Thank you for everything you do! This page is amazing! I’m looking for #Sterek where One of them is super smart and the other is the best athlete, they don’t run in the same clicks, but outside of school they are close! Anything like that? TYIA!!
I love this trope!
begin again by bleep0bleep
(1/1 I 2,501 I Teen)
Ten years ago Derek turned down Stiles for prom.
Now it's high school reunion time.
seems to me it's chemistry by HalfFizzbin
(1/1 I 4,153 I Teen)
Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.
Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis
(1/1 I 4,537 I Not Rated)
Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.
Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.
In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.
Game On by stilinskisparkles
(1/1 I 6,391 I Teen)
Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by. He flicks the page in his book and highlights something, tossing the cap up in the air and catching it with his teeth.
But Then What... by orphan_account
(3/3 I 24,343 I Explicit)
Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.
Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.
The Awkward Love Life Of A Sheltered College Werewolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle
(10/10 I 30,134 I Explicit)
Derek had been used to being home schooled. Being used to be surrounded by pack, and nothing but pack. When he decides he's going to attend college, like a normal person, his family has a fit. Derek goes anyway. It's scary and new and exciting. Then he meets Stiles. Then...Things get even more exciting.
A Cunning Plan by yodasyoyo
(17/17 I 32,737 I Teen)
Stiles has a plan to get Lydia Martin to notice him. Derek is not impressed.
If you asked me if I love him, I’d lie by dereksstilinski (greyslittlediaries)
(18/18 I 37,305 I Explicit)
Derek has already typed the entire report out and even got all of the stuff prepared for the poster that Stiles and him will have to present. Derek found that he actually didn’t mind doing all the work when it was Stiles he was doing it for, but he wasn’t going to let Stiles get away completely. He was going to get Stiles to come over and help with the poster, so help him god.
When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(6/6 I 135,402 I Mature)
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!
Burn with hellfire in the blue light of midnight by babisays
(20/20 I 203,189 I Teen)
Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.
Six years was a long time, so he didn't think he would ever see them again, but now he was wondering what the hell was Derek Hale doing back in Beacon Hills.
Fic recs for this post, because how could I not!?!! Kudos to everyone that jumped in the comments and left links. 💜
erroneous manoeuvres by slippingfromreality | 5.3K
“Hey, Stilinski!”
Stiles clenches his teeth. “What do you want, Hale?” he shouts back, not bothering to turn around. The smug smirk that’s most likely waiting for him is already seared into his mind from overexposure.
“A date!” the answer comes, still as loud, and most of the bystanders giggle or snort in Stiles’ direction.
Stiles rolls his eyes. This is the third time this week. He’d complain that Hale’s jokes are getting pretty stale, but he’d probably be milking this situation for all that it’s worth, too, if their roles were reversed. “Wrong aisle,” he grouses back, “try the bakery section. I hear they have fresh tarts.”
seems to me it's chemistry by HalfFizzbin | 4.1K
Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.
Not Another Sterek Romance (It Is Absolutely Another Sterek Romance) by betp | 2.4K
In which Derek is the worst at history and Stiles wears glasses.
Binomial coefficients by DevilDoll | 20.7K
In which brainy freshman Stiles Stilinski wants star quarterback Derek Hale to join the math team, AKA math nerds in love.
It's Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles | 11K
“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.
“We should?”
“Yeah!”
“But… Do you even care about photography?”
“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”
Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk | 6.8K
“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don't believe I'm genuinely interested in you, then I'll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”
Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”
Between the Drinks and Subtle Things by yodasyoyo | 4.4K
He holds up his free hand, eyes still closed. “One second,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m just taking a moment to mourn the fact that we could have been fucking since–” He cracks open an eye and glares at Derek.
“Freshman year,” Derek supplies. “I’ve pretty much had the biggest crush on you since our freshman year.”
Hotsky to Trotsky by paintedrecs | 3.3K
Derek had his future mapped out: there'd be graduation, followed by college, followed by (he hoped) a good grad school, then a career as a professor whose students didn't spend their time flicking paper footballs at each other and obsessing over their dating lives. He had good friends, a good family, and no time to focus on distractions like high school gossip or relationships.
He hadn't factored Stiles Stilinski - lacrosse player, class clown, part of the popular crowd, currently spending his entire day staring at Derek and smiling - into his plans.
