#i don't think stilinski is hard to spell

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Stiles: If we have a child, I think they should take your last name.

Derek: I have two questions, the first question: why my last name?

Stiles: It's shorter and easier to spell.

Derek: That's a good point, second question, WHY WOULD WE HAVE A CHILD TOGETHER? WE AREN'T DATING OR ANYTHING.

Stiles: Damn! I knew I was forgetting something.

[cgsf]

Teen Wolf fanfiction recs:

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski [Part 7]

"The Education of Mr. Stilinksi" (E) by zoemathemata | 5,746 | Derek Hale is going to hell courtesy of Stiles Stilinkski and his oral fixation.

"His Favorite Nephew" (M) by Anonanonanonana | 1,348 | Peter Hale was never good at following directions if he saw a better way. But he always liked Stiles' plans. That's what made him his favorite.

"Wake Up Dead" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 12,453 | Stiles becomes a vampire at the very beginning of his relationship with Derek. Suddenly he's immortal, and everything changes.

"Red" (M) by ZainClaw | 4,371 | “If you try anything,” the alpha warns him, “I’ll rip your throat out. With my teeth.” Stiles laughs drily, tilting his head to the side. “Likewise.”

"I Will Wait At Your Door" (T) by entanglednow | 2,142 | It turns out that getting between werewolves and hunters is not a good look for him.

"Returning the Favor" (T) by aurevell | 5,164 | Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

"where we both could live" (M) by aurevell | 16,865 | Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment. His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

"The Bite" (M) by LeeHan | 6,601 | The first time Stiles was offered the bite, he said no, but the universe only gave him the courtesy of asking so many times. When the inevitability of the bite catches up with him, Stiles has to face his new nature. Luckily, he has Derek by his side every step of the way.

"Gonna Write a Classic" (M) by jezziejay | 6,607 | The sexploits that Stiles writes about aren’t autobiographical. There’s never been anything overtly salacious about his own sexlife, nothing that was ever going to be screenplayed for a porno, but he still has a very creative imagination to work with. Usually. Tragically, and frighteningly, his imagination has gone rogue on him. It’s broken, flatlined, missing.

"In Desperate Times" (M) by Nokomis | 3,454 | Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he's in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.

"In From The Cold" (T) by alocalband | 3,256 | Stiles stands on the doorstep of the Hale house, bouncing on the balls of his feet in an attempt to stay warm in the freezing night air, and tries to tell himself that this isn’t a bad idea. And it isn’t. It’s an absolutely horrible one.

"Begin Again" (T) by alocalband | 2,852 | Derek loses control of his full shift. This honestly wouldn't be an issue if Stiles hadn't shown up and made it one.

"Yes is a World" (M) by jezziejay | When the nemeton casts a protection spell over Beacon Hills, Stiles can finally go to college. Derek thinks this might be a good thing.

"Long Time No See" (T) by BarlowGirl | 3,294 | “Hi,” Stiles says when Derek opens the door. Stiles who Derek hasn’t seen in almost seven years. Stiles who his own father hasn’t seen in six years.

"but we were something (don't you think so?)" (E) by Melpomene | 9,127 | "This was a mistake," Derek declares. "Here," he tosses the car keys to Stiles, "go home. I'll take the acorn and plant it." "Deaton said it had to be us!" Stiles protests. "That's why I'm here, because -" Derek rolls his eyes. "Deaton told you that so you'd come, because he doesn't trust me." He pushes past Stiles. Once he has the stupid acorn and his phone, he'll just run to the coordinates and be done with it. Maybe after that he'll just keep running.

"Wedding Jitters" (G) by ladyblahblah | 318 | He wouldn't be Stiles if he weren't needlessly freaking out.

"Shifted" (T) by Wolfspurr | 25,074 | Of all the stupid things he’s ever done, Stiles is pretty sure this one takes the record, but it’s like a reflex that he just can’t stop. As soon as he sees the witch turn to face Derek, hand raised in Derek’s direction, he just jumps.

"Wake Up Dead" (E) 🔒 by bloodwrites | 12,453 | Stiles becomes a vampire at the very beginning of his relationship with Derek. Suddenly he's immortal, and everything changes.

"inventing monsters" (T) by creationmyth | 3,840 | Stiles scoffs, disbelieving and a little mean. “Yeah? What good things do you have, Derek?” He swallows, keeping the word trapped behind his teeth because if it slips through he will not be able to catch it, he curls the chain around its neck and binds it to the tree out front to bark and bark with no one to hear. He just looks at Stiles, and Stiles looks back at him, and Derek thinks it loud enough that Stiles blinks.

"maybe we got lost in translation" (E) by creationmyth | 8,464 | The night’s spent branding each other’s names within the softest parts of their skin. Stiles has Derek’s name on his inner thighs, the base of his spine, spelled out in purple and blue along the space where his abdomen flexes under every light touch, down the tendon in his neck, above his heart. Derek has Stiles’ name in the fabric of his t-shirt, tucked within the band of his boxers, blended within the cotton and polyester, he’s got it on the back of his tongue and flashing behind his eyelids when he blinks. Stiles feels Derek in his bone marrow and knows that the remnants of himself are circling the drain as Derek runs the shower.

"ash is our purest form" (M) by creationmyth | 15,350 | In all honesty, Derek isn’t sure he wants to meet Stiles. From the word of fellow Berkeley attendees, it’s either a blessing or a curse to be acquainted with him. Stiles is both ends of two extremes, offering no middle ground and taking no prisoners. He heard from his dormmate Jackson that the guy is a total train wreck. He put it like this: All you need to know about Stilinski are the three S’s: spastic, stoner, slut.

"mosaic" (M) by creationmyth | 6,670 | “I’m starving,” he croaks, words whispered and cracking at the edges. “You were gone for a long time,” Derek replies in what sounds like agreement. Like he knows that Stiles is hungry. It feels like everyone knows.

"Dude, Werewolves" (E) by mysecretashes | 29,623 | Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

"with the darkness fed" (NR) by Rena | 2,835 | It takes him several tries to dial the right number; his hands are slippery with blood (warm and sticky and bright red) and his entire body is shaking with the aftermath of puking his guts out, his breath is burning in his lungs and the phone keeps eluding his grasp.

"You Fit Me Better" (G) by Rena | 5,210 | Five times Stiles and Derek ended up wearing each others clothes on accident, and one time it's deliberate.

"The Difficult Kind" 🔒 (E) by whiskey_in_tea | 73,676 | Stiles is also trying to work on leaving shit alone, sometimes, but he can’t help himself when it occurs to him: they should take a road trip. They’ll have a bro bonding experience. Stiles can work out his weird Derek-related pseudo-crush issues once and for all, get trapped in a car with the dude and his farts and realize that all of the perfect abs and thick eyebrows and secret bleeding hearts in the world aren’t enough to make up for Derek’s particular brand of crazy.

