every day. He didn't know what was happening to you while you were sneaking around the castle.

"Stiles and I are playing hide and seek," you replied simply, pointing in the direction Stiles had just disappeared. "It's my turn to search now."

"Honey, I've told you several times not to play with Stiles. There are the other girls downstairs in the kitchen. I'm sure they can play with you, or you can help the ladies with the kitchen chores. How does that sound to you?"

"I don't want to do that, though. I want to play with Stiles. Stiles is the only one here who is nice to me and doesn't laugh at me for not being able to read and count. Everyone else is always making fun of me," you explained to your dad, giving him the best pout you could manage.

Your father put down the wooden slats and squatted down to be at your eye level. "Y/N, I know that you want to play with Stiles the most and I also understand that he is the nicest to you. But that may change with time. Stiles is not like us, sweetie. Stiles will eventually rule this castle and this country, unless something comes up."

"Maybe I can become a princess?!" you asked your father full of hope, already jumping up and down slightly, but your father held you by your shoulders and tried to calm you down. "Sometimes, unfortunately, dreams remain dreams. Now be a good girl and go to the kitchen to Katherine, I'm sure she can use your help."

There was a knock at the kitchen door and Katherine looked up. One of the castle boys, friends of Stiles, came into the kitchen and looked around briefly. "Can I help you, young man?" asked Katherine when he couldn't seem to find what he was looking for. "Because I think you're lost, aren't you?"

"No, I'm looking for Y/N," he replied, seeing you standing behind Katherine.

"May I ask why?"

"I have something for her," he said, pulling out a small piece of parchment from his pants pocket. "This is from Stiles."

You looked at Katherine questioningly until she nods, letting you know it would be okay to get closer to him. After all, you had experienced it yourself a few times now, what it was like to be nastily picked on by the people who lived in the castle. Only a few days ago you were pulled by your braided hair by a lord until he dragged you on your knees behind him. The injuries on your knees were still healing. Why he did that to you was something you didn't know at the time. Even now, not really. But according to the employees in the kitchen, you should not have approached him so easily, and meanwhile you had asked quite nicely for the way to the queen. You were now better aware that you were not allowed to do that.

So you walked with careful steps to the boy, who was about your age, and took the parchment from his hand. You opened it and found several characters on it. But since you couldn't read and no one had ever taught you, you looked at Katherine again and reached out to give it to her. Katherine was one of the only ones in the kitchen who was lucky enough to read. She smiled at you and read the message once silently to herself before deciding to read it to you as well, but not before kindly asking the boy out of the kitchen. "He writes that he is proud of you for getting a job here in the kitchen and he wants to meet you later by the magnolia tree, then when the sun is between the owl tower and the big willow."

Your eyes sparkled as Katherine read you the message from Stiles. For a long time you had hoped that you would finally be allowed to work in the kitchen. And yesterday was the day. You were officially appointed as a kitchen servant. Your father was immensely proud of you when you broke the news to him late that evening.

"Y/N, you have to be careful. I told you before not to keep seeing our prince," Katherine said as she handed you the parchment. Even though you couldn't read what was written on it, you looked at the characters again. Stiles had never written to you before, after all, he didn't know where to deliver it so it could reach you. But now he could always send you something.

"And you're not the only one," you laughed, tucking the parchment into one of the pockets of your apron. "But yeah, I know I shouldn't see him. But I've known Stiles for eight years now, ever since Father first brought me to the castle."

"You were both only 7 years old then, Y/N. Stiles didn't know who you were yet."

"And he still doesn't care. Stiles isn't like everyone else," you tried to defend him and you knew Katherine knew that too judging by her look, yet the features on her face were one of concern.

"Oh Y/N, your soul is far too kind for this," she sighed, gently pushing you outside. "I think it's almost time. Go outside to the courtyard and see where the sun is setting. I don't think it will be long now."

"Thank you, Katherine," you thanked her and smiled at the older lady before heading outside where the other servants were already making their rounds and returning with the freshly harvested fruits and vegetables to prepare the evening meal. "I won't be gone long, I promise."

"You know where to find us," Katherine called after you as you were already running away. The sun was already behind the tower, and indeed it wasn't long before it was between the owl tower and the willow. And since the way to the magnolia tree was not exactly short, you decided to make your way there already now.

The magnolia tree had been your hiding place for years. Even though it was one of the most beautiful trees, it was little visited, it was too far away for the ladies of the court and surrounded by bushes and undergrowth. Most would have been more afraid of destroying their garment there. You didn't care of course, most of your dresses already had holes and were not the most beautiful. Well, and Stiles, Stiles didn't care about his clothes either. He had his own tailors, after all, who were only busy making him and his family new clothes.

"Y/N," you heard Stiles' voice behind you. It was very quiet, even though no one was around, but you could still recognize his voice, even from miles away.  You quickly turned around and saw him standing there in his everyday clothes, a simple pair of dark pants with black boots and a white shirt. He had left his tunic off, out here in the sun it seemed far too warm for it.

"Stiles," you breathed out, running the last few steps towards him. Stiles smile grew until he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground. "I haven't seen you in so long."

"I know," he replied, setting you back down on the ground, but keeping his arms around your body. "I've been with my dad a lot. We fought together with the sword for the first time today. Otherwise it was always Louis I had practiced with."

"That sounds like fun," you countered, playing with the ribbons of his blouse.

"It was, but I want to know more about your day, what's it like to finally get to work here?" he asked, slowly breaking away from you. Immediately you missed his warmth and wanted to get back into his arms, however Stiles pointed directly at the trunk of the magnolia and sat on the ground before leaning against the tree. He made room for you to sit next to him and so you used his shoulder as a backrest. And as you leaned against him and pulled your knees towards you, your robe slipped off your knees and your injuries on your knees were visible. Quickly you pulled the robe back over your knees, but Stiles had already seen them. He stopped you by grabbing your hand and looked at you, startled. With his other hand he grabbed your dress and said softly, "May I?"

You nodded and watched as Stiles carefully pulled your dress off your knees to get a better look at the injuries. "Damn, Y/N, that doesn't look good at all," he said after seeing the red knees. The wounds were already crusted over and looked pretty bad, but crusting always meant it was already healing, after all. "How did this happen?"

"Can we maybe talk about something else? We certainly don't have that much time," you replied, pulling the dress back over your knees so he couldn't see it.

"Y/N, please tell me how this happened. It doesn't look like a simple fall to me. What happened?"

You took a deep breath before reading out a loud sigh, "I wanted to thank your mother for the job in the kitchen... I know now that was just stupid and rash of me. Lord Westbrook made that clear to me when I asked him for directions. It's really not as bad as it looks Stiles-"

"It looks pretty bad to me, Y/N. Your knees are all red around the wounds, which means it's infected. You should have the medicus here look at it, if it gets worse I can't forgive myself," he asked.

"I can't just go to the Medicus here in the castle. I have no rights for that and I don't have enough money for the herbalist in the village. Clarissa, the woman who still lives in our house, said that cold compresses and sage help. So that's what I've been doing the last few evenings."

"Doesn't really seem to help if it still looks like that, though," Stiles countered.

"Can we maybe not argue about this right now and just enjoy the short time we have?" you asked him, resting your head on his shoulder. Stiles sighed and put his hand on your head to run through your hair. "Of course."