Frat Flirt by LadyDrace | 1.5K
Stiles keeps inviting Derek to things. It's very suspicious.
Evanescent—introvert Derek and popular jock Stiles are both in high school and the same age in this story. Although the past isn’t discussed in detail, Derek’s entire family (except for Laura) was killed in a fire and he had been involved with Kate Argent at some point. Now living with Laura as his sole guardian, Derek is depressed, emotionally closed off, and hates prolonged human contact. Stiles asks him to be his partner on a history project for class and they begin a tentative friendship. Well, Stiles pretty much drags him kicking and screaming into a friendship with the possibility for more. Also, Derek is on the asexuality spectrum and wants to take things as slow as possible or maybe not at all to be honest. Stiles, on the other hand, is gay, out and proud, and highly attracted to Derek; he makes plenty of mistakes on his own as he fumbles his way through romance. Good story!
Hiiiii! I was wondering if you can recommend me fics with popular jock!Stiles and nerd!Derek? Maybe like stilinskisparkles’ Losers fic? Thank you so much in advance, you guys are my hero! <3
Tbh, the true heroes here are the fic writers! Definitely check our JOCK STILES and NERD DEREK tags first, we have some pretty good fics there!
JOCK STILES / NERD DEREK
call me, maybe (but not in the library) by bibliosexual
There’s a long pause, and then: “You’re not Erica.”Stiles can’t help it. He snorts. “Yeah, no, dude, that’d be pretty difficult since I’m a guy.”
AU where Stiles is an undergrad at UCLA and Derek works in the university library.
(I Ain’t Scared of the Fall) I’ve Felt the Ground Before by planiforidjit
“You know what the solution is,” she says.
“What’s the solution?”
“You get a mate.”
“Thank you for that, Laura. I’ll file it away with the other idiotic ideas I’ve already tried.”
—
Derek is sick of being treated like he’s property and he’s sick of his family pressuring him to find a mate. So the obvious solution is to fake a relationship with Stiles Stilinski, the annoying lacrosse player and alpha that Derek may or may not be pining over anyway.
Hotsky to Trotsky by paintedrecs
Derek had his future mapped out: there’d be graduation, followed by college, followed by (he hoped) a good grad school, then a career as a professor whose students didn’t spend their time flicking paper footballs at each other and obsessing over their dating lives. He had good friends, a good family, and no time to focus on distractions like high school gossip or relationships.
He hadn’t factored Stiles Stilinski - lacrosse player, class clown, part of the popular crowd, currently spending his entire day staring at Derek and smiling - into his plans.
Here We Lie, Outstretched by redeyedwrath
“I couldn’t sleep,” Stiles says, and he shrugs, twiddling with his thumbs. The moonlight catches in the hollows of his cheekbones.
Derek snorts. “So you thought that if you couldn’t sleep, neither should I?”
Or, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors and they’re Make Out Buddies
Bid on Me by Stereksale7
“Don’t celebrate yet. I’m only bidding on him if no one else does. Which will never happen because everyone wants him.” Derek said, smirk turning triumphant at Erica’s exasperated expression.
“Oh come on Der-” Erica started to whine, but quickly cut herself off when the auctioneer (Derek was pretty sure he was the frat’s president) called out “And one of our last auctions of the day, Stiles Stilinski!”
Derek’s heart dropped to his stomach in anticipation, waiting for the moment where some hot busty blonde or some Calvin Klein model guy bid on Stiles and won.
Except. It never happened.
“Shit Der, are you magic or something? Does everything you predict turn out to be wrong? Quick, say ‘Erica will not suddenly be handed a million dollars’ out loud for me”. Derek rolled his eyes and waved Erica off, watching as the auctioneer listed off qualities of Stiles, dropping the starting bid from $50 to $30 to $25, all the way down to $5.
Derek was drowning in secondhand embarrassment. And judging by Stiles’s badly concealed hurt expression and pink cheeks, he was suffering from a whole lot of first hand embarrassment.
nerdy!jock!stiles trying to woo nerd!derek for valentines day (as a valentine's day prompt, obviously :p)
Alrightly, here it is @demisexualhale! I really hope you like it! (also on ao3!)
Stiles had never really been sure if he could be considered a jock or not.
