#But i also doubt I left em open after getting out the car bc i walked around it to get my bag

[cripplecryptid]

Apparently I left all four windows of the car open?????? Genuinely so shocked by myself I can't believe this

[the-aro-ace-arrow-ace]

hi ma’am please share why you think five is gonna join the sparrows hand em over 🤲👈 i’m very interested and emotionally invested in this ok thank you :D

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED

okay first of all i would like to apologize to that one anon

why i’m gonna be surprised if Five’s gonna stay with the umbrellas:

- the sparrow pin on the season 2 promo poster - the way his siblings act towards him esp season 2, vanya in the car smiling at everyone but five (even after the softest “i know, you owe me one, sis.) - diego not even looking in his direction with ‘they love me back’ (looked on the ground) - “you skipped out on (veggie’s) golden years” and then sparrows looking hella fresh - five’s blaming himself for Ben’s death - the talk with veggie at the bar which is enough for five to doubt himself and his abuse - the LSD dinner scene showing that he’s repressing his memories, making it easier to fall back; in the pilot the uniforms were framed like prison bars, so he won’t be getting away any time soon - “I wonder If it’s too late to be unadopted.” (c’mon) - possibly a sparrow feather in his hat in eps 8 & 9 - elliot and hazel killed bc of him left some scars too - the “he may have some variation of the costume” from Chris the costume guy in the 2 hours long interview, Aidan wanting new clothes too - “(Veggie)’s gonna play all his little mind games on us, get into our heads and turn us all against each other. You watch.” “We’re not 12 anymore, Luther.” (guess who is tho) - “No more numbers. No more bullshit. We’re team zero.” diego your brother who’s literally a number is standing right there - Ben’s “You’re not alone at the table anymore, Vanya.” and five being left alone with veggie (technically a bar), at Wisconsin (literally the only one alive) and at Sissy’s house (under the table but counts) - Five is a very family-oriented person and if his family turns on him? If he finds out that they don’t actually care that much? He’s gonna go back to the only alive person that showed a glimpse of decency. Who apologized first. We joke about sending Five back to school, but that’s what the academy was in the first place, wasn’t it? - Sloane having plans about getting out the academy but tied to her family. That could include leaving an empty slot in the team and feeling guilty. Sloane is sparrow number 5. (looks into the camera) - was missing for a day and a half before the supper and no one bet an eyelash. The breakdown in the seven stages after he locks himself in the room. You can’t tell me the thoughts like “would they even notice if i’d disappear again?” and “is this even worth it?” didn’t cross his mind at least once. esp after ‘i was better by my own in the apocalypse.’ - because the umbrellas are gonna be angry as shit. hell, claire doesn’t exist in this timeline. that’s gonna hit hard. five was lucky to have luther with him when he opened the portal to 2019 to side with him that the supper wasn’t the thing that got them unadopted, but still. - veggie is clearly interested in time travel and now there’s a living breathing mentally unstable 3 seconds away from a panic attack time traveller claiming to be his son with literally nowhere to go, looking like a kid so he can’t get a job and pay rent and his family isn’t exactly interested in his well being? f r e e r e a l e s t a t e

- also i wanna see the DNA alteration and who better than vegetable ‘gotta pump up my adoptive son with this more than questionable juice each season’ hargreeves

edit:

- because having five with the sparrows and the siblings somewhere else (in the hotel) would split the screen time. We'd learn about the sparrows while five would be going Through ItTM without saving the world and the umbrellas would be forced through character developments they need like air

[yikesharringrove]

maybe? 👉👈 steve taking a really long time with college (like on one year and off one yours year, on, off, on, off) and he still doesn't really know what he wants to do and he gets really frustrated bc billy just did college all in one go and steve is taking forever and he feels down on himself? idk im feeling the whump rn???

Steve had left high school having no idea what he wanted from the rest of his life.

That’s not true, he had some idea.

He knew he wanted to leave Hawkins, follow Billy wherever he was going. He knew he wanted to be with Billy for the rest of his life, he knew he wanted to leave the past behind and make new friends, people who were kind, and fun, and didn’t bat an eye when Billy pulled him into his lap.

But that’s about it.

So when Billy graduates high school, and gets a full ride to UC Berkeley, and they move into a cheap apartment in downtown Oakland, Steve is so happy that he got out.

