the lost and the forgotten
Stiles Stilinski x Reader
A/N: Whew, it’s been a while but I had to hop on to write this short scene that was inspired by the series Teen Wolf season 6 episode 1, but I made some changes in it to spice it up a little if you don’t mind :3 The idea was proposed by @newtkyloskywalkerstiliski which in my opinion was an amazing one! I’m sorry for keeping you waiting but I hope this is what you’ve hoped for! Thank you for your patience!
Both your hairs were ruffled up, but you had bigger problems. Perhaps that the ghost riders were still chasing you? Or the fact that Stiles might get kidnapped by them? Or maybe the fear of forgetting someone you held so dearly close to your heart? He kept stealing glances at you, ‘why did I bring her along?’
Your mind was occupied with the thought of losing him, that you didn’t even realize the fear in his eyes. He kept driving while you were thinking of ways to avoid such a situation.
“Y/N, I-“
“I’m not losing you, Stiles!” Your voice was hoarse yet firm, the thought of losing him terrified you. You were willing to put your own life on the line just to save his. Your panting stopped for a while, your eyes studying his, but him quickly moving his gaze back to the road. He seemed to have already made up his mind, causing you to feel more uneasy.
Letting out a deep breath, he asked “Are they still following us?” You turned your head to see them getting closer by the second. He didn’t need an answer, your expression showed it all.
He sighed, his breathing unsteady and his actions hesitant.
“What are you doing?” He raised his hand up to the keyhole in his jeep, “Stiles,” and turned the engine off. “Stiles, what are you doing?” The panic in your voice raised as he released the key.
“Y/N, There’s no point in stressing it. I-“
“Stiles, There is a way, I swear. I promise there’s a way, we just have to look hard enough. I’m not forgetting you. I won’t forget you. I won’t let you go like this-“ Your hands desperately searched his, yearning his comfort, your muscles tensed up, eyes stinging. “Just, please. Stiles?”
He studied the sadness in your eyes but felt hopeless in trying to comfort you. He didn’t have the power to. “Y/N,”
“Please, Stiles.” Your words came out as an unsteady whisper.
He hesitatingly released his hands from your grip, knowing you would get hurt either way. It was his responsibility to make a decision, even if it meant losing one another. His hands reached your cheeks, wiping the tears that escaped your eyes a while ago.
“Look, I’m going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex, you’re gonna forget me,” He winced at his own words, realizing what he’s putting himself into.
“You have to try to find some way to remember me, okay? Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year? Sophomore year? Junior year?” He paused as you continued focusing every inch of your attention towards him. “Remember how you saved my life?”
“Stiles,” Wanting to prove a point, but having no words, you only stared. He brought your head closer to his, making your forehead lean against each other. “Just remember,” You shut your eyes, savoring this moment while it lasts, being well aware that when he lets you go, everything would be forgotten.
“Just remember, I love you.”
Your eyes shot open by his sudden words -- the words he would always tell you, but you never returned.
And probably never will; because he was gone.