Story opens with Stiles going to the Hale House because Derek needed help putting both Boyd and Erica back together (very bloody scene). It progresses with Derek's pack very slowly and painfully putting themselves back together (Isaac and Scott being dragged in and alot of tough love all around). But the story kinda hinges upon Stiles being insecure about being the "useless human" and I'm pretty sure there's a scene where he has a serious panic attack over "I just want to be useful."
Hi anon! @midnightwinterhawk says it's part of this series.
Needed by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)
(6/6 I 16,865 I Teen I Sterek)
Stiles knows he doesn't bring anything to the pack, but if that's true, why does Derek come to him for help?
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If this isn’t too much to ask, I would really love some angsty low self esteem Sterek fics. Happy ending only, though. It could be either insecure!Derek or insecure!Stiles, I’m good with either! I really appreciate it :) thank you!
That's so nice!! 🥰 These are only a little angsty, because I'm me. ;) And I possibly tripped over some mutual pining fics. 🤷🏻♀️
Bravery is a Loaded Gun by DefNotForWork | 17.3K | Explicit
In which the boys speak in half sentences and have two totally different conversations. What they can agree on, eventually, is that they love each other. And that Derek should jerk off more.
Convenient by exclamation | 10.7K
Stiles knows what he is to Derek: convenient. He knows that Derek isn’t looking for a relationship, just someone to have casual sex with. Which is why Stiles is so surprised to find Derek setting up a romantic dinner for Valentine’s Day.
It’s Been Four Hundred and Ninety Days by paradis | 4.4K
It’s been four hundred and ninety days, and it took Derek forever but they’re at day one again.
I Just Want You For My Own (More Than You Could Ever Know) by yodasyoyo | 16K
“What is with that sweater, dude?”
Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.
Stiles cocks an eyebrow.
“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her groceries."
Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.
Hide by dr_girlfriend | 12.4K | Explicit
Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn’t really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he’d thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he’s not so sure he’s going to get over it this time.
Incommunicado by WhoNatural | 5.4K | Mature
Why is Derek being so weird?
Derek looks up from where he’s adjusting his shirt back into his pants - really? - and pauses. “Stiles?”
Clearly something in his scent is giving him away, but he’s too busy swallowing against the sting of bile that has made its way into his throat and checking behind the couch for future murder victims because Derek is totally cheating on him.
Cookies, coffee and shut the fucupcakes by DropsOfAddiction | 26.2K | Explicit
“Ok. I’ve got a few shirts with me because I came here straight from work, but I think it’s going to be a tight fit. I know I’m not as skinny as I used to be but I’m not exactly the same hunky physique as you, oh grand macho werewolf,” Stiles shrugs.
Derek runs his eyes blatantly over Stiles’ chest.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Derek mutters, and he slams his mouth shut, teeth audibly clacking together, as if he really hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
And Dwell Beneath My Shadow by lielabell | 8.6K
Derek is not stupid. He gets why Stiles puts up with him. It’s clear every time Stiles looks at him, the spicy scent of lust and arousal Stiles’s body can’t help but put off. It doesn’t surprise him. Not at all. Derek knows what he looks like, knows that his face and his body are more than enough to compensate for his shitty personality. Stiles wants him more than he is annoyed by him. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s not anything to be amazed over, nothing to write home about. Stiles isn’t the first– and most likely won’t be the last– hormone soaked teen who has panted over Derek.
A Little Sugar by exclamation | 4.9K | Mature
The first time they had sex, it was after Derek paid Stiles’ rent. The second time was after Derek bought Stiles’ groceries. It wasn’t hard to work out the pattern. Derek hates himself for taking advantage of Stiles and tries to convince him that any form of payment is unnecessary, but he can’t seem to break the cycle.
waiting for you to say it first by paradis | 8.2K
Four months.
Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.
Safety in Silence by Survivah | 66.9K
It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.
Relationship Status: It's complicated by kellifer_fic | 4K | Mature
Okay, I know this is a huge stretch for you, but can you please pretend you're like, into me?
Have It All by doc_sock | 5.8K
Derek is glad that he and Stiles are fuck buddies, really. So he wants more than that. So what? It’s not like what he wants is important.
Stay, Stay, Stay by drunktuesdays | 2.2K
He should have expected this. He knew it, knew Stiles was always in this temporarily. Derek knew it wasn’t forever. The only thing that’s surprising is that Stiles is lying about it.
