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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 he’s 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 it’s Mitski’s song “I’m your Man”
Like: “you’re an angel, I’m a dog/Or you’re a dog and I’m your man… I’m sorry I’m the one you love/no one will ever love me like you again”
Like that’s literally textbook sterek (in my opinion it works from both POVs)
They’re just so yearning angst self-immolation about their love for each other 😭😭
Imagine Derek going to visit his family’s 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 hasn’t been able to bring himself to lay flowers on their graves since they were buried because he feels like he’s back at their funeral(s) and the pain is too much.
Yo lowkey I’m 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 ‘Stiles Stilinski as Thomas’ gummy worms and some ‘Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski angst’ gum so my breath can be fresh oh and also some ‘Newt as Simon Brown’ beer on the side too
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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 11–20 OF “HE LOVED ME WRONG: THE NIGHT I STOPPED BEING YOURS” ARE NOW LIVE, MY LITTLE WOLFPIT DEMONS 🐺🔥🖤
YES. WE ARE OFFICIALLY HALFWAY TO EMOTIONAL RUIN. YES. I AM STILL RUNNING ON PURE RED BULL AND SPITE. NO. THERAPY HAS NOT BEEN CONTACTED.
✨ WELCOME TO THE MIDDLE ARC OF PAIN™ ✨ The section of the book where:
💔 Stiles says “I’m fine.” 😐 He is not fine.
🌙 Derek starts losing sleep. 🔪 I start losing sanity.
🚨 Papa Stilinski and Sourwolf are closing in like a tag-team of emotional devastation.
🚨 Stiles connects NOTHING because he is running on trauma fumes.
AND THEN— AND THEN—
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 starts falling apart. The one where Derek realises: “oh no… I messed up six years ago and apparently I’m STILL messing up 💀✨”
YES. IT HURTS. YES. I WROTE IT WITH MY BARE HANDS. YES. MY TEARS WERE USED AS INK.
🐺💥 THE WOLFPIT IS HOWLING and I am absorbing your pain like some kind of emotionally parasitic forest cryptid.
ALSO: The Maze Runner–coded 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 “hi 👀”
🔥 More familiar faces? 🔥 More running? 🔥 More trauma bonding? ABSOLUTELY.
AND BECAUSE I DO NOT REST:
📅 MORE CHAPTERS DROP TOMORROW 📅 (and the next day… and the next… because frankly at this point, I have become a sleepless Victorian ghost with a keyboard)
🎧 ALSO the playlist? Updated. Expanded. Evolved into its final emo Pokémon form.
p.s. I’m finishing the final chapter of Book 2 and then FLINGING myself into Book 3 like GALLEY YEETED THAT RADIO — WITH PASSION 😤🔥 WITH RIGHTEOUS PURPOSE ⚖️⚡️ AND WITHIN THE SACRED, ANCIENT ART OF RADIO YEETING 📻💥✨
This isn’t chaos 😌 This is tradition 🕯️📜 This is heritage 🧬 This is the spiritual ceremony of choosing violence against electronics because feelings are hard 😭 and appliances are weak 😔🔌
Book 3 approaches 👀📖 And I am sprinting toward it with the devotional fury of a Maze Runner boy performing his god-given duty 💪🔥:
to pick up the radio… and LAUNCH it 🚀📻💥
WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @renmackree ! Thank you lady!
Have some angst! Lol
Stiles exhaled shakily. “He’s sick, Derek. My dad. He’s really… he’s sick.”
“I know,” Derek said softly, crouching down beside him so they were eye to eye. “But he’s also strong. And stubborn. Like someone else I know.”
Stiles tried to laugh, but it came out broken. “Yeah, well. Stubborn doesn’t kill cancer.”
“No,” Derek agreed. “But it fights like hell.”
There was a silence between them, heavy but not uncomfortable. Stiles leaned forward, pressing his palms to his eyes.
“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to just… sit and wait while he suffers. What if I lose him, Derek?”
“You won’t,” Derek said quietly. Then, after a pause: “But if you do—if the worst happens—I’ll be here. You won’t go through it alone.”
That was the thing about Derek. He didn’t promise easy things. Didn’t sugarcoat reality. But when he said something, he meant it. Every word carried weight.
Who to tag who to tag hmmm! Welp I’ll throw some names out sorry if you’ve been tagged previously!
@mindofmim @eevylynn @quackquackcey