#insecure stiles

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not me writing insecure Stiles again but with baby Eli on his hands fully dependant on him and he has to be strong for his Eli but can't, because he feels lost and alone (he doesn't know that alpha Derek Hale is already going feral over both of them and is planning the juiciest courting in his life to free them and claim for himself)

[viva-la-sterek]

[[((soulmates & soulmarks))]]

Some of the more recents 2017 fics from one of my absolute favorite tropes!! 

★=Fics that could use more kudos, comments, and appreciation.

TATTOO THIS FIC ONTO MY FRIcKEN FOREHEAD!: 

turn the other cheek by @redhoodedwolf​ (1/1 | 12,465 | Teen)

Derek Hale was not born a werewolf.

Stiles Stilinski was not born with a soulmark.

Soulmate Skin Writing! Coolest. Idea. Ever!: 

Word by Word by @cobrilee​ (1/1 | 11,843 | Teen) 

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

Such a fun addicting read! Love it to pieces: 

Happy Birthday To Me by hbunting1403 (1/1 | 10,820 | Mature) 

"Hi there, and welcome to Full Moon Jewellery. Thanks for browsing! I’m a designer based in California whose only dream in life is to get through art school without having to sell off my organs - which, by the way, is still on the table. You need a kidney? Let me know in your personalisation request, and I’m sure we can work something out. Guy’s gotta have that dollar to buy curly fries."

It's Laura's 30th birthday and Derek sucks at buying gifts. Then he stumbles across 'Full Moon Jewellery', an Etsy store run by an art student who has strange ideas about nutrition, and whose enthusiasm for his new commission is actually kind of adorable.

In which the whole pack wants Derek to get a life, and Derek just wants some peace.

(But not really)

THIS FIC ONLY HAS 1 COMMENT! It so deserves better!: 

★I’m Sorry, What? by fancyachatup (1/1 | 2,416 | Teen)

Basically Stiles is Derek's mate but Derek doesn't tell him until Stiles is getting (fake) married

Sweet Precious Fluffy Fluff: 

An Unpredictable Amount of Turtles by skoosiepants / @pantstomatch (1/1 | 5,942 | Teen) 

Stiles says, “I have a five year plan. A five year plan to popularity that will tank the minute I meet this guy.”

“I feel like you’re exaggerating,” Scott says, but Scott has a katana-wielding badass waiting for him at the other end of the rainbow, and Stiles has terrariums.

Or—

A soulmate au with turtles and angst.

I LIVE!!!: 

Yeah, Pass The Salt, Stiles by CallieB / @13callieb (1/1 | 3,609 | Gen)

They're not particularly inspiring words. Not like the long stream of goo spilling over Scotty's arm. But somewhere, Stiles' soulmate is out there, waiting to say them to him.

If only he could stop thinking about the mysterious hot stranger he met in the woods...

Oh boy, I cannot wait to see this completed!! 

★ I know I’ll go (blame it on me) by @peasantaries​ (WIP 2/3 | 3,432 | Teen)

Stiles and Derek both have their reasons, and they'll both fight tooth and nail to avoid one another, but it turns out to be a lot harder to fight the force of gravity.

Love the whole mood of this fic. Darker, angsty: 

★Mischief by AshVee (1/1 | 6,613 | NR) 

Amid danger and depression, self-denial and self-depreciation, two people realize that they fit together better broken than they ever would have whole.

Poor Poor Derek! This is great!: 

In Which Laura Is Never Going To Let Derek Live This Down by Omimouse / @joisbishmyoga​ (1/1 | 1,587 | Teen)

“Laura, for the love of god, stop laughing and get him off of me.”

Adorable: 

Ink Me by AsagiStilinski (1/1 | 4,281 | Gen) 

Derek is never going to find his soulmate, because there's no way in hell there exists a man named Mieczyslaw in Beacon Hills

Then Erica hires Stiles

[dragon-temeraire]

Your insecure Stiles fic is everything I feel and everything I needed.....would be honoured to read more <3

Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it! Here is the sequel to my chubby Stiles fic! (On AO3) (Part Three)

“This is nice,” Derek says, leaning back in his chair.

They’re sitting on Stiles’ back porch, sipping ice coldwater as the afternoon sun slants through the trees. The summer heat has wiltedthe grass, so they’re running the sprinklers, and the low, repetitive sound ofthem is soothing to Derek.

Stiles doesn’t like to be outside much this time of year,not with the amount of clothes he wears, but he’s willing to shed most of hislayers here, in the privacy of his own back yard. He sits next to Derek in justa baggy shirt and jeans, and stopped crossing his arms defensively over himselfseveral minutes ago.

He nods in agreement, but he still seems like he’s beingcarried away by his thoughts, the corner of his mouth just starting to turndown.

So Derek blurts, “What do you want most, right now, at thisvery moment? It can be anything.”