Because, yeah sure, he was on the lacrosse team and played baseball in his spare time but he was no star athlete. Hell, he spent most of his time during lacrosse games warming the bench and fetching Coach refills of Gatorade.
He had always been into sports, for as long as he could actually remember, really. He had been a devout Mets fan since long before he could even walk, his mom and his dad joking that he had inherited his preference from both of them. He could still remember his dad teasing his mom about it, claiming she had watched too much baseball while pregnant, Stiles born only a few months before the World Series.
Older now, he never missed a game. Not once. Whenever the Mets played, he would dress in his finest blue and orange gear, baseball cap and all, just to firmly plant his butt on the living room couch with a giant bowl of low-fat popcorn in his lap and a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups in the freezer for later.
Back in elementary school, he and Scott had played Little League together, baseball both a good hobby and a wonderful way to keep them from getting into too much trouble. Stiles took to it like a pig to mud, one of the best pitchers their local division had ever seen, finding his element out on the mound.
Both of his parents would come to every game, his mom taking a break from her work at home and his dad somehow weaseling his way out of doing paperwork just to catch the opening pitch. Without fail, his dad cheered louder than anyone else in the crowd, jumping to his feet and waving his arms around as he proudly proclaimed, “That’s my son!”
When Scott had eventually grown tired of playing in Little League, in part due to his asthma which was being somewhat exacerbated by all of the physical activity and in part because of the fact that baseball was no longer considered cool, Stiles had decided to quit with him. He just hadn’t seen the point of continuing to play if his best friend wasn’t there with him. And besides, it just wasn’t the same without his mom there.
In high school, he still gravitated towards baseball but he had soon developed an affinity for lacrosse after Scott started showing interest in trying out for the team. He had spent hours researching all aspects of the sport, wanting to know exactly what to expect at tryouts.
With his asthma clearing up a bit and all the confidence of no longer being a virgin thanks to Allison, Scott had managed to snag a highly coveted position on the first line. Meanwhile, Stiles only barely made the team, beating out two other guys who had tried out, owing his victory to pure dumb luck though he barely ever made it onto the field.
It wasn’t that he was bad at lacrosse per se, he was actually pretty good. His leanly muscled body was built for speed and agility, making him a wonderful prospect. He just had a tendency to trip over his own feet. And other people’s feet. And grass and rocks and, at times, even thin air.
So, while he could run suicides and drills with the very best of them, giving the team captain, Jackson, a run for his money, he was usually stuck on the bench during games, just watching his teammates play. His dad still came to all of his games, though he didn’t understand why.
But while there was some question about whether or not he was a jock, there was no dispute whatsoever over the fact that he fell victim to some of the most stereotypical jock tropes. Namely, falling for a nerd.
But not just any nerd. No, that would be too easy. He had fallen for the king of nerds. Derek freaking Hale. The epitome of a high school nerd.
He was extremely intelligent, more often than not threatening to beat Stiles out for the highly esteemed title of valedictorian, always maintaining a more than perfect GPA. One of his favorite pastimes was reading, rarely ever seen without his nose buried in a book, very clearly preferring the classics over contemporary novels.
But he wasn’t just book smart, he was geeky smart, too. He could quote nearly every episode of Star Trek, both the original and Next Generation, without breaking a sweat. He could spout off all sorts of fun facts and trivia questions about the Lord of the Rings and the Silmarillion. For god’s sake, he could recite poetry in Wookie!
And he wasn’t at all shy about letting his nerd flag fly, wearing Marvel and DC t-shirts to school almost as often as Stiles did himself, favoring DC over Marvel just like Stiles. He even had an adorable little Superman keychain which was quite possibly the cutest thing Stiles had ever seen.
He was pretty sure he had officially fallen in love when Derek gave a presentation in their AP English class which focused primarily on comparing none other than Batman to Beowulf. Because anyone who cared about Batman as much as he did was most definitely a keeper in Stiles’ book.
So, with Valentine’s Day of their senior year fast approaching, he had finally decided to make a move. Of course, he wasn’t so bold as to be very upfront about it, instead taking a more subtle route, slipping little love notes and nerdy Valentine’s pick-up lines into Derek’s locker.
Every morning, Stiles would get to school early, making sure to beat Derek to their lockers which were fortuitously, and quite conveniently, right next to each other, not wanting to get caught. Starting February first, Stiles would slip a new note into the louvers of Derek’s locker, leaving them for Derek to find once he came in.