He gets a job waiting tables at a restaurant down the street, pays half the rent and buys the groceries while Billy’s in class.

But then two years pass, and Billy’s soaring through college, working to his degrees, plural, because he just couldn’t decide between studying English Literature or Biology with a focus in research.

So he’s majoring in both and getting a minor in Italian because then I’ll know what you’re sayin’ when you start horny babblin’.

And Steve was at the same restaurant.

True, he was assistant manager now, and it came with a pretty okay raise, and he even gets dental insurance, but he feels so stuck.

So he enrolls in community college.

He starts with some general classes, still completely unsure of what he wants to study.

Billy said it was okay to just rule out things you don’t want to study, to nearly fail a math course and know that accounting is not for you.

So when Steve finishes his first year, he at least knows what he doesn’t want to pursue.

Meanwhile Billy has an internship at a lab through Kaiser Permanente. And he can read and write Italian than Steve can.

Steve is walking home from his job at the restaurant when it happens. He’s crossing the street, and gets hit by a car.

He’s taken to the hospital, where he’s informed of a fractured spine and another concussion.

He’s told his injury could’ve been much more severe, that he will not experience paralysis, but he needs physical therapy and walking will be difficult for a while.

Their finances take a big hit.

Billy’s internship doesn’t pay super well, and with Steve being unable to work for the foreseeable future, he’s fired.

Billy has insurance through the school, but because on paper, he and Steve have no real relation, Steve’s medical bills come out of pocket.

So Steve is bedridden for months. He can’t work or get groceries, or do fucking anything but lay there.

They can’t afford physical therapy.

But Billy has a friend studying to be a PT, and she comes over every Saturday, and practices her technique on him in exchange for ten bucks and a few beers.

And so the money Steve tucked away for school is rapidly diminishing.

By the time Billy graduates, Steve is a year into recovery. He still gets dizzy at odd intervals, and his back gets stiff when it rains, but Billy gets a job right away, doing research on flu vaccines.

And Steve goes back to work.

He gets a desk job, something he won’t have to be on his feet all day for. He works reception for a message therapist, which comes with free massages, which work wonders on his back.

So in the fall, he decides to give his education another shot.

He learns that history is not for him, and that his nutrition course was fine until they began looking into how the body processes nutrients, and he was fucking lost. He takes a few business classes, thinking, hoping genetics would take over and this is something he could do.

But his dad was right to take away the job opportunity at his own firm. Steve was not cut out for this.

After a year of research, Billy is promoted three times. He ends up working on some extremely important study that Steve does not understand for the fucking life of him.

But he sits and listens every time Billy explains what he did that day, even though Steve gets so sad when Billy mentions having to kill the lab mice to study their bodies.

So Steve is two years into community college, five years into living in Oakland with Billy, and he still is lost.

He takes a semester off, working more hours, trying to save up some money.

Because Billy is beginning to think about grad school, and that shit’s not cheap.

But Billy decides to postpone that, work for a few more years, and besides, he’s caught between studying something to put him in a research field, or just straight up going to medical school to study infectious disease.

Because Billy could. He’s smart enough for medical school, smart enough to research and be a doctor.

And Steve has a smushy spine and half a degree in nothing.

A semester off turns into a year.

A year and a semester.

Two years.

They’ve been in California for seven years, and Billy gets into grad school in San Diego. They move south and Billy spends late nights pursuing a Masters in Immunology.

And Steve works the front desk at a pediatrician’s office.

He’s flipping through a course catalog from the San Diego Community College when Billy comes home from his new job, the position he got after applying to only three labs.

He kissed the top of Steve’s head, moving to grab himself a beer from the fridge.

“You thinkin’ of going back?”

“I don’t know.” Steve slid the catalog closed. “Is it even worth it?”

“That’s something you have to decide.” Billy sat down, sliding the catalog towards him. Steve had crossed off the classes he had already taken, the ones he new he wouldn’t like.  “And you know, going to school isn’t the only option. You could get an apprenticeship, master a trade.”

“I can’t do anything where I need to bend over for really any length of time. So that rules out plumber, and car mechanic, and anything physical like construction, or landscaping or even general contracting is right out.”

Steve could feel the old shame, the doubt and the self hatred crawling up his spine.

