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Do you have any recs for angsty sterek fics? The angstier the better!
and anon asked:
Hii. Do you have any angst fics that you could recommend? I mean like some heartbreaking , tear jerking, soul crushing angst. Of course with a happy ending if you know of any?
I have an angst fic recs here, but let's make a part two!
It's All I Can Do by Vanyela
This is what happened the night the Kanima struck at the pool. This is why Stiles really held Derek up and this is what happened when Scott got there two minutes later than a good friend should have. Based off the prompt: "Stiles shoves Derek to the top of the pool even as heās drowning because Derek is worth so much more than Stiles could ever be."
Optional by Cheshyr
Stiles is acutely aware of the fact that no one really chooses him. They just get stuck with him.
Sterek but itās Mitskiās song āIām your Manā
Like: āyouāre an angel, Iām a dog/Or youāre a dog and Iām your man⦠Iām sorry Iām the one you love/no one will ever love me like you againā
Like thatās literally textbook sterek (in my opinion it works from both POVs)
Theyāre just so yearning angst self-immolation about their love for each other šš
Imagine Derek going to visit his familyās graves and he sees Stiles laying flowers on them. He approaches quietly, trying not to startle Stiles and says he's always wondered who put the flowers there because he wanted to thank them. He admits he hasnāt been able to bring himself to lay flowers on their graves since they were buried because he feels like heās back at their funeral(s) and the pain is too much.
Yo lowkey Iām eating a Thonalby burger and a Newtmas tomato soup with Thominho fries and a Nalby side salad with a Sonyarriet shake and some Brenderesa ice cream with some Minally candy and some Jeffston cookies with some āStiles Stilinski as Thomasā gummy worms and some āDerek Hale/Stiles Stilinski angstā gum so my breath can be fresh oh and also some āNewt as Simon Brownā beer on the side too

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I POSTED CHAPTER 6 OF NOTHING LIKE LOSING A LIMB
(i told you guys i was updating for real this time lol)
AND CHAPTERS 11ā20 OF āHE LOVED ME WRONG: THE NIGHT I STOPPED BEING YOURSā ARE NOW LIVE, MY LITTLE WOLFPIT DEMONS šŗš„š¤
YES. WE ARE OFFICIALLY HALFWAY TO EMOTIONAL RUIN. YES. I AM STILL RUNNING ON PURE RED BULL AND SPITE. NO. THERAPY HASĀ NOTĀ BEEN CONTACTED.
āØĀ WELCOME TO THE MIDDLE ARC OF PAINā¢Ā ⨠The section of the book where:
š Stiles says āIām fine.ā šĀ He is not fine.
š Derek starts losing sleep. šŖĀ I start losing sanity.
šØ Papa Stilinski and Sourwolf are closing in like a tag-team of emotional devastation.
šØ Stiles connects NOTHING because he is running on trauma fumes.
AND THENā ANDĀ THENā
We reach That Chapter. You know the one. The one where the playlist suddenly makes sense. The one where the Portland fog gets thicker. The one where Stiles stops running but startsĀ falling apart. The one where Derek realises: āoh no⦠I messed up six years ago and apparently Iām STILL messing up šāØā
YES. IT HURTS. YES. I WROTE IT WITH MY BARE HANDS. YES. MY TEARS WERE USED AS INK.
šŗš„ THE WOLFPIT IS HOWLING and I am absorbing your pain like some kind of emotionally parasitic forest cryptid.
ALSO: The Maze Runnerācoded foreshadowing? Oh you thought I was done? No no no, sweet chaos gremlins. Book 2 whispers in the walls. Book 2 scratches at the floorboards at 3am. Book 2 is breathing down your neck like āhi šā
š„ More familiar faces? š„ More running? š„ More trauma bonding? ABSOLUTELY.
AND BECAUSE I DO NOT REST:
š Ā MORE CHAPTERS DROP TOMORROWĀ š (and the next day⦠and the next⦠because frankly at this point, I have become a sleepless Victorian ghost with a keyboard)
š§ ALSO the playlist? Updated. Expanded. Evolved into its final emo PokĆ©mon form.
p.s. Iām finishing the final chapter of Book 2 and then FLINGING myself into Book 3 like GALLEY YEETED THAT RADIO ā WITH PASSION š¤š„ WITH RIGHTEOUS PURPOSE āļøā”ļø AND WITHIN THE SACRED, ANCIENT ART OF RADIO YEETING š»š„āØ
This isnāt chaos š This isĀ traditionĀ šÆļøš This isĀ heritage 𧬠This is the spiritual ceremony of choosing violence against electronics because feelings are hard š and appliances are weak šš
Book 3 approaches šš And I am sprinting toward it with the devotional fury of a Maze Runner boy performing his god-given duty šŖš„:
to pick up the radio⦠andĀ LAUNCHĀ it šš»š„
WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @renmackree ! Thank you lady!
Have some angst! Lol
Stiles exhaled shakily. āHeās sick, Derek. My dad. Heās really⦠heās sick.ā
āI know,ā Derek said softly, crouching down beside him so they were eye to eye. āBut heās also strong. And stubborn. Like someone else I know.ā
Stiles tried to laugh, but it came out broken. āYeah, well. Stubborn doesnāt kill cancer.ā
āNo,ā Derek agreed. āBut it fights like hell.ā
There was a silence between them, heavy but not uncomfortable. Stiles leaned forward, pressing his palms to his eyes.
āI donāt know how to do this. I donāt know how to just⦠sit and wait while he suffers. What if I lose him, Derek?ā
āYou wonāt,ā Derek said quietly. Then, after a pause: āBut if you doāif the worst happensāIāll be here. You wonāt go through it alone.ā
That was the thing about Derek. He didnāt promise easy things. Didnāt sugarcoat reality. But when he said something, he meant it. Every word carried weight.
Who to tag who to tag hmmm! Welp Iāll throw some names out sorry if youāve been tagged previously!
@mindofmim @eevylynn @quackquackcey