But Stiles didn't quite settle down, he rummaged around in the pocket of his pants until he found a few silver pennies and placed them in the pockets of your apron. "Please do me a favor and take it to the herbalist. I don't want it to get any more infected."

"Stiles, I can't accept that, it will stand out if I suddenly show up there with so many coins."

"Can you turn your head off for a moment? The herbalist won't care where you got the coins. She only cares about the value and less about where it all came from. Please Y/N, please go there. If you don't go there I'll just worry until I see you next time and you mean way too much to me for that."

"Yes?”

"Yes what?"

"That I mean that much to you?"

"You don't even know how much," he murmured, stroking your hair once more.

"You mean a lot to me too, Stiles," you replied, smiling at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Good," Stiles said, smiling before doing something he had never done before. He put his hand on your cheek and turned your head in his direction so you could just look at him. This time you couldn't read him, something you were always very good at. Stiles was easy for you to see through but probably only because you knew him so long and well. But this time you couldn't guess what he was up to.

Stiles moistened his lips before coming dangerously close to your face, only to finally place his lips on yours. Never before had you kissed anyone and you weren't sure how to react. His lips were soft and warm, not that you've ever had any to compare them to, but still, you could already tell that they were the softest lips you could ever get to feel.

After gathering your thoughts and being able to process that Stiles was kissing you, something you had been hoping for for a very long time, you finally kissed him back. You could feel that Stiles was relieved and smiled into the kiss, he smiled so much that he pulled away from you slightly. This also gave you a chance to gasp for air. "Stiles..."

"I know," he said, placing his lips on yours again. He pulled you closer to him as he did so, and grabbed your legs to lay them across his lap. That way you could sit much more comfortably and didn't have to twist your body like that. He left his hands on your legs after that and gently stroked from your ankles up to your knees while your hands were completely engulfed in his blouse where you held on so tightly as if you were standing off a cliff.

"Stiles we can't do this," you said as you pulled away from him. His lips were swollen and now bright red, far too tempting for you and so you had to look away before you got any further into the mess.

"We can't do this in the castle, but no one will see us out here, Y/N."

"And what if they do?"

"Don't worry, you'll be my secret."

"How is your father?" you asked Stiles when you first saw him after the terrible news. The news had made its rounds some time ago, but now a few days ago the royal couple had made it public. The king was ill and you didn't know how soon he would be well again, and if he would be well at all. What exactly he had was not disclosed to you in order to protect him.

"Sometimes better, sometimes worse. Lately, though, he's had more bad days than good," he sighed, opening his eyes again. Stiles had put his head in your lap while you had been resting against the magnolia tree.

"I'm very sorry about that, Stiles," you replied, lightly stroking his head.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N. It's least of all your fault. I'm saying he's been under a lot of stress lately and he's already been pretty banged up. I think that's taken its toll on him now and his body has signaled that it's too much now."

"Are you afraid that he's going to...? You know, die?" you asked.

Stiles reached for your other hand and intertwined your fingers. "Sometimes I am. I lie awake at night every once in a while wondering what if. I haven't been by his side long enough to be able to rule the country on my own. Mother would step in and take over for that time anyway. But I know how the people feel about my mother, or you do too. You're just afraid to go near her, and I don't want a country to live in fear and anxiety."

"How can I take your mind off of it, Stiles? I don't want to see you suffer like this," you said as you now played with his fingers.

"Well, I'm distracted enough now, but at night I often have trouble falling asleep. As long as I'm with you I'm fine," he answered and gave your hand a gentle kiss. And while he had his lips on the back of your hand, you could see that he was thinking about something. His dreamy look told you that.

"What is it?"

"What if you came over tonight?"

"Stiles!" you warned him, taking your hand from his. The movement was so jerky that Stiles startled and sat down on his knees beside you. "We can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Did you actually turn your little head on with that idea? How am I supposed to get in? What am I supposed to tell my dad where I am? What if I get caught? Your mother would immediately throw me in the dungeon and let me starve there. And what if-"

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. Your head's about to start smoking if you don't slow down. Have you forgotten already? The tunnels under the castle, there's an entrance right down the hall from my room. I could make sure that no guard is on the way and you sneak past into my room. And don't worry about your father, I can handle that," he said, pushing himself off the floor with his hands. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he could clean his pants from the dirt and got ready to leave you alone again. But before that he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out something small, round and golden. He reached out and helped you back to your feet as well, before placing the small golden something in your hands.

"This here is a Petrus Hehle, also known as a clock. My father was given this by Peter Henlein when he was traveling through the East by ship. He managed to turn time into this little movement. So we don't always have to look at how the sun is standing to know what time it is."

"Stiles, I can't read that, though."

"Yes you can, look. I taught you the numbers, didn't I? Do you recognize them here? You just have to keep turning it so you can see the numbers right and they're not upside down. When the little hand is on IX and the big hand is on XII, then it's 9 o'clock in the evening. Then I'll make sure the entrance to the tunnel is unguarded, okay? Do you trust me?" he asked, closing your hand around the little Peter throat, as he had called it.

"Always," you replied, just looking him in the eye.

"Okay, see you later then," he said and ran off. "Ah wait a minute! You have to use the tunnel entrance behind the orchard, I'll mark the rest of the way for you!"

So, full of nervousness, you were now standing in front of the door that led to the underground tunnels. There had been no one in the kitchen for some time. After dinner, everything was quickly cleaned and then all the servants went home, except for the one person who usually stayed at the castle overnight, should be an emergency overnight. But for that person a little hat was provided to spend the night. You told them that you were waiting for your father, who was working a little later than usual, and then he would pick you up. So no one asked questions why you were there longer than everyone else.

The little golden something in your hand showed shortly before 9 o'clock. The sun had already set and the castle showed itself from the dark side. You walked to the entrance of the tunnel in the dark so as not to attract attention and then lit the small oil lamp that Stiles had placed at the door. The door opened a little harder than you thought, but in no time you were standing in the cold corridors, following the markings on the wall that Stiles had probably painted there with the help of stones.

A short time later, you found yourself at another door that you passed. You assumed that must be the door into the castle, and you were right. You could see your name on the door. Now that Stiles had taught you to read a few months ago, it was easy for you to recognize it.

With the back of your sleeve you wiped your name off the door in case someone came by and saw it. You blew out the oil lamp and placed it back on the floor before slowly opening the door. The dark hallway quickly filled with the light coming from the castle, bringing in a bit of warmth. Immediately you recognized Stiles' voice from further away. He seemed to be talking to someone. With one last look at the clock Stiles had given you, you saw that it must have been just after 9 o'clock, because the big hand had already passed XII.

"Can you make sure no one goes into my room tonight? Since I'm not so dazzling, I don't want anyone to disturb me and see me that way either, do you understand?"

Stiles' voice sounded different than usual and not as cordial, it had a stern tone, something you weren't used to hearing from him like that.

"May I ask you one more question, Sir?" asked the guard Stiles may have been talking at.

"But of course," Stiles replied.

Taking this as a chance, you made your way into the hallway before letting the door slam shut behind you and quickly slipped into the hallway next door, where Stiles' room was located. The door was ajar and you dashed inside.

