#[ i know. i know. it's HIGHLY unlikely and you're asking yourself why i'm even posting this...

[onuscientia]

Friends.  If  you  ever  find  yourself  STRUGGLING  to  offer  a  textbook  example  of  ‘  MARRIAGE  MATERIAL  ‘  in  an  academic  setting,  I  am  here  to  help.  Observe :

[emssturniolo]

hey, uh... can i tell you something ?

pairing: christopher sturniolo x reader

summary: after coming out to the triplets as bisexual, chris worries he has no chance of being with you, and you worry you have no chance of being with him

warnings: reader is bisexual with a preference to women ! aka me

a/n: i hate this, but i want to start posting again :) sorry if it disappoints and happy reading

you had been friends with the triplets for a while, but there was something none of them knew about you. your sexuality. something you had come to terms with when you were around seventeen, but now that you were twenty, you were yet to build up the courage to tell your year-long friends. nick had come out to you early on in your friendship, but you didn't want to make his moment yours, so at that moment you said nothing about you being bisexual

now you had a preference for women. a much bigger preference, actually. however that still didn't stop you from developing a crush on chris the moment you met the triplets - and now that you had been hanging out with them everyday for the past seven months, and having even met their parents, you were downbad to a point of no return

you knew though, that if you ever wanted to get with chris, you'd have to let him know about your sexuality beforehand, just in case he wasn't comfortable - which was highly unlikely since he was the most loving an d accepting person you knew, but just to make sure

so here you were, on the couch playing mario kart with the triplets on the couch in their house in la, when you had been not focused on the game at all the entire night, trying to figure out when the right time would be to tell them you're bisexual. you had no idea why your head had made it this big of a deal, but there was no changing it. it was just up to you to build the courage to say it. you were cut out of your train of thought when the doorbell rang, jumping slightly. chris was quick to put his hand on you back and pat his hand up and down to comfort you. you turned cherry red at the sudden contact, thanking fuck that your back was facing him

“food !” nick jumped from his spot on the couch and ran down towards the front door to grab the mcdonalds you guys had ordered earlier. you told yourself it would be calmer if you said what you needed to say while you guys ate, so when you had open packages of chicken nuggets and big macs and fries on the sofa you swallowed the food in your mouth and spoke up: “hey, uh... can i tell you something ?” this rose all three heads up from their places, all with looks of concern or curiosity, leading to a ‘yeah’ ‘sure’ and ‘obviously’ simultaneously. you had gotten yourself into a position you couldn't run away from, so you took a deep breath in and rambled a quick “i know this is hella random and i should have told you guys this a long time ago but i never found the time, but yeah, uh, i'm bisexual-” you exhaled, out of breath from the amount of words that came out of your mouth in those three seconds

matt shrugged and said “that's all you had to say ? don't worry about that shit when you're with us, we don't mind” - nick was giving you a look that said girl, we all knew and chris was looking at you with a caring smile, but something in his eyes made him look worried, but you didn't want to overthink it so you said nothing and happily accepted the hug he leaned in for. then when you pulled apart he gave a sweet reassuring “doesn't make a difference to us”, the sweet smile on his face never dissappearing, yet that questioning look in his eyes remained

★

after more games of mario kart, nick and matt went to bed, which left you and chris to clear up the living room and kitchen. while doing so, chris cleared his throat and looked up at you, which you caught onto having been worrying that you lost any chances of being with him after coming out. he spoke up and in a cute but sleepy tone asked “can i ask you something, about what you like,,, told us earlier ?” and nodded and hummed an ‘mhmm’, and he continued - “i don't know if this is too much to ask, but do you have preferences ? like would you rather date a man than a woman or woman than a man ?” you smiled as he asked the question, your heart warm from thinking that he was just showing you he cared for you, and answered his question, “no, that's okay to ask ! i uh, yeah, i have a preference to women. i don't know why, it's just i find it easier for some reason, ya know ?” you said, trying to make him understand that you weren't completely opposed to dating a man, or you were unless it was him, but you weren't going to tell him that

and he hummed and asked another question

“would you date a man ?- sorry this is weird, i'm sorry”

“no, i don't mind chris, don't worry” though you were questioning his curiosity, you continued to answer his questions

“i mean it depends, it just would have to be like, a really really really nice guy, i kinda find it hard to like them as more than a friend, i don't know it's weird-” he cut you off

“no i get it, yeah, i understand. last question, sorry i'm just genuinely like- i don't know”

“don't worry chris, go ahead, i really don't mind ! i promise”

“have you ever had a- no you know what i'm doing too much. sorry” he apologized, but you knew what he was going to ask, so you answered his question

“i have a crush on a man, chris. don't be scared to ask i promise you i genuinely don't mind-”

“wait have, as in,,, right now ?” he seemed hurt, but sureley he didn't care if you did, no ?

“yeah, i uh. i don't know how he feels though, so i might just try to lose it, really” you confessed

you looked up at him and smiled with a tint of pink on your cheeks, which he caught onto

“wait, is it- matt?” he asked, to which you giggled and said “wrong brother”

chris paused his movements and turned to you, leaning against the counter, not regretting a word you said due to the expression on his face - a big, wide, happy smile. the happiest smile you'd ever seen on him

“you like me ?” he said through a laugh. and you copied his laugh-like sentence and replied, “yeah”

“so am i meant to like, kiss you now?- can you tell i've never done this before” he said, giggling

“listen, i've done this as many time as you have. i don't know, but if ya want to then, yeah sure. you can kiss me (?)”

he ran up to you in a little cute walk and kissed you slowly, passionately, with nothing but pure love

:)

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

9. Bowling

The day had come for your little group date. Somi had promised you she'd go to the arcade with you after bowling if nobody wanted to go but that was highly unlikely since the aespa girls love playing games themselves. Truth be told you were pretty nervous to see everyone again but most importantly minjeong. You haven't spoken since the break up 2 years ago, sure she tried to reach out but you couldn't find any words back then. Once you walked inside the bowling area you quickly spotted the girls and joined them. "are you ready to get your ass kicked today?" aeri asked and you chuckled.

"it isn't a hard thing to do, I suck at this. My goal today is to at least hit one pin each time."

"we ca-"

"don't suggest the bumpers." minjeong quickly cut off jimin. Her gaze falls on you for a second before she looks at jimin again, "I made that mistake years ago and didn't hear the end of it."

"alright no bumpers." jimin clapped her hands, "let's start" everyone entered their nicknames and started the game. Everybody seems to be good at the game, you managed to knock over some pins every single time and at one point even got a spare.

"do you guys want to go to the arcade after this?" you asked as you walked back from you turn.

