Breath of Life – Green
Peter/Stiles
8,574 words
Stiles's incubus heritage manifests when he's 16. It should be easy to navigate, especially with the help of the Beacon County Supernatural Center. But Stiles has some anxiety issues. (Thankfully he also has Peter.)
anxiety, au: monsters
The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants – isthatbloodonhisshirt
Derek/Stiles
163,779 words
“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!”
Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’
“Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind.
“Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!
alternate universe, anxiety, au: magic is known, au: soulmates/soulmarks, au: witches/magic-users, curses, misunderstandings, sleep disorders
What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
196,137 words
“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”
Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.
“What?! What was that sound?!”
“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.
“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”
“Mike,” she argued.
“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.
“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.
alternate universe, anxiety, au: college, au: cop/detectives, au: soulmates/soulmarks, kidnapping, misunderstandings, mutual pining, panic attacks, slow burn
When the Universe Comes Knocking (It’s Polite to Open the Door) – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
135,402 words
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!
anxiety, au: corporate/business, au: soulmates/soulmarks, coworkers, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, mutual pining, panic attacks
Crazy, Stupid, Love – toraten
Derek/Stiles
13,717 words
After Stiles gets possessed and de-possessed, he falls into a depression. It's a time in his life he's not proud of. He's unable to help his friends who seem to have no problem getting on with their lives and battling all evil that threatens Beacon Hills, with a smile on their faces. , He's unable to do all the big things with his life he was expected to do.
He knows there need to be some changes once he gets off of his anti-depressants: the sheriff and Derek think it would do him good to start working out, and since Stiles doesn't really have a good reason not to, he agrees.
In which Derek is a terrible life coach, but at the same time he's exactly what Stiles needs.
anxiety, depression/mental illness, panic attacks, PTSD, slow burn
It Was a Wednesday – isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
Derek/Stiles
80,129 words
“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”
Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.
Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.
“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.
“Stiles? What do you—Stiles is making that noise?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“How fast do you think you can make it to the south lot of the Preserve?”
anxiety, feral character, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, kidnapping, PTSD, tw: drinking, tw: emotional/psychological abuse, tw: lack of rights/slavery, tw: torture
Pen Name – rootbeer
Derek/Stiles
51,007 words
Anxiety (/aNGˈzī-itē/):
A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.
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"The set was busy; people bustled about with their various jobs. No one seemed to notice, or maybe they just didn’t care, as the gangly boy looked about nervously. He was all skin and bones, a track of moles across his light skin. He carried a bag across his shoulders, a coffee cup in his left hand and a curious look on his face. There was nothing remarkable looking about him at all, and perhaps, that was the most remarkable thing."
anxiety, au: actors, au: celebrity, au: human, au: writers, mutual pining, panic attacks, secret identities
some boundless contiguity – elumish
Derek & Stiles
Stiles bakes when he’s anxious. He bakes and he cleans and he bakes some more, and while that thing is baking he starts baking something else, and right now he’s on meat pies, so he’s browning off meat and cutting up vegetables and rolling out pie crust and it’s a good thing he lives with werewolves because otherwise they would never eat all the food he makes.
anxiety, canon divergence, series
We’ve Got Chemistry – dr_girlfriend
Derek/Stiles
17,892 words
“So…” The man was at the door to a shed now. “The previous owners left everything, so I think there should be everything you need. But let me know if you need me to pick up anything, or if you prefer, you can buy it and I’ll reimburse you…”
“Everything I need?” Stiles repeated. He had obviously missed something.
“You know.” The man smiled again, a little more cautiously. He was looking at Stiles as if he were a bit mentally-challenged. “To clean the pool.”
“To clean the pool,” Stiles repeated. He looked around. Then he looked down at himself, taking in his stained shirt, cargo shorts, and raggedy Converse.
“Oh!” he said. “Because I’m the pool guy.” And that’s not what he meant to say at all. He meant to say, “You think I’m the pool guy.”
anxiety, au: neighbors, fluff, mistaken identity, misunderstandings