"Bruised Like Violets" (E) by Melpomene | 236,381 | Stiles stares at the ceiling, completely flabbergasted. Derek Hale wants him. For real. This isn’t another Lydia situation, where he needs to pine and slowly try to work his way in from the edges of someone’s life. Derek likes him already. Derek is nice to him. Derek answers his questions and his texts and buys him magical things.

"Sacred Oasis" (E) by Melpomene | 4,643 | "I don't have a bathtub," Derek says, and oh now Stiles gets it. He gets all of it, actually. If he were a simpler person, he would demand that Derek admit that he's here because of safety and trust and a bunch of other girly emotions. Maybe Stiles would saucily ask "what's in it for me" and play coy.

"The Moon Gave Me Permission" (E) by Melpomene | 57,572 | “I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” Scott says, eyeing Stiles’ fries. “But Derek Hale is back in town. I saw him at the gas station the other day.” This piques Stiles’ interest. Oh yes it does. Like any good true crime aficionado, Stiles has his favourite case. His pet cold case. His hometown murder. The thing he brings up when he’s tired of small talk and just wants to get real: the Hale Family Fire and the Suicide of Katherine Argent.

"Desperately trying to figure out why the kamikaze pilots wore helmets" (M) by DaintyBoots | 1,548 | Brant was an expert at the swing, see, you had to time it just right, no hesitation. Wouldn’t want the damned creature to start healing half way through. So it had to be clean, quick. But this time, this time he supposed it was different. For one thing, it wasn’t some defecting rogue omega they caught running rampant around the forest. This one took timing, surveillance, careful planning. Alphas aren’t known to be easy to kill.

"Just Once" (T) by isthatbloodonhisshirt | 1,388 | “Did you literally just imply that while you were living in New York, you spent your weekends as a stripper?” “No,” Derek said. “No you didn’t imply it, or no you didn’t spend your weekends as a stripper?” Stiles asked. “You need to clarify here, because that wasn’t at all clear, and there is an important distinction because inquiring minds need to know. And by inquiring minds, I mean me, my mind, I need to know.”

"Low-Grade Mystical Shenanigans" (M) by wildhoneypie | 3,543 | Stiles is flushed and his shoulders are broad and he’s out of breath and he’s got that blood-and-spice rack smell of magic all over him, and over it all, there’s the smell of sex, like Stiles had been rolling around with someone just minutes ago and had run directly out of bed to the woods to do blood magic for his werewolf friends. The newness of Stiles’s body and his smells makes Derek’s brain buzz in a kind of electric stupor. He looks good.

"we do not dare to hope" (M) by xylodemon | 1,124 | Stiles helped open this door. All he can do now is wait to see what comes through it.

"i can't trust anyone or anything these days" 🔒(E) by wolfinglet | 700 | Stiles has words in his mouth. He puts them on Derek's skin. He's not the only one.

"Parked" (E) by xylodemon | 1,067 | The back of the jeep isn't really big enough for this kind of thing.

"hold my heart (it's beating for you anyway)" (M) by xylodemon | 1,667 | His name is Stiles, and it's nothing like Derek expected.

"Disposition" (E) by Tulikettu | 56,104 | Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch. So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it? Derek needs a partner for his rut. What a coincidence.

"Waxing" (E) by Tulikettu | 41,237 | The Hale land in Beacon Hills is being contended. Derek needs to prove he's not going anywhere. And the best way to do that, according to Deaton, is to have an heir. But they don't just grow on trees.

"The Great Grindr Incident" (E) by ColetheWolf & "The Great Grindr Follow Up" (T) by luciferswearingmetoprom | 2,347 | It's late at night & Stiles wants to find somebody on Grindr to jerk off with. Unbeknownst to him, Stiles accidentally finds himself sexting with Derek.

"Hallow's Warmth" 🔒 (M) by raisesomehale | 6,823 | Derek and Cora own the little coffee shop downtown, Stiles is the regular and talkative client that Derek may or may not be infatuated with, and the cold weather is extremely inconvenient considering it dusts Stiles' cheeks with a rosy shade of red and causes his breath to frost over in white puffs whenever he laughs.

"All I Want For Christmas, Is You" (E) by raisesomehale | 6,513 | Stiles and Derek have managed to keep up a reasonably active text-ship for the last few years (heavily due to Stiles’ undying persistence on the matter) but Derek’s recent inclination to jump around between continents paired with Stiles’ grueling school schedule has resulted in them not having been in the same room since Stiles left for Brown the summer after he graduated. The sight of him is like whiplash.

"summer tang" (M) by raisesomehale | 12,686 | It shouldn't come as a surprise to find Stiles now grown, it's been seven years after all, but it does come as a surprise to find Stiles has grown into... This. Toned and pretty thing.

"7 Minutes In Heaven" (T) by raisesomehale | 979 | “This is stupid,” Derek grumbles in lieu of a response, trying to point his body in a way that’ll keep it from brushing against Stiles' lithe front. He doesn’t succeed in the slightest. Stiles lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Our fellow party goers don’t seem to think so."

"Play It Cool" (T) by raisesomehale | 639 | “Ok, this is probably going to sound pathetic - no, it’s definitely gonna sound pathetic, but…” he nibbles on his bottom lip and leans forward more, like he’s about to tell Derek a secret. As he does, Derek gets a small whiff of clean sweat and faded laundry detergent. “I’m trying to convince my friends I’m a sex god, would you mind writing a fake number on this napkin for me real quick?”

"reGuardless" (M) by raisesomehale | 3,474 | The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job. Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited. The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

"Thrill (like white-hot wire)" (M) by raisesomehale | 4,291 | Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he'll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.

"the poets are right" (E) by endversed | 204,444 | “You need to get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.” Derek pauses a moment, his nostrils flaring just a second before his eyes flash burning red, his entire face screwing up in this expression of pure disgust that sends a shiver down Stiles’ spine. “Christ, and you’re a human? A human omega? What kind of fucking moron breaks into a werewolves’ house when they’re just a weak fucking human?”

"Oblivion for Two" (E) by publicdecency | 210,279 | “I’ll pay you to stop going around with other werewolves.” Stiles pushes Derek’s hand off of him, and Derek lets him. Stiles sits up. Derek sits up. They stare at one another. Stiles tries to laser through right to his dumb idiot fucking brain. “What did you just say?”

"i see that you've come so far [just like them old stars]" (G) by crossroadswrite | 2,304 | Everyone reaches for Derek in some form or another, but Stiles- Stiles is something different altogether because he reaches for Derek but he never makes contact.