"I'm down" ningning said as she sipped her drink, " I saw this cute plushie when I walked in so maybe I'll try to get enough points for it."

The game ran smoothly with you and minjeong sharing some glances each time one of you picked up a ball and at one point you sat next to each other. You almost wrapped an arm around her but you quickly caught yourself doing it and brushed it off nonchalantly. At least that's what you thought but by the looks of somi and aeri trying to hold back their laughter you knew how it must've looked from their point of view. To your luck it was the last throw before the game ended and you all returned to the arcade to play some games.

Jimin had challenged you in a 1v1 shooter game, which she won and then you got your revenge by challenging her to a 1v1 race. You had split off from one another after that as you wanted to try the basketball game as she wanted to play whack-a-mole. In the middle of your game minjeong walks up beside you and silently watches you make multiple baskets.

"I see you're still good at this." you thought back to when you were together and went to a fair together and won her a big bear by throwing a ball into the basket.

"it comes naturally." you smile before focusing back on the ring.

“Are you dating her?” She asks bluntly, "somi, are you dating her because she posted some picture and.."

"Why do you want to know?" You threw another ball into the basket.

"I just... Was wondering I guess?" She looked to the side at somi and aeri as she bites her lip. You knew her long enough to know she was thinking about what to say next, no matter how hard you tried you couldn't forget her little habits. "I never meant to hurt you."

The words caught you by Suprise and you threw the next ball a bit to hard, making it bounce on the ring and then fly back towards your face, hitting it full force. "shit!" you quickly pinched your nose as blood started to trickle down your shirt.

"Oh my god are you okay? Does it hurt? Do we need to-" minjeong starts to rattle as the other girls rush towards you once they heard the commotion.

"I'm fine." you tried to reassure everyone but by the looks on their faces it wasn't working so well, "I'll just get some tissues and ice."

"No, I'll go get it. I'll meet you outside." jimin rushed away and the rest of you walked outside the building Into the cold night air.

"I'm sorry." minjeong suddenly said.

"why? Did you throw the ball to her face?" aeri joked.

"She's right you don't have to be sorry" you held eye contact with minjeong, "I just got distracted, that's on me."

"but if i-"

"stop blaming yourself." you cut her off sternly. The air turned a little awkward after that and it felt like an eternity before jimin came back with everything. You thanked her as you placed the ice on your face and they started talking about what to do next.

" should we go to the hospital? It's still bleeding" ningning asked as she noticed the now red tissue.

"no it'll stop. It's not broken or anything so no need for the hospital."

"will you at least let me stay with you?" somi asked and minjeongs reaction didn't go unnoticed. She frowned and send a glare towards somi before looking down to her shoes. " i'm already bringing you home."

"or you could stay with us?" minjeong offered, "there's 4 of us to look out for you if you need anything."

"but none of you can drive." you looked at somi and nodded, "you can stay but don't hover to see if I'm alright, okay?"

"Deal" she smiled and with that you bid your goodbyes to the aespa girls before leaving to your place.

"soooo... What was that with minjeong earlier ? Her saying sorry and you being distracted?" She asked as you got into the car.

"nothing."you sighed as she started to drive away," she just said she didn't mean to hurt me and it caught me off guard. I didn't expect her to bring that up in public and definitely not out of the blue."

Somi hummed as she kept her gaze on the road. You didn't really talk about anything after that and stared outside thinking about today. If you hadn't been so caught up in that stupid game would you've been able to see that she was going to bring it up? Thinking back to it she did look fidgety right before saying it. If that stupid ball didn't hit you in the face, would you have talked about the break up? Your head was coming up with more questions than you could answer and it was clear to you that whatever was going to happen next with minjeong, you'd have to talk about everything and sort some stuff out.

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[sentimental-darkness]

About me...

Just to give you some idea about this blog and myself!

-- It's going to sound different from 98% of blogs and users out there... and it's not narcissism talking here, it's just experience.

-- However, I don't have anything against a healthy dose of narcissism tbh = a person gotta know their own worth and embrace their selfishness, no?

-- A vast range of interests, no specific occupation, but I'm certainly someone to have open-minded conversation with... and I'm not mincing words either... the vast majority of humans are somewhere in the range of stupidity or being utterly stuck, unable to see what's right in front of them, subjected to easy brainwashing and wishful thinking, and even the brainwashers are probably mostly stupid and cliché. So how about it? Wanna talk? I don't bite!

-- If you're already brainwashed and wired a certain way, obsessed with certain causes or certain groups or certain "identities"... you better watch out because I'll probably "offend you" because "I am being rude." Oh no, how could it be! But seriously, I appreciate individuality and hate stupidity, as simple as that, which is sometimes far too complex for most.

-- In an ideal world: destroy all present day religions and temples. Erase national and ethnic identities. Erase most of the fragmented identities created in the last decade that most users of Tumblr have proudly in their bios - so we can finally put the whole weight behind being an individual who describes themselves in their own unique way. Shocking, no?

-- The previous paragraph is highly unlikely in practice and such a world-changing endeavor would require a bit different approach, but I shared it anyway just because.

-- I am "evil" and "rude", yes, but also very sympathetic and emotional. I will sometimes reblog silly things and lovely animals. Come and cuddle with me! Still, I will also make fun of military conflicts and surrounding drama. It sucks but war has been part of human history for millennia, there is no justice and nothing pretty in it. (Except when I feel like an image of a city raised to the ground is kinda... charming. But no worries, I don't really post stuff like that)

-- I have my own problems and worries, things are far from ideal. But there is zero tolerance policy for utter weakness and stupidity here, and I don't think highly of it. You guessed it. You can go back to your unoriginal depression-obsession blog and cry yourself out, if you want. But I tell you, it won't help and you do yourself a disservice. Stop taking those pills maybe. Evolve. Life can be entertaining if you let it. But don't take it to heart because my zero tolerance policy doesn't prevent you from following my blog. You could secretly think of me as your sensei if you want. Fine with me.

-- I love music. Seriously. But it's mostly orchestrated scores and gaming music, giant no to everything else. Music calms me and inspires me. Ethnic, inspiring and dark with a kick. Have some random samples because why not: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O. Anything catches your fancy?

-- My other obsessions are probably creativity, fantasy, history, and overall - consuming "worlds" and stories. In games, decently done open worlds and RPGs in particular, but I'm no stranger to other genres on occasion.

My chat and asks are open, my email remains open too. In truth, I'm waiting for a kindred soul but I've never been greeted with a better conversation than basic "hi, what's up" or anon hate. Oh well, maybe you'll be an exception, my reader?

