May 21, 2018
Stiles:So? You going to fuck me or what, Barry?
Barry: *Blushes* Yeah, let me unbuckle my pant real quick.
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Stiles:So? You going to fuck me or what, Barry?
Barry: *Blushes* Yeah, let me unbuckle my pant real quick.
Awkward Beans
Here is a new allenski au for you.
They are such adorable awkward beans.
Barry Allen/Stiles Stilinski prompts part one
Barry Allen and his team needs help around the lab so they decided to hire an intern.
Stiles is a meta who use his power for evil and Barry sometimes stop him and maybe fall in love with the hyperactive hazel eyes boy.
Barry saving Stiles from himself.
Stiles bumping into Barry at a coffee shop which made him spill his drink over them.
Don’t forget me Allenski au
Jet Lagged
[Chapter Three;Jet Lagged]
"Through the atmosphere I'm seeing glimpses of the past I'm leaving holding on for life as we collide"
Stiles was still in awe over the fact that he had literally collided with the person whose name was on repeat in his mind. It was like his body and brain were on autopilot and knew exactly where Barry was located.
The Scarlet fabric of his shirt stuck to him stiffly, causing him to tug on it slightly before scratching the back of his neck. He searched for words, but found none causing him to stand there awkwardly after their collision.
"So," Barry cleared his throat, eyeing Stiles carefully, "what can I help you with?"
"Huh-what?" Stiles asked, obviously confused and lost in his thoughts.
"Well you were looking for me, and I was wondering what it was you needed from me..." Barry reminded him, letting the last thought float in the air for stiles to grasp onto.
"Oh, right. Well, I'm not absolutely sure..." Stiles replied honestly. Awkwardly, he shifted all of his weight to his right foot and fidgeted with his hands. Stiles had felt odd ever since he arrived in Central City. He had been feeling extremely tired and even a little weak, he just didn't know how or why; the only thing he knew is that time had flown by since appeared last night.
The intriguing brunette standing before Stiles, looked at him oddly seeming to notice Stiles' odd symptoms, "are you okay?"
"I don't think anything about this whole situation is okay, and I have a feeling you know that too," Stiles blurted, looking straight into the crisp green eyes of Barry Allen.
"And what makes you think you know what I know?" Barry asked, narrowing his eyes slightly at the freaked out boy in front of him.
Stiles recalled previous events, with the man in the red suit. He recalled how the man stood and moved ever so slightly. But then was gone in a flash. He remembered the shape of the figure in red, and how Barry looks almost identical to what he had gotten a glimpse of.
Stiles may be new to this town, or wherever he is, but he has always been able to identify things and figure things out. No matter the difficulty.
"Because we've seen each other before," Stiles started to explain, trying to remind him of the events that had happened the night before. Though, he knew Barry surely remembered, "last night, to be exact. I'm assuming that was you in that red-full-body suit.
"I don't know exactly why you were wearing that kind of outfit, but what matters is that you were there and you saw me appear in this town. And you know exactly how not okay the entrance I made was."
Stiles paused his thoughts, looking at the other brunette for something; anything. Barry stiffened as he spoke, that showed that what Stiles had said was correct. That was Barry in the suit, and Barry knew how abnormal his appearance was.
Stiles stretched his neck and cracked his back before speaking again, "it sure didn't feel okay."
"Okay, so your entrance was weird?" Barry started off, "weird things happen all the time in Central City, what makes your incident so special?"
Stiles opened his mouth to speak, but realized he didn't know how to word what he wanted to say so he quickly closed his mouth.
"And right now is not a good time for me to be talking about this, like I mentioned before; lots of weird things happen in this city and that means I have a lot of things to attend," Barry said gesturing towards the exit. Stiles noticed how antsy he had been, and let him pass. But he didn't forget to let out that sigh of defeat while he was at it.
Stiles watched Barry walk away, but noticed him turn around, "look, I'm sorry," he sighed, "there is just a lot going on today and I'm stressed beyond belief. I mean, I didn't even catch your name."
"It's Stiles" he answered with a nervous chuckled, "uh, Stiles Stilinski."
"Well, Stiles, tomorrow might be a better day to talk about this situation. How about we meet at the local coffee shop in the morning to better understand what happened? It's called jitters." Barry offered.
A warm feeling began to brew inside Stiles once the offer was put on the table, and he couldn't turn it down. Though it was only something they scheduled to talk about the impossible, he couldn't help but think that something good might actually come out of an unfortunate event.
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"Okay, so, Stiles is gone?" Scott asked.