“I have nothing to offer. I have no discerning skills, and in seven years I’ve only made it through two years of goddamn community college, and here you are, ripping through grad school like a fourth degree is easy.”

“Stevie, you’ve got a lot to offer. We just gotta find something that suits you.” He took Steve’s pen, turning to the back page of the catalog. “Okay, we’re gonna write down all of you strengths, and think of career paths that could fit those. I’ll go first, you’re extremely caring. You’d be good at any career where you care for people.”

“But I can’t study nursing or something, I barely understood my biology 101 course. Plus, nurses are strong. I can’t lift more than like, thirty pounds.”

“There’re way more caring fields than nursing, Pretty Boy. Although I would love if you were my nurse.” Billy smirked at him, leaning in to plant a sloppy kiss to Steve’s cheek as he rolled his eyes. “Another strength: your emotional intelligence is through the fucking roof.” He wrote it down. “Okay, I’ve said tow, so you say one.”

“Um, I think that I’m good at making people laugh?”

“Yes! You are. Perfect.” Billy scribbled it down. “You’re a good leader.”

“I’m pretty good at reading people.” Billy wrote Intuitive, can smell a douchebag from a mile away.

“You’re good under pressure.”

“Sometimes.”

“Every time I’ve seen. You’re good at keeping calm and keeping others calm.”

“I guess.”

“Nah, Stevie. Positives only. Say a strength.”

“I’m, uh, I’m good at, bilingual?” Billy stared at him. “Like, I’m bilingual.”

“Are you sure? I don’t think that was English, even.” Steve slapped his chest, Billy laughed. “I’m joking. You are bilingual. You’re also really good at making others feel safe.”

“I was always pretty alright at public speaking.”

“You’ve got a great eye for detail.”

“I’m good at teamwork, and delegating.”

“You’re really compassionate, too.” Billy drew a line under the strengths side. “Okay, so now we’ve got some of your strengths, think about what you’d want in a job, and we can match everything up and think about some careers that could fit.” Steve nodded, racking his brain.

“Um, I would want to work with kind people, I would kind of like to do something, you know, worthwhile. I’d like to be in charge of something. Like it’s fine if I have a boss to answer to, but I’d like to be fairly independent.”

“I already have so many ideas.”

“Lay ‘em on me.” Steve sat back, closing his eyes to try and picture everything Billy threw out.

“I’ve actually always thought you’d be a really good teacher. Especially if you did like, kindergarten. Just got to be around little kids all day.” Steve could actually see it. “I also think you’d be a could social worker, like to work with Child Protective Services, or something. Um, you’d be good at even planning. Or I think you’d be really good working at a nonprofit of some kind. Maybe you could be the event planner for a nonprofit.”

And Steve was sitting there, and suddenly, he had four career paths, just sitting right in front of him. Four super attainable career paths.

“Wait, wait those make sense.” Billy beamed at him.

“Yeah, that’s because I know you, Pretty Boy.” Billy opened the catalog. “So, I think if you choose to enroll, you should pick a few classes, like, Intro to Social Work, Early Childhood Education 100, and maybe like, Sociology, and see from there.”

Steve stared at the course descriptions for what Billy circled.

“Thank you for helping me. I’m sorry this has taken me so long.”

“It’s okay. Everyone is on a different timeline. And it’s not like you got to explore options in high school. You were told business until your dad decided that nevermind. So it’s understandable that this took you a minute. Plus, you went through hell with your back.”

Steve sat up straight, stretching out his back.

“But, I mean, the back thing kinda happened to you too, and you still made it through all your schooling.”

“Sure, I watched you go through it, but I was not in the pain you were. And like, emotionally, it fucking sucked to watch the love of my goddamn life go through something, and I couldn’t even afford therapy. Like, I felt so helpless, but that’s nothing to what you went through literally experiencing it.” Steve took Billy’s hand, linking their fingers together, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“You did the best you could. Everything was shit for like, that whole year.”

“I cannot telly you how many times I would go into an individual study room in the library and just like, sob for a while.And then I’d get so mad at myself, thinking of you at home, hurting and not even able to get yourself out of bed, and I’d race home feeling like shit.”

Steve scrubbed his fingers through Billy’s hair. He had cut it a while ago, kept it short these days.

“You were doing everything you could for me. I would just sit in bed all day, and think about how amazing you are. Like I would just think about all the good times we’ve had together, and how much I love you.”