Stiles stares at him for long enough that Derek begins towonder if he’s made a mistake. Then he smiles a little and says, “It’s tied, Ican’t decide.”

“Between what?” Derek says curiously.

“Well, I really want to run through those sprinklers,”Stiles says, and he’s grinning now. “But I also really want to eat an entirepot of mac and cheese.”

Derek laughs. “I don’t see why we can’t do both,” he says.“But we should do the sprinklers first.”

Stiles sends him a look then, a sort of nervous, shiftingglance, then away again. Stiles still won’t let Derek go to the gym with him,and he wonders if this is just something else Stiles doesn’t want him to see.

Instead, he says, “You’d really do it?”

“Run through the sprinklers?” Derek asks, surprised. “Ofcourse I would, it’s a great idea. And I can make some delicious mac and cheese,too.”

“You know I was joking when I said I could eat a whole potof it, right?” Stiles says, eyebrows raised.

“That’s good,” Derek says, winking. “How else would youshare it with me?”

Derek has Stiles grab some towels, so they won’t have todrip through the house after their sprinkler run. Stiles returns with a hugestack, and Derek laughs.

“You realize it’s only the two of us, right?” he asks,eyeing the pile Stiles sets down in his vacant chair.

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Never hurts to have extra.”

He leans over and pulls of his socks and shoes, rolling upthe cuffs of his jeans as he does. Derek follows suit, and makes sure to leavehis phone and keys on the porch where they won’t get wet.

Stiles’ smacks his hand against Derek’s chest as he runspast, leaping off the porch steps and sprinting through the sprinklers at full speed.He loops around and comes back through them again at a more moderate pace,letting out the most delighted, carefree laugh Derek has ever heard.

He stares in wonder, feeling his heart pound, and only snapsout of it when Stiles flicks water at him and says, “Are you coming in, orwhat?”

“Definitely,” Derek says, grinning, and jumps out into aspray of water.

It feels incredibly good in the heat, and the refreshingeffect is worth the discomfort of wet jeans. He jogs through a couple more ofthe sprinklers, his feet slipping through the grass, and heads back towardStiles.

He’s standing with his back to one of the sprinklers, andDerek watches the water cascade down his shoulders for a moment, mesmerized,before joining him.

“Are you wishing you had a pool?” he asks, just as Stilesdips his head down to get his hair soaked.

“Nah, we’d never manage the upkeep,” Stiles says, shrugging.“And this is pretty great, anyway.” He pauses then, his eyes lingering onDerek’s face. “I forgot to ask earlier, but. What do you want the most, rightnow?”

“I want to kiss you,” Derek admits immediately, because it’strue.

“Really?” Stiles says, sounding genuinely surprised, andleans in, closing the distance between his lips and Derek’s.

They’ve kissed before, but only shy nervous pecks that lastfor a second or two. This kiss, though—Stiles’ hands are digging into hisshoulders, holding him close as he opens up to Derek, and when Stiles changesthe angle Derek can feel his wet hair dripping on his cheek, but he doesn’t care—it’s amazing, and Derekmelts into it.

When Stiles pulls away, he looks shy again, but it’s onlyfor a second. Then he’s jumping away from the sprinkler, letting the spray hitDerek full on, and running across the yard, laughing.

Derek stands there a moment longer, knowing there’s aridiculous smile on his face, before sprinting after him.

They play for a while longer, yelling and flinging water ateach other, until Stiles figures they’re gonna flood the lawn, and turns thesprinklers off.

They get back on the porch, completely sodden, with Stilesstill snickering at the line of mud down Derek’s side. He’d be embarrassed thathe fell, but how hard Stiles had laughed while repeating oh my god, your face between breaths made it totally worth it.

Stiles hesitates in front of his pile of towels, nervouslypicking at the hem of his shirt, so Derek turns away and busies himselfstripping off his own clothes. He almost groans in relief at getting his wet,constrictive jeans off, and the warm breeze feels amazing on his bare legs andchest.

He decides it’s probably best to keep his underwear on,since they’ll dry fast anyway. When he turns around, he sees Stiles has come tothe same decision. He already has towel draped across his bare shoulders, andis wrapping another around his waist, hiding his colorful boxers from view.

Derek drags his eyes from the soft curve of Stiles’ waistquickly, because he doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Stiles doesn’t likeDerek seeing his body, says it’s ugly, but Derek doesn’t think so at all.

He hasn’t quite convinced Stiles of that, though.

He gently scruffs his hand through Stiles’ hair on his wayinto the house, laughing at the outraged noise he makes. He gets the waterboiling, pulls out all the ingredients he needs, and finds that he’s really hungry.

Stiles hurries past moments later with their clothes, andDerek hears the clang of the washing machine lid.

“I’ve got our clothes washing, hopefully that mud won’tstain your shirt,” he says, just a little teasing.

“It’ll be fine if it does,” Derek shrugs. Even if it’sruined, it was worth all the fun he had with Stiles. “Will you grate some ofthe cheese?” he asks, stirring the noodles.