The nights before dropping off the notes, he would spend hours hunched over at the desk in his bedroom, drawing little doodles and caricatures to go along with the admittedly lame puns he hand wrote, always gearing them towards Derek’s more nerdy interests. He just hoped that Derek would recognize his handwriting, never in fact actually his name.
Because while he and Derek weren’t exactly what one could consider friends, they were definitely on friendly enough terms, more like acquaintances than anything else. They would talk occasionally in their shared classes or by their adjacent lockers, waving at each other in greeting when they passed one another in the hallway.
And Stiles didn’t want to risk ruining what they already had with his grand illusions of what they could possibly have. Not that he really thought that he had much of a chance with Derek in the first place.
Derek was sweet and kind where Stiles could be abrasive and a bit of an asshole. He was shy and selfless where Stiles could be overconfident and at time selfish. He was like a ray of sunshine in human form while Stiles was more like a human trash can, at least in his own mind.
Besides, Derek was the most gorgeous person Stiles had ever seen. Half of the school was tripping over themselves in an infatuated stupor, completely enamored with him.
He was tall and muscular, for all of his nerdiness a star player on the school basketball team, with a hint of devastatingly handsome stubble on his chiseled jawline, making his high well-defined cheekbones stand out more. Behind his thick glasses were the most amazing pair of nebulous hazel eyes in all of existence, the greens and browns in his irises always shifting and swirling.
Meanwhile, Stiles was just some pale scrawny kid covered in moles. Not the most attractive considering the fact that he went to school with people who could make a living off being models.
So, he kept his little notes anonymous, figuring that he would get to avoid outright rejection if Derek was upset or disgusted when he found the notes. He didn’t want to be too optimistic.
Each morning after leaving a new note for Derek to find, Stiles would linger by his own locker to watch what happened when the object of his affections discovered the little notes. Derek usually just smiled to himself, a light blush coloring his cheeks, and tucked the notes into his bookbag, apparently keeping them much to Stiles’ utter delight.
But that day was different.
That morning Derek had arrived at his locker with his three best friends ― Erica, Isaac, and Boyd ― in tow, all of whom were quick to urge him to check for a new Valentine’s note, actually bouncing on the balls of their feet in anticipation. The mere fact that Derek had actually told his friends about the notes made Stiles’ stomach fill with a frenzy of butterflies.
Derek had opened his locker with a roll of his eyes, Stiles discreetly peeking at him around the door of his own locker, hoping none of Derek’s friends noticed his blatant eavesdropping. That wouldn’t end well. Opening his locker door, Derek plucked the pale pink envelope off of a stack of books, brandishing it proudly for his friends to see, all of them smiling widely up at it.
Derek opened it without any preamble, peeling off the heart shaped sticker that Stiles had used to seal the envelope and carefully tugging the card out to show off. Setting the empty envelope aside, Derek turned his attention to the handwritten card, tracing his thumb over the colorful illustrations Stiles had included on the front. Flipping the card open, he read the little poem aloud, “‘Yoda is green, Max Rebo is blue, I like Star Wars a little less than I like you.’”
“Oh my god, that’s adorable,” Erica announced with a wide beaming grin, moving to peer over Derek’s shoulder at the words Stiles had painstakingly inked in the iconic Star Wars font the night before. His hand still ached from all the times he had messed up and had to start over. With a wave of her hand, glittery gold nails glinting under the hallway lights, Erica beckoned Boyd and Isaac over, insisting, “C’mon, you guys have to see this!”
Isaac was the first to take a few steps closer, scanning his eyes over the carefully constructed card, lips quirking up into a crooked smirk. Cocking his head to the side like a floppy-eared little puppy, he wondered aloud, “So, who do ya think it’s from?”
Stiles held his breath. It was the moment of truth. Derek was going to say his name and either make his whole year or completely shatter his dreams. Tightening his grip on the door his locker, he listened carefully.
“The new girl. Kira.”
What?! Stiles nearly keeled over at Derek’s horrible, horrible guess, coming dangerously close to groaning aloud. He had the sudden urge to bang his head against his locker door, only barely managing to refrain, biting his tongue to keep from blurting out a confession.
But he just couldn’t hold back when Derek shrugged and turned to his friends, inquiring, “Think I should ask her out?”