"That is the tenth time you have asked, Scott. Nothing has changed. Yes, Stiles is gone." Lydia answered, her elbows resting on the table the broken pack was sitting at with her fingers massaging her temples.
The banshee was growing annoyed of the questions the true alpha had put on repeat. She just wished that he could grasp his best friend's disappearance like the rest of them so they could develop a plan, but he is still in the denial stage. He has been for the past day.
"Does Derek know?" Scott asked yet another question that had already been answered, and Lydia was just about ready to explode.
"Yes," Lydia said pressing her fingers harder onto her temples and clenching her jaw together, "Derek knows, he is on his way to help us."
"Does anyone have any popcorn?" Liam asked from the left of Scott, earning the death glare from Lydia.
"Lydia, do you think maybe if we grab something of Stiles' then we could track him by his scent?" Malia offered.
"Malia, since when are you the smartest one in the pack?" Lydia asked, with a relieved smile, thankful for her presence.
"I have some good influences I guess," Malia shrugged.
Scott was still staring off into space, oblivious to the whole plan. Kira looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
"Scott, we will find him. We always do." she reassured. Scott looked up at her with his big puppy dog eyes. Her eyes softened even more when she saw the tears forming.
Their alpha was in a very vulnerable state, hell, they all were. Without Stiles, there are no more jokes; no more sarcastic remarks; there are no more spastic movements, or star wars references. Until they find him, if they ever do, they will have to learn to live without him; if that is even possible.
Okay so I usually have the story format where it is like stiles and Barry, then life back in beacon hills, stiles and Barry again. But that was just too much for this chapter so I ended it in beacon hills. Thank you for reading, I love you guys!! WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF THIS CHAPTER?? PS::;; YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL/HANDSOME
Coincidental Collisions
[Chapter Two; Coincidental Collisions]
"I'm falling out of the sky I feel so alive My heart ignites When our eyes collide"
"What the hell?" Stiles mumbled as he began to stumble on the concrete ground. Puffs of air were leaving his body as he began to stress about where he was.
A loud honk made him realized that he was about to be hit by oncoming traffic. Frantically, he moved out of the way to avoid being hit.
Stiles finally took the time to look up, taking in the new scenery. It was dark, there were lights and tall buildings. He had to be in a city. There was a woman yelling at a taxi that she was going to be late. A few people walking dogs and a man flipping a sign. But the one thing that caught his eye was the man wearing an all red suit with the same exact look on his face that stiles wore.
But once stiles blinked,
he was gone.
Stiles looked around a few more times. Overwhelmed by the sudden change in atmosphere. It was like he had entered a whole different world.
But do those really exist?
Yes werewolves exist, and so do banshees and loads of other shit; but does he really believe in alternate universes? Does he really believe in worlds that look exactly like his own with only the slightest change?
He couldn't think about it anymore.
Before he was teleported to wherever the hell he is right now, he was last on the phone with Lydia screaming for help. Noticing that his phone was still in his hand, he decided to dial her number.
There was no answer. Almost on instinct he decided to call Scott. After the second ring someone answered.
"Hello?" Scott's voice answered.
"Scott? Scott I need your help.." Stiles began to say frantically, "I don't know where I am but I-"
"No, no! You need to stop, Okay? This is like the tenth time this week. I don't know who you are, or why you are doing this, but it is sick! My best friend died two years ago, I don't need a reminder of that everyday!!" Scott angrily interrupted Stiles before hanging up.
The lonely, confused boy stared sadly down at his phone.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
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"Lydia? Lydia what's wrong?" Sheriff asked the strawberry blonde as she ran into his house with tears streaming down her face.
"It's.. It's stiles. Something happened" Lydia began, "we were on the phone, and then all of the sudden I hear this strange noise and he was screaming for help."
The sheriff placed his hands on her shoulders, "do you know what happened to my son?"
"N-no I wasn't there-"
"But you are a banshee! You should know what happened to him!" The sheriff shouted making her wince. He let out a sigh as he removed his hands from her shoulders to rub his face.
"I'm sorry- I just.. Just please tell me, is he dead?" The sheriff asked, his face showing pure sadness.
"No, but I'm not so sure he is alive either.." Lydia informed the grieving man.
Both of them exchange a glance of worry, not exactly sure of what she even means. The good news is that stiles isn't dead, and that is all that matters.... as of now.
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"Okay, Stiles, think," he told himself before placing his head in his hands. He managed to find his way to a bench that was on the side of the road.
He was going to give himself some more instructions, when he realized that he was in a public place and people might think he is crazy when they saw him talking to himself. That's when he got the crazy idea to ask someone on the sidewalk about where they were.