“That explains why we didn’t fight for like, that whole year.” Steve laughed. Billy leaned to kiss him softly.

“And you know, even now we’ve done this, there’s still no rush on you. You don’t have to go back to school this year, of this decade, or anytime until you’re ready. Until you want to.”

“Well now, I feel like there’s a fucking light at the end of the tunnel. I’m almost, excited. Is this how you feel? Excited to go to school?”

“Welcome to the nerd life, Sweet Thing.” Billy drained the last of his beer. “You wanna go out tonight? Celebrate?”

“Like, go out to dinner, or go out?”

“Oh, just like dinner. Be home by eight thirty, in bed by nine, missionary with the lights off, and asleep by nine fifteen.”

“Sign me the fuck up.”

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Hey Romeo (Richie Tozier X Reader)

WC: 2181

Warnings: language, kinda sexual thoughts/comments, alcohol

Summary: Every time Richie went to tell Y/N how he felt he just couldn’t do it, but maybe things might change.

A/N: I hope y’all like this one, bc it is Cute. Also sorry if it’s a bit shit in parts, I wrote it on an airplane while being Very sleep deprived.

“Richard you are meant to be on in fifteen minutes, what are you doing?” Y/N asked, clutching a clipboard in one hand with the other on her hip. Y/N and Richie had been friends since college, and she now worked very closely with him, essentially acting as his manager.

“I’m just feeling a little out of it right now, Y/N. Got some stuff on my mind, you know.” Richie said, and Y/N sighed, briefly checking her watch before sitting down next to Richie, giving him a sincere smile.

“Rich, I’ve known you for like fifteen years. You know you can tell me anything, right?” Y/N said, and Richie nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“So what’s on your mind, and please don’t bullshit me. You know I can see through you like glass.” Y/N said, gently resting a hand on his knee as a means of reassuring and calming him. Unfortunately for Richie, it had the opposite effect.

See, the thing that was on Richie’s mind was the intense feelings he had for the woman sitting next to him. His best friend of fifteen years, roommate of ten and the woman who currently had her very soft, very warm hand on his knee. He wished he would stop feeling like a fucking schoolboy who got flustered if his crush so much as looked at him, but the feeling of Y/N’a hand on his knee was really speeding up his heart rate.

“It’s uh, it’s nothing much. Just nerves and stuff.” Richie said, and Y/N gave him a look that screamed ‘I call bullshit’ but she simply sighed, rubbing her thumb along his jean-clad knee.

“You’re going to knock them dead, Richie. Trust me.” Y/N said kindly, her warm eyes almost turning Richie’s insides to mush.

“You know I do, Y/N/N. Thank you.” He said, trying to keep his voice as even as he could manage. Y/N stood up, and Richie nearly let out an audible whine at the loss of warmth and contact.

“Any time Tozier, now go get em, tiger.” Y/N said, patting his back as he walked past her to the door. As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, he felt a wave of courage and he turned around, taking in another deep breath.

“Hey Y/N?” He said, and the girl let out a hum of acknowledgement as she turned to face him. Every bone in Richie’s body was screaming ‘JUST TELL HER!’ and he was about to, his mouth open to tell her how he felt but he was cut off by Y/N swearing loudly, looking at her watch before moving like a whirlwind, shoving Richie out of the dressing room towards the stage.

“Whatever it is you wanted to tell me, it can wait until after the show Rich. Go out there and kill it, ok?” Y/N said, smiling as Richie nodded eagerly, adjusting his glasses slightly.

“Break a leg Richie.” Y/N said before turning and walking away, and Richie couldn’t help but curse himself for making his last thought before going on stage be how good Y/N’s ass looked in that skirt she was wearing.

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“Fuck Richie, can you help me with the groceries? My arms are just about to fall off.” Y/N called, bumping the front door open with her hip because of how full her arms were with bags of groceries.

Richie jumped up from his spot on the couch, immediately rushing past Y/N and out to her car. He grabbed as many bags as he could muster and barrelled back into the apartment, nearly spilling everything when he put the bags down.

“Ok, I think that’s everything. Hell yeah! Well done team.” Y/N said, high fiving Richie who spontaneously burst into laughter.

“Why are you laughing? What the fuck did I do?” Y/N said, pulling an iced tea out of the fridge and taking a sip as Richie pulled himself together.