"That's Why He Lets Him In" (E) by alisvolatpropiis | 12,446 | Some days he thinks he hears it when Stiles is miles and miles away, well beyond range for even his werewolf hearing. He thinks it might mean he’s finally going crazy after so many years of solitude, but that doesn’t stop him from liking it, even though he’d never admit it to anyone, if he had anyone to admit things to.

"breathe you in" (E) by forpony | 4,694 | How Stiles and Derek become weed buddies.

"All Taken Care Of" 🔒 (T) by elisera | 640 | “Don’t worry about it, okay? That was the first thing I got rid of once I had the pattern down.” “You what?”

"Recover, Reclaim, Retain" 🔒 (T) by elisera | 838 | Derek stumbles through the camp half-blind, head feeling like cotton and knees trembling, the spell on him making sure he can’t fight the warlock leading him by a chain and he can’t--, can’t even fucking smell--. “No, no, no!” a voice suddenly says next to Derek and there is a hand fisting in Derek’s shirt, jerking him to a stop. “This one’s mine.”

"Your Burning Sun" 🔒 (E) by elisera | 2,904 | “We gotta stop meeting like this,” Stiles says, wrapping his arms around Derek’s shoulders and tipping his hips up and forward until they meet Derek’s. A pleased sound escapes Derek; they’re both already half-hard, the scent of Stiles’ arousal filling the night air, thankfully drowning out the smell of the dumpster next to them.

"The Last Chills of Winter" (E) by LeeHan | 42,525 | “He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense. “Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk. “What? No,” Derek growled. “Was he hot?” “No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

"There'll Be A Future Down The Road" (T) by clotpolesonly | 6,885 | “Derek,” Stiles croaks. “What are you doing here?” The scowl deepens. “You break into my house after four years of nothing, collapse on my floor covered in blood, and then have the gall to ask me what I’m doing here?”

"all things together and under the earth" (E) by ahab2692 | 120,946 | In which a ragtag gang of teenagers somehow becomes Derek's pack. And in which pack somehow becomes synonymous with family. There's murder and mayhem, and a briefcase full of money, and the rebuilding of a home, and bruises and love bites, and tangled webs of private lives. And somewhere in the middle of all of this, Derek falls in love with the sheriff's son.

"Through Myself and Back Again" (G) by Green | 2,808 | If Derek hadn't reached out, Stiles probably would have burned and burned until nothing was left.

"The Light in the Woods" (M) by DiscontentedWinter | 36,507 | To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.

"Must Be Bunnies" 🔒 (T) by Jerakeen | 780 | “You will see the real animal within!” the hunter had crowed, and Stiles had pictured a bloodbath. Not… this.

"Inhuman History" (E) by Amazonia_8 | 36,776 | Stiles doesn't remember much about what happened the night he was to be introduced to the mysterious Hale family. He knows his mother is dead, but nobody can tell him why. He thinks it might have something to do with the things that happen to him, or that he can make happen, even though he's never been able to control it.

"Happy Birthday Mr. Hale" (E) by mikkimouse | 33,349 | He expected some level of chaos to greet him. He did not expect to see Stiles standing shirtless in the living room, wearing a sparkly tiara on his head and a pink tutu over his jeans, holding Mia's tea set in one hand and a plastic sword in the other.

"Come Hell or High Water" 🔒 (E) by blacktofade | 14,140 | As an alpha, Derek goes into heat, which means he has to deal with endless amounts of saliva at any given point.

"love always wakes a dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere" (E) by decideophobia | 7,124 | “Anyway,” Stiles is saying, as Derek tunes in again. “Everyone’s busy and I don’t wanna spend Valentine’s being pitied by my dad, and you have your Forever Alone thing going on, so I figured we might spend Valentine’s being alone together.”

"when you walk your body through mine" (E) by decideophobia | 1,146 | Derek’s hands are on him, following patterns across his skin only he knows. It’s maddening, touch alternating between feathery-light and firm. Stiles is so turned on he can’t think straight, can’t help the tiny, hungry, choked off noises that tumble out of his mouth.

"The Rest of Your Life" (T) by paradis | 4,168 | “Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake. “I think I’m probably not straight,” he says suddenly. And Derek says, “I ripped down the whole top floor of the house this morning thinking about Laura.”

"Of Witches and Werewolves" (E) by alexenglish | 8,713 | “I need you to have sex with Derek Hale like yesterday,” Lydia says, slamming her bag down on the table with more force than strictly necessary, mouth a tight line of displeasure. Stiles chokes on his boxed apple juice, sputtering, limbs flailing. “Say it louder,” Stiles hisses, leaning forward so they can talk in low tones. “I don’t think they heard you in the back.”

"A Hollow Space" (E) by velveteenshadowboxer | 4,212 | That last week of summer in the year before his mother succumbs to her illness and his father turns to the drink, Stiles finally graduates from squashing insects and sticking cats’ heads on poles and directs his attention to more challenging prey.

"Give you that thing you can't even imagine" 🔒 (E) by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 11,014 | Mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.

"Happily Ever After" (G) by all-or-nothing-baby | 1,733 | He'd recognise that voice anywhere; would know it in a sea of a thousand others. He slowly turned on his heel to find its owner sitting in Derek's favourite tree.

"Ruined" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 8,442 | Derek notices how the darkness inside Stiles is affecting him and decides to do something about it.

"Just hold me." (E) by bonerkiller | 1,286 | "Just hold me, you big lug," Stiles demands and Derek's arms tighten their hold around him, a pleased hum leaving him as he presses himself against Derek. Derek presses his face into Stiles's hair and a rumble rolls through his chest like something similar to a cat's purr. Stiles smiles against his husband's skin.

"Let It Burn Fast" 🔒 (E) by RurouniHime | 32,562 | “So.” Stiles rubs his thighs, snaps his fingers again restlessly and looks around. “Thoughts? Comments? Revisions you’d like to submit for consideration?” Derek weighs it. “Stiles, are you asking me to have sex with you for the good of the pack?”

"You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would" (NR) by alice9 | 38,837 | The Hales didn’t like him. He didn’t like them either. And for fifteen years he made it a point to have as little interaction with them as possible. It comes as a shock then, when Derek Hale turns up at his door one night, screaming baby in his arms, asking for help.

"A Functioning Adult’s Field Guide to Enemies With Benefits" (E) by BisexualGoblin | 31,433 | The six years Stiles was away for college, he certainly missed a lot—namely the whole best friend turned into a werewolf thing. But he didn’t think he missed enough to get replaced by a douche bag like Derek Hale. Now with Scott’s wedding looming, it’s the perfect chance for Stiles to show Derek who the real brains of the operation is. If only he could stop jumping into bed with him...