He stood up and walked to the first person he saw, "uh-um excuse me miss," he started, making the older woman with light brown hair turn to him, "hi, I was wondering, where are we?"
"Are you drunk or something?" She lightly laughed, "Hun, we are in central city, Missouri. And you need to get home before your drunk ass gets hit by a car."
Stiles just stared at her as she walked away, "I'm not drunk!" He yelled after her, his void drifting to a whisper, "I'm just.. Lost."
He began to walk down the sidewalk. Missouri. How the hell did he get from California to Missouri in 10 seconds?
"What do I do now?" He wondered out loud as he stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk, slowly giving up on everything. He was just so overwhelmed. There we no answers to how the hell he got from California to Missouri in 10 seconds, and why his best friend was saying he died 2 years ago when he is obviously alive.
Find Barry Allen
Stiles looked around him but the voice was too clear to be anyone talking to him. He was loosing his mind, it was official. He was becoming a banshee like Lydia and hearing voices of dead people. That is the only reasonable explanation for the voice in his head.
Barry Allen.
There is was again, that voice. Telling him a name that doesn't sound familiar at all. Stiles looked to his left and noticed that across the street was the central city police station.
Find him Find Barry Allen the voice instructed again, giving Stiles the hint to walk towards the police station. He made sure to look for cars before sprinting across the street. When he made it to the other side, he was out of breath. Stiles bent over trying to get his breath back before he walked into the station.
But what was he going to say when he found this said Barry? "Oh hey, yeah I just traveled from California to Missouri in 10 seconds and apparently I died two years ago. By the way I'm stiles, nice to meet you."
Yeah, no. That will probably just confused the shit out of the guy. Or girl. Who knows? Barry could be a girl.
Stiles pushed open the double doors, no one even looked at him to acknowledge he was here. He looked around and noticed the elevator, for some reason his legs just took over and he soon found himself on the elevator. When he got to the next floor, again, no one looked at him or acknowledged his presence. Stiles was about to continue walking when he bumped into someone.
"Oh god, sorry." Stiles quickly apologized, putting his hands on the figure's shoulders to steady them. But removing them shortly after.
"You're fine. But uh, Can I help you?" A boy, not much older than him asked. He has brown hair and was quite attractive in Stiles' opinion. he couldn't help but recognized the boy's figure from somewhere, he just can't remember where.
"I'm, um, looking for Barry Allen." Stiles gulped, looking into the mystery boy's eyes for the first time. To him, they were intriguing. It was a pleasant surprise.
"Uh, that's me." The boy responded with a hint of confusion. But also recognizing Stiles from earlier. When he relived the same day again, and how everything was the exact same, except stiles.
Okayyyy so here is chapter two.
Yoo okay so midterms are this week and the next so I may have days where I promise a chapter but then forget to post it and I just want to apologize in advance.
Okay but did anyone else read Barry’s "uh, that's me" as "yup, that's me" in that's so Ravens voice? I'm crying Ihms.
Please comment your thoughts/ opinions (: -M xx PS::;; FEEL FREE TO BUG ME IF I DON'T UPDATE SOON.
Endings Mean New Beginnings
[Chapter One; Endings mean new Beginnings]
"Without you, I feel broke. Like I'm half of a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song."
"Dad, there's nothing left to say; he left beacon hills, he left the pack, and he left me.." Stiles tried to explain, chocking on the last part of his sentence.
"Derek loved you, there's no way he won't come back." Sheriff Stilinski attempted to cheer his son up by telling him what he thought was the truth. But Stiles knew better.
"I loved him. I loved Derek. He never said he loved me back. Let's just face it, he isn't coming back, and if he does.. I hope I will have moved on by then." The broken hearted boy let out a sigh before continuing, "I think I'm going to go on a walk, clear my head. Who knows, maybe I'll run into my new Prince Charming along the way."
"Stiles, it's late, you should just go to bed. You shouldn't be alone out there at night. Especially in a town like this, especially when you are vulnerable." His dad tried to stop him, but his son was already gone. Gone in ways he hadn't even imagine.
Stiles slouched as he walked. Kicking sticks here and there. He couldn't help but remember the first time he ran into Derek in these woods. Of course he was with Scott, and Derek was a grump, but he still remembered it. Derek being gone impacted stiles in a way you can't even begin to comprehend. But it was the conversation they had before he left that made Stiles hurt the most.
"Stiles, I can't live here nor can I be with you, knowing I put you in danger." Derek tried explaining. Stiles not understanding what he was trying to say.