“Well done team? You sound like a soccer mom after her stupid kid’s soccer game. You don’t say ‘well done team’ in response to anything unless you’re a soccer mom or a middle-aged white dad.” Richie said, wiping tears away from his eyes as Y/N huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I do not sound like a soccer mom, you asshole! That was very rude and very mean of you.” Y/N said indignantly, like an annoyed toddler on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

“Now you sound like a pissed off little kid. This is just too good.” Richie said, and his heart felt a little bit fuller at the sight of an annoyed Y/N. She always got pouty when she was annoyed, and he thought it was adorable.

“I’m gonna strangle you.” Y/N muttered, causing Richie to let out another laugh as he straightened up slightly.

“I’d like to see you and your itty bitty legs try, Y/L/N. I doubt you could reach even on your tip toes.” Richie taunted, crossing his arms as he watched Y/N’s eyes narrow.

“Oh it’s on, Tozier.” Y/N said under her breath before suddenly running at Richie and jumping. Richie panicked, his hands instantly going to her waist as her legs wrapped around his waist.

“How’s this for not being able to reach, tall ass?” Y/N said, laughing maniacally at the incredibly confused look on Richie’s face.

In truth, the look on Richie’s face was part confusion, part panic at the fact that Y/N was so close to him and god did her legs feel good wrapped around his waist. He had to stop his thoughts from wandering too much due to their close proximity. He couldn’t make it any more awkward than it needed to be.

“Why?” Richie said, his eyes wide and his voice higher than usual, and Y/N just giggled.

“Firstly, I wanted to prove to you that I could, in fact, reach your neck and secondly, I wanted to see the look on your face when I threw myself at you. So it was a victory for me on both fronts.” Y/N said, a smug grin on her face.

They both took in a deep breath, and suddenly the playful energy of before had melted into something a little more tense. Richie swallowed, trying not to stare too much at Y/N’s face that was so very close to his own.

“Look Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you.” Richie said, and he could feel his heart start to beat ridiculously quickly. He really hoped that Y/N couldn’t hear or feel it.

“Fire away Richie.” Y/N said, and it seemed that by looking so deeply into Y/N’s eyes Richie was suddenly filled with panic and anxiety.

“Oh um, it’s just that I need to start writing stuff for the new tour so would you be able to put the groceries away?” Richie said, hating himself as soon as those words left his mouth.

Y/N looked confused but she nodded, dropping away from Richie’s body and out of his hold. “Sure, Rich.” She said, furrowing her eyebrows slightly but obliging his request.

Richie walked away feeling incredibly stupid, having wasted another opportunity to tell Y/N about how he felt.

That’s nil to Tozier, two to all consuming anxiety and panic. Great.

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“I really think we need to celebrate! The end of your very successful tour is a momentous occasion.” Y/N said, kicking off her heels as her and Richie entered the apartment.

“Sure. One glass of champagne couldn’t hurt. Pour up, my dear.” Richie said, causing a cheer to erupt from Y/N’s lips as she pulled out two glasses and opened the champagne, much to Richie’s delight.

The promised one glass of champagne turned into closer to four or five, and soon Y/N and Richie were dancing around the kitchen like maniacs, shouting the lyrics to Another One Bites The Dust with no style or class.

“We should really get drunk together more often. It’s so fun!” Y/N said, giggling at Richie’s enthusiastic nod.

“I love it! I haven’t felt this loose in forever. I don’t think I’ve listened to Queen in ages but here we are.” He said, throwing his arms up in the air in a gesture that showed how relaxed he was, apparently.

The giggle subsided slightly as the song changed from the upbeat Queen song to a slower Elton John number. Richie was pretty sure it was Your Song, one of Y/N’s favourites. He looked over to see Y/N smiling widely, swaying to herself and mumbling the lyrics under her breath.

Richie took a seat on the stool near the breakfast bar, trying his hardest to ignore the butterflies that were filling his stomach. He had since given up on trying to tell Y/N how he felt, because not only did he chicken out every time, he was 90 per cent sure she didn’t feel the same way.

However, all of his heart strings were being tugged by the sight of Y/N dancing in their shared kitchen, and suddenly Richie was pulled from his thoughts by Y/N calling his name.

