A/N: Alright, I'm still figuring out how to use this plataform to post, since I'm used to AO3 and Wattpad, so forgive me for the bumpy ride! But anyways, this is a SI into fem!Stiles, and a possible Derek/Stiles later on, but pairings are still something for the future, but very much on the table! Let me know who you'd think our bbg should pair with, and I'll think about it. But ask nicely, I'm fragile.
Anyways, here we go, enjoy, but be mindful that there will be a few changes once in a while, because I'm still learning how to work FFN. Any tips or things you think would make it better to read? Lemme know!
She breathed out through her teeth, running steadily and trying not to bop her head at the Twilight Soundtrack, blinking away the sweat running from her hairline and being careful not to step on any roots.
She breathed out
Maybe she shouldn't have gone for a run when it started to drizzle, but she was feeling extra energetic that day, her teeth had been on edge since she had woken up, a gut feeling that something was going to happen, so instead of taking the usual route for a walk, she had decided to go for a run in the woods.
It was fine, she knew them like the back of her hand, and the main trail was usually busy, as it led to another park. She just had to be careful in case someone was biking, but with the weather, she doubted many people would be out for an afternoon pedaling. Hell, there were barely any people walking!
She tried not to curse at the drizzle turning into rain, slowing down after some time and frowning at the sky while Meet Me on the Equinox played in her ears; her hoodie was getting soaked, as she hadn't expected for the weather to turn like that. The sun had been out when she walked to the park, and it had only started to close when she got to the track. Sure, it had been chilly, but nothing that would indicate that it'd pour.
The girl grumbled annoyedly at that, checking that her phone was protected inside her pocket and making sure her earbuds wouldn't fall out for her sprint back. There was no way she was staying there when the weather only seemed to get worse.
She noticed that the Playlist had ended, but she was not too keen on wetting her phone to put another one.
So, pulling her hood higher and taking a huffing deep breath, she started the trek back, pinching her lips at the violent turn of weather, that tightness in her chest and cold at the mouth of her stomach making her eyes flit around repeatedly at the woods surrounding her, the anxiety clawing up her throat.
She skidded to a stop at the feeling of dread that hit her, breath coming out erratically while her head snapped around, trying to see through the heavy rain.
Something was watching her, she could feel it.
Her hands started to shake as she walked backwards a few times, wondering if she should go back to risk getting to the other park and wait out the rain in one of the stores nearby, when a low growl cut through the music; a feat on itself that had her freezing instantly, heart hammering so hard she could feel the pulse of her neck jumping.
Slowly turning her head to look over her shoulder, the sight of the thing ways away on the track had tears springing from her eyes, breath shaky as the girl tried moving silently, but she knew she couldn't outrun it.
The raging and red glowing eyes sent her into a confused haze, as did its monstrous appearance, but she couldn't afford to wonder if her mind was playing tricks on her, not when she felt like she was about to retch in fear.
Her feet moved slowly and nearly silently, but with keeping her eyes on the snarling beast, she missed whatever it was she stepped on that caused such loud noise. The world seemed to hang silent, holding its breath, even with the music blaring through the earbuds, something that barely registered with her situation.
Her shoes slammed on the mud when it gave a furious roar, starting the chase.
She couldn't outrun it.
She couldn't.
She knew that, it knew that.
But she tried anyway, getting out the trail in her desperation and stupidly hoping that all the trees and different smells could throw it off her tail.
It didn't.
How does it feel
to treat me like you do?
When you laid your hands upon me
and told me who you are
The world seemed to darken around the edges of her vision, the tears had long since mixed with sweat and rain, that single minded thought of surviving the only thing keeping her moving despite knowing that the beast was closing in on her.
I thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
She could all but feel its huffing breath sticking on her neck, the ground shaking the closer it got, basically snipping at her heels, delighting in the chase.
Tell me how do I feel?
Tell me now
how do I feel?
The girl screamed when something slammed onto her back, sending her rolling on the mud with the breath knocked out of her chest, her hands clawing at the ground desperately, still trying to get away before shrieking again at the feeling of its teeth tearing at the meat of her hip where her hoodie and shirt had ridden up.
But just as soon as it had her, it let go with a huff.
She didn't wait for the beast to change its mind, pushing herself up and running off without hesitation, panicked tears running down her cheeks before she slammed into something.
