Heyo! Hope you have been doing well! Happy new year! Do you have any Genius Stiles fics? I didn't find a tag for it, but I may have missed it. Thanks!
Hey! Here are a few with smart/gifted Stiles. 😊
Tutoring the Tutor by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 6.5K
“You’re an idiot. He was trying to ask you out.”
Derek blinked at her, surprised, and wondered how long she’d been there. He saw books in her hand, and figured she’d been looking for something for one of her classes.
“No, he wasn’t,” he insisted, finishing up with his things but not standing, since Erica was still giving him a look.
“Derek, he was totally asking you out.”
“Trust me, he wasn’t. He asks me about my weekends all the time.”
“Then he’s either clued in to your stupidity, or really bad at taking no for an answer, because I can tell that kid is crazy about you.” Erica flipped some hair over her shoulder, then grabbed her books.
Stacking Up by bravelittlesoldier | 8.2K
Stiles is working in the basement of the Library of Congress and is feeling his social skills quickly deteriorate. Then along comes a new librarian working at Circulation who is most definitely a male model. Maybe its time to start re-socializing.
Come Fly With Me (Or Don't) by stilinskisparkles | 15.3K | Mature
Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn't seen since high school but really doesn't mind getting reacquainted with.
Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.
Words and Sounds (we’re falling together) by starlit_cities | 1.8K
Lydia isn’t the only genius.
Mr. Hale and the Lumberjack by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 15.4K
“Derek,” Stiles whined, draping himself across Erica’s desk. She patted his back comfortingly. “Derek, why doesn’t the lumberjack like me? What can I do to change that?”
“If you’ve opened your mouth around him, that explains everything,” Derek told him coldly. “Maybe try shutting up for once. And standing still. Not breathing would help your cause, too.”
Stiles let out a wail of despair, and everyone quickly moved in to comfort him. Derek scowled, annoyed, and clapped his hands loudly.
“Enough. Back to work. Stiles, get the fuck out of my department.”
“Language,” Stiles chided, pointing one finger at him while still draped across the desk.