"Something With Explosions" (T) by suburbanmotel | 5,027 | Derek has become, for lack of a better word, untethered. Unmoored in time and space, flitting here and there and back again. It’s unnerving, disorienting, terrifying, educational. Apparently he missed a lot of things the first time around.

"Fine" (M) by suburbanmotel | 12,970 | Supernatural entities. Grievous bodily harm. Massive blood loss. Risking life and limb for others. Ongoing existential angst and questioning the very meaning of existence. In other words, just another ordinary day for Derek. It’s fine.

"Just What We All Need" (M) by Black_Calliope | 1,890 | Every single time, Derek lets Stiles in.

"With Blood on Your Teeth" (E) by Melpomene | 56,871 | When his dad speaks, it's in a carefully neutral voice. "You saw two wolves tonight." "One wolf," Stiles corrects. "The other was messed up. It had a wolf face, yes, but it was..." He trails off, not sure how to describe the wrongness of it. The way its muscles moved beneath its skin, rippling and bulging unnaturally. "It wasn't right."

"LUST (Love & Unresolved Sexual Tension)" (M) by theroguesgambit | 8,278 | The pack has to deal with an incubus.

"Incandescent" (M) by Hedwig221b | 7,290 | “You are trying to court our alpha,” sang Lydia. “Surely you realize that he does not reciprocate.” “He doesn’t stop it.” There was no point in lying. Paige was courting Derek. She would be a fool not to.

"Bare Hands, Scarlet Dawn" (M) by Hedwig221b | 3,484 | “With your bare hands, baby?” Derek chuckled quietly. “Damn.” And Stiles… laughed. It was short and stiff, full of disbelief and something raw under its skin. But, god, only Derek could make him laugh when his entire world was crumbling down.

"Just A Game" (M) by Hedwig221b | 1,839 | The gold on Stiles’ ring finger shined in the streetlights as he nodded. He sucked on his bloody lip — god, Stiles would never realize how much of a tease he was — and folded his arms around himself. He would wait, Derek knew it. Even if they convicted him or if it took years, Stiles would wait. He would never lie with another. He would never let anyone close.

"Birds of a Feather Fuck Together" (E) by calrissian18 | 26,144 | Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world's betrayed him and Derek's having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

"Alpha Hale's #1 Fan" (T) by calrissian18 | 4,052 | Stiles trips a curse that makes him agree with everything Derek says. It's great. Until it isn't.

"Lace and Cologne" by Melpomene | 3,093 | Derek leans in close, then, his nose pressed against Stiles’ neck. He inhales slowly, almost like he’s savoring Stiles’ scent. “Did you want me? Like, back in Beacon Hills, did you want me?” Stiles asks, even though he knows the answer already. He just wants to hear it.

"Heliotropism" (M) by Waddiwasii | 857 | Like a flower rotating towards the light of the sun, so Stiles wants to follow Derek. But Stiles is no flower, no, he is a tree, and so he stays rooted; branches chained as he lies in wait for the sun to rise again.

"Backwoods Revival" (E) by Waddiwasii | 4,327 | Stiles had expected a lot of things when reluctantly agreeing to go on a camping trip. Bugs, for one, and maybe also one or two Kumbayas - courtesy of Scott - in front of the campfire. He had not expected his libido to make a raring comeback after months of being on hiatus, leaving him with the boners of all boners while sharing a tent with Derek freaking Hale.

"Tipping Point" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,283 | “I knew it,” Derek mumbles. “Excuse you, Jon Snow,” Stiles replies, because no one ever taught him the appropriate response to coming in one's own pants. “You know nothing.”

"Fusion" (E) by Waddiwasii | 462 | "I give it like a minute tops." The sound of a zipper cutting through the air, a cold chill against his heated skin, fingers curling around his- "Yeah, make that thirty seconds."

"The Life Expectancy of a Fluorescent Bulb" (M) by suburbanmotel | 10,492 | “Do you need a ride?” Derek says. The light over their heads is flashing rapidly now but no one else seems to notice. “You offering?” Derek shrugs, not looking away. “Sure. You look like you need one.”

"Better Off (Un) Dead" (M) by suburbanmotel | 5,971 | The night before the day before Halloween, Stiles loses a fight with a vampire, eats an unfortunate amount of candy, and falls in love with a newly turned zombie werewolf. Surprisingly, the candy thing is the worst part of the deal.

"One life stand" (E) by Vendelin | 3,858 | Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

"You make a first impression" (T) by Vendelin | 1,900 | Derek winces, as Stiles slides up next to him, and throws an arm over his shoulder. He’s wearing a pink party hat, and is holding a half-empty solo cup. “Derek,” he breathes, seemingly awestruck. “I didn’t think you’d show up!”

"Little talks" (M) by Vendelin | 5,387 | “Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.” Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.” It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realise that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.

"Yield" 🔒 (M) by frek | 987 | It's early in the morning and Derek wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"you know what really steams my soymilk?" (T) by HalfFizzbin | 1,082 | Derek finds a job, and Stiles finds Derek delightful.

"just once" (E) by stilinskisparkles | 20,583 | “I’m your bodyguard!” “Yeah, I know, and I get that you’re worried I am somehow living under the illusion you are Kevin Costner and I’m Whitney Houston, but Derek?” Stiles grabs his tie before Derek can stop him, pulls him close enough to murmur in his ear, “I can’t sing.”

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"love & other simple things" (E) by sarcasticfishes | 5,997 | Five things Derek didn't know about Stiles, and one thing he knew better than anyone.

That's 100!

[asterekmess]

Hi, Tali! If you don't mind answering, what do you think of the Jewish Stilinski / Gajos Family headcanon? What about the headcanon of Stiles with ADHD and autism? Finally, do you have headcanons focused on Teen Wolf werewolf culture? For example, I find it interesting that, based on ravens and their symbiotic relationship with wolves, werewolves think of ravens as good luck charms or even allies. Perhaps, they will call someone particularly close to them who is not supernatural, their raven. I don't know. I find the apparent hatred, or reluctance, that the series portrayed for born werewolves rather sad. Thank you so much.

There's a lot of questions here, so i'll go through them one at a time!