Closer Than Most by Finduilas | 46.9K | Explicit
Laura organizes a charity bachelor auction to raise money for the wolf sanctuary she and Derek inherited from their parents. Derek reluctantly gets roped into bidding on one of the bachelors, and he sure as hell doesn't know what he's getting himself into when he decides to bid on Stiles.
A Question of Pack by CawCawMF | 5.2K
Stiles had always been sure of his place in the pack. That place being the absolute lowest tier in the hierarchy of werewolf pack dynamics, but he was sure of it all the same. He wasn’t necessary exactly, since just about anyone could conduct research on supernatural mythology, but his job was still important to the pack and he felt good about that. At least, that’s what he always thought. That all came crumbling down one sunny afternoon in the form of Jackson’s big mouth.
“Then why don’t we go to the barbecue? It’ll be fun, I’ll meet your dad and Scott and Melissa and anyone else who is there.”
Stiles struggles with his words for a moment, “My family is big Derek, like big .”
“And that doesn’t scare me,” Derek holds Stiles in his arms. He almost notices that his arms can’t grab one another, he doesn’t dare say anything, knowing it’ll just send Stiles into a self-conscious mindset.
Stiles purses his lips for a moment, demonstrating the thinking he’s doing. “Fine. We’ll go.” Derek lets go of Stiles and fist pumps the air. “But! You have to promise you’ll still love me when we come home.” Derek thinks that’s an odd thing to promise.
This is the story of 9 high school students from around the country, who have been sent to Beacon of Hope, a boarding school for ‘at risk’ teens. They each have a past as well as closely guarded secrets and have all dealt with trauma in one sense or another.
They’ll have to learn to trust and love again in a world that was simply too cruel for their young ages. Luckily for them, John Stilinski started this camp that combines outdoor bonding activities with schooling just for students like them who come from broken homes or got mixed up in illegal activities.
An Alpha’s Mate by EmeraldOcean (73,604 | 15/? | E)
The threat of a rival pack and the discovery of a previously forgotten Hale family legend has Derek playing reluctant partners with his uncle Peter. And that’s not the only strange thing that Stiles has noticed about Derek lately. But even the unexpectedly pleasant changes to their relationship can’t completely erase the feeling that there’s something he’s not being told… Something that may change his life irrevocably.
Kidnapped! (Again, Stiles?) by Anxiety_Baker02 (20,436 | 3/? | M)
When you fall in love with your soulmate, a soulmark appears on your arm. Stiles’ soulmark has been appearing for over six months, which just means he’s falling in love slowly. But there’s one problem- he doesn’t know who it is!
Demo Mode by inatshej (6,503 | 1/1 | T)
In the world where people have soulmates, Stiles is set on never being with his. After all, he’s not gay. But when his relationship of choice doesn’t work because Lydia decides to come back to her soulmate, Stiles finds himself growing closer to Derek.Too bad Derek finds another soulmate.
Baby Boy In Red by RejectFangirl (7,440 | 4/? | NR)
Alone. He’s always felt alone. Some days more than others. Especially now that Scott is giving him the cold sholder and he has no idea why or what he did to deserve that kind of treatment. His only friend left him and now he has no idea how to feel. What to do. He needs someone to take over. To show him that there’s so much more to him than some pathetic Omega. Starting Junior year of highschool changes everything for Stiles. Especially when new friends are made, and a new love blossoms.
"It's only one night, we'll share the bed." + sterek pls!
Who doesn’t love bed sharing, am I right? I was originally going to write some makeup sex but I’ve been having trouble writing smut lately, so I skipped it. (also on ao3!)
"It's only one night, we'll share the bed."
Stiles raised his head to pin Derek with a thoroughly skeptical look, cocking an incredulous brow at him from the other side of the mattress. He crossed his arms over his chest, blinking in shocked surprise at Derek's infuriating nonchalant statement, barely believing his own ears.
He had heard some extremely ridiculous things throughout his nineteen years of life, from his days in high school where he spent time in testosterone-filled locker rooms to overhearing crazy stories from his dad about work. Not to mention all the insane stuff he had since he had stumbled into the shit show that was the world of the supernatural.
But what Derek had just said to him blew every other batshit crazy thing he had ever heard right out of the water. And he thought that nothing could ever top the time Peter told him that born werewolves had knots.
