between the click of the light and the start of the dream – thepsychicclam
Derek/Stiles
105,192 words
A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.
It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.
first time, found family, hurt/comfort, kink: car sex, nightmares, panic attacks, slow burn
Sanctuary – DiscontentedWinter
Peter/Stiles
56,524 words
The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves. It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.
alternate universe, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, PTSD
Warning: Contents Are Under Pressure – Shey
Chris/Peter/Stiles
68,690 words
God, Stiles needed more Adderall. And a nap. And a good fuck. Possibly not in that order.
Recent NYU grad, and new law clerk, Stiles Stilinski is sixty-five hours into a very long work week, the latest in a string of very long work weeks. He’s suffering from a terrible case of no-time-to-jerk-off, and a shared apartment with painfully thin walls. To top it off, his entitled bastard of a boss seems to have missed the memo on personal space. If he doesn’t get some quality time with his right hand, and soon, he’s going to end up fired, or evicted.
Unfortunately, his roommate is forever getting in the way of his plans, and it turns out his boss is just plain trouble with a capital T.
au: lawyer, au: office, kink: bondage, kink: Dom/sub, kink: spanking, panic attacks
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
Windows – dr_girlfriend
Derek/Stiles
83,017 words
Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.
Excerpt:
“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.
“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”
“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.
“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”
“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”
“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”
alternate universe, blind character, disability, found family, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, panic attacks, slow burn
And You Say You’re Alone – taelynhawker
Derek/Stiles
30,314 words
Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter's untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between him and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.
found family, hurt/comfort, injury recovery, panic attacks, PTSD
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
Gag Order – Anonymous
Derek/Stiles
3,515 words
Derek and Stiles try to introduce a gag into their sex life. Stiles gets triggered.
hurt/comfort, kink: BDSM, panic attacks, tw: child abuse
How Not to Be a Virgin Sacrifice by Stiles Stilinski – bookjunkie1975
Peter/Stiles
7,681 words
In which Stiles is a damsel in distress, acquires a unicorn and loses his virginity. A lot.
crack, panic attacks
Mated – otter
Derek/Stiles
37,712 words
Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn't like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale.
au: pornstars, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, slow burn
paint it black (please don’t, rainbows are so much nicer) – WindyRein
Peter/Stiles
5,322 words
He's ten when his soulmate slips into a coma. He's eleven when he sees his soulmate for the first time. He's sixteen when he actually meets his soulmate.
age difference, au: soulmates/soulmarks, character death, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, tw: self-harm
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
this world is cracked & crazy – Sa_kun
Derek/Stiles
42,720 words
Stiles runs away from his old pack on a Monday. He meets his dad for the first time on a Sunday, and he falls in love on a Thursday.
hurt/comfort, intersex character, panic attacks, slow burn, tw: rape/noncon
When the Wolf Bites – forestofbabel
Derek/Stiles
34,538 words
"Are you a cop?" the man asked hesitantly.
“Uh, no. I just work reception,” Stiles said, tugging nervously at his hoodie. There was something about this man that made his anxiety start to build. Normally Stiles was great at charming the people who walk into the station, even calming down the angry moms. “We’ve been understaffed for years so I help out where I can. You needed something?”
“I need to file a missing person’s report.”
alternate universe, panic attacks, PTSD