[bluewinnerangel]

Harry and Louis' tour dates don't match at all. Your old synchronization theory is ruined🤷🏼‍♀️

Don't match how? I don't even know what synchronization theory you're referring to because it sure isn't mine but I highly doubt it's ruined. I think the fuck not lol, look at this. (below is a modified version of a spreadsheet I got from @/curritta28 on twitter, thank you!)

If we're just going to look at their tour dates to see if they "match" or not, whatever that means, we basically see that Harry can be anywhere until his tour starts in 6 months from now (apart from 2 dates during Coachella, but ok not part of the ask even). Then we have one week, the start of LOT, where they're for sure on different continents, but right after Louis takes a 2 week break. July is the only month that's actually providing the anti juice here as while Harry's touring Europe, Louis has a few shows himself in the beginning of the month, and will be in Australia at the end, with 10 days of them on opposite parts of the world. But there's a week break in Louis' schedule right before as well. Then from August to the end of the year it's just wide open (it's not, because DWD promo and most likely much much more, but again nothing to do with tour) and they could be anywhere. So yeah I don't know what anon tried to say here with it not matching. See for yourself: In the L+H column below it's highlighted in red when it's pretty much not possible for them to physically see each other, yellow is just where I thought it's very unlikely, and green is possible. It's a bit subjective so do look at the dates yourself rather than just the colors there here it is:

More explanations and rambles under the cut because I'm being a bit of a shit and I don't think you need it to understand the overview:

Lol ok I usually don't answer shitty anons, but I'm curious why they thought this was a good idea... Sending it to probably multiple blogs who probably haven't even talked about this? Also this was sent within 15 minutes of Harry announcing his new tour dates yesterday, which is funny because that is in no way enough time to actually check properly... literally saw news of them both touring and the first thing that came to mind is to bug larries about other people's previous posts about old tours asdfssdfe

And what does match even mean, what does synchronising even mean in this case, because both larrie and anti alike could argue both of the following to be a "match": 1) Harry and Louis' tourdates leaving room to see each other, that they take turns so to say doing a bunch of shows while the other takes a break and vice versa, but also the opposite: 2) them touring at the exact same time (like synchronising that they will both not be home, both working, taking into account each others work schedules, to then be home at the same time again) So no matter how you view it you can just.. make it work for your own beliefs? So it doesn't do anything.

Anyway, thanks anon for giving me the motivation to make that overview, as you can see they pretty much can always, apart from a couple of weeks, be together if we follow their tour dates only, so congratulations you played yourself.

And now I'll go on a rant about this whole discussion in general, because I'm honestly a little annoyed about this idea that they'd have to work their schedules around each other in order for them to be together. And seeing this overview... I for one am gonna be relieved there will be shows where nobody will try to take potato pictures of shadowy figures in boxes or tiktok receipts or OMG U GUYS THIS IS LOUIS *points at a chair* ajssjshs.

But apart from those few weeks they do have all the room in the world to follow each other around, that doesn't mean they are. I don't think they are. I think with a pandemic (not only the part where it's harder to travel but the amount of times they had to reschedule all these shows I am honestly getting worked up with the idea of there being a possible date to do a show but them going "nah not that one because then that'll break the 2 week rule lol" I mean is that really what you want them to do? I hope no one actually does?), their careers, their many business ventures, and a long term settled not to mention closeted relationship, just being a fking adult asdjks, I don't think it's realistic to expect them to work stuff around each other, like at all. Although it does seem they are still putting in effort to do so, with for instance Louis showing up in LA around Harry's shows there, so going to a few shows sure, having breaks together if it works out sure, but I don't think there's much logic to the idea of them following each other around the globe as some kinda necessity (and often it's about Louis following Harry and solo louies hating the fuck out of it, I know, and yeah honestly kinda same.)

Plus they'll sure fill these huge green spree times with other things, like promo etc, and we will see how they're both doing different stuff on many of these gaps there, but let's just see what anon said here, if their "tour dates don't match at all".... if you wanna take one week in June + a minimum of 10 days / maximum of the whole month of July of them both doing what they love as "proof" of them not being together be my fucking guest, that makes as little sense as assuming larries are taking them being MIA, or all these green bits in this case, as "proof" of them being together, because it doesn't.

rant out.

[jerzwriter]

Delaying the Inevitable - One Day... Ethan

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Series: Delaying the Inevitable (Between Ch 23 - 24)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC, Ethan Ramsey (x MC)

Rating: Teen

Summary: One day in the life of Ethan Ramsey as he begins to come to terms with his past and how to move to a better future.

Category: A little angst, a little fluff

Warnings: Discussions of treatment for traumatic issues

A/N: Delaying the Inevitable is on hiatus this week, but here is a peek at one day as seen by Dr. Ethan Ramsey. (Tobias's Day can be found here and Casey's Day can be found here .) DTI will be back next week.

A/N 2: Please note: Ethan is absolutely not using social media at the moment, so the photos and some comments are solely his thoughts. We also see some of his conversations, texts & journals.

6:05 AM

The best thing about winter jogs is the tranquility and not having to deal with other runners. The worst thing about winter jogs, near frostbite and knowing if I fall I will die out her. (Adds note to phone: Look into buying Peloton)

7:25 AM

Best damn investment I ever made.

7:40 AM

N: ".... and then he said it was Dr. Mendoza all along! I always knew that they had an interest in Dr. Davis."

E: "Will you ever stop being an incessant gossip?"

N: "Highly unlikely by this age. I think you should learn to accept it."

E: "Yes, well... acceptance is the first step in many things."

N: "Have you made..."

E: "Yes. I have three calls scheduled today. Phone interviews, if you will, I'm hoping to get a feel of who I think would be the best fit for me. What? Get that smile off of your face."

N: "And why shouldn't I be allowed to smile? I'm proud of you and, for the first time in a while, I'm happy and hopeful. Plus, I outrank you here, I will smile as much as I see fit."

Both smile. Noise at door.

Casey: "Oh, hi. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt... I can come back..."

N: "No, no, no dear, come on in. I'm in your office, after all, and you could never be an interruption."

Casey looks to Ethan.

E: "He is correct on all counts. Please, (smiles) join us. I'll even make you a cup of coffee."

C: "Well, I never say no to coffee."

Ethan smiles broadly.

E: "It's Kona."

Naveen's brow rose, surprised he was sharing.

C: "Kona?!? You have it here? And you're willing to share?"

Looks at her tenderly.

E: "Of course I am, with you. Just don't let the word out."

Ethan walks to his desk.

E: "Second drawer on the right, inside a small file box to keep it concealed. Feel free to help yourself anytime." Smiles.