Jewish Stilinski/Gajos Family headcanon: It's not one I personally follow; while i like to try and incorporate a little more polish culture with the Stilinski family, I don't really do religious aspects (and yes i know that you can be culturally jewish without being religiously jewish, but it's also not part of how I view him). But i do love the idea, and of course heavily support others bringing it to life for themselves! Admittedly, if I were to make anyone in tw jewish, I usually see Coach as jewish? I don't even know why? It's just permanently there in my brain. o.O But I think that there's a lot of depth you could go into making Stiles/the Stilinski/the Gajos family jewish, and so much that could be added to his character and his parents that way! ADHD & Autistic Stiles: I'm assuming you're specifically talking about him being ADHD AND Autistic, since the ADHD part is canon. And again, while it's not something I personally see/headcanon, I'm still very supportive of others hc'ing it. Autistic characters are rare, and well-written autistic characters even more so. Rep in general for Autistic people is abysmally hard to find if you're looking for canon rep, so I have no hardships with those who hc they're way into getting some. There's plenty of things/behaviors/ideas about Stiles that would support that hc, and people exploring that is awesome! I mean, honestly there's not really headcanons that I don't support, since they're headcanons and people can think whatever it is they wanna think. XD Whether or not I share those headcanons is a wildly different story. XD

Headcanons focused on TW werewolf culture/customs: I have SO MANY. The problem is that I have so many, and they're such integral parts of how I view things, that it's genuinely hard for me to identify what my hc's are, because they're basically canon to me. There's pack bonds being a real, magical thing with physical effects on wolves (this isn't canon, despite what cora says about losing pack members being like losing limbs, and what they say in s2 about packs with more wolves being literally stronger faster, etc. They never say a pack BOND is a thing). There's the Alpha Imperative to protect and care for the pack like essentially a parent, paralleling real life pack structures. That it's not about being dominant, it's about being a Guardian/Caretaker for the rest of the pack. That there's a reason why someone wouldn't WANT to be an Alpha, that there's some kind of downside to all that power, or at least a responsibility that some wouldn't be willing to deal with. The idea that werewolves can't use magic. that you can either be magic, or have magic, and since werewolves ARE magic, they can't control it, unless it's werewolf specific, like the stuff with their claws, etc. So a werewolf couldn't cast a spell, but a witch could. The idea that having control isn't about Not Shifting, it's about being able to CHOOSE whether you shift or not. A fully shifted werewolf isn't less in control than a non-shifted one. If a non-shifted wolf CAN"T shift? They have no control, just as a wolf who can't HELP shifting has no control. True Control is about being Balanced in your ability to choose which way you sway in the shift. And continuing on from that, there's the idea that Werewolves aren't half wolf, half human. They're ALL werewolf, and there's no inner wolf they're fighting for control with or humanity to cling to. There's just…Them. Bitten wolves have new urges that they might Personify as an inner wolf, but especially bitten wolves DONT have that, because why would they? Heightened senses/alternative forms of communication being a THING for werewolves. They go off scent, sure, but also they speak with Body language and read emotions in your stance. That Derek and the Hales might not actually be so damn succinct and non-communicative as everyone assumes, and maybe they're just speaking a different language? Shifting as a general form of communication and behavior. The same as smiling or glaring, having eye flashes and showing fang being a Part of how they talk. It's not necessarily intimidation tactics, it's just…another form of squinting their eyes or winking or whatever other facial expressions humans use? They just have more options bc they have more facial features to work with. Full moons being a sort of….not holiday, but a Custom to werewolves. It's not just a horrific night of torture and pain. It's a night when wolves feel powerful and full of energy and magic and whether they have full moon runs or bonfire nights or parties, or even just mandatory pack nights, having the full moon mean something other than agony. Having a CONNECTION to the moon! Whether they see it as a deity or in general have a cultural respect for nature as a whole or just Feeling something standing in the moonlight, full moon or not. This thing that's so huge to them, having some other effects/meaning something to them!

There's loads more, but i also like your idea about ravens and connections to wolves! I actually have a wip that talks a lot about that concept ^_^ And you're right, it was really sad and disappointing that a show that was supposed to be about werewolves, treated them like the enemy and every glimpse we got into their culture just revealed more violence and hatred and viciousness and just....2 dimensional animalistic propaganda bullshit. Half the stories we heard about werewolves came from hunters! Also, apologies that this response keeps getting longer, tumblr wasn't letting me fucking post the reply bc i guess it was too long?

[oldfangirl81]

Brightside, Chapter 2

Fandom: Teen Wolf, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Rating: Mature but don't go beyond canon violence

Relationships: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: The night continues with a trip to ER and a few surprise visitors.

(This is now a fix it for S4 finale.)

I had a nice comment this week on Ch1 so I wanted to update sooner rather than later.

Notes: This fic will now become a fix-it for the S4 finale. While I actually thought the finale was fantastic I still am happy this fic has an easy built in fix. I’m leaning towards just a magical fix instead of making him a wolf but we’ll see. Also, I decided to now to go evil Deaton, so instead Jennifer Blake will get the blame for some issues with Derek’s wolf. Hope you still enjoy this.

Song Inspiration:

Shut Me Up by Nicky Youre

Maybe you love me, but maybe not enough

Maybe you need me, or maybe I'm too much

I'm overcomplicated, I can't explain it, I tell myself that

You might not feel the same and that's killin' me, so spell it out

'Cause I-I-I-I, I'm overthinkin'

I-I-I-I, so help me out

Just kiss my lips and shut mе up

Just pull me in, it's obvious

I need some therapy

'Causе knowin' me, I think too much

Jumpstart my heart and make it stay

I'm runnin' out of ways to say

I'm sick of overthinkin'

Kiss my lips and shut me up

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Stiles really didn’t want to have to worry about why Derek and whoever were coming to Austin. But now that things calmed down a little he couldn’t help but worry what happened on the hellmouth now. The last Stiles knew Derek was in agreement with Scott and his dad on keeping Stiles at the fringes of everything. It didn’t seem to matter that at this point Stiles had more training then Scott. None of them where the same inexperienced teenagers but it was only Stiles that seemed to be unable to shake that label.

“You okay, kid?” asked Gabriel. He could tell the younger man was disturbed and wondered if he contributed to it. “I’m sorry I didn’t know there was an Argent in town.”

“Not your fault but I am surprised nobody made note of her married name in her file.”

“They may have but I’ve had no reason to go looking. She hadn’t done anything until today to even put her on my radar.” Gabriel was frustrated and disgusted.

Not a single Argent clan member should be working in law enforcement in his opinion. He had zero faith that they would actually follow the rules when they hold the loosest to the hunter’s code. Even the Calveras were better if he had to pick a hunting clan to work with. But even then the trust was very limited. He would want them to know if something happened and Carlos had to be bitten. Gabriel really hoped that never needs to happen because with their bloodline odds would be high of Carlos becoming a spontaneous Alpha. Gabriel didn’t believe in the lore around “true alpha” but his family did still have a rise of a beta rising to Alpha without taking a spark from someone else. He just wasn’t sure his son has what it takes to lead a pack. But that is borrowing trouble from something that will hopefully never happen.