Your mouth watered when you finally saw the inside of his room, until now you had only seen him from downstairs at his window and you only knew the room from stories. His bed stood in the middle of the large room, which was already lit with a few candles. In front of the bed was a small chest with several skins on it to keep Stiles warm probably during the night. You wanted to inspect every millimeter of his room, but unfortunately you didn't get the chance, because the door opened. You startled and hid behind the bed, hoping no one had seen you.

"Y/N? Are you here?" asked Stiles after he had safely closed the door to his room.

"I'm here," you replied, coming out of your hiding place. Stiles was already in his sleeping garb and free of any clothing that made him a prince. You could almost say he was a normal citizen.

Stiles came up to you in five quick and big steps and grabbed your face with his big hands before bringing it closer to yours and kissing you deeply. You hadn't shared many kisses in the long time since he first kissed you. Too often the danger was too high that someone could catch you. The only place where you could always be undisturbed was the magnolia tree. But you two didn't always manage to meet there. There was a lot to do in the kitchen, and Stiles couldn't leave the castle without excusing himself very often. His mother noticed that he was missing more and more often.

"I'll be able to sleep a lot better tonight with you here," he mumbled against your lips, and then finally detached himself completely. "You're completely freezing, come with me."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the other end of the room, where there were several dressers and closets. He pulled one of his nightgowns from the dresser and handed it to you. "Your clothes are damp and cold from the tunnel. If I had known it was this cold down there, I wouldn't have sent you through there."

"It's okay, Stiles," you assured him, taking off the cloak you had thrown around your shoulders.

"Let me put that away. Preferably near the fire, so it can dry quickly. I'll give you a little quick time to change, okay?"

You nodded and disappeared behind the small movable wall that was set up there to have some privacy while you changed. Stiles was standing by the fire and had placed your cloak there on one of the stools and was watching you through the wall. There wasn't much to see, because the wall covered some things, but he could visibly see your figure behind it.

A little later you came out from behind the wall again and stood quite uncomfortably on the spot. In your head you had been imagining all evening what I would talk about, how you would spend the evening together, but suddenly your head went blank, you didn't know what to say anymore.

Stiles looked you up and down once. Your bare legs shone in the light of the fire and your open hair, which was usually braided into a tight braid, now reached down to your back. But what distracted Stiles most was something else. You didn't seem to realize it at first, but because of the cold you felt, your nipples could be clearly seen through Stiles' nightgown. Stiles caught himself staring at it for too long, trying to look at your beautiful face.

You looked down at yourself to see what Stiles had been watching the whole time and were startled to see what he was looking at. You quickly crossed your arms over your chest and made yourself small by looking down at the floor.

Stiles quickly walked up to you and took your hands in his. "Don't, you don't have to hide. Not from me."

You nodded and watched him run his fingers up your arms, sliding them along your shoulders and stopped right over your chest. Your breath stopped and you couldn't even tell exactly how your body was reacting. "May I?" he asked softly, looking up from his fingers into your eyes. You weren't sure if this was really the right thing to do and if you should step in here and now. But you listened to your heart and not your head this time. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," you replied, nodding to signal to him that it was okay with you. Stiles fingers slowly danced across your chest, hitting your hard nipples. A wave of euphoria ran through your body and your arms and legs were marked by the goosebumps that spread across your skin. "You're all sensitive."

"Stiles, I don't know if this is right what we're doing," you confessed to him as his fingers slid further down to your belly.

"We can stop this anytime you want, Y/N. I don't want to force you to do anything."

"Trust me Stiles, this all feels so right, but what if-"

"When was the last time you bled?"

"Hmm?"

"When was the last time you bled, Y/N?"

"Just a few days ago, why?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it. Come with me," he said, leading you by his hand to his bed. He laid you down on the bed first and put your legs a little apart so he could get comfortable between them. You were still a bit unsure, because the whole situation was not familiar to you. Seeing Stiles sitting there between your legs was at first a little uncomfortable. But when he started to move his fingers slowly from your feet up to your knees, your thoughts disappeared immediately.

Stiles stopped at your knees and kissed both of your knees. The wounds had long since healed, though the scars were still clearly visible. You had always hidden them. Not even your father or sister knew about the scars. Only Stiles and the herbalist in the village who had helped you knew about them. Stiles was relieved when you showed him the healed scars for the first time. He was sure that you would not dare to go to the herbalist.

Carefully he drove his fingers further and further up, first along the top of your thighs, then again from the front but this time on the inside. Your whole body started to tingle and you caught yourself longing for his touch. Stiles saw your reaction and grinned down at you. He knew exactly how shy you were and how virginal. He wasn't a bit less so, but he had no qualms about you. He knew you were the person who knew him best.

Stiles reached for the collar of his nightgown and pulled it over his head until he was clad only in his linen underwear. "Give me your hand."

As instructed, you reached your hand out to him and Stiles took it in his. To loosen you up a bit, he started running your fingers over his stomach to get to know his body. His chest was overlooked by a few individual hairs, but they were already quite thick for his young age. The hairs tickled your fingers and you had to smile as you ran your fingers over his chest. Stiles let go after a while when he noticed that you were starting to feel comfortable with what you were doing.

You dropped your hands and propped yourself up on them to sit up a bit. With your legs wrapped around Stiles' waist, you too reached for the nightgown and pulled it over your head. Stiles took the robe from you and put it with his before looking at you. "You're beautiful, Y/N."

Your cheeks flushed and you bit your bottom lip. Stiles held you by the shoulders and gently laid you back on your back as he engaged you in a kiss. You could feel his tongue on your lips and so you opened your lips a little more to give him the kiss. Stiles didn't wait long and deepened the kiss in no time while he wrapped one of your legs around his waist and snuggled up to you even more. As if Stiles had done this many times before, he moved his hips against yours, creating friction between your underwear. A feeling you couldn't describe ran through your body and you had to pull away from his lips to let out a slight moan.

"You like that?" whispered Stiles, placing his lips on your neck where he gently began to suck on your tender skin.

"Mmm," you moaned, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Stiles..."

"Shh," he murmured against your skin, his lips moving further down until he reached your breasts. He looked up at you one last time to make sure you were okay before he saw your flushed expression and placed his lips around your left nipple.

Immediately you reacted to this and pressed your chest closer to his head, his arms wrapped around your torso and held you tightly while he made circling movements around your nipple with his tongue. Over and over again he heard you moaning softly, but that wasn't enough for him, he wanted to hear you much louder. With his left hand he reached for your free breast and pinched your nipple. You had not expected this action and so you screamed out briefly, but not from pain, but more from excitement. You had never felt anything like this before. Your whole body trembled and tingled, from your toes up to your ears and you didn't want Stiles to stop.

But as if Stiles could read your mind, he detached himself from your breasts and licked his lips once before bending down again and this time putting your other nipple between his lips and gently biting it. Again you moaned loudly and pressed your upper body against his. Stiles took his other arm from under you and searched for the loop of your linen underwear. After finding it, he blindly undid the knot and pulled on the string until it came loose. He sat up and left you lying back there on the bed all excited as he looked at what he had done. Your breasts were all red and purple, clear marks of what he had done were now on those and it made him a little proud that he had done that.