C: "Thank you. I won't tell a soul."

11:05 AM

Unplanned Board meeting on Diagnostic and Surgical Team Budgets

Harper: (whispering) "Ethan, Ethan."

E: "I'm not sleeping Harper, I'm resting my eyes."

H: "I don't think they will notice the difference."

E: "I don't think they will notice under any circumstances, these stuffed shirts aren't happy if they can't hear themselves talk. We are here as window dressing."

H: "Then at least be alert window dressing."

E: "I suppose you're right. How much longer?"

H: "Fifteen minutes, I'd say."

E: "Such a waste of our time! Did you bring lunch today? Want to stop by the cafeteria afterwards."

H: "I'd love to, but I can't. Lunch meeting with the surgical interns."

E: Chuckles. "Better you than me."

12:35PM

Knock. Knock.

Floria: "Come on in."

E: "Hey, it's me. Are you ready for lunch?"

F: "Oh, God, it's already time. I have to finish some reports, can I meet you down there in fifteen minutes."

E: "That works."

Ethan sits at a corner table with his food in front of him; Floria walks toward him carrying her tray.

F: "This place is pretty empty today."

E: "Precisely how I like it."

F: "I see Mr. Social strikes again."

E: "I am social with the people I choose to be social with..."

Floria follows his eyes across the room to where Casey, Tobias & Bryce are laughing as they wait in line.

F: "So, do they fall into the want to be social with, or don't crowd?"

E: "Excuse me?"

F: "I"m asking because we can try to make ourselves inconspicuous, or... you could ask them to join us."

E: "Because that wouldn't be uncomfortable."

F: Shrugs. "We all work together, like it or not. Sometimes people have to put on their big boy and big girl pants and deal with it."

E: "Well, my big boy pants are still in the dryer, I think I'll lay low today."

F: "What's going on between them anyway, do you have any idea?"

E: "No. No clue."

F: "Do you want to know?"

E: "If either of them want me to know, they'll tell me. Right now, I'd really rather not think about it."

F: "Well, if you change your mind..."

E: "You. I know. You or Naveen, the two best sources of hospital gossip."

F: "Hey!" (jokingly) "I resent that!"

E" "You can't resent the truth, Floria, you just have to accept it."

2:15 PM

Dr. Fernandez: "... and as you have stated before, the most important decision you need to make is who you feel most comfortable with. I know Dr. Nichols and Dr. Guerra and any of the three of us have the expertise you need. I'm confident they'd say the same about me. But in order to have a positive outcome, you need to have a the right therapeutic relationship. Next to your willingness to work, that is key."

E: "I don't disagree and, yes, Dr. Nichols and Dr. Guerra both spoke highly of you and offered similar advise. If I may be candid, I initially resisted calling you. Given that the relationship with my... my mother... is, in my opinion, behind many of the issues I need to deal with, I thought I would be more comfortable with a male therapist. But, after speaking with you, I think I need to push myself outside of my comfort zone if I want to make any true progress."

Dr. F: "Well, I'm happy to set up some time if you'd like to come in. I always like to consider the first few sessions as getting to know you visits, to see if it is a right fit for both. Are you ready to take that step?"

E: "Yes, I am."

4:30 PM

E: "Oh, Casey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in on you, I..."

C: "You're not barging in on me, it's the diagnostic team office, that means it's for all of us."

E: "Oh no, did I make a mistake telling you where the kona was hidden."

C: Raising her cup. "No, not at all. I would not dream of taking it unless it was offered."

E: "My telling you where it was made it an open offer."

C: "I appreciate that. I do. But the regular coffee you stock up here is excellent, I'll leave the kona for you."

E: "I really don't mind, it's the last of the bunch I bought when we were Inez's wed..." He stopped himself.

C: "I appreciate the open invite. But this is good enough."

E: "I wanted to let you know, I made an appointment to see Dr. Fernandez at Mass Kenmore."

C: "Anita Fernandez?"

E: "Yes, you're familiar with her?"

C: "Yes. Professionally, that is. She has done amazing research in the areas of childhood trauma and adjustment issues. I think... I think she knows her stuff."

E: "That can't be argued. Now it's just seeing if our dynamic works."

C: "Well, I wish you the very best. I am happy to see that you're going forward with this." She begins gathering her things. "I'm going to stop by a few more patients and then head out. The early shift is catching up to me."

E: "Yes, I'm sure you are anxious to get home."

C: "I am."

E: "Leave the rest of your paperwork if you like. I can do it or you can finish it tomorrow. Just see your patients and then head out."

C: "Are you certain?"

E: "Yes. You should go home and rest."

C: "I'll take you up on that."

11:30 PM

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Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan​‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on 500followers :D! Thank you so much for letting me participate!

This is a series. The remaining parts will be posted throughout the day. It is a Thor fanfic with a song prompt “Entra en mi Vida” (its a beautiful song, i highly recommend).

Song Prompt: Entra en mi Vida by Sin Bandera 

Warnings: swearing, like a lot of it. Mentions of human experimentation. that’s it?? Also, people are idiots here, folks. bare with me.

Summary: You live in a world where soulmates don’t exist. Like, at all. All that meant to be, fate has chosen nonsense? Not real. Literal, actual, from-the-TV-screen fairytale. So... why is the God of Thunder convinced that you’re his?

Part One: Entra en mi vida, te abro la puerta

"So—" You clear your throat, throwing yourself onto the only empty seat, "—all jokes aside, guys. What the fuck!"

Everyone blinks at you, drinks in their hands and confusion all over their faces.

You stare back at them, completely dismissing the new sets of eyes staring at you. "No, seriously, like what the fuck?" You reiterate. "Like, no guys, this fuck needs an answer. What the fuck."

"Are we supposed to know what this fuck is?" Ghost asks, the first among the group of five to surpass her confusion. "Because I have a what the fuck for that what the fuck."

You reach over to grab her drink and she – having been used to your antics after three years of friendship – moves it closer for you to grab. You take a sip, let the taste of her chamomile tea settle on your tongue, blanch and give it back.

"So, you know how the Avengers got their asses whipped after they pulled a deadbeat dad, right?" You make grabby hands towards Hope's drink, and she – just like Ghost – pushes it over to you.

"Careful," she grimaces, "it has a kick to it."

"So did Thanos," You mumble as you take a sip of her drink. The espresso sits heavily on your tongue and you swear you can feel it stain your teeth. "What the actual fuck, Hope? What is this? And why does it not have sugar?"

She chooses to roll her eyes at you and mimic the remaining two new faces by staying quiet. Her eyes narrow at you in warning.