No, not something, someone.
The boy looked as panicked as her, holding her shoulders worriedly and wheezing out a breath before both widened their eyes at the howl and forcibly dragged each other out of the woods, every time one of them stumbled or rolled on the ground, the other carried on dragging them out.
They moved like that until they tripped into the road, panting and flinching away from the loud horn of a fancy car driving their way. She yelped and nearly fell back on the concrete before whoever was driving was able to swerve away from them, continuing their way as she huffed in disbelief.
The boy was saying something, but the girl couldn't help but blink in confusion. It was dark.
Not like it was overcast, but like it was in the middle of the night. The rain wasn't pouring as hard then, and a quick raise of hands to her ears and she could tell she lost her earbuds.
Wha-
"Stiles!" Her head snapped to the side when the boy shook her shoulder, his puppy eyes peering down at her in worry.
"Huh?" Did he call her Stiles? Like from Teen Wolf?
"I asked if you're alright." She blinked through the tears, narrowing her eyes and trying to force herself to calm down, gaping at him. Either she was going crazy, or that was Scott.
No, not Scott- God, what was the actor's name again? Tyler something, uh- She won't remember at that moment, not when the adrenaline was still making her vision shake and not while still trying to understand why there's a de-aged version of an actor from the show she doesn't remember finishing staring at her with so much worry.
"Stiles!" He repeated again, shaking her a little and she breathed out, shaking her head as if trying to rid herself of her thoughts.
"Y-Yeah. I'm alright." She blinked at her own voice, running her tongue over her teeth in baffled confusion at the change in pitch before turning to look around and hissing in pain as her clothes brushed on her wound, shaking hand raising them to see a bony pale white hip and a gruesome bite. "Well, mostly."
Honestly, she didn't know if she was looking at the unknown body part or the blood running down its unfamiliar skin.
"Well, at least we match." Scott (because calling the kid Tyler felt wrong) chuckled shakily as he raised his own shirt to show a bite eerily familiar, squeezing her shoulder gently one last time before dropping his arms lamely, breathing out and looking around. "This is the last time I agree to your stupid ideas."
"It's the last time I come up with them, too." She looked down at those foreign pale and mole-speckled hands, clenching them and shaking her head. Right, she was dreaming! Or dead. Yes, it's the only explanation as to why Scott McCall is in front of her calling her Stiles and why she's all bony and pale, as well as why it's dark. Of course.
Scott pulled on her hoodie gently, forcing her to walk with him and Stiles (ha!) went with only some minor stumbling, the height as unfamiliar as her perfect vision.
She certainly didn't feel glasses or the contacts she had put on for the run, but oh well.
Stiles (not) took the moment to study Scott, eyes roving from his wet floppy hair to the skinny body of her friend(?). She never really followed up to the actor, to any of them aside Dylan and Daniel, honestly. But she'd see how they'd look once in a while when they'd pop up on her Instagram, and she knew for sure that the actor didn't look like that anymore, if he ever did.
For some reason, she remembers him always being, if not buff, at least lean in a cut-and-muscle way.
But this kid?
This kid has pimples and he walks wheezing, and while he's not a pack of bones like she feels, he's still skinny.
All hair and puppy eyes, basically.
She snapped her eyes away when he turned to look at her, the same worry in his eyes making him look like a pup and had her pressing her lips together in guilt. So she was Stiles in her dream, and Stiles was…
Honestly, she loved the character, but there was something she never quite forgave, if only because she couldn't remember if it had happened.
He never apologized for taking Scott to the woods and basically being the reason for his friend's life derailing.
Of course, not everything was horrible, and becoming a werewolf definitely brought some good, but there was no denying that had Stiles not convinced his friend to go into the woods with him, none of that would've happened. Scott wouldn't become something he hated.
"I'm sorry, Scotty." She choked out, biting her lip and trying to swallow her sobs, not quite succeeding as hiccups started spilling from her mouth. Is it from feeling bad about what Stiles did or from getting chased through the woods? From the pain on her back and hip or from the fear that she had died? Honestly, she doesn't really know.
Scott whipped around in a panicked shock, eyes wide and hands hovering awkwardly as if he didn't know what to do with a crying girl.