“Richie, dance with me. Please?” She said, making grabby hands towards him with puppy dog eyes and Richie groaned, carefully getting off the stool and walking over to Y/N, who now looked very pleased with herself.

She gave him a dopey smile which Richie mirrored as his hands slowly made their way around her waist. Y/N rested her head against his chest, placing her hand on his upper back around his shoulders. She grasped at the fabric of his shirt, balling it up in her firsts as they swayed.

Y/N murmured something into Richie’s chest, and he pulled a confused face, knowing that she said something but not what she said. “What was that Y/N?” He asked, and she pulled away from his chest to look up at him with an emotion on her face that could only be described as adoration.

“I love you Richie. I know I’m drunk and you’re drunk but I don’t give a shit. I love you so much and I just really wanted to tell you so, yeah. There it is.” Y/N said, gaining more confidence as she spoke.

Richie’s eyes widened at Y/N’s words, looking at her dumbfounded once she had stopped speaking. He would struggle to process this sober, let alone drunk, but slowly things fell into place and Richie’s face lit up in an electric smile.

“Wait, so you’re saying you love me? Like romantically, like you’d want to be my girlfriend?” Richie said excitedly, smiling like a madman as Y/N nodded.

“Yeah idiot, that’s what it means when someone says they love you. I wanna date you and kiss you and shit.” Y/N said, causing Richie to let out an almost girlish giggle.

“You wanna kiss me?” Richie said and Y/N nodded enthusiastically, burying her head in the crook of Richie’s neck bashfully.

“Then what are you waiting for Y/L/N? Kiss me.” Richie said, placing a finger under Y/N’s chin and lifting her head so they were making direct eye contact. Y/N gave Richie a loving smile before leaning up and closing the gap between them.

Maybe it was the alcohol and maybe it was just how long they’d both waited for it, but the kiss was incredible. Y/N noted that Richie tasted like champagne and something else that she couldn’t quite place, and neither of them wanted to pull away. Richie was almost in heaven, and he was convinced that Y/N was made for him, because her body fit perfectly against his and so did her lips.

When they did pull away Richie’s eyes were still closed, and Y/N giggled as she looked at his blissed-out face. “Hey Romeo, you can open your eyes now.” Y/N said, and Richie instantly opened his eyes, sending Y/N an apologetic smile.

“Can we go to bed? I’m so tired and I just wanna sleep. I did, after all, conclude a very successful stand up tour tonight.” Richie said, an almost whiny quality to his voice as he spoke, running his hands up and down Y/N’a arms.

“On one condition: I get the left side of the bed.” Y/N said and Richie chuckled, nodding his head as he took Y/N’a hand and walked to his bedroom. Y/N shed her dress and immediately moved to Richie’s wardrobe, pulling out an old t-shirt that was huge on her. Richie simply took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his boxers.

“Hey.” Y/N said once she was in bed, facing Richie.

“Hi.” He replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N rolled over onto her side, and Richie followed suit by wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing his chest into her back.

“I love you Richie, can’t say it enough.” Y/N said, and Richie pressed a soft kiss to her neck in response.

“I love you too Y/N. Goodnight.” Richie whispered, his breath raising the hairs on Y/N’s neck in the best way.

As they drifted off to sleep, Y/N felt more comfortable than she ever had, and she decided that maybe she belonged in Richie’s arms.

[sadmistergeek]