“Whatever, I don’t blame you.” Stiles said drawing the other man out of his head again. “Sorry you have to do the big reveal with Carlos and TK.” Stiles was still trying hard to ignore the growing panic of Derek Hale being in the same town as an Argent again. Well an Argent that wasn’t Chris, who last Stiles knew was still in Europe. He check with Danny later when talking about everything else.

“Ranger Reyes, your son is about to be discharged. He said to give you the exam report for the case.” She handed the paperwork to Stiles who was still in uniform. “They’ll be out momentarily for you to take home.”

“Thank you, Sally.”

“Do you want me to pick up donuts on the way to your house? It is almost 7am.” Stiles couldn’t believe how the night both flew by and seemed to never end. So many questions. So much paperwork still to be done. At least he didn’t have to lie on most of the reports that it was a magical alert system that told him about Carlos. They were still figuring out the mundane explanation but most of the just came from Ranger Reyes using his special division powers.

“No need. Andrea has already started cooking a large brunch since I wasn’t sure if anyone ate dinner last night either. She stress cooks like you so hope your hungry.”

“Well I won’t ever turn down any of your better half’s cooking.”

TK pushed a wheelchair containing a grumbling Carlos over to the two men.

“He is off work for at least two weeks according to the doctor. He was a little puzzled by the way the injury was showing signs of being a couple days into the healing process.”

All three men turned to look at a blushing Stiles with suspicion. Stiles was hoping they got out of the hospital quicker because he could tell TK and Carlos were getting impatient wanting answer. Or a distraction to put it off even longer.

“STILINSKI! Why did we track you down to a hospital after the panicked use of pack bonds earlier?”

Maybe Stiles should have been a little more specific on what distraction would have been okay.

“Jackass? What are you doing in Austin?” Stiles stared feeling like this was the start of a train wreck that he could do nothing to stop. He could feel a panic attack starting to build.

“Derek, Ethan, Eli and I are here to talk to you. Some stuff has been discovered that you really need to know. But now how bad are you injured?” Jackson did give Carlos, TK and Gabriel a glance but was more focused on Stiles.

“Officer Stilinski was not injured when rescued my son from a serial killer. I’m Ranger Reyes, the father of the man he saved. Now I’d appreciate it if you could take a step back from Officer Stilinski.” Gabriel made sure his badge was clearly visible.

“SERIAL KILLER!” Jackson inhaled trying to see if he could scent any blood on Stiles. Or even the killers scent to hunt down in the future. Nobody hurt his pack’s...well whatever Stiles was to the pack. “No injury? Derek is going to loose his shit. We might want to wait to tell him.”

“Why would he care that much?” asked Stiles. He remembered the last few conversations with the Alpha clearly.

“Who is Derek?” asked Carlos feeling loopy from the meds and head injury. But he still didn’t remember Stiles even hinting that he was in a relationship. But again the other man kept his cards close to his chest.

“The Alpha and UST buddy for almost a decade now.”

TK mouthed the words ‘UST buddy’ to Carlos in amusement.

“Jackson! I told you to wait for us.”

There in the hospital doorway was the one very attractive papa wolf holding his sleepy adorable pup. Ethan was right behind rolling his eyes at his impatient husband who had gone ahead.

“Oh.” TK and Carlos couldn’t help but appreciate the man before them. It did help make things a little clearer about Officer Stilinski while opening up even more questions.

Before Stiles could find his words Derek carefully handed off Eli to Jackson. Then wrapped an arm around Stiles waist pulling him into an embrace. Stiles let out a very manly squeak. With his other hand Derek stroked Stiles cheek as he leaned forward pressing their lips together. The kiss was deepened quickly by both men. A whimper was heard when they broke apart but nobody knew which made the sound.

Stiles tried pushing Derek away in worry. “Jackson, did you let your alpha come to Austin while under a spell?”

Derek took Stiles chin in his hand so they were making eye contact. “It is the opposite. When they tore down part of the school recently it included the classroom that the Darach used. It broke a spell she had anchored there. Her goal was to make me focus on her. Blake knew there was a mating bond in the early stages between the two of us. While her death ended most of the magic this one was physical anchored so it lasted longer.” Derek could see the disbelief and hope in Stiles eyes. “I am so sorry that I told you no before you came to Austin. The spell muted or blocked any feeling I had towards you.”

Stiles felt like his brain was blue screening. He desperately wanted to believe Derek but he also remember how painful it was before he came to Austin.

“I swear I came with my pack as soon as I could.” Derek hoped he wasn’t too late to have a chance with his mate.

“Uh, so I might not understand all that is happening right now but I think it would probably be better to move this to the Reyes house instead of a hospital lobby?” TK interrupted because he could tell this would go on for a while if he didn’t. They clearly had some issues to work out.

“Oh. Right. Other people exist.” Stiles fought the urge to hide his face in Derek’s shoulder. His very strong and shapely shoulders. What was he doing again.

“I would be honored for Alpha Hale and his pack to join us for a meal and explanations. Just follow us or text Stiles for the address.” Gabriel started herding everyone out of the hospital.

“The Hale pack is honored for the offer and will take you up on it.”

Jackson made a face at Eli over the ridiculousness, the younger boy giggled.

“I’ll ride with Gabriel so yeah just follow us.” Stiles reluctantly stepped back from Derek as they made their ways to the three cars. “See you soon.”

Gabriel patted Stiles shoulder unsure what this all meant. He weirdly felt this tied to the Argent in the territory but wasn’t sure how yet. Hopefully talking it all out would bring answers but first they needed food.

[anaisfinallywrites]

For the WIP Game:

You don't exist in my reality & Alpha!Stiles please ❤

Hello 😆 always knew you would be the first~

You don't exist in my reality

Ok, I don't want to be a downer but this story gets a little bit angsty. So, this is my reimagining how Alpha Derek phase/arc/whatever would have gone down a little bit different in some aspects. Maybe Stiles treated Derek a little better or maybe Derek trusts Stiles a little more, who knows?

Derek finds Isaac first, just like in canon [I have no idea what is canon, a word of warning] and Isaac looks injured and such and is trapped in the burial ground/pit. Derek saves him and obviously Isaac saw how strong Derek is but Derek didn't want to bite him yet. Derek asks whether Isaac wants to go back home, getting a violently negative response, he asks if Isaac knows Stiles Stilinski. To put it lightly, the Stilinski household temporarily turns into a house for orphans and strays... Isaac stays with the Stilinski's for a while, the abusive dad gets apprehended and then Isaac gets the bite and Stiles is in the pack even if Stiles thinks he's not an important part of Derek's pack.