"Don't get a tude with me, missy—" You wag your finger at her, “—you're the one that MIA'd for five years without a return address and pissed off the Feds. Like, seriously, what the fuck guys? We had plans and everything! Why the fuck would you leave me alone for that long? You know how I get when I'm not forced to socialise!"

Ghost snorts. "Don't be a baby."

Pouting, because you’re very mature, you feign a sniffle and stick your tongue out at her. "Weeeeeh."

The dude with the annoyingly short blond hair snorts, consequently gaining your attention, and tries to hide his smile with his cup.

"You're new," you narrow your eyes at him. "Why are you new? And why do you look like the dude that owes me 12K for wrecking my car?"

"Oh my god—" Ghost grumbles in the background, "—not this again."

"I have bills and crippling debts and things that need to be paid for, Ghost!"

"You're a trust fund baby, you shithead!" She argues. "You don't know what crippling debt looks like!"

"You don't know that! My investment portfolio has been crumbling since the stock market crashed last year due to the recession."

Sam grins cheekily at you. "You have no idea what you just said, do you?"

Huffing and puffing, all you can say is. "Let's go back to the what the fuck that needs to be discussed." You glare at him pointedly, "then maybe, we can discuss why you're still here and why you came back from ashes."

"I know you missed me, cupcake." The evil bastard reaches over and pinches your cheek.

"I miss dancing on your grave," You try to swat his hand away, "now, thanks to your selfishness, I need a new dance floor. Very rude of you to not stay dead."

"You're adorable."

"As I was whatting the fucks," You turn back to Hope and Ghost, "when the fuck did my life become Thor versus Thanos, and why am I the Thor without the hammer to fight Thanos?"

"Is that your what the fuck?"  Ghost frowns.

It's her turn to get glared at. "Don't act like you haven't seen the footage. You know exactly how badly Thor got yeeted off his high horse. I'm only regretful that Captain Wrecking Ball wasn't knocked off his."

"You know he's over here, right?" Hope, ever the oblivious one to your obvious jabs, points at the dude that wrecked your car.

"Yeah, unlike my car and the check he has yet to hand over but hey—" lifting up the cup of espresso, you grin at her "—when life gives you lemons."

"I'm still confused and offended about the Thanos reference." Sam, the gift from the bad side of Pandora's box, begins. "What do we have to do with your life?"

"What does pulling a deadbeat dad mean?" The other new dude asks, his face is both the definition of confused and annoyed. "And what does it have to do with the Avengers?"

You frown. "Now I'm confused—"

"Oh no—" Ghost grimaces.

"—Why do you look like the dude from Gossip Girl but also like the dude on the UN's wanted poster of 20something?" You turn to Sam for assistance. "Doesn't he look like that old geezer from the museum?"

Sam grins, leans back in his seat to take a proper look at the manbun dude. Your table is the round one placed at the corner – the irony – and, until recently, it has always been occupied by the four of you. That was before they decided to ghost you for half a decade.

 "Now that you mention it—"

"Oh, fuck off." Manbun snaps at Sam, and you swear you've never fallen in love faster in your entire life than you have in that moment.

Your grin is wide and shit-eating as you put the cup down. You extend your hand to Manbun and wiggle your freshly painted — somehow chapped – fingers.

"I'd tell you my name but it's better if you just called me sweetheart," You’re still grinning. "What's your sign and what time can you pick me up?"

He blinks at you, still confused, and frowns at your hand. Slowly, because you’re a patient girl, you lean over and pry his left hand away from his cup. You place your palm in his and wrap your fingers around each other.

"I'd ask for your name but I think I'll settle for calling you babe," You shake his hand, and then place it back on the cup. "Or hun. I'd call you handsome, but that's too tacky and we—” You point between the both of you, " – don't do tacky."

You sit back in your seat and glance at Sam. "Well... Most of the time anyway."

At this, the rest of your life flashes you a grin. "How does eight o'clock sound?"

"It sounds like a recipe for disaster." Ghost cuts in, narrowing her eyes at you. "Back off, shithead. You've hurt enough of my coworkers"

Jaw dropping and shock feigning, you gasp. "How is that my fault?"

"Is that joke?" Ghost frowns, "because I feel like it's a joke. Three incidences with the analysts and five tech support team make it look like a joke."

You scoff at that. "Look, if your little back up boys can't handle the essence of a real woman, then that's not my fault." Confidently – and silently annoyed – you also add. "Plus, I actually did SHIELD, or whatever ridiculous name you're calling the remake of a failed organisation, a favour. If your boys behind the boys in spandex can't handle being told off by a 'mouse' as they call us, then they shouldn't be behind the dude that wrecked my car.

 "But now that I've said that out loud—" You pause, "—I finally understand why the Avengers are so bad at their job. I mean, with such poor support systems, it's no wonder boy blue and red uses cars as a landing mechanism. It's almost as if he's never heard of a parachute."

There's a pregnant pause as you pretend to ponder the situation. The new dude with the blond hair has visibly turned red and is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Manbun has a very permanent looking frown smeared all over his face and you’re pretty sure you've just ruined whatever chances you had of giving him children. And Sam, because he's Sam and is patiently waiting his turn to roast you, has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Ghost pretends to scowl at you, even though you’re pretty sure she's already drawing up the schematics for the pedestal she's about to build for you. Hope, because she's Hope and has first-hand experience of dealing with spoilt little brats that use creative antics to slowly drive people away, decides to use that exact moment to sigh and expose you.

"Hey sweetheart," she begins in that voice of betrayal. "Can you, like, not be an antisocial, territorial pain in the ass for five minutes and be nice? Stop trying to get our guests to leave with your little mind games, yeah?"

You blink at her. Once, twice. Because the betrayal always takes a few moments to sink in.

"They're not mind games." You retort. "Boy Blue over there did wreck my car. He used it to cushion his fall, because apparently the super-secret organisation that harbours entitled idiots doesn't invest in parachutes."

"But you don't even need that 12K—"

"I didn't ask for the 12k. I just simply pointed out that his reckless behaviour is very costly for those who suffer for it."

"Okay, guys—" Ghost tries to interject, but it's too late. The fire has already started, and Hope and you have never been on the same page when it comes to anything involving the Avengers.

"You're being unreasonable now. You, of all people, should understand that some things are out of our control."

"That doesn't excuse or make the damage done alright. The ruining of people’s livelihoods isn’t a necessary evil for your super heroe'ing righteousness." You point out, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared. "I, of all people, don't understand your defence. Because I don't use the lab that made me as an excuse to get away with the bad shit I do to people. Whether intentionally or not."