"Uh- It's cool, dude! You know, it was fun before, uuh, all that!" His words only made Stiles (God, what's her real name, again?) cry harder, hiccuping like a little kid before Scott bit the bullet and finally pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight. "Stop crying, please. If you keep crying I'm going to cry too-"
Stiles laughed wetly at Scott's choked out words, actually sounding like he was starting to cry as well, rubbing her face on his shoulder to wipe away her tears before cautiously stepping back, trying not to feel bad about hugging a boy that she didn't truly know, sniffling as she noticed that he had led them back to the blue Jeep.
She blinked at it a few times, anxiety clogging her chest and face burning in panic because did he expect her to drive? She knew how to drive, obviously, but she didn't know where.
"Um, I- can you drive? I don't think I can stop my hands from shaking." Her hand automatically went to her pocket, trying not to show how the fact that she actually found the keys inside had her wanting to scream, because, how the hell did she know? At least she didn't have to fake the shaking of her hands when she lifted the keys to Scott, who was sending her a pitying look before he nodded, gently taking the keys from her hand without another word, smiling a little and kindly opening the passenger's door for her.
Stiles (seriously, what's her real freaking name?!) sent him a wobbly smile in response, hauling herself up and looking around to familiarize herself before Scott got to the driver's side, making a pained face when she tried resting back, making a pained noise and carefully leaning forward instead.
When the impact had happened, Stiles hadn't felt the pain of the beast's claws on her back, too busy trying to get up and run while hoping she'd get her breath soon.
Scott made a face when he saw her torn clothing, looking apologetic before carefully starting her (was it hers?) car.
-ut I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how should I feel toda-
Her hand slammed on the radio in distraught anger, cutting off the cursed song and accidentally changing the station to something else, some electro-pop music she faintly recognized from the late 2000's.
Stiles thought Scott was failing at trying not to look warded out, sending her worried side-eyes while she lowered the volume a tad, fighting herself not to turn the offending thing down at once.
"I thought Blue Monday was your favorite song." She sent him a wooden smile before staring ahead and trying to memorize the path, if only to have something to do than try not to wig out.
"Not anymore." Stiles clipped,
"Right…"
A few minutes passed, and maybe it was how tired she felt, the adrenaline crash finally getting to her, or perhaps it was the frustration from not being able to rest back or from not understanding her situation, but tears were stinging her eyes again, forcing Stiles to turn her face to her window as they ran down her cheeks.
What the hell had happened to her? Was she dead? Sleeping? In a coma? Why is this happening to her?
Things like that don't happen, period. Not even 'don't happen to people like her', no, things like that don't happen.
Because that- this wasn't real.
Her tears dry by the time Scott drives them into the suburbs, the car slowly stopping in front of a house she half-recognizes, and Stiles feels the anxiety return. How in the hell was she going to find Stiles' home? Hopefully the real Stiles had it saved on google maps. Hopefully.
"Stiles?" She slowly turned to face Scott, trying not to look how she felt but failing miserably as his wary eyes softened considerably, a small smile pulling on his lips. "Want to have a sleepover? Pretty sure there are some of your clothes in my room."
"I-"
"C'mon, dude." He cajoled, gently pushing her shoulder and urging her to get out despite her unsure look. "Someone needs to take a look at those on your back, either way. Are you going to tell your dad where we were tonight?"
"No way!" The boy smiled victoriously, as if he knew he had her, and Stiles' surprised face at her own reaction didn't help her half-hearted attempt to say no. "Alright, but I'm not sleeping on the floor!"
"When have I ever made you sleep on the floor?" An unbidden smile pulled on her lips at his grousing and roll of eyes before the soon-to-be werewolf opened his door and jumped down the Jeep, leaving Stiles to scramble after him, grimly looking down at her destroyed clothes, all dirty and mud-stained.
"I still have to make sure, you know?" He scoffed, shaking his head with an unimpressed look on his face before using one of the keys from her key chains. She bit back her amused surprise, because of course- of course, she had the key to his house too.
Stiles followed after him without more nervous quips, looking around and almost grimacing with how much she recognized it, keeping her reactions to herself in order to follow after Scott, who was also walking gingerly, holding his shirt away from his body and causing another wave of guilt to hit her, even if she herself had nothing to do with it.