“Are you kidding me?!” Stiles demanded out of pure frustration, slamming his locker door shut and spinning to face Derek who blinked at him in surprise, mouth hanging open in a perfect o. Behind Derek, his trio of friends gaped at Stiles too, all four of them looking positively shocked as he pointed a finger at Derek’s chest, barking, “Are you serious, right now?! Kira?!”
Shaking himself from his stupor, curls bouncing, Isaac narrowed his blue eyes and folded his arms over his chest, raising his chin defiantly. Pinning Stiles with a disdainful glare, he scoffed and snapped, “The hell’s your problem, Stilinski? Jealous?”
“No, I’m just―” he paused, running both hands through his hair with a deep, defeated sigh “—I put a lot of work into them,” Stiles admitted, deflating a bit, his shoulders slumping as he turned to look down at his shoes. With a lazy shrug, he scratched the back of his wrist and mumbled, “I just… I was hoping you’d realize they were from me.”
Feeling even more like a pathetic loser than he usually did, Stiles hunched in on himself, bracing for Derek’s inevitable rejection. Rather than just wait for Derek to tell him to scram, to leave him alone, to never talk to him again, Stiles murmured, “I’m sorry. Just forget about it. I’ll leave you alone.”
He turned around, just wanting to scamper off to class with his tail tucked between his legs, sure that once he left, Derek and his friends would all laugh about how utterly pathetic he was. But as he twisted, he felt a hand curl around his wrist keeping him in place. He froze in his tracks.
Turning back around, he saw that it was Derek who had gently stopped him in the middle of his flight, a soft smile on his lips. Dimples showing, Derek looked down at their somewhat joined hands, inquiring, “So, you’re the one who’s been leaving me these?”
“Yeah,” Stiles confirmed, nodding to himself as he traced his eyes over Derek’s forearm, feeling all warm and fuzzy just from the innocent touch of Derek’s hand on his skin. After a moment of silence, he belatedly tacked on, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Derek advised, Stiles’ eyes snapping up to meet Derek’s, thoroughly confused. With a crooked, somewhat mischievous grin, Derek clarified, “I love them. Thank you.”
Stiles was shocked by Derek’s confession, but he was even more shocked when Derek leaned in closer and continued on, suggesting, “So… Lord of the Rings marathon at my place this weekend? Around five?—” he waited for Stiles to nod, flabbergasted “—And you might wanna bring a change of clothes. You might have to stay the night. They’re long movies, after all.”
Stiles’ jaw dropped at the innuendo saturating Derek’s words. And then, just like that, Derek turned on his heel and walked away towards his first class, leaving Stiles to process that he had just been asked out by his crush of three years. Forget about being a jock or not, if he had a chance to be Derek’s boyfriend, he could care less.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Okay, how ‘bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”
Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”
I’m looking for a fic where it starts with backstory about stiles being a jock in high school and Derek the nerd, they both in love with each and other but don’t speak, at prom stiles get drunk as he sees Derek with kira who he thinks is his gf and Derek helps him in the bathroom and stiles kisses him and they then go their separate ways, years later stiles applies to be to be HR at their office where Derek now works, peter and Laura started a bakery that becomes really big and they make a ton of other food now but he doesn’t get it instead he becomes Derek’s PA because he can’t keep them as he thanks them with gifs and they feel strange about it, Derek and stiles don’t think each and other remembers the night of prom and they ignore it and is obviously, Jackson is also stiles really good friend
Hi @yesgurlsstuff! @midnightwinterhawk and @dimeler says it's this one.
When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(6/6 I 135,402 I Mature I Sterek)
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.
Heyy I’m looking for this sterek fic where like Derek is a nerd and I think stiles is a jock and like stiles invites Derek to a pool party and Derek is allergic to chlorine and Derek thinks stiles pushed him on purpose
Hi anon. @dawnstar39 found this for you!
If you asked me if I love him, I’d lie by dereksstilinski (greyslittlediaries)
(18/18/ I 37,305 I Explicit I Sterek)
Derek has already typed the entire report out and even got all of the stuff prepared for the poster that Stiles and him will have to present. Derek found that he actually didn’t mind doing all the work when it was Stiles he was doing it for, but he wasn’t going to let Stiles get away completely. He was going to get Stiles to come over and help with the poster, so help him god.