"Really? Because you weren't singing that same song when you cashed in on all that HYDRA inheritance."

"I am not the people that made me and it's not like I'm vacationing the money away. Or have you forgotten about that harbour I had to fix because your boyfriend decided to grow a few sizes?"

"Oh, how could I forget? It's not like you rub it in his face every time he tries to so much as even say hi to you."

"People should be held accountable for their actions. Excuse me for exercising my fifth amendment because I don't think communicating with the guy that turned your dad into a fugitive by siding with the anti-accords gang is cool!"

"That accords was messed and you know it!"

“Yeah, but I didn’t go around trying to be a vigilante about it!”

"Just admit that your stance for the accords is only because you need the government's protection against ex-Hydra agents."

She hit a cord and she knows it. "You're treading on very thin ice, Hope."

 "Scared they might come back and finish what they started? Now that Pierce and Rumlow are gone, there's nothing stopping them from finishing what they started, is there?"

"You know," You sigh, reaching for Ghost's drink and taking a sip. "At least, I don't have to abduct a man from his home, nearly ruin his chances at freedom, risk his life numerous times for my personal gain, just cause I have a theory about my mom's whereabouts. And then—" You let out a condescending laugh at the thought, "—have the audacity to look him in the eye and call it love. Because, ya know, turning a guy into a science experiment and berating him for doing what he thought was right is so romantic."

She's turning red. You can see it before it actually happens and there is a sick sense of pleasure coursing through your veins at the thought. At the fact that you’re the one pressing all the buttons.

Boy, are you fucked up.

"Damn." Sam mumbles, then chortles, then belts out a laugh. "Shit. Who pissed in your gourmet breakfast?"

"People," You scowl at him. “Fucking people. Because, now call me a bitch if you insist, I don't remember telling management to sign a deal with SHIELD."

"What the fuck?" Ghost, ever so caring, contributes to your bewilderment and pissy mood.

You nod frantically at her. "Exactly! What the fuck! Do you see why I needed you guys so bad? Like, it's like the creation of the Strike Force all over again!"

"Hold on—" Captain Damage Ball cuts in. "—I'm confused. What exactly is going on and what does SHIELD have to do with it?"

"Oh boy. Germany, here we go again—"

"Don't be an asshole, shithead."

 --

 When SHIELD fell and Black Widow released all those classified documents to the public, your existence was made known to the public. It turned out that running a terrorist cell inside a super-secret organisation wasn't the only thing Pierce had hidden from the world. You were.

You were supposed to be an experiment. Another volunteer, like the Twins, for Hydra's ultimate plan. Another Bucky Barnes, but without the constant torture to keep you mindless and loyal.

 You were supposed to be the next generation. The Rumlow that wouldn't need force and violence to get the job done. That was the requirement. Those were the orders. That's what you were supposed to be.

Instead, somewhere deep in the dark, cold corners of an abandoned Hydra lab, the inhumane attempt of creating Winter Soldiers through 'natural means' had taken place.

The surrogates were all volunteers, the scientist claimed.

The procedure was necessary for the mission, the doctor explained.

This is the only way forward, the master mind behind that plan argued.

Rumlow took care of the agents himself. Pierce burned down that lab himself. And, out of all the children born, you were the only one that lived longer than the rest. The others were unfortunate enough to be experimented on, before Rumlow found out.

Not knowing who to trust, Pierce kept you hidden from the world and Hydra. He never hid the truth from you, nor did Rumlow. They knew that, at some point, those that knew about the lab would eventually find you, and you needed to be prepared for when they did.

When SHIELD fell, the paper trail that led to your existence was small – miniscule, even – but it was there. Sam found it, but he kept you a secret as well until you were ready for the whole world to know.

But the world wasn't waiting for you to be ready. It wasn't that patient, nor kind. Because, with everything out in the open, chaos ensued, and you were still – at the end of the day – the next generation. All those assets couldn't remain frozen forever and all those lives that were ruined by Hydra couldn't remain unaided.

So, you had to step out and – begrudgingly – announce your existence to the world. Put a huge target on your back and claim the inheritance that Pierce had unwittingly left you.

"I'm gonna go piss off alot of bad people—" You had said to Sam over the phone, right before your News Interview. "What do you think I should start with?"

He wasn't having any of it. "Did you just wait for me to leave the country so you could do something stupid?"

"Of course not, I'm not you—" You scoffed, checking your outfit again. "—I hired a hacker to fake a series of cyber-attacks. Then I asked that girl, you know – the one that could walk through walls, to freak a bunch of people out. So, you know, it could be an Avenger level threat, but not the kind that needed Captain Spandex, so they'd send you. Then I scheduled the interview for the night of the supposed attack, because I knew you'd be gone—"

"Are you kidding me, Y/N— Clint, turn this thing around now!"

"—So, I was thinking I show up on stage and say 'the law says I can take all those assets and I'm gonna use them to do the exact opposite of what my ex-bosses would've wanted'. How does that sound?"

"Do me a favour. Don't move. I wanna kill you myself."

You grinned. "I knew you'd love it."

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TAGS: @nekoannie-chan​ , @thorfanficwriter​

[inkykeiji]

Hey Clari, I hope you're doing well!! I hope it's okay to ask for advice as well. I want to share my work and make friends in fandom (specifically the BNHA fandom ATM), but I'm a really socially anxious person and get nervous when I try to, or even just think about, posting anything. Do you have an advice on how to start a blog and share work, even if you're nervous? - Aristos Anon

hi hi!!! i can give it a try!! <3

ooooh this is a really good question!!! it’s also a really difficult question to answer!! as a fellow socially anxious person, what i can say is that i think i had a bit of an advantage when it comes to being uhhh used to (for lack of a better word) to sharing my work, because in university i was quite literally forced to share my work with my classmates. what i can ALSO say is that i still get extreme anxiety any time i post anything, and i don’t really think that’s exactly unique to me or to those of us suffering from social anxiety, because the majority of people i know on here feel the same anxiety (to varying degrees ofc) when posting a new piece!!! SO, i hope that this can bring you at least a few shreds of comfort in knowing that you’re totally not alone in feeling that anxiety—it’s scary to share something you’ve created with a bunch of strangers!!! that’s your work, your art, and it’s special and important to you!! i think it’s only natural to feel that anxiety, even if you and i feel it to more extreme degrees than others! it’s a very vulnerable thing to do, but it’s also very rewarding, and worth it!

on that note, i think something else that may help is to keep in mind the pros and cons of sharing your work online: sharing your writing online will undoubtedly enable you to continue sharpening your skills and abilities as a writer!!! what other pros can you think of, for yourself specifically, and do they outweigh the potential (and probably highly unlikely) cons???