"Uh, yeah..." Stiles drawled, glancing back and forth between the bed and Derek, his eyes lingering on the soft looking pale blue comforter. Lifting his eyes from the bed, he turned back to Derek and firmly concluded, "No. I don't think so."
Derek blinked at him in blatant disbelief, completely taken aback by the fact that Stiles just shut him down. He tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy, as he furrowed his brows, his forehead wrinkling.
"But you," Stiles began cheerily, pointing a finger at Derek's chest with a forced, almost mocking smile, "can sleep on the floor."
"Oh, c'mon, Stiles," Derek sighed heavily, rolling his eyes theatrically as he slumped his shoulders. With another sigh, Derek looked over at Stiles, clearly unimpressed with his proposition. "Don't be an asshole."
Stiles scoffed. He blinked a few times at Derek, not bothering to dignify his statement with an immediate response.
He ran a hand through his messy hair, biting the inside of his cheek as he valiantly tried to refrain from outright snapping at Derek. Ultimately failing, he grit his teeth and announced, "You can either sleep on the floor or sleep in the car because the bed is mine and I'm not sharing it with you."
Derek didn't seem too amused by that. He curled his lip in a silent snarl, alpha instincts rising to the surface at the fact that he was being ordered around so casually.
He crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring Stiles' position as they glared at each other over the bed, neither one of them willing to concede. It went against both of their natures to be the first one to bend in an argument.
Eventually, after several minutes of silent staring at one another, Derek leaned over to pick up his duffel bag from where he had set it on the floor. Stiles puffed out his chest in triumph, letting out a self-satisfied hmph as Derek scooped up his bag, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.
His smirk vanished and his chest deflated when, rather than take his bag and leave the room to go sleep in the cramped backseat of the Camaro, Derek simply tossed his bag into the bed. Completely ignoring Stiles' palpable outrage, Derek unzipped his bag and started rifling around inside, pulling out a change of clothes and a toothbrush.
He laid out a pair of pajama pants and some black boxer briefs, setting them on the foot of the bed. Placing his toothbrush and a travel size bottle of mouthwash on top of the pants, not looking up, he informed Stiles, "You can have the shower first. And be quick, it'd be nice if you saved me some hot water for once."
Stiles gaped at Derek, furious beyond words. He dropped his arms to fist his hands at his sides, sure that he was about to have an aneurysm he was so angry.
Derek seemed to notice, as he spared a glance up at him through his lashes, looking extraordinarily bored with the whole situation. Rolling his eyes again, Derek took a seat on the edge of the bed, facing Stiles as he calmly explained, "Look, we're stuck together for the night. We need to make the best of it. We'll share the bed and then we can forget about it, okay?"
Stiles wanted to argue more than anything. He had a dozen responses traipsing around on the tip of his tongue, each one more vicious than the last, but he couldn't bring himself to utter a single one.
Rationally, he knew that Derek was right, as much as it killed him to admit it, even just to himself. So, rather than tell the alpha that he was right, he just grabbed his own bag and turned on his heel to march into the en suite bathroom, growling over his shoulder, "Fine! But if you touch my pillow, I'll kill you!"
He closed the bathroom door with a loud slam that for some reason made him feel a little bit better, giving his anger an easier outlet than getting into a knock down drag out with Derek. Dropping his bag onto the lid of the toilet, he locked the door behind him with an angry huff that echoed faintly off the tiled walls.
Bracing his hands on the bathroom counter, he hung his head, blowing a raspberry that devolved into a long, frustrated sigh. Lifting his head after a long moment, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, the bags under his eyes more pronounced under the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.
It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and get some well-deserved rest, even if it meant that he had to share the bed with Derek. He had dealt with worse.
He flicked on the fan as he slipped out of his flannel, letting it pool around his feet as he yanked his shirt over his head. Kicking off his shoes, he hobbled over to the shower stall to turn the water on, testing the spray with his hand until he deemed it the perfect temperature.
He slithered out of his tight jeans and peeled off his boxers before hopping into the shower, closing the curtain behind himself as he slipped under the warm spray of water. Too tired to do much other than just relax under the warm water, Stiles didn't bother shampooing his hair, pouring some body wash into his palm and perfunctorily washing his chest and arms.