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The time has finally come.. have done a post in a while.. but I also haven’t had free time in a minute. Took my last final of college yesterday and boyyyy did that shit feel nice. I looked back on my most recent post and that Shit couldn’t be any more accurate. I was onto something then and now, I feel no qualms about it. Upon distancing myself from a decent bit of folks I grew up with, whispers about me being “too good” for people or crazy after I moved out of my roommate situation with a manipulative fuck I grew up with and used to consider a brother. For me, I don’t want/need any drama.. just peace, love and happiness. If it doesn’t come with ease I’m not trying to keep the company around. No bridges being burnt but as many relationships have plateaued, I would prefer to leave them be and just work on what I have with those that mean a lot to me. They know who they are. I cannot believe this shit has finally arrived.. 2 years ago when I decided to go back to school after being back in Denver for a year, I was leery about my abilities and if I could actually get a business degree. Crazy what doubts and negativity can do, but on the flip side it’s quite remarkable what positivity and the power of it can do for you. Tunnel vision.. sticking to the mission when times get rough or speed bumps or whatever arise and you gotta adjust the plans on the fly and keep going. Working full-time to make ends meet without health insurance and living paycheck to paycheck was ass but that shit has taught me plenty resiliency, heart and fortitude.. lol weed was really the equalizer that got me through it all. Big shouts to a few friends who were truly with me along the entire way of this journey. When I think about my future, for the first time.. really ever, I feel excited and hopeful about the doors that i now have the ability to open.. but as this all comes full circle, everything isn’t all smiles. I may lose a childhood friend to brain cancer and he’s my age.. life never makes sense and idk that I can believe the sentiment “everything happens for a reason” .. God doesn’t make mistakes but this shit is hard to fathom.. I don’t know how to deal with such delicacy.. I have never quite lost anyone that close.. and don’t really know how to console him or his family. Just support in any way and pray.. but growing up, that kind of shit is something never considered.. it is crazy to think about.. like as kids we would talk about kids, marriage, houses, cars, etc. but never death. Never losing a homie to something that doesn’t make any sense. Living his life right, supporting the fam and grinding to provide and God strikes you with glioblastoma.. like what the fuck. But we will fight the fight til there is nothing left.. I know my boy is a warrior with the heart of a lion.. 3 surgeries in with a 4th tomorrow and all I could really think about is how precious life truly is as the homie is fighting endlessly to preserve his own. If nothing else. The situation taught me to go after whatever you covet in this life bc Gods plans will always supersede anything you have lined up.. each day I wake up, I feel blessed. I feel like I could do almost anything and the hardest part will always be starting. Getting over any hurdles of doubt, fear or laziness. Crazy as it seems, but when Nip died.. it like further exacerbated my urgency to get my shit together and do something in my life. To continue staying solid to who I am along the way, they’ll respect you more if ur true to who you are despite any differences in backgrounds or whatever the case my be.. haha another rant but things are coming together.. started an internship at enterprise back in October and it has been swell.. the social capital they carry em for their training programs is priceless. I applied with Charles Schwab and plan to do the same with Oracle. Fingers crossed and prayers up to finding wherever I’m supposed to be. Honestly still hope for something abroad, I just want to continue to explore while I have no responsibilities or anything keeping me anchored down. I’ll try to post more

[rememberstilinski]

memory found || stiles stilinski (part two)

word count: 5288

warnings: season 6A finale spoilers, brief mention of sex

prompt: part two of this imagine

author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe (not my gifs)

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“Stiles, is that you?” Y/N raised her voice so the figure could hear her.

Somewhere in a supernatural train station, Stiles was looking at the places the Wild Hunt would be on their way to. Since there was no form of entertainment, or even someone to talk to, he just stared at the arrival board, waiting for something to change. At this moment, he was particularly missing Y/N. Her bright smile and warm eyes always made things better and that was something he wished he still had.

A small gust of wind came through and it brought a ticket to Stiles’ feet. “Stiles…” A voice whispered. Stiles looked up from the ticket and turned around with scrunched up eyebrows. Who said his name? As far as he was concerned, everyone here was in a catatonic state and didn’t speak, let alone know who he was.

“Stiles.” The voice was now clearer. The more the voice spoke, the louder it grew.

“Stiles.”

“Y/N?” Stiles said softly. He started walking forward, looking around to see where her angelic voice was coming from.

The intercom screeched as it turned on. “Attention, all passengers. The train will be arriving in twenty-five minutes.” Everyone in the train station stood up and began walking towards the entrance, waiting for their train.

Stiles called out her name again. “Y/N!” He began pushing through the crowd.

“Stiles.”

The people continued crowding together. “Y/N!”

“Stiles.” Her voice continued coming in flashes. “I could sit out here all night.”

“Stiles!”

“Y/N, wait!” Before anything else could happen, there was a gunshot, followed by the sound of a casing landing on the concrete. Everyone that had once been crowding stopped. Stiles looked to see where the gunshot had came from and saw the person he never would’ve expected in there.

His father.

“Give the boy some room.” Sheriff Stilinski said, lowering his gun.

“Dad?” Stiles ran to his father. “Dad!” As Stiles got closer to him, Sheriff’s smile grew. Finally they were close enough to hug each other.