"Stiles, are you sure you want to take this step with me and not with someone more made for you?" you asked him, hoping he would say yes.

"If not with you, then with no one else," he replied, kissing you deeply. While you pressed your tongue against his lips this time and deepened the kiss, Stiles continued to make a pass at your underwear, pulling them off your legs. You helped him do this and took turns pulling your legs on to make it easier for him.

"Was that the picture in your head of distraction today?" you asked him with a light chuckle as he finally pulled the last piece of clothing off of you and was now going after his underwear.

"Quite possibly," he answered your question and sat back on his heels as he finally got rid of the fabric. His excited member jumped up against his belly and beamed happily at you there. In your abdomen everything contracted at the thought that you were about to become intimate with each other and a little you were afraid that his penis would not fit inside you, after all it was huge and very thick, the vein on his penis already throbbing with excitement.

"Don't worry," Stiles whispered as he reached for his member and pumped it two or three times. "I'll make sure you're okay, I promise."

You nodded and watched as Stiles opened your legs a little wider. If you felt too naked earlier, you felt even more so now. Lying stark naked like that with your legs spread in front of a boy was very foreign to you, but you weren't afraid of Stiles. Just as he had said, if not with him, then with no one else.

Stiles fingers again traveled from your knee up along your inner thigh until he stopped at your vagina and took one deep breath. This was new to him too, he had never done this before either. He had only ever heard about it when the visitors to the castle talked about it, when they were once again in one of the certain houses in the village.

With one finger he collected your juices as he passed through your lips and stopped at your clitoris. An unknown feeling permeated your body as his finger came into contact with it. You too had heard of women and girls pleasuring themselves before, but you were too shy for that.

Stiles liked your reaction to his actions and so he repeated what he had just done, but made sure to pay more attention to your clit and rubbed it a little longer. With a moan, you arched your back up and pressed your hips more into Stiles' hand. Stiles grinned and watched you loll and stretch in his bed while he rubbed your clit as sensitively as he could with circular motions.

"Stiles," you moaned again and this time managed to say his name. Stiles could feel how he and his penis liked it too, because it twitched at your moan. He bit his lip and switched his fingers. With his thumb, he now rubbed your nub and carefully penetrated your vagina with one finger. A much louder moan escaped your lips and you couldn't control yourself anymore, so Stiles, although he didn't like to do that now, had to pray you to be a little quieter. After all, he didn't want to get caught and enjoy every minute with you.

"Please," you begged, pushing your hips further and further into his hand so that Stiles now had his finger completely engulfed and was slowly starting to pump with it. He loved the feeling of your warm walls around his finger and he wondered how it would feel to add another one. So carefully he played around with your hole with another finger until he inserted this one and was now making scissor-like motions inside you with two fingers. "Don't stop," he heard you whimper softly and saw your hand resting on your breast, playing with your nipple. It turned him on much more and he was sure he wanted to do it much more often.

Stiles felt your walls start to spasm around his fingers and he increased the pace of his fingers inside you and also on your clit. The combination of the two eventually managed to spread through your entire body, starting in the tips of your feet, a twitching and insanely crazy sensation, something you had never experienced before and you were sure that Stiles had just created your first orgasm. The sensation became so enormous that you had to literally slap Stiles' hand off of you and catch your breath.

Stiles could see the sweat on your forehead, your chest was also shining in the light of the fire and was covered with a light layer of sweat. He grinned, proud of himself for having just done that to you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than ever," you replied, pulling him back over you to kiss him. Stiles laid back between your legs as you did so, wrapping one of them around his waist. You could feel his aroused member seeking its way between your now wet lips. Your hips moved with his and that alone was enough to get a moan out of Stiles. He detached himself from your lips and looked between your bodies for a moment before taking his penis in his hand and gently pushing it into the entrance of your vagina.

You immediately felt that this was a little more uncomfortable than his fingers had been just a moment ago, but since you were still so marked and wet from your high, you again pushed your hips towards him and watched as his penis disappeared and penetrated further and further inside you. You could feel a slight tugging in your genital area and so you squeezed your eyes shut a bit. Stiles noticed this immediately and stopped his movements to make sure you were okay.

"Everything's okay, I just have to get used to it. Keep going," you whispered and nodded to show him that everything was really okay.

So Stiles continued, penetrating you further and further until he was completely engulfed in you. He struggled with it too, because the feeling was way too powerful for him too. You were so tight that he felt like he was already going to burst at any moment and he didn't know how he could move even an inch further without coming immediately.

Carefully he shifted his weight to his right arm and stroked your cheek with his left hand, watching you as your face slowly relaxed and you opened your eyes again. You grinned at him, letting him know everything was okay. "Please Stiles, move. I can't take this anymore."

"As you wish," he murmured, pulling his hips back until his penis was almost completely out of you again before thrusting once deep inside you. Stiles and you both moaned at the same time, the sensation too much for the two of you. If you thought that felt great earlier, you were completely wrong. Stiles' penis was filling you much better than his fingers and he was reaching places inside you that he couldn't reach earlier.

The room filled with the sound of bare skin hitting each other over and over again and the moans from both of you. Stiles silenced you by putting his lips on yours and kissing you. However, the kiss was far too sloppy as you both concentrated on making love.

You now wrapped your other leg around his waist as well and he penetrated you even deeper, the moan from him you successfully engulfed with your lips, though you couldn't help it either and broke away from him to whimper loudly once yourself. "Damn that feels good," he groaned, dropping his head on your chest.

His slow movements were slowly turning into fast and shorter thrusts and he had to lean on both arms again to keep going like this. Stiles felt himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. He already knew the feeling, more often he had given it to himself. You too could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, but still, thanks to the new position of your legs around his hips, he was hitting new places in you that made you feel way too good.

"Come with me, Y/N, please come with me, I can't take much more," Stiles begged, resting his forehead on yours. He looked deep into your eyes while one of his hands found its way between you and he was now playing with your clit again. You let out a painful whimper as you realized what this was doing to you. With one last effort, you struggled not to close your eyes and let yourself go here and now and looked him in the eyes as well. Your walls caved in around Stiles’ dick as the knot grew tighter. Your toes curled and you held the sheet beneath you as tight as you could as your release came over you. You let go of the knot, letting your nerves ignite with pleasure, screaming for Stiles as you rolled your eyes.

Stiles couldn't hold it in any longer either and shot his entire load he had into you. Your juices dripping out of you as he continued his pace and his eyes closed. His whole body shook with pleasure. Your senses are overfilling as his cock twitches inside and you could feel exactly that he had just come.

He stopped inside you, his heart beating loudly and forcefully against your chest as he carefully laid himself on top of you. "Damn," he groaned, wiping the sweat from your forehead once with the back of his hand.

You stroked his bare back with your hands while you both steadied your breathing again and slowly your pulse returned to normal. But still, you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest, not from excitement, but from love for the boy who had just taken your virginity.

"Stiles?"

"Hmm?"

"My heart belongs only to you, no matter what," you confessed to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Stiles turned his head so he was looking at you and smiled at you. He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you again before saying, "You've had mine for years."

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PROFESSOR

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Y/N

Warnings: 18+ content, cursing.

Concept: Y/N's life changes forever when she meets her gorgeous new professor, Professor Stilinski.