in addition, you might want to take a moment to reflect WHY you’re feeling this anxiety. is it just from the attention you may receive? are you worried you’re going to get unwarranted or unwanted criticism? is it just the sheer prospect of having to talk to others? does anon hate scare you? etc etc etc., and then come up with a few potential solutions (ie if you’re worried about hate, maybe you could turn anon off at the beginning, or disable comments. additionally, if this is a source of fear, keep in mind that people who send others anonymous hate are ridiculously pathetic and are only being mean to you because they’re jealous of you. brush them off, they don’t deserve an ounce of your attention).

when it comes to finally making that leap and creating the blog, it’s hard for me to give advice that isn’t some variation of ‘just do it’ hahaha <3 for me, i had been thinking about sharing my work online for a while, and it was actually my boyfriend + a friend who gave me those final pushes. do you have a trusted friend you can talk to about these anxieties that may be able to give you a fresh or different perspective that you hadn’t thought of before/that anxiety wasn’t letting you see??? it might be worthwhile to get a perspective or two from others who aren’t in your position!!! unfortunately, i cannot give you any better, more specific advice than this, because i don’t know what your specific anxieties pertain to (which you will be able to figure out by doing the exercises/answering the questions above!)

often, i like to tell people not to force themselves or to do anything that they still feel really uncomfortable or unsure about. but, to me, it sounds like you genuinely do really want to do this!! like that you are READY to finally create your blog/account and share your stuff. and you SHOULD! don’t let your anxiety hold you back from things, especially things that have a big potential to reap so many wonderful benefits!! easier said than done, i know, but you are ultimately in control here!!

waaah this advice feels a little all over the place, i apologize, i’m super super tired today (つ＿－*)｡οΟ but i hope it makes sense and i hope it helps at least a little!! <3 i wish you the best of luck aristos babie u can do it!!! overall, just try to take a few moments to discern what’s most important to you (like what’s most important for you to get out of this experience and why you want to start a blog), why it’s causing you anxiety, and the potential benefits!!! <33

[roscoe-dream]

End of the Line [ 1 ] || Stiles Stilinski

A/N: this takes place during season 6A, when Stiles is taken by the Ghost Riders. a STYDIA SCENE TURNED INTO AN STILES x READER SCENE. also, italicized text symbolizes memory.

word count: 2,426

WARNINGS: i’d say none, but some might consider angst? I don’t know how this works yet.

Inspired by this song. Highly recommended you listen on repeat while reading!

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Your heart ached as you walked through the doors. It wasn't an aching that you'd get from seeing a sad scene in a movie or seeing someone cry in public — it’s the feeling you get when you lose someone. You felt like you lost someone.

You felt lost. And you didn't know why.

Frantic. You were so frantic, tears welling in your eyes as you scanned the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School in search of your hazel-eyed best friend.

"Y/N?"

You heard him call out for you, and in that moment you didn't care if you tripped over your own two feet to get to him. You did what it took to get to him as fast you could.

The wind was picking up. The golden brown autumn leaves that tumbled from the trees were being blown by the harsh wind, your hair being whipped around your face. You didn't care. You only cared about him, only cared about being in his arms.

"You know me. Oh, thank God." He panted, hurrying you into his strong embrace. You were speechless, heart racing at the thought of being too late before he was taken. Clinging to his body, your  fists clenching into his flannel shirt.

"I know you." You managed to squeak out, mind feeling hazy.

You knew him. But it began to feel like you didn't.

Your eyes screwed shut, and you hissed in pain at the sudden pounding to your temples. Instinctively, you held your head, ignoring the stares you were given by fellow peers as your slowed your walking in the hallway.

And just as quick as it came, the headache was gone. Your eyes sprung open, and you let your gaze travel through the sea of students. Fingers tingling as well as the tip of your tongue, and you couldn't explain why. Someone was supposed to be here. But where were they?

With your brows furrowed, a look of determination settled nicely on your features. You pushed your way through the bodies, but not without looking at each one of their faces in hopes of easing the longing feeling that was only growing in the pit of your stomach.

"I think everyone else is forgetting."

Your words were weary, tears leaking from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. Bottom lip wobbling as your grip on his flannel shirt only tightened.

The sight of you this way broke his heart, and you could see it in his whiskey colored eyes.

'Those eyes, how could I forget them?' You thought. But little did you know it was already slipping your mind.

He opened his mouth to give you as many comforting words he could before his time was up, but it was too late.

The wind picked up gradually, cold air nipping at both of your skin causing your cheeks to flush. Your clothes flapping against your body as your hair attempted to block your vision of him. So you tied it up.

Although it was blind to your eyes, it wasn't to his. He froze in your arms, a panicked look taking over his beautiful features as his eyes darted around in front of him. You could feel his breathing picking up as you held him, which caused yours to do the same.

"What is it?" You asked, no matter how badly you didn't want to ask the question — you did.

"Do you see them?" Was all he asked, his arms slipping from their hold on you as he slowly stepped back.

You took this time to look around you, only to see the dimly lit parking lot with a few cars in it. "See what?"

He whimpered at your response, and you watched as tears filled his eyes. Taking a step toward you, his large hand clasped around your wrist, gently tugging you in his direction and away from the men on the horses that only he saw. His eyes weren't on you, they were on something ahead of you — they were on them.

"Stiles," You swallowed thickly, slowly pulling your eyes away from the empty lot to his fear stricken face. "If you can see them, they're gonna.."

You couldn't finish. You didn't want to, because you knew if you did, the truth would become even more real than it already has.

Stiles finally tore his eyes away from the Ghost Riders that slowly gathered in front of the two of you, grabbing onto both of your arms firmly.

"No, I know. I know. They're coming for me."

Headache again, but what was the trigger?

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, wincing at the harsh pounding in your head. It felt as though the back of your head was being whacked with a metal bat and you couldn't get it to settle or stop.

Looking around again, nobody seemed to give you the wave of familiarity you were yearning for.

You began to grow frustrated with yourself. Why couldn't you remember who you were looking for? They must've been way too important to forget if your body is aching to find them.

But you can't fulfill your own needs.

Why? Because you don't even know who you were looking for anymore.

"You have to get away from me. Right now, okay?"

You felt your pulse begin to quicken as the hairs on your arms and back of your neck began to rise. They were here, they were close. You could feel them, but you couldn't see them.

Shaking your head at him, Stiles scoffed. Now wasn't the time to be stubborn, so he let it go. "Alright, come on. Come on!"

He began to drag you off in the direction away from the school's doors, and you didn't even care about the fact that he was pulling you so carelessly, you were tripping over your own two feet. You needed to get away.

