If you accept prompts: A is a famous but anonymous author that wants to finish their degree (or some other reason to go back to college) and B is a professor that gets angry when A doesn't appreciate the "beauty" of their fav author's writing, who is actually A (A is a little shit and laughs every time B tries to teach the "true meaning of --A's work--")
hi anon!! thank you for the prompt. i know it’s been a while but here’s 10k words! you can tell i had a lot of fun with it.
thank you to @troubleiwant for reading over this and helping me make it a lot better ♡♡♡
warnings: teacher/student relationship. it’s discussed in the text that this is an inappropriate relationship and the characters don’t do all they can to keep things professional. it’s more an emotional relationship than a physical one and there’s no age difference between the characters.
sterek | college au, professor!derek, student!stiles, author!stiles | T | 10k
[On AO3]
“Let me know if you have any questions,” Derek calls out to the class, but no one is listening as they pack up their things. Derek sighs and puts his own notes away, running his thumb over the pages of his well-loved paperback before placing the novel in his bag.
He isn’t looking forward to teaching an entry level literature course at the local community college but someone has to do it. He wishes he knew how to keep the students engaged, but their eyes are always tired and absent as Derek teaches. The only good part about the course this year is that he got to choose the curriculum.
Derek knows he’s lucky to have this job – no matter how much he dislikes it – but he misses the tenure track position he used to hold Amherst College. He lost everything when his family died in a house fire and Derek struggled enough that he had to leave his job. The only thing that offered him any sort of comfort over the past few years was a novel.
“Um, hi,” says a voice, and Derek looks up. He sees brown hair, brown eyes, and a white smile. The man’s shoulders are broad and his fingers are long where they clutch at his back pack. He looks only a few years younger than Derek.
Derek frowns. “Are you teaching next? I’ll be out of your way – I just need to clear up the rest of my things.”
The man flushes for some reason and turns away, biting his lip. He turns back and tries to speak again. “No. Um. I’m actually one of your students. My name is Stiles.”
“What?”
“I’m taking this class. Contemporary Fiction 101?”
“Oh,” Derek says dumbly. He didn’t expect anyone to come forward and actually ask him questions about the course – he normally only gets bored students who take the course to fill a requirement and who don’t want to study Shakespeare.
“Yeah,” Stiles says. He runs a hand through his hair and then shoves his hands into his pockets. He lets out a small chuckle. “I guess I’m kind of old to be doing a freshman level course.”
Derek glances back at him and then shrugs. “There are quite a few people at this college who are older.”
“Right. Um.” Stiles hesitates for a long moment. “Are – are we really going to be studying Magic Bullet?” he asks.
“Yes?”
Stiles sighs. “I guess it’s a good book. But. Is it possible for me to study something else?”
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