Later into the story, Derek gets Erica and Boyd as betas and Scott is still his hostile sulky teenager self and during some MOTW, a witch was trying to aim for Derek but Stiles pushed him away and it got to Scott instead. Scott instantly falls into a magic coma of sorts.

Derek and Stiles drags Scott back to his house, Melissa was told what had happened. The Hale pack has rotations guarding Scott because they don't know what would happen. Derek lurks. Scott wakes up and he looks fine, he interacts with everybody just fine except Derek because he wasn't there.

Scott looks fine but he's still bedridden (this story heavily features Scott bed-bound even though I don't know what made him bed-bound when the magic spell only gives him delusions) and Derek thinks it's his fault and so he offers to stay around to look after Scott when Melissa is busy and the rest of the pack is at school.

One day, the moment of truth, Derek and Scott finally meet face-to-face after the spell. Scott looks pale and angry when faced with Derek. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Scott yelled at Derek. "YOU'RE DEAD!"

Derek was very confused, of course. You would think he would know if he was dead. Scott was screaming and yelling at Derek to leave him alone. Fucking Hales who can't leave people be when all they want is a normal life.

Derek left, found Melissa downstairs just back from work probably. He told Melissa he was leaving but the pack will still be around to see if Scott needs any help. Derek proceeds to ignore McCall house and only knows what's happening through his betas.

Stiles, of course, went to speak with Scott, talking about how Derek is quieter and looks kinda haunted lately. Scott was looking at his best friend oddly, "When did you even become friends with Derek? I thought he was dead."

Stiles side-eyes Scott for a long moment. "What the hell are you talking about? Derek is alive and well."

"No, he's not!" Cue loud argument and Stiles figuring out why Derek's been quiet and not engaging with their banter of late.

(I don't really know how this story ends because I don't see them having a cure for this delusion of Scott's. You see what I did there?)

Alpha Stiles AU

This is also another fic idea I adopted straight from AO3 and actually did get permission from the original writer to use it.

This is after the Nogitsune and Stiles came to Derek feeling insecure and tired and just wanting comfort from someone he trusts. Derek asks Stiles if he wanted to be a wolf so he could protect himself from demonic possession again, if he chooses to be a wolf he will instantly become an alpha werewolf because of his nature: caring for other people, loyal, making the hard decisions, protective, etc.

Stiles was all, "I need to think about it." Stiles discusses it with his dad and John/Noah is very supportive of the decision whatever Stiles chooses.

Stiles chooses to become a werewolf but he asks why Derek wants him as an alpha. Derek explains that he never saw Scott as alpha, not after the master plan. Derek believes in Stiles' capabilities and knows that he would not take advantage of anybody and will protect them with his life and Derek wants that kind of security and stability.

Derek bites Stiles and the change was pretty quick. Stiles awakens as an alpha but he is quickly very protective of Derek, his only beta at the moment because Scott just arrived to talk to Derek. Scott seeing Stiles an alpha was instantly angry about a rogue alpha being in his territory and not knowing about it.

Stiles is angry at Scott entering Derek's place without permission but also fearing Scott would take away his only beta: Derek. Derek calms Stiles down and Scott finds out that Derek was the one who turned Stiles despite not being alpha because he is evolved.

So, at this point, the original prompt ends there.

Scott storms away pissily because that's what he does best. Derek calms Stiles down and then tells him now that Scott knows, shits going to get problematic because they don't know who he's going to tell or what misinformation he's going to spread.

Other pack members probably comes to see for themselves that Stiles is now a werewolf and then MOTW happens or something and Stiles takes charge more effectively as a new werewolf and alpha than Scott who’s been a wolf and alpha for a while.

Okay, I don’t really know where to go with this since I haven’t actually fleshed anything out.

[kylermalloy]

This Is Not a Panic Attack

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin

Summary: Newly turned into a werewolf, Stiles struggles to find control through his memories—and what's happening right in front of him. Canon divergent AU in which Stiles must turn into a werewolf to defeat the nogitsune. The fox might be gone, but now Stiles is a wolf. And it might be harder than he thought. AO3.

A/N: This fic was written for @unspokenconnection24 for @stydiasecretsanta 2018. Merry Christmas, Sarah! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it!

Stiles took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Being calm was never something he'd been very good at. Find a memory. A good memory.

He had plenty, but they weren't his strongest ones.

The pain was too much. It made him too heavy. Each step he took dragged his feet along the ground, like his shoes weighed a thousand pounds each. When he sat at his desk, it was too much work to keep his head up. He buried his face in his forearms and tried not to think.

It was probably the stillest he'd ever been in school.

He could hear voices surrounding him, feel hands touching, tapping him. Was that his name? Who was calling his name? He didn't care.

Just leave me alone, he thought.

One voice cut through the rest. Higher. Sharper. "Leave him alone."

The babble surrounding him quieted.

"Just get away from him. Can't you see he wants to be left alone?"

Stiles lifted his head the tiniest bit, peeking over his folded arms to see who had come to defend him.

The waves of golden reddish hair, the pert, attentive posture gave it away.

"When my grandmother died," Lydia Martin continued—speaking to the group of gathered third graders at large, but glancing back to meet Stiles's eyes—"I wanted to be left alone too. Grief is a hard process."

As the crowd began to dissipate, Stiles felt warmth flood through his body, lifting the crushing weight of sadness from his limbs.

Just those few sentences. That's all it took.

"Stiles? Stiles, focus."

Hearing his name in the present snapped him out of his memories. As he blinked, shook his head, he realized that fangs had sprouted in his mouth without his permission.

"Crap," he mumbled through a mouthful of sharp, oversized teeth.

"It's not that big a deal. Get over yourself," that same high, sharp voice teased him.

"I—can't," Stiles growled through gritted teeth. A convulsion rippled through his body, and he felt claws tear through his fingernails like tissue paper.

He could barely remember how it happened. One day he'd been losing sleep, discovering a coded kill message in his handwriting, going to see Scott's mom at the hospital—

Then he'd woken up surrounded by his friends, with Lydia Martin clinging to his hand. A bandage was covering his shoulder, dressing the wound Scott had made with his teeth.

He'd lost so much time, he soon learned. It had been only a few days after Halloween—now suddenly November was almost over, and Stiles was a werewolf. A slave to the lunar cycle.

The next few weeks leading up to the December full moon had been a blur of anxiety, panic attacks punctuated by claws, and Zen lessons with Scott.

Now it was here, and Stiles hadn't even had time to get excited about Christmas yet.

"Look at me, Stiles. You can do this." Lydia Martin held his gaze, earnest and trusting. She knelt opposite him on the floor, tilting her head to meet his eyes. "You have to find your anchor."