You crashed into Stiles' body as he stopped abruptly, him seeing a single Ghost Rider at the end of the path. "This way, this way, come on." Just like that, he was pulling you back in the direction you came.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He shouted, skidding into another stop.

The tears rolling down your face were relentless, looking in multiple directions, but seeing absolutely nothing. Unlike Stiles, who had every reason to be afraid, but all he was worried about was you.

"Stiles!" You finally broke, a sob escaping your lips as you let him drag you around through the parking lot in attempt to escape. "Stiles, where are they?" You whimpered, huddling your body as close to his as possible.

He slowed his movements, panting breaths with eyes full of fear and panic as he looked around you both.

"They're everywhere."

The headaches you were beginning to feel made you feel numb. It hurt that much.

Heading to your locker, you raised your shaky hands to the combination lock that rested there, swirling in the combination.

You've never had headaches or migraines this severe, or repeatedly in one day. You never thought to keep spare Advil in your bag or locker. Glancing at the clock posted on one of the walls in the hallway, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of having a little more than 10 minutes until class started.

'Maybe the headaches would die down by then,' you thought to yourself, rummaging through your locker to put away larger textbooks only to replace them with the needed ones.

Your locker slammed shut, and you clamped the combination lock back together. Almost immediately, you turned your head to look across the emptier hallway. You looked at the set of lockers across the hall expectantly, but soon made a face of confusion. The action was almost an instinct, but nobody you knew was over there, you were met with an empty set of lockers.

"Don't look at them, Y/N, okay?"

Stiles was booking it to his powder blue jeep, hand latched with yours as he struggled to get the keys out of his back pocket. Neither of you skipped a beat when throwing yourselves into the front seats, hands reattaching almost immediately.

"Don't try to scream, they'll take you too. Do not look at them." He ordered, both of you jumping at the loud crack of lightening in the sky. However to Stiles, it was the whip of a Ghost Rider.

You shook your head rapidly. "I won't, I won't!" you assured him, heart lurching in your chest as you watched the car keys slip from his shaking grasp.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Stiles' hurried movements stopped, and instead of starting the ignition and driving out of here, he let his hand fall into his lap. "What are you doing? We need to get out of here!" You yelped, feeling your heart stop all together.

"There's no time." Was all he said.

He turned his body to face yours, using both hands to grab onto yours with need. "Y/N, I'm going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You're gonna forget me."

Alex. A name you didn't recognize. You knew it was the effects of the Ghost Riders, and didn't suppress the sob that left your mouth.

"No. No, I won't! I won't. I won't." You promised, your sobs escaping at every chance they could.

The only reason why you were sobbing as bad as you were, was because you were making a promise you couldn't keep. As you stared into the beautiful whiskey eyes of your best friend, as welcoming and calming as they were, they were beginning to look unfamiliar to you.

Stiles shushed your mumbles of promises by placing his larger hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. "You will." He whispered calmly, tears rolling down his own freckled cheeks as he gave you a small smile. "Just try to find some way to remember me, okay?"

Remember.

Your bottom lip trembled as you desperately grabbed onto his hands, your eyes never moving to look at anything but his own.

"Remember how you were the first person to know my real name?" He chuckled, eyes lighting up slightly at the sight of you giving him a breathless laugh at the hazy memory, soon followed by a sniffle.

Remember.

"Remember how you always liked to hold my hand in the hallways so you wouldn't get trampled, just like I'll always remember how you smile at me across the hallway from your locker." He spoke, words trembling while using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away to new set of tears.

You wept as you leaned into his slightly familiar hands, fighting with yourself to remember, but cried when you were only given a slight hazy vision.

You were forgetting.

Stiles tore his gaze away from yours quickly, before reconnecting them and sniffling. "Remember how you were the only person I talked to about my mom, Y/N. I trust you with my life." He breathed out, leaning his forehead against yours as his eyes shut.

"And I trust you with mine." You let out weakly, eyes closing as you savored the touch that, for some reason, brought you so much comfort.

Remember.

He pulled away slowly, peeling his eyes opened and you gasped. You didn't know those eyes, not one bit.

Stiles' heart shattered at the fact, he could see the scared look on your face clearly. Readjusting his grip on your face, he licked his lips nervously before speaking again."Remember... Remember that I've been in love with you since the beginning of our friendship, and that I didn't even realize until middle school." He chuckled humorlessly, swiping at the few stray tears that sprung from your eyes.

Remember.

You shook your head in his hold, the faint memories of your blossoming friendship since diapers flashing before your eyes. "Stiles." You wailed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to silence your cries.

The boy's eyes flickered past you, his heart stopping at the sight of a Ghost Rider just outside your window. He released a steady breath, leaning into your face.

"And remember this."

He whispered, and before you could ask, his lips were planted on yours.

Tears rolled down each of your cheeks, merging together in the places your faces were touching. It was a whole new set of waterworks, because as he kissed you, you could feel the distant wanting of this moment. However, it was crowded by the overwhelming feeling of unfamiliarity.

You pulled away, a ghost of a smile on your lips as you stared into a pair of beautiful whiskey eyes.

Remember.

The moment didn't last long at all.

Time seemed like it slowed instantly in this moment, but it hadn't at all — in fact, it happened way too quick for you to comprehend.

The door to Stiles' side opened by a large gust of wind, a Ghost Rider, and he was dragged out. You screamed, at an octave that would put a banshee to shame. Reaching out for the boy that was pulled out of the car by the wind, you choked on a sob when he disappeared with a crack of lighting.

Your arms wrapped around yourself as you pushed your body into the jeep at was slowly beginning to fade from your memory, the only word leaving your lips being 'Remember.'

You jumped at the feeling of a hand being placed on your arm, snapping out your daze to meet the concerned looks of Scott, Malia, and Lydia.

"You alright?" Scott asked softly, taking a step closer to get a good look at your face after getting a whiff of your anxious aroma.

As Scott stepped forward, Malia did too, inspecting your face with her naturally gruff expression. "People were looking at you stupid for staring at the lockers across the hall. Who are you looking for?" She asked bluntly, letting out a yelp from the whack on the arm she received from Lydia.

Despite how blunt her words were, you looked at her as tears filled your eyes. Her hard gaze softened almost immediately, feeling guilty as she thought what she said hurt your feelings.

But that wasn't it, not at all. It was the multiple painful headaches you got just from being at school for 10 minutes. It was the longing feeling you had in the pit of your stomach, the anxiousness you felt walking through the hallways because you were supposed to be with someone. You were looking for someone, but —

"I, um.. I can't remember."