So much hate. So much. T-T

"How do I know you aren’t lying to me, like you say they were?"

"Because we’re your friends Stiles.”

"You took me away from my friends and brought me here!"

"They aren’t your friends Stiles." Allison says. "They’re a pack of murderers. 

Stiles snorted. “That’s funny because they said the same thing about you.”

Scott let out a groan of frustration and tugged at his own hair. He had a thought and grabbed Stiles’ arm and started dragging him to his room. Once there he moved Stiles to stand in front of his shelf. “Look!”

Stiles looked over the shelf covered in pictures and trophies. “This,” He said picking of a picture. “Is your mom. She died when we were 8.” he grabbed another. “This, is from when we were in 6th grade. We spent vacation together in mexico with my mom. You got sunburn so bad my Mom made you stay inside for two days.” He grabbed another. “This, is when your Dad took a to a conference with him. Everyone kept telling him his son has a cute boyfriend. And your Dad got tired of correcting them that he agreed.” he slammed the picture back on the shelf.

"Whatever they told you. What ever they showed you. It was a lie. All of it was a lie. You’re my best friend and part of my pack."

amnesia fics? sure. Not exactly like the gif set but close enough.

amnesia!stiles:

Except What Has Been Forgotten (chapter wip | 62,662 | R)

In which Stiles wakes up with a shiny new case of amnesia and it's immediately obvious that his best friend is lying to him - which might have something to do with the (hot) guy who keeps appearing his room. What the hell has he been doing for the past 18 months?

I’m Scared You’ll Forget Me Again (chapter WIP | 8,475 | PG-13)

When Stiles wakes up from a three month long coma, he can’t remember the last eight years of his life. Derek, unfortunately, remembers everything.

You Know Us (one shot | 1,176 | G)

“What’s your name?” Stiles realized he should have asked that question at least two hours before, but it had somewhat felt unimportant. He was being naive.

“Derek,” he answered and his green eyes seemed to sparkle when he smiled.

Stiles frowned. There was just something… “I feel like I know you from somewhere. You seem… you feel familiar.”

By Any Other Name (one shot | 33,090 | NC-17)

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Dulcis Memoria (chapter complete | 51,529 | R)

In the middle of a conflict between an old hunting family and the Beacon Hills Hale pack, a witch comes along to stir things up even more and takes Stiles’ memories with her. Now Stiles thinks he’s two years younger, knows nothing about the werewolves or his dark and brooding boyfriend, and he only has a week to learn everything he can before he’s thrown into negotiations that will save lives. Throw that in with teenage hormones and a sexy werewolf staring you down… Things get complicated.

amnesia!derek:

Our Memories Are Numbered (chapter complete | 23,105 | NC-17)

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he's not expecting it to be Derek. He's not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that's coming for all of them. He probably should've, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

Remembering Me, Remembering You (one shot | 10,682 | R)

Title: Dulcis Memoria (est praeteritorium malorum)

'Verse: Where Our Heads Lived and Were

(fics in the 'verse include: A Little Something Under Your Skin  /  The Skinwalker  /  New York, New York, and All Her Expectations  /  Dulcis Memoria)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 51,529

Pairings: Sterek, Allison/Scott, Lydia/Jackson, Erica/Boyd/Isaac in varying combinations, and mentions of Sheriff Stilinski/Mrs. McCall

Warnings: Sex, feels, broody werewolves, and evil witches.

Summary: In the middle of a conflict between an old hunting family and the Beacon Hills Hale pack, a witch comes along to stir things up even more and takes Stiles’ memories with her. Now Stiles thinks he’s two years younger, knows nothing about the werewolves or his dark and brooding boyfriend, and he only has a week to learn everything he can before he’s thrown into negotiations that will save lives. Throw that in with teenage hormones and a sexy werewolf staring you down… Things get complicated.

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This is the fic that started it all, that began as a 100-word drabble for the prompt, Amnesia, and turned into a giant monster. We've never been the same.