Find your anchor. Every calming thought he'd run though his mind had failed, every memory with his dad or Scott or...or his mom. Nothing was working like that memory of Lydia. And not even that could really stave off his bloodlust.

"I'm trying, but..." He trailed off, clenching his teeth as another spasm wracked his body.

Scott had never mentioned how freaking painful turning into a wolf was. His body strained against it, against the primal urge to use his new teeth, sink them into the prey, sitting compliant right in front of him...

No.

He delved back into memories. Searched for more of her.

I can't hurt her. I can't.

"Dad, I think I'm in love."

"Really!" His dad, a little less gray-haired, face with fewer lines, lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "With who?"

"Lydia. Lydia Martin. She was nice to me today."

Dad's mouth twitches upward. Not quite a smile, but close. An almost-smile. "That's...good. I'm glad, son."

Little Stiles hops up on a stool, rocking back and forth on two legs. "What do I do? Should I kiss her?"

"Well..." his dad hesitates. "Not at first. You need to respect her. Right now, you like her, but you have to be sure she likes you, too."

"How will I know?"

"Oh, she'll let you know. It may take a while, and you might have to be patient, but you'll know. Trust me, you'll know."

Will I, Dad?

It had been almost ten years now. As Lydia crouched in front of him, murmuring soothing words of comfort and encouragement, he had no idea what she was feeling.

He knew what he was feeling—an intense hunger. Not to eat, but a hunger for violence. To rip, claw, maim.

Werewolves were wild creatures. They couldn't be domesticated.

What was Lydia thinking, staying here with him? Why was Scott out somewhere else, coaching Malia? How had Scott done this?

"Lydia, you need to get away from me," he gasped. "I can't hurt you."

"You can't hurt me?" she echoed, an incredulous shadow falling over her face. "Then should I just take these off?" She reached for the manacles that encircled his wrists, chaining him to the floor.

Adrenaline spiked through his veins, an extra shoot of pain into his already-wracked body. "No! Don't—Lydia, I can't hurt you."

He breathed deep. Reached deep. "I can't hurt you...like...Scott couldn't hurt Allison."

She cocked an eyebrow. Her eyes, already huge and doe-like, grew even rounder. Listening, rapt.

"Y'know, he was terrified of it. Because he...he loves her."

Her fingers had frozen on his wrist. Her lips parted. She whispered. "They're not together anymore."

"But they were, okay? Their first date, that night at the party, that was his first..."

Stiles trailed off. He stared Lydia dead on. His eyes burned, itched, and he knew they were glowing.

Lydia finished his sentence. "His first change." Her voice was so soft, it might not have been audible if not for Stiles's fancy new wolf hearing.

He nodded. "On their first date." He remembered spending the evening in a blur of panic. Thinking he might have to tell the new family in town that his best friend had killed their daughter.

As he said that, the spell seemed to break. Lydia blinked and narrowed her eyes. "Are you trying to insinuate that this—" she indicated the dank basement, the chains clapped around his wrists— "this is our first date?"

Oh crap. "What? No! No, no, I—"

"Because this...is a really crappy date." A tiny, smug smirk crept over her face.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, fighting the chant in his mind kill kill kill and trying to get his thoughts in order. "Look, Lydia—"

"If you're going to say something, just say it."

Stiles hugged a humorless laugh. Like pretty much everything else in his life, this wasn't going to work out. "I was trying to say something epic."

"Then. Say. It."

The three words were so cold and demanding that any resistance he had left, any more posturing he'd been thinking of trying, was broken, smashed into nothing.

"I love you. I love you, Lydia, okay? I can't hurt you because...because I love you."

He stopped there, panting, sweating, as another wave of pain rippled up through his head. Hair ripped through the underdeveloped follicles on his face, giving him mutton chops that Elvis himself would be jealous of.

Well, that was great. It would be best if he looked just ridiculous while giving the speech of his life.

Lydia's expression was...more calculating than shocked. "Again with the 'you...can't hurt me.'"

She had to be messing with him. How could he explain this to someone so smart? "No, I...can, but I...can't."

That wasn't right. "I mean, I physically can hurt you, I have the ability to..."

Very cool and non-threatening, perfect. "But I can't...mentally...begin to process how I could...what I would do..."

It just wasn't working. His tongue was in knots. The wolf did it. Wolf-tongue-tied. That was a thing, right?

He hung his head as Lydia spoke again.

"Something epic, huh?"

Stiles couldn't even manage to meet her eyes. "Yeah, well, sometimes things don't turn out the way you want."

Then he felt her hand on his jaw. His furry, misshapen jaw. Her fingers tilted his chin up, up, until he stared into her face.

A low growl rumbled in his throat as the wolf inside him begged, drooled, to be let out.

No. This was Lydia, and her perfect lips were opening again, saying something.

"How about we just skip to the part...where I tell you to shut up?"

With her hand locking his jaw in place, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his.

Unafraid. Uncautious of the sharp teeth behind his lips, waiting to bite, to spill blood inside his mouth and hers—

No, wait. They were gone. His wolf teeth had retracted, and his very human mouth—with his very human breath, he was sure—was moving with Lydia's.

She tasted...good. Not in a yum-human-flesh-because-I'm-a-wolf way—but the way she tasted that day in the locker room. When she'd silenced his blaring mind without words, without anything but a shock. This kiss tasted even better than the last one.

He couldn't tell how long they stayed that way, lips moving in synchronization, both her hands cupping his furry face, no sound except their gasping breaths.

When they finally broke apart, Stiles couldn't do anything except stare at Lydia. Her perfect hair, only mussed the tiniest bit by their...makeout session? Holy crap. The thought froze Stiles's mind completely. He'd just made out with Lydia Martin.

"You kissed me," he breathed in disbelief.

She nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I know. I was there."

"Why'd you do that?" he asked stupidly.

Lydia didn't reply right away. Her gaze dropped, lips curling inward in a shy smile. One hand went to tuck her hair behind her ear—a nervous tic of hers, he knew. With his new eyes, Stiles could tell, even in the dim light, she was blushing.

He'd made Lydia Martin blush.

"Lydia..." Stiles could feel a grin budding on his face. Not only had he done the thing he'd been waiting for since the third freaking grade, he could feel the wolfy hair on his cheeks retracting. His control was returning. And his confidence was blooming. "If you have something to say..."

Lydia wet her lips. She cast a timid glance up toward the basement window, where falling snow was just barely visible.

"Merry Christmas?" she tried.

Stiles snorted.

Whatever memory he'd been searching for was obsolete now. He had an anchor, and her name was Lydia Martin. The feeling of her lips against his, for no other reason than to kiss him, bested any other thing he could remember.

This wolf thing was going to be a lot easier than he'd thought.