The pungent smell of coffee floods my nose in a full, familiar way. All the different types of brews mixed together in one room making a smell that I knew I should love - one that everyone seemed to love, but I never really got behind. 

I walk up to the counter to greet the barista with bright blue hair and blunt bangs and smile just enough that I feel polite, but not overwhelming. I give her my order of the day and my money, a soft ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’, then I turn to my left to see my two best friends sitting next to each other on the dark brown bean bag chairs in the corner of the shop right next to a large window. I grab my order off the counter and take a sip as I walk over to the two and sit down on my respective bean bag. Lydia gives me a soft smile, her hands are holding her hot coffee close to her face. She’s bundled up in an oversized, warm green sweater that matches her eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled back into a tight, high ponytail. Her eyes are focused on the table in the middle of all of us that has her computer placed on it with an assignment opened up. Lydia never procrastinated on anything, so I can only assume this is a future assignment that she is looking over beforehand. 

I turn to Scott, the complete opposite of Lydia, who smiles at me widely and makes a joking face at Lydia who is doing homework instead of talking to him. I chuckle slightly at the boy with dark hair and brown eyes before opening my mouth to start a conversation. 

“Ready for class today?” I smile lightly, taking a sip from my coffee cup. They both groan slightly, making me laugh to myself. “It’s so hard to go back to class after fall break…” Scott whined. I just shrugged my shoulders slightly. “I’m excited! This is our last semester as students, life is good.” I sink back into the chair as Scott mimics my actions. “I think you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, are the only person who is excited to jump into the real world.” Lydia teases lightly, I smile back at her and roll my eyes. “School sucks, Lyd. I’m ready to get out of here.” She smiled at me and nodded her head. Scott happily jumps in, “I’m not. I’m still mad you made me take those summer courses so that we could graduate early.” I laughed quickly at his words before replying, “You should be thankful we didn’t just leave you behind Scott McCall.” He rolls his eyes with a chuckle before leaning back into his chair again. 

I check the watch on my arm to see that it’s almost time for my class. I look over at Lydia and nudge her leg to get her attention. “Yeah?” She sighs, seemingly not happy with the assignment on her computer. I look at her with sympathy before showing her my watch, “We have to get to class. There’s a new professor teaching us, too.” She nodded her head and spoke with new found excitement, “Thank God. I do not want to do this anymore.” She points at her screen before slamming the laptop shut and stuffing it into her bag. We both get up, looking down at Scott who has a sad look on his face. “Don’t leave me.” He whines, Lydia and I both laugh him off before picking up our bags. “Don't you have a class to get to as well?" He sighs and sinks into his chair, "Yeah, but it's so boring" I look at him with amusement before turning away from him. "Well, you could use alone time, you're way too needy." I tease. Scott rolls his eyes playfully before slamming back into the beanbag and waving us goodbye, "Have fun abandoning me!" He speaks loudly as the two of us walk away briskly.

"He's such a drama queen," Lydia laughs at the interaction and makes her way out of the shop with a huge smile. "So," She said excitedly. I laugh slightly, "So?" I ask. "I hear the new professor is young and cute." I raise an eyebrow at her. "Shouldn't you be worrying about other things with that class?" She rolls her eyes at me, "My grades might improve if the professor is fun to stare at." I laugh in response, shaking my head ever so slightly. 

Moments later, we approach the building that holds our classroom. It is one of the oldest buildings on campus and always reminded me of high school. There were smaller classrooms, lockers up and down the hallways, and it is only two stories high. I sigh as I walk into the only large classroom, as opposed to the 30 person rooms I am used to in this building, and I walk down to the very front. Lydia whined slightly, she always hated how much I liked sitting in the third row, middle seat of large classrooms. But this is always the optimal spot to sit to hear everyone in the room and I love to argue.. This is a discussion class after all. Plus, I’m less than fantastic at paying attention in class and solely rely on getting a seat close enough that I’m too embarrassed to get distracted.

My mind is focused intently on my backpack, a blue one with blue flowers lightly sketched into the material - pins placed aesthetically on the front. I unzip the second pocket to reveal my laptop. I carefully take it out and open it up with grace, it's placed on one of those pull up desks that is attached to the seat. Lydia nudges my shoulder slightly causing me to turn to her with a frustrated glare. She has wide eyes. I turn to look over to the front of the room and I see him.

His eyes are brown, but stunning. His hair is slicked back and styled properly. He has his glasses hooked on the collar of his long sleeve white button down shirt that is missing a few of the top buttons. His pants were black and tapper off on the edges to reveal his black dress boots that were lined with white on the edges. He has a well managed beard that his hands fiddle with slightly and his bright pink lips part slightly as he nervously moves the stuff on his desk around before class begins.

I pry my eyes away from the gorgeous man in front of me just long enough to see the class fill up around me like fish swimming towards food from those crank machines you find by ponds in amusement parks. All the girls are drooling over the new teacher who stood before us. I tried again to tear my eyes from him, but it is unreasonably hard. Before I know it, our new professor clears his throat and looks up at the group of new students eagerly waiting to hear what they could do to get him to love them.

He scanned the room with his gorgeous eyes and they landed on my own pair. I smiled lightly, not quite sure what to do. He smiled back quickly as well before nodding his head and opening his chest up to the whole class.

"Good morning, class. I'm your new professor, Prof. Stilinski. I'm going to teach the class for the rest of the semester." There was a small pause before he nodded his head once again, "I look forward to spending my Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with you all." Again, he nodded his head. I soon found myself nodding my own head slightly before he turned around and started writing on the board. 

He jotted down important notes and comments as we had our class the way we typically did - kids are making random noise, Lydia and I are making random comments after others spoke, and a bunch of people keep raising their hands to voice their opinions. A new addition to the classroom regularities is however added, Professor Stilinski politely nodding his head again and again and again.

"Alright, that is a great class for the day. You all may leave..." The word 'leave' rolled off his tongue longer than normal before picking up the sentence, "...except Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N." Lydia looked at me with excitement, but the only thing I felt was pure, unadulterated fear. 

A couple of girls around me gave me jealous looks as everyone cleared out quickly. Lydia, recognizing my complete discomfort, stared back at them to assert dominance. She then gave me one last excited look before leaving the class entirely and rendering me stuck in the same room as my attractive new professor and whatever he had to say to me. 

I watched her leave and then sighed, trying to get Professor Stilinski' attention since he had been looking down at the papers on his desk for the entire duration of the class leaving. He cleared his throat casually then looked up at me with a soft smile, "Miss Y/L/N." I smiled and nodded my head with ease. "I just wanted to specially welcome you to class..." He paused briefly. "I looked over the past assignments and grades and noticed you are the only one in this class to have a perfect score." I nodded my head slightly, not really sure what to say. "I know this is awkward, but I just wanted you to know that I appreciate your hard work and hope that maybe I can challenge you a little more this semester... if you're up to it." I smiled ever so slightly, "Thank you so much, Professor Stilinski." His face visibly cringed at the words 'Professor Stilinski' as they left my lips. He nodded his head despite this and then walked over to my desk with all of his papers placed neatly in his briefcase.