He rested his hand on the wall, letting the cascade of water rinse away the sweet smelling suds, hanging his head to watch the bubbles circle the drain. Eyes still cast down, he lingered in the shower, soaking up the warmth as he thought about his predicament.
They had just attended the last day of an important meeting with a handful of other packs in the Northwest Pacific region, a veritable symposium of highly esteemed werewolves. Apparently, it was a yearly occurrence, a millennia old tradition set in place to maintain friendly relations among coexisting packs.
It was the first time the prestigious Hale pack had attended the gathering since the fire, several invitations arriving in the mail to offer Derek a seat at the table with the other alphas. Derek, who was still relatively green when compared to the other alphas that had been leading their packs for decades, had been reluctant but the rest of the pack had managed to convince him to accept the many invitations.
The meeting had been exhausting, full of various introductions and long winded conversations about borders and territorial disputes. Stiles had been fascinated by the whole thing, especially when he got to meet various emissaries from other packs, but the others hadn't found it very entertaining at all.
Isaac had nearly dozed off half a dozen times, Stiles having to pinch his side before he started snoring and offended one of the more influential alphas. And Erica had spent half of their time at the discussions with her phone in her hands, checking all of her social media accounts every five minutes.
Finally, after endless hours of elderly alphas droning on about something or another, they were finally able to retire to their rooms at a nearby motel that they had booked months in advance. The only problem? They had booked their rooms when Stiles and Derek were still together.
Both of them had completely forgotten about the rooming situation until they got to the motel where the clerk informed them that had only booked four rooms. Only four: one for Scott and Isaac, one for Erica and Boyd, one for Peter, and, finally, one for Stiles and Derek.
And after their breakup a month prior, Stiles wasn't too happy about being stuck in a room with his infuriating ex-boyfriend. He briefly considered sleeping in the car but ultimately decided against it, also crossing rooming with someone else off the list.
Sighing, he raised his head, running a hand through his wet hair as the water sluiced over his pale skin. For a moment, he considered remaining in the shower even longer than he already just to spite Derek by using up all of the hot water.
Rather than give into his petty impulse, he shut the water off and pulled back the shower curtain to grab a towel off the rack on the wall. He quickly dried off, scrubbing himself dry with the towel before running it over his wet hair, hastily drying his hair.
Tossing the damp towel into the hamper, Stiles opened his bag to paw around for a baggy t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers, not bothering to grab sweatpants or pajama pants. Derek had seen him in worse, after all.
And by that, he meant that Derek had seen him bloody and covered in fairies guts and wendigo brains, because not once in their six month relationship had Derek shown any interest in him sexually. It was one of the reasons they broke up in the first place.
He shook away that thought as he roughly brushed his teeth until his gums actually bled, cursing under his breath as he rinsed out the sink. After drying his hands, he shoved his dirty clothes and his toothbrush back into his back before stomping out of the bathroom.
He completely ignored Derek as he made his way to the bed, dropping his bag onto the floor by his nightstand when he took a seat on the edge of the bed. Derek didn't acknowledge him either, simply grabbing his change of clothes and his toiletries before disappearing into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself with a soft click.
With a soft grumble, Stiles crawled under the covers and flicked off the bedside lamp, flooding the room in darkness as he punched his pillow until he deemed it comfortable enough. He laid down and tried to will himself to sleep, hoping to fall asleep before Derek returned from his shower.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he listened to the muffled sound of the shower, losing himself in the steady fall of water against tile. Thankfully, it managed to lull him into a light slumber which was quite rudely interrupted when Derek slipped into bed behind him, the mattress springs creaking under his weight.
Stiles rolled his eyes behind his lids and tried to fall back asleep, but it was useless. Especially since Derek kept shifting around and constantly rolling over, trying to get comfortable.
He was just about to snap at Derek to just go the fuck to sleep already when the werewolf sidled up behind him and casually tossed an arm around his waist. Derek snuggled in closer like it was the easiest thing in the world, resting his chin on Stiles' shoulder as he let out a content sigh.
"What that hell are you doing?" Stiles hissed, his voice absolutely dripping with venom as he practically trembled with barely contained anger.
"Nothing," Derek mumbled, audibly stifling a yawn as he buried his nose in Stiles' still damp hair. Yawning again, he explained, "You know I sleep better when we cuddle."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Stiles growled through grit teeth, fisting his hand in the blanket at his hip to avoid launching himself at Derek. His chest heaving with unadulterated fury, he snarled incredulously, "Now you wanna touch me?"