Derek’s had a lot of practice making this dish, so he getseverything done pretty quickly. And though he expects Stiles to go upstairs andchange into dry clothes, he seems content to stay in his towels, helping Derekin the kitchen.

“Wow, this is really good,” Stiles says after the firstbite.

Derek sits down across from him at the table, and takes hisown helping. “You don’t have to sound so surprised,” he says, grinning. “Somealphas can cook, you know.”

“I just meant—I’ve only had the kind that comes out of thebox,” Stiles says, shaking his head. “I feel very spoiled, eating this.”

And Derek can’t help preening a little at that, as he’salways wanted to do things to make Stiles feel valued, cared for. “I’m glad youlike it,” he mumbles, a little embarrassed that he’s getting sentimental overmacaroni and cheese.

When they’re nearly done eating, Derek finds himself lookingat Stiles, tracing the slope of his nose and the strong line of his jaw, andthe warm, captivating color of his eyes.

Stiles catches him right away, of course.

“What is it?” he asks, sounding a little nervous.

“Remember how I said that neither of us was perfect?”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, smiling. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

“Well, I just changed my mind,” Derek says, returning hissmile. “I think maybe you are perfect.” He knows Stiles isn’t ready to hearthat Derek is in love with him, barely believes that Derek likes him at all, sothis is the closest he can get to saying it, for now.

Stiles huffs out a laugh. “Derek, I’m in therapy.”

He sounds more confident about it than he did last week,when he’d nervously admitted that he was going to talk to someone. “That doesn’tdisqualify you,” Derek says gently.

There’s a long gap of silence, then Stiles shoots him aworried glance before looking away. “And I don’t—I haven’t had a heat in awhile. Months.”

“I know,” Derek says, because there was really no way tomiss that. He goes to school with Stiles, andwas hanging out with him and his friends most weekends. Stiles hasn’t had tomiss class or cancel a sleepover for a long time. “It’s okay.”

Stiles looks back over at him in surprise. “I—really?”

“Yes,” Derek says, as firmly as he can. “I like you, Stiles.And I’ll keep liking you, even if it never happens.” He’s never been the kindof alpha that’s desperate for sex, and he certainly doesn’t want to pressureStiles into it.

Stiles nods, looking almost hopeful. “Okay,” he says.

Derek slides his hand across the table, gently touchesStiles’ wrist, because he doesn’t look completely reassured. “After our clothesare dry, do you want to go see a movie?”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, smiling. “I’ve always wanted to makeout in a theater.”

That startles a laugh out of Derek. “We can definitely dothat,” he says.

“Awesome,” Stiles says, standing up. “I’m gonna go put ourclothes in the dryer.”

When he comes back, Derek has just finished clearing thetable. He uses the towel around Stiles’ shoulders to pull him into a soft kiss,and feels Stiles’ grin against his lips.

Perfect.

[sourwolfstories]

When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door)

by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 135399

It was like a door he’d nailed shut in his brain suddenly exploded open, all of his past confusion and anger and hurt and adoration flooding out at once. Stiles? Was it actually Stiles?!

Stiles, the guy he’d had a crush on for fucking years growing up. The guy who’d been an absolute dick to him their whole last year of high school.

The guy who’d told him he loved him in a dirty men’s bathroom on prom night while drunk and upset because he thought Kira was Derek’s girlfriend.

That Stiles? But it couldn’t be!

[sourwolfstories]

taste your beating heart by cnomad

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 112007

Something was wrong in Beacon Hills. Derek was halfway across the country when he felt a call to return to his hometown, and somehow Stiles had been talked into letting the werewolf stay in his guest bedroom. This could lead to nothing good.

[sourwolfstories]

Kidnapped! (Again, Stiles?) by Anxiety_Baker02

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 24753

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!

Or:

Everyone except Stiles (and who he’s in love with) knows who it is.

Also, Stiles gets kidnapped once or twice, but whatever.

[sourwolfstories]

don’t know what i’m supposed to to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 30926

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?)

[sourwolfstories]

This Is Me by HappyJuicyfruit

Rating: General

Word Count: 28930

Stiles gripped to Derek’s shirt, attempting to stay on his feet as he was manhandled. He whipped his head around, trying to spot whatever had Derek on the defense. He froze when his eyes landed on two tall, greenish, figures standing right in front of them.

“No need to growl, dog. We are not here to harm you.” One of them said. Her… his...? Their voice sounded like music, echoing in the trees. They were both dressed in long silky robes, and they had the posture of royalty.

“What do you want?” Derek growled. The two Fae glanced at him, then turned their eyes on Stiles. Stiles felt his own eyes widen in surprise. “Answer me, nymphs! What do you want?”

Stiles snapped out of his surprise to smack Derek on the arm. “They’re Fae, Derek, not ‘nymphs.’”