I picked up my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, standing up and meeting Professor Stilinski with just a foot between the two of us. I felt my breathing hitch before looking up at him. His eyes ran all over my face, taking in my features. He looked intrigued. “You’re insanely beautiful.” Professor Stilinski blurted out quietly, to himself even, but not quiet enough that the words didn’t reach my ears. 

Pretending like I hadn’t heard the whisper that escaped his lips, I smiled slightly one more time before nodding my head, looking down, and barely speaking above his whisper, "I'm going to go now, sir." He took a deep breath in, he had a very different reaction to ‘Sir’, and then nodded his head, "Yes, have a great evening, Miss Y/L/N."

NEXT PART

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➥ brokeback mountain: the sequel

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Prompt: Can’t go wrong with a body swap scenario 

Thank you @imtryingandtired for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

“Scott, we have a problem!” 

Scott's eyebrows did a thing that would have made Derek proud. “What? A bigger problem than the fact your body swapped with Derek.”

“I gotta pee,” Stiles rushed to say as he hopped from foot to foot. 

Scott's puppy face scrunched up with a mix of confusion and concern. “Why is that a problem? Does Derek have like a… medical condition? Does it burn or -”

“What, no! No!” Stiles cut in with a furious wave of his surprisingly soft but equally masculine hands. He lowered Derek’s voice even more so those in the next room wouldn’t hear him. “I just - what do I do, man? I have to, like, take it out and…”

“You mean you haven’t yet?” Scott asked in genuine surprise. 

“Of course, I haven’t, dumbass! What do you take me for? I would never take advantage of anyone's so very hot, like insanely hot and tempting body - temporarily mine or not.”

Scott threw up his hands in surrender. “Sorry! I’m sorry, I just - you haven't even looked?”

“No!” Stiles exclaimed, stomping Derek’s foot. “Help me!”

Scott looked around as if an answer was hiding somewhere. “I - I don’t know man, maybe asked Derek?”

“Ask Derek what?” Came Stiles's voice even though it wasn’t Stiles speaking. “What have you been doing to my body, Stiles?” It was amazing how Derek managed to make Stiles's eyebrows move in ways Stiles had never managed himself. He didn’t know his face could scowl like that. He didn’t know he had the muscles for it. 

Stiles, who was in Derek’s amazing body right now, closed his gorgeous eyes in defeat. Derek seriously had the longest eyelashes. He was never going to hear the end of this. 

Scott began to chuckle uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his neck helplessly and waved a hand at Stiles. “That’s the problem he won’t do anything to it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Derek asked, crossing Stiles’s arms over his chest. It was so weird seeing Derek’s expressions on Stiles's face, although the stance was missing its usual impact due to the severe lack of big, beefy muscles to back it up.

Stiles pinched the bridge of - Derek’s perfectly symmetrical nose and decided just to bite the bullet or risk worse embarrassment if he didn’t figure out his dilemma soon. “I have to pee.”

Derek’s - Stiles's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline. “So go pee.” 

Stiles felt Derek’s all too tempting mouth fall open with his own shock. “I - I mean… it doesn’t bother you?” 

Stiles watched his own slender shoulders shrug, although Derek couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m more worried about the state of my bladder, to be honest. How long have you been holding it?” 

Stiles felt Derek’s cute ears go red in embarrassment, and wasn’t that a weird feeling? Now, not only did he know what Derek looked like when he blushed, but he knew how it felt as his adorable ears grew warm. “A while, I guess. I was trying to respect boundaries. I mean… I wasn’t sure - have you?” 

Stiles now knew what he looked like when he blushed. Was it always so obvious? 

“Oh,” Stiles said, feeling himself turn even redder, and he wondered if it was as visible on Derek’s darker skin as it was on his own pale skin. So Derek had touched his… Stiles couldn’t think about that right now, but it figured the first time another hand, even though it was technically his very familiar hand, had been on his dick, he wouldn’t be there to experience it. 

This was such a weird situation. 

It wasn’t like Stiles had anything to be embarrassed about. He was rather… endowed. It was sort of a thing he was known for, a rumor that followed him around school, even though he was still a virgin, so no one but the guys in the locker room could confirm it. 

Derek cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize it would be an issue. I’m sorry if I overstepped -“

“No! No!” Stiles protested before Derek could feel bad about it. If a guy had to pee, he had to pee. “I don’t have a problem with it. You’ve got full permission to do whatever you want with my body,” Stiles joked, trying to break the weird tension. He knew how much consent meant to Derek, which was why he’d been so hesitant in the first place. “I just thought that you might have an issue with me, uh… handling it.”

Derek just looked at him. “If you need permission, then this is me saying you can pee.” 

Stiles breathed a sigh as Derek’s big, broad, amazing shoulders sagged in relief. “Oh, thank god, do you maybe want to come help?”

“Are you asking me to hold it for you? With your hands?” Derek deadpanned, and did Stiles really look that bitchy when he was being sarcastic? He could see why people always felt the urge to hit him.

“I - I Just mean, do you?”

Derek looked at him with exasperation. “Stiles, go pee!” 

Stiles jumped into action. “Yeah, okay, do you like… want to come with -” 

“Stiles!” 

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[sherlyskywalker]

Issac: please send the flood

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #issac lahey #social media au #incorrect sterek quotes

[stereksthings]

someone said this reminds them of derek and stiles 😭

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[stilinskibaby]

⠀⠀⠀⠀❁﹒⠀⠀🎤﹒⠀ ♡⠀﹒MASTERLIST

𓊆 DYL + CHARAS 𓊇

๑ handsy post void stiles ( smut blurb )

๑ dark stiles au ( hc )

๑ early season stiles ( hc )

๑ stiles + sleeping ( angsty fluff blurb )

๑ sex with stiles ( ficlet smut )

๑ brother's best friend ( fic, stiles x mccall!reader, angst, smut and fluff )

๑ nsfw alphabet

ⵌ MOODBOARDS

๑ dating stiles

๑ dating fratboy!stiles

๑ dylan obrien, the man that you are.

𓊆 TEEN WOLF GEN 𓊇

๑ random teen wolf headcanons

𓊆 THEO RAEKEN 𓊇

๑ theo + fucking

ⵌ MOODBOARDS

๑ dating theo raeken

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[sterekbigbang]

Power of a Name (22,377) by @mindofmim Art by @eevylynn For @sterekbigbang 2023-2024, Round 6 Rating: Teen and Up Relationships & Characters: Derek/Stiles, Derek, Stiles, Scott, Sheriff, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, Allison, Chris, Peter Tags: Kidnapping, fae, ritual, spark Stiles, soulmate au, Derek and Stiles are soulmates, pack to the rescue, pinning, Derek works as a mechanic, Derek and Stiles friendship, angst Derek, happy ending

Summary: Everyone has their soulmates first name written on their wrist (some born with it. For some it comes once there's soulmate is born), Derek got his when he turned five. From the moment he met Stiles, he wished they were soulmates. But "Stiles" isn't the name encoded on his wrist. Kidnapped by Fae, Stiles knows the only way to save Derek, and buy the pack enough time to figure out a rescue plan is to make a deal with the queen. And he's only got one bargaining chip - his name; Mieczysław. Derek lost everything the day his pack died, and again when he learnt Stiles was his soulmate (only to lose him in the same breath). His last hope was that the pack could decode Stiles' clue and bring him home, so he could apologize and make things right.