That seemed to get Derek's attention seeing as how he lifted his head and loosened his grip on Stiles' waist, scooting back to put a few more inches of distance between them. Pure confusion underscoring every word, Derek asked, "Stiles, what are you talking about?"
Quaking with anger, Stiles rolled over to face Derek, sticking a finger in the alpha's face. Glaring at the man he was sharing the bed with, Stiles snarled, "You know damn well what I'm talking about! The whole time we were together you acted like I had the plague! Like it burned when I touched you!"
"Stiles, wait!" Derek blurted, holding up his hands in surrender, cowering a bit at the raw display of indignation. "That's not—"
"How do you think that made me feel?! My own boyfriend couldn't stand touching me!" Stiles thundered, though the sharpness in his voice was starting to be replaced with something else. Something more sad than angry.
Nevertheless, he persisted. His voice cracking almost imperceptibly, Stiles asserted, "Am I that repulsive?"
"What? No!" Derek assured him, cupping Stiles' face in his hands as he rose over him, tugging him in close. He sprinkled kisses across Stiles' forehead, stroking his thumbs over his cheeks and the moles that dotted the pale skin there.
He continued peppering kisses over Stiles' face as he cradled Stiles in his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. Sliding his arms around Stiles' shoulders, he gently rocked him side to side as he explained, "That's not it, baby. I just... I didn't want to rush into things. I have a bad history of rushing into relationships and getting hurt, I didn't want you getting hurt this time."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Stiles hiccuped against Derek's bare chest, resting his over the werewolf's loudly beating heart.
"I don't know," Derek admitted, shaking his head to himself. Stroking his hand through Stiles' hair, he murmured, "I was an idiot. I should've just talked to you. But I promise, I'll make it up to you, Stiles, even if it takes the rest of my life."
"What about just the rest of the night?" Stiles whispered, pulling back a few inches to bring his lips to Derek's in a deep kiss, winding his arms around Derek's neck to tug him down on top of him.
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hi! do you know a fic where there’s a new teacher and stiles immediately doesn’t trust her? and at some point, she kidnaps him and she uses magic to look like him? i think it’s because she’s trying to look younger/live longer but i’m not sure. thanks!
Hi Anon. @lyrecqe found this one for you!
A Hundred Bad Days Made a Hundred Good Stories {A Hundred Good Stories Made Me Interesting at Parties} by spaceprincessem
(1/1 I 27,889 I Teen I Sterek)
Stiles has had bad days before. Worse days. Much worse days. And yet, it did not detract from the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day he was currently having
Do you have any more stories like Cool Story, Bro? Not that stiles is a twin, but that he's pining and feels inferior and there's miscommunications? Or like, Derek is trying to date stiles, but it's a little difficult when stiles thinks it's only fuckbuddies?
Btw, should've lead with this, BUT Y'ALL ARE FREAKING AWESOME!!!
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Anonymous asked:
Can you reccomend some sterek fics where they're both head over heels for each other but are too dumb to notice its mutual
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Anonymous asked:
hi!! do you have any fic recs where stiles is oblivious to how attractive he is? it’s my absolute favorite trope when he has no idea the effect he’s got on people. thank you guys for all of the work you do it is insanely impressive!!!
Let's find out!
How To Make a Werewolf not Hate You (side affects may include love). by AlexTheShipper
(1/1 I 3,189 I Explicit)
Derek is trying to hold out for his soul mate Genim and refuses to fall for Stiles and his cute moles. Stiles thinks Derek hates him.
Are you in love or something? by yumelilo
(1/1 I 4,489 I Teen)
Derek Hale was just chilling in his new apartment, minding his own business,
when Stiles Stilinski decided to pay him a visit in his summer break from College.
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"Dude, seriously, The Weepies?", Stiles commented on the soft tones coming from Derek's sound system. "I always took you for the heavy metal and hard rock guy...", he mused.
Derek huffed a laugh, but kept his face partially hidden. "What are you doing here Stiles?", he asked. The unspoken 'How the fuck did you get keys to my new place?' heavily implied. He heard the human sigh long and suffering, like the idea of answering Derek's question would physically hurt him in a way.
