I hurried to Dimitri's bedroom. I gasped as I saw the curtains by the window dancing freely in the wind and parts of what used to be a window lying on the ground in shatters. Dimitri was nowhere in sight. The beating of my heart escalated to bullet speed as my body began to shake violently. "Dimitri?" I yelled. No answer. "Dimitri!" No answer. "DIMITRI!" What do you think happened to Dimitri? I guess you'll have to read to find out...

Lydia had a rough day so when she calls to rant to her bestfriend things don't turn out the way she planned.

"One love, one house." .............. Set in an alternate universe where Stiles and Lydia had never met, they are stuck as room mates for a year. It's not ideal. Stiles has no idea how to act around her, and for once, a boy is somehow making Lydia nervous. It's complicated. Meddling supernatural friends aren't much help either.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

Bad boy stiles. New girl Lydia. Stiles proposes a deal where for 2 weeks Lydia does what he wants then for 2 weeks stiles does what she wants. Some of this stuff isn't sexual. I'm not a total perv. --- I realized how bad this is, so it's going under editing.

Lydia Martin has been top shit at Beacon Hills for a number of years. She's has had many many "relationships" with many many guys. Most of her relationships she's been in, only involve her sleeping with them. Lydia doesn't want to feel used anymore. She doesn't want to have those kinda relationships anymore. She wants to be in a relationship with someone who actually cares for her. Not the sex. Will this change when new boy, Stiles Stilinski moves next door? Or will it just be another same old relationships?

An alternate universe and ending for the summer leading into the students at Beacon Hill's highschool's senior year. Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, and Kira Yukimura all experience things that no one outside of Beacon Hills can really understand or talk about. Lydia Martin and Stiles Stilinski have a... Troubled past. (All teen wolf characters are all credit to Jeff Davis aka Satan) ((Stydia warning. Srry Stalias.))

"Oh God. Where to begin? First of all I got one of my best friends pregnant senior year, beautiful baby girl. She's two now and I'm still madly in love with her mother, have been since the third grade. And I've basically been in the friend zone ever since Claudia was born. We both have our own apartments and we switch off custody days... Oh and I slept with Heather a couple days ago, But what's new with you?" Stiles says with a full on sarcastic grin, taking the straw of his soda between his teeth. Scott raises his hand as though he's in class. "I slept with my exe..." He offers. ~~~ After two years of online colleges and unexpected movings, the pack reunites back in Beacon Hills to support Liam through his senior year. Claudia is now on the brink of turning three and it's clear even to her that Stiles and Lydia still like each other.

It was safe to say that after everything they'd been through the past couple of months that everyone felt closer. Some, surprisingly closer than others. One of Jacksons famous late night parties, a great way to end the school year and after the dread doctors, why not reward themselves with a little fun? But when everyone has just a little too much to drink, Stiles and Lydia end up alone in a room together and Stiles can kiss his virginity behind. The first problem is that Stiles soon after gets back together with Malia, who had mutually agreed to break up with him. The other problem? Lydia's little baby bump creates a few quarrels. ••••••••••••••••••••• Ships: Stydia (Stiles & Lydia) Scira (Scott & Kira) Allisaac (Allison & Isaac) SOME [temporary] Stalia (Stiles & Malia) ••••••••••••••••••••• This AU is based off a series of different gifs and pictures I found scattered about the inter-web

He lifted his head and suddenly his eyes didn't have the same caramel hue, just plain brown and I didn't want to map his paint splatter moles like the infinite galaxies I read about at the library. I watched as his ski slope nose became less of an art piece and the hair I once loved to fiddle with looked coarse and dull, I guess that's the only way you can describe unloving someone.