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[heradion]

This is giving Derek Hale and Stiles in different outfit vibes

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

POPULAR DEREK SIMPING FOR NERD STILESSS (please <333)

Sure thing!

Come Along Because I Love Your Face by cardel

(1/1 I 1,035 I General)

Derek doesn’t mean to stare, he knows it’s rude but he can’t seem to help it. The guy has been talking to his circle of friends for the better part of the lunch period and they’re all listening, riveted, just like Derek.

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 4,537 I Not Rated)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

Game On by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)

Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.

Playing Hard To Get by stereksterek

(3/3 I 6,911 I Not Rated)

“Is that your best pick-up line?”

Derek was taken aback by the blatant call-out from his clearly intelligent mate, but if anything it just made him grin.

“I can do better.”

“Then why would you start with something that wasn’t your best? Maybe you’re not really that interested in me and could go and reflect on that somewhere else?”

Before Derek could refute his mate’s doubt with all the ferocity of his wolf, Stiles turned back to the bookshelf and continued searching for the book he'd been looking for. Apparently his mate wanted to play hard to get, but that was fine with Derek. He didn’t mind a challenge.

“Trust me. No one could be more interested in you than me.”

living in a movie i've watched by thoughtsandthings

(13/13 I 20,995 I Teen)

Stiles scrambles to his feet and holds his hand over his heart like he’s about to recite the Pledge of Allegiance. “I solemnly swear I will try my damnedest to woo the crap out of Derek Hale.”

Scott laughs and tosses a couch pillow at his head. “Deal."

Stiles and Scott shake on it.

But Then What... by Stoney

(3/3 I 24,343 I Explicit)

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.

Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #high school au #nerd!stiles #jock!derek #anon

[sweet-pea-channie]

Forbidden Love - S.S. AU Pt.1

Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​

Words: +3k

Warnings: heart break, that’s it

A/N: There it is! The frst part of Forbidden Love. It’s not as long as the other parts, but it’s more of an introduction. I hope you liike it! Next part will be out next Monday. 

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Life here at Beaconhill Castle isn't all that bad. Even though you didn't really have the best reputation as a kitchen servant, you had enough to be reasonably happy with your life. The pay was enough for the small house on the outskirts, which you shared with your father, your little sister and two other people who also worked at the castle.

Your little sister, who was still too young to work at the castle, helped out at the market in the village. For a few pennies, or as she was usually paid with a few fresh fruits, she used to come home in the afternoon. But since you and your father worked all day, she was forced to spend the rest of the day mostly alone in the house. So she always did the housework and made sure that everyone returned to a clean and reasonably well-kept house in the evening hours.

Your father, a craftsman at the castle, after your mother died early of influenza, always brought you to the castle where you spent the whole day in the garden while he did his work. In the cold winter months, he always asked you to spend the day with Katherine. Katherine worked in the kitchen of the castle and eventually taught you how to cook. From cutting the vegetables to plucking the chickens for the soup, Katherine made a real woman out of you. And so it happened one day that the queen gave you the job in the kitchen. You were honored to work for the royal family, but what you were more excited about was spending time with Stiles. Still not officially, in front of the others, but now you were officially allowed to spend time at the castle.

The castle was one of the most beautiful and largest in the area. The dark windows and light sandy walls with gray shining bricks always aroused great joy in the eyes of visitors. You knew only by stories that it was one of the most beautiful castles. Your young age and title did not make it easy to travel the country and see other castles. So you only knew Beaconhill Castle and were more than happy to work there.

"Did you hear that, Y/N?"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked if you could get the tomatoes in the garden for dinner."

"Oh yes, of course."

With the large raffia basket under your arm, you made your way outside to the garden of the castle. But the door to the kitchen opened before you could reach for it. Gilbert the chef, came racing into the kitchen and shoved you back into the middle of the room, where he got all the attention from everyone. "Forget about dinner! We need a buffet!"

"A buffet?" asked another worker in the kitchen. "What do we need a buffet for tonight?"

"There is big news that will be announced tonight at the castle. The queen is expecting a lot of people. She wants to see the buffet in the hall in no time. We need to get on it! Y/N, Helena, Alice, you go to the pasture and catch the chickens! Preferably 10 of them!"

Your gaze turned to Helena, who was standing next to the fire stove, struggling to keep the bread from burning. Events on such short notice were rare. The queen always wanted everything to be well planned, so she announced everything days in advance. You were sure that all hell was already breaking loose among the castle staff, who were busy cleaning and preparing the hall and the other rooms.

You put the raffia basket aside, where another kitchen maid took it to harvest the vegetables in the garden herself. Helena asked someone else to take care of the bread and followed you and Alice outside to get to the pasture.

Several scenarios played out in your mind. What could be so important that the queen wanted to hold a feast on such short notice. Many guests were not currently in the castle. And more guests would not be able to arrive so quickly. Even the fastest horses would not be able to bring the whole kingdom here. And apparently the topic did not leave the other two girls in peace.

"What news do you think there will be?" asked Alice when she was far enough away from the castle. "It must be something grandiose if the queen is asking for a feast on such short notice."

"I don't know, somehow I don't have a good feeling about it," you answered and opened the gate to the chicken coop, where some chickens were already running towards you, hoping to get some more food.

"Do you think it has something to do with Stiles?" asked Helena, scattering some of the grain on the ground to attract the rest of the chickens. Immediately, most of the chickens came running and pecked up the little grains at your feet. "I don't want to hurt you, Y/N. But we all know that the Queen has been looking for a wife for Stiles for quite some time."

"I know," you muttered and prepared the things to head the chickens before you could bring them back to the kitchen. "But I hope it's not the case."

"Y/N..."

"I know, I know. I know for a fact that I'm not made to officially make him happy. After all, I'm just the kitchen servant and he's the prince."

"Hey, somewhere out there is someone made for you. But we all know it would never work out with you and Stiles, as sorry as I am," Alice said.

"Just doesn't do me much good if my heart already belongs to him. How can I give my heart to anyone else then? I don't want to imagine my life without Stiles. Even though we always meet in secret and it can never be more than a few minutes, they are the best minutes for me. What if I just become his mistress?"

"Even that, the queen will never allow. Our rank is not high enough. Remember, we are nothing but slaves to her in the end," Alice reminded you while capturing the first chicken.

"Stiles doesn't think of us that way."

"Stiles may not think so, he may be cut from a different cloth than everyone else. But to the queen, we are literally slaves."

"Can we maybe talk about something else? Maybe it's completely different news. Maybe the king is feeling better and has overcome his illness. Maybe that's all they're celebrating," you asked your friends, grabbing the chicken from her carefully.

Your friends dropped the subject. They could tell it was bothering you. Even though they were right, you didn't want to admit it. Stiles, the future king of your kingdom, why would he have a simple kitchen maid like you as a wife at his side. You had no alliances, no alliances with other countries that could be beneficial. No gold that your father could hand to the king and queen. 

You could tell you were irritated, because never before had you so quickly rocked a chicken lightly unconscious by its feet before chopping off its heads with the big cleaver. Alice and Helena literally flinched every time they heard the blow of the cleaver.