A Question of Pack by CawCawMF
(1/1 I 5,291 I Teen)
Stiles had always been sure of his place in the pack. That place being the absolute lowest tier in the hierarchy of werewolf pack dynamics, but he was sure of it all the same. He wasn’t necessary exactly, since just about anyone could conduct research on supernatural mythology, but his job was still important to the pack and he felt good about that. At least, that’s what he always thought. That all came crumbling down one sunny afternoon in the form of Jackson’s big mouth.
Give me a fucking break. Preferably yesterday. by KinimiB
(4/10 I 7,487 I Not Rated)
Stiles knew that if you asked who's easiest to repleace or most useless in pack, the answer would be quick and always the same. Stiles, ordinary, clumsy human. He knew that, everybody did, but it was just an unspoken rule not to say it out loud.
Until it wasn't.
You're It For Me by RageBiter
(1/1 I 7,960 I Mature)
Derek gets cursed by a witch so every time he's too far from Stiles he endures extreme amounts of pain, not that that's any different from usual. Stiles has to stay at Derek's loft and they get closer than Stiles ever though they'd be. Derek's forced to tell Stiles the secret he's been keeping from him since they met. He and Stiles are mates.
I'm a War of Head Versus Heart by NieR
(5/10 I 23,091 I Explicit)
Being FWB with Derek Hale is great. Awesome, even.
But somehow, somewhere along the way, Stiles thinks he might have fallen in love.
And, well, shit.
don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)
(1/1 I 30,926 I Teen)
Stiles sees dead people. Yep. Seriously.
(He’s got this. He’s totally got this. So what if one of them is Derek’s mom?)
If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by orphan_account
(23/23 I 65,056 I Explicit)
Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University's popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate...oh boy.
You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter
(15/15 I 234,195 I Not Rated)
The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.
Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!
My summaries are rubbish but I hope you'll still give it a chance!
Anonymous said: do you have any fic recs for where stiles is insecure about his place in the pack, thinks he doesn't belong to the pack, thinks the pack only likes him because he's useful, and/or thinks his place is at the very bottom of the pack- when in reality, he is necessary to and loved by all members of the pack?
Insecure!stiles coming up.
#kissingmybestfriendchallenge by jordanparissh
(2/2 I 2,011 I Not Rated I Sterek)
Stiles decides to do a Tiktok trend where he has to kiss his best friend.
The reaction is unexpected.
Until The Hurting Is Gone by Tornelia
(2/12 I 2,928 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles is hurting, Derek is worried and Erica is a piece of art as always.
We Fit by ObliviousWulf
(3/? I 5,337 I Mature I Sterek)
Stiles wasn’t going to run his first year, so there was no chance he was going to be finding a mate anytime soon in Beacon Hills.
(baby) maybe that matters more by lavenderlotion
(4/4 I 16,610 I Mature I Steter)
“Well, well, well,” drawls a familiar voice that Stiles hadn’t even considered he might ever hear again. “The token pack human, left all alone?”
Bite Down Hard by orphan_account
(1/1 I 25,570 I Explicit I Sterek)
For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.
Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –
– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.
Shit.
(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)
Glowing eyes by 0809m
(16/? I 37,852 I Teen I Sterek)
"If you accept it, the bite will take. Someone so loyal like you, with so much will, you're born to be like this Stiles." Derek says.
Stiles stays in silence a big amount of time. He really wants this, as much as he would like to think, he can't protect himself and he can't count with Scott, not anymore. He wants this.
"Do it." He says, no trace of doubt in his voice.
What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(7/7 I 196,137 I Explicit I Sterek)
“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”
Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.
“What?! What was that sound?!”
“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.
“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”
“Mike,” she argued.
“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.
“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.
Higher Ground by Kikileduc
(22/22 I 211,486 I Mature I Sterek)
This is the story of 9 high school students from around the country, who have been sent to Beacon of Hope, a boarding school for ‘at risk’ teens. They each have a past as well as closely guarded secrets and have all dealt with trauma in one sense or another.
They’ll have to learn to trust and love again in a world that was simply too cruel for their young ages. Luckily for them, John Stilinski started this camp that combines outdoor bonding activities with schooling just for students like them who come from broken homes or got mixed up in illegal activities.
You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter
(15/15 I 234,195 I Not Rated I Sterek)
Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.
The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.
Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!