"You can take my shower, I'll use mom's." She bobbed her head awkwardly, moving to snoop at the dresser he pointed to in search of any clothes to change into, honestly not really caring if they were "hers" or not. Scott's unimpressed face let her know that they weren't, but she only shrugged and tried to smile innocently, snorting quietly when he waved her away as if swatting a fly.
Stiles hadn't been sure what to expect when she finally got the courage to look up at the mirror after stalling as best she could by thoroughly washing her hands and under her fingernails, putting away the flannel boxers and the white shirt, but she hadn't expected to see a complete stranger mirroring her every move.
It took a lot in her not to slam her fist into the glass or screech, hands tightening painfully on the sink in order to gape at her reflection, seeing the other girl mimicking her, palling and looking like she was about to throw up.
She… Well, she kind of looked like Stiles- the male and original version; She had moles dotted around her face, jaw and neck, her nose was a little upturned, lips not all that plump and eyes a light whiskey brown.
Perhaps she would be pretty in the face, but Stiles couldn't get over the buzz cut and oversized clothes, besides the fact that she was dirty from head to toe. It felt wrong to look, but she carefully stripped from them, making a face at the unfamiliar skinny body.
It was also filled with moles, pale and so. fucking. skinny- She can't get over it.
Being that skinny had always been one of those things she had secretly wished and pinned for, but now, wearing that meatsuit… Stiles longed for her real body, lips tightening even harder when she caught sight of the gore looking bite standing on her jutted out hip.
Right. That.
Honestly, she wasn't going to deal with it. Didn't even want to think about dealing with that, because it meant that she'd wake up still in that body after falling asleep, which was something she had no wish for.
Stiles was hoping that she'd put that body to sleep and either wake up to find out her whole day had been a dream, that the run and chase in the woods had been a mere fever dream, or that she'd wake up in the hospital, finally remembering her name.
With a decisive nod, Stiles moved to the shower and for a good night of sleep. She could help take care of this kid's body with that, at least.
She was careful with her wounds, hissing when the water sprayed the scratches on her back and biting back a curse when she had to wash the bite with soap, watching the water pool dark and then red.
"Stiles? Let me bandage it before you get blood on my shirt!" Scott called from the door, knocking right as she was wondering if she should throw the clothes on without anything to cover it, trying not to feel as uncomfortable when she still put it on, but kept the back uncovered and held the hem at the front over her waist.
"Do you need help with yours?" She asked as soon as she stepped out, eyes roving over him in caution, but Scott only shook his head before guiding her to sit down sideways at the end of his bed.
Stiles took a curious note that for a teenage boy, he didn't seem to care that he had an almost-naked girl in his room. Not that she expected a hormonal reaction from all boys, but… it didn't even seem to register to him the situation.
Was this Stiles and Scott's relationship exactly the same as with the original Stiles?
"You're gonna have to sleep on your side."
"Really? I didn't even think about it, I was thinking of just laying over them, maybe doing a little dance and getting blood on your sheets." Scott didn't even react at her snipping sarcasm, only firmly pressing the tape on the side of the bandage with a surprising amount of precision and confidence.
Right. Vet assistant.
She shook her head a little before dropping her shirt when he yawned at her to show him the bite, noticing how he was frowning and shaking his head as if to rid himself of his own thoughts. Did he finally notice that their placements were exactly the same?
Damn, the girl hoped Stiles survived the bite.
She hadn't even thought about it before. But there was a chance of her body rejecting the bite, right?
Yikes.
But, happy thoughts, she wouldn't be the one to deal with it, because she'd wake up in the real world, in a real bed, far, far away from all that madness, so…
"I better not wake up the little spoon, Stiles." Scott warned with a serious look, making her snicker in surprise while he pointedly placed one of the pillows between them when they finally moved up the bed. She almost told him to take the floor, but Stiles probably wouldn't say that, so she kept quiet and got under the covers, grinning at the back of his head.
She could see why Stiles was friends with Scott.
The kid was a hoot.
"No promises. I might get cold in the middle of the night, who knows?"
"Don't hog my covers, either!"
"Go to sleep, Scotty." Stiles snorted, gently pushing his shoulder as he scoffed, swatting her without looking, this time.
"G'night, Stiles."
"Goodnight, Scott.
Anyways! Still working the plataform, so no screaming at me! Be nice!