"So what you're saying is, you need to leave?" Stiles asked the werewolf in front of him.
"Yes, it just doesn't make sense for me to stay here. With Kate and the desert wolf on the loose, I would be of much more use somewhere else. Anywhere else but here." Derek said looking straight into the hazel eyes of Stiles Stilinski.
"Okay, then let me help you. I can come with you. I mean, a bat wouldn't do much damage.. but sometimes my brain does loads-" Stiles' attempt at convincing Derek was cut short.
"Stiles you aren't coming with me." Derek said sternly and emotionless.
"What why? I'm not totally useless." Stiles argued offensively while putting a hang on his hip.
"Like I said before, I'm leaving so I don't put you in danger. And leaving this town means leaving behind the fire, leaving behind everything that happened here, and lastly, leaving behind you" Derek informed.
"You really think you put me in danger? I find that hard to believe, because if you really believed that I was in danger you would be convincing Scott to leave, too, so I would be safe, you would be convincing put whole pack to leave so I would be safe. So cut the bullshit. Why are you actually leaving? Am I not enough? Are you tired of me already?" Stiles asked full of rage and mixed emotions.
Derek, with no emotional at all, answered his questions, "yeah, I guess I'm tired of you already."
Derek knew what he said was a lie, but stiles didn't have werewolf hearing, so every word that came out of Derek's mouth sounded like the truth. The werewolf could sense the pain the human was in, but he just turned around and left. Derek left beacon hills, left the pack, and he left stiles there with a broken heart.
A gust of wind made stiles shiver as he continued to walk. This plan to clear his mind wasn't working. It only brought back the memory of their break up. Stiles brought a hand up to his hair and combed it back as he continued to walk further into the preserve. After knowing about the supernatural for a few years he tended to ignore the no entry after dark part of the beacon hills preserve sign. He just didn't know that tonight he should've acknowledged it.
A strange noise made stiles let out a small scream. Once he realized it was his phone he let out a small laugh at himself. But his smile faded knowing who was calling.
"Dad I told you I needed to get some air" stiles groaned into the phone.
"Stiles?" A feminine voice asked.
"Lydia?" Stiles asked, "why are you calling me so late?"
"Well I could ask you why you are out exploring so late, but then your dad told me. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Lydia sighed. He could practically hear her small smile.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I just needed some air,” Stiles answered letting out a breath of air as he stopped walking. A strange gurgling noise made him pull his phone away from his ear and turn around.
"Stiles?" Lydia asked when she heard the strange noise in the other side of the phone:
Stiles' heart began to race when he saw what was placed in front of him. It was some sort of portal with different shades of blues and whites. It made the most god awful sound. Stiles turned to run the other way, but it began to drag him towards itself. A yell escaped his mouth as it dragged him further and further towards it.
"STILES?!?" Stiles turned back around to face the demonic object that was about to devour him.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?" he screamed.
"STILES??! Stiles? What's happening?" Lydia frantically asked.
"HELP!!" Stiles yelled before he was completely consumed by the object.
Stiles and Lydia were disconnected, and once stiles was fully engulfed it got quite. A Screaming Lydia left on the other end. He Watched as images passed by him in the blue abyss and he listened for something... anything.
Eventually the sound of traffic was present and it became louder and louder.
He tried running but began stumbling when his feet were met with cement.
"What the hell?" He asked, panting.
A loud honk sounded making him jump out of the way so he would be hit by the passing car.
He looked up to see tall buildings and city lights. He saw a woman yelling that she is going to be late, a man spinning a sign, and two dogs barking at each other. But the one thing that really caught his attention was a man in all red looking at Stiles with the same fright and confusion that he wore himself.
Stiles wasn't in beacon hills anymore, hell, he wasn't even in California anymore. The atmosphere here was different.
It was as if he were on a different world... If those even exist.
Ayyyeeeee the first chapter is up!! You have no idea how excited I am for this. If there are any spelling errors or typos I apologize but feel free to point them out so I can fix them in the future. Please let me know what you think so far, I would love to hear your feedback (: -M xx
PS::;; THIS IS AN ORIGINAL IDEA!!!
Playlist
Sad Song - We the Kings
Collide - Jake Miller
Hello - Adele
Gravity - Sara Bareilles
You found me - The Fray
The scientist - Coldplay
Lightning - The Wanted
Supernatural - Daughtry
Centuries - Fall out Boy
Ride - Twenty Pilots
Waiting for Superman - Daughtry
I lived - Once Republic
Stay tuned, the first chapter will be up shortly! -M xx