With the ten chickens Gilbert had asked you for, you set off again for the kitchen, which was on the first floor of the castle near the pastures. This way you could cover the distances to the animals and the fields with the fresh fruits and vegetables in no time. 

On the way there you saw Stiles with his mother on one of the balconies on the upper floors. His mother was also looking down at you, surely making sure that you would quickly prepare the meal, while Stiles gave you a slight smile. His smile, however, did not reach from ear to ear as he usually did. You might think it was because of the queen standing next to him. If she saw her son smiling at one of the kitchen helpers, it would not reflect well on him. However, he was not in his mother's field of vision, so she could not notice his smile.

You had to concentrate not to smile at him, but his appearance made it difficult. His tunic was dark green, decorated with embroidery and gold lacing, matching his eyes and hair color just perfectly. But his reserved smile, you couldn't get out of your mind on the way back to the kitchen. Something seemed to be bothering him. You knew him too well for that. For more than 10 years you had been strolling through the corridors of the castle. Once again you turned around before entering the kitchen and saw Stiles' depressed look. So the smile wasn't real and was just an act.

With a loud sigh you entered the kitchen again and helped the others to pluck the chickens before they were processed into broth and chicken drumsticks. Your work in the kitchen was mostly to marinate the meat, which you could do best with the herbs from the garden and the spices you could always buy at the market or if you guys were lucky enough, your sister would bring them to you from time to time. And as Gilbert used to put it "Less chatter! Work more!"

Hours passed and the containers and plates filled with the dishes you prepared. Gilbert asked you girls to put on your beautiful and not dirty robes to bring the food to the dining room. So Alice, Helena, a few other women and you got yourselves ready and loaded the carts.

Your heart was beating like crazy on the way to the hall, you felt nauseous and dizzy, like the flu was hitting over you right here and now. "Is everything okay with you? You're shaking tremendously," Helena asked you, pointing at your hands that were pushing the cart. Although you had your hands firmly on the cart, it was clearly visible that you were not well.

"I'm just nervous, I guess," you replied, just looking straight. The hall was still empty. The guests were all still in the throne hall next door, from there came the noise level that could be heard throughout the castle. Two guards were standing in front of the big doors to the throne hall, but they were open, they just made sure that you wouldn't go in there.

So you started to fill the hall with food and to fill the tables. It was always the same in the end. The queen had a firm idea of what should be where. No apples next to the chicken, the cabbage definitely next to the meat, and much more. For this reason it was already pure routine and you could do the work already by heart. And that's exactly why your ears were listening carefully to what was happening in the hall next door. The queen asked for full attention and the crowd immediately fell silent. Even King Noah was on his throne, although lately he spent more of his hours in his bedroom than in the throne hall. His illness was affecting him more than he had hoped, after all.

The more you stood there the more you got worse. If even King Noah was gathered there, it had to be really big news. The royal couple was uniformly dressed in a royal blue and Stiles was also dressed in a dark blue tunic, perfectly matching the rest of his family. As the only son, expectations were very high that he would sire more sons to keep the royal bloodline of the Stilinskis going.

"Glad you all found your way to our beautiful Beaconhill Castle on such short notice. It is not for nothing that you have made the journey. As many know, my husband, the king of the castle and kingdom, has been ill for quite some time and rules mainly from his sickbed. We all know where this is heading. Our only son, Stiles, has been of marriageable age for a few weeks now. For the last two weeks we have been negotiating with other alliances and finally have the good news for you. Beaconhill Castle will soon be under the new leadership of Prince Stiles and his future wife Princess Louise Caroline Alberta of Saint Lucia. Her family offers us eternal loyalty and will fully support our kingdom in hard times in the future."

Your heart stopped, you were sure this was happening. The clock stopped for you while the guests in the throne hall clapped and whistled wildly. To them it was wonderful news. The rumor that the king might die soon quickly made the rounds and when it was confirmed that he was really ill, everyone was full of worry. Everyone knew that the queen alone would upset everything. Every worker in the castle feared for his job, they didn't really want to speak badly of the queen, but no one really found good words about her.

Your mouth was completely dry. You couldn't believe your ears what they just got to hear. Your worst nightmare was coming true. Stiles was getting married, and you were not the woman by his side. So Stiles would have to love another woman from that day forward. And you would be history. All your worst expectations hit you at once.

Again and again you had hoped that you would somehow manage to make the pact of marriage, maybe there would be an exception. You would be the royal couple that would be discussed the most, that would bring a lot of attention. Maybe even a lot of alliances, but of course that was all just a dream. As if an exception would be made because of you, the kitchen servant.

The day you realized how you felt about Stiles was the worst day of your life. How much you wished you were born in an environment. It would make so many things easier. Secretly, you blamed your parents for bringing you into the world. It would have been so much easier if you weren't born in the first place. You spent nights crying on your bed, your sister was already so desperate that she wanted to get your father. But you begged her not to. The less people knew about it, the better. You didn't even tell your sister. Since she worked far away from you, you didn't have to worry about her finding out.

At that moment, you realized how little you meant to the world. You were ultimately a nobody. You were forever banished to work in the kitchen, possibly as a cleaner, or worse. Working in the kitchen of the castle was already the best thing that could happen to you. It could not have happened to you better. All of a sudden, you were overcome with emotion. Everything Stiles had ever told you was now a lie.

The clapping subsided as the queen raised her hand and asked again for silence. King Noah, sitting next to her on his throne, propped himself up on the back of the throne and pushed himself up to stand. He was a bit wobbly on his feet at first, but quickly found his balance with the help of the cane in his left hand. "I too can only speak positively of this news. Stiles will grow up to be a great king and will carry on my duties and values in the best possible way. With Princess Caroline at his side, I have no doubt. We can proudly announce that the wedding will take place here in our premises after daybreak in five days. But nonetheless, let's give a warm welcome to the newly engaged couple.”

Your eyes did not leave the door. There she stood, the future wife of Stiles, the future queen, the woman who would have everything you could never have. Her dress was beautifully blue, as if they had all agreed to wear the same matching color, which they probably did. The corset was decorated with black lace and flattered her dark hair a lot. Let's not even talk about her beauty, which dazzled everyone present. Stiles could only fall in love with her. You, on the other hand, were a mere laughing stock compared to her.

"What a couple."

"Hurray for the future royal couple!"

"Long live Stiles and Caroline!"

The congratulations did not stop. Neither did the clapping and renewed cheering. The guests could hardly believe their luck. Their country was facing a new occupation of the royal castle, changes and possible improvements everyone hoped for. Even though Stiles was still very young, a young king who could represent his country was always welcome. But you would have preferred Noah, sick as he was, to continue representing the country, even with Claudia at his side, who was anything but nice. All better, as long as Stiles wouldn't be taken away from you.

"Y/N?" you heard Alice next to you as she carefully reached for your arm. She wanted to make sure everything was okay with you. But you were anything but okay. As you turned to your friend, the first tears started to flow down your cheeks. Alice's look immediately showed that she felt very much for you and it also broke her heart to see you so broken. You turned your head back and looked through the door again. Stiles' eyes met yours and he could see exactly in your eyes that you had witnessed everything. The shock on your face was plain to see.

"Alice, I have to..." you mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand before sprinting off.

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