“Oh, I found ya.” Sheriff whispered in Stiles’ ear, the smile still on his face. They pulled away and the two just looked at each other, happy to see they were back together. “I can’t believe I found you.”

“Dad,” Stiles spoke. “I think I can hear Y/N. I think… I think I can get to her. I think she can get us out of here.” Sheriff went to open his mouth, but was cut off by a light blue-green color flashing. Stiles and Sheriff heard horses neighing, signaling that the Ghost Riders were coming.

“You need to get out of here. Don’t worry about me.” Sheriff began walking away after clapping his son on the shoulder.

Stiles followed after him. “Wait, you’re kidding, right?”

“Go. Get help. Find your friends.” Sheriff instructed.

“Yeah, and what about you?” Stiles worried.

Sheriff smiled. “We’ll find each other again.” He turned back around and faced the opening to the tunnel, prepared for a showdown with the Ghost Riders.

“Dad.”

“Stiles… I’ll hold ‘em back. Now get the hell out of here.” Stiles hesitated, not at all willing to leave his father. Stiles nodded and ran to the other side of the train station where the tracks were. Stiles jumped over the ledge and walked through the dark tunnel where the rift was supposed to be.

As Stiles ran closer, a big hole that looked like a rift opened up. The light in the center of it was so bright Stiles needed to block out some of the intense light with his hand. It was radiating with so much power the wind coming through was blowing Stiles’ hair and red flannel back.

“The night at the beach when I kissed him…” Y/N’s voice came through once again. Stiles dropped his hand and walked closer to the rift, determined to get back to his girl.

“The night at the beach when I kissed him…” Not once did his determination waver. “When I kissed him!” Stiles brought his left hand up and started pushing toward the rift because the power was so strong. “Stiles. Keep going.”

He closed his eyes, ready for whatever would hit him as he finally jumped through the rift. “I can see you, Stiles, don’t stop!”

Y/N’s arm was outstretched towards the light, fully prepared for the love of her life to be back in her arms. With a hopeful smile on her face and tears in her eyes, the light began dying down. Eventually the light was completely gone, but there was no trace of Stiles anywhere. Y/N’s smile faded.

“Stiles?” Y/N said, hoping that he would round the corner, but it didn’t happen.

“Y/N…” Scott said carefully.

“Where is he?” Y/N’s voice broke. She whipped around and looked at Lydia, Malia, and Scott. “It was working.” Y/N saw the look of doubt on all of their faces. “You saw him, right?”

“We didn’t see anyone.” Lydia said sympathetically.

Y/N turned back around and looked down the tunnel. “No. H-he was here. He was right there. I know it. Stiles was here.”

In the school parking lot, the blue jeep’s headlights turned on. After the pack had found Stiles jeep, they didn’t know what to do with it. Scott said it would be best to just leave it in the school parking lot, so they did. Stiles’ hands gripped the steering wheel as the car started and he popped up in the driver’s seat. Stiles panted as he realized where he was and looked around his jeep.

With the unlit candle still on the table, Scott and the rest of the pack escorted Y/N back into the room. Lydia and Malia took over so that Scott could close the heavy door. Before he could close it, Liam popped up and stopped it. “Liam…” Scott whispered.

“There’s something you need to see.” Liam panted.

“You’re still here.” Scott breathed out.

“But everyone else is gone. All of them. They’re all gone. You have to come with me.”

Scott was immediately alarmed as Lydia, Malia, and Y/N listened to their conversation. “What is it?”

Liam stuttered. “I-I can’t explain it. I have to show you.” Scott gave in and turned back around.

“Uh, all right. You guys stay here. Just in case.”

“In case Stiles comes back?” Malia asked.

“If there’s any hope, you need to keep trying.” Scott left quickly making sure the door closed on his way out.

The backdoor of the McCall house burst open as Stiles ran. This was the first place he went. “Scott? Scott!” He walked to the bottom of the staircase and called out his best friend’s name one more time.

“Scott!” There was no answer, so he went to the next place he could think of.

Y/N’s house. Just like Scott’s house, the door burst open. “Y/N!” He called out her name, hoping and praying that she would be here.

“Y/N, baby!” Stiles ran up to Y/N’s room and opened the door. Her usually very organized room was messy. Clothes scattered on the floor, crumbled up balls of paper overflowing the small white garbage can next to her desk.

Stiles walked over to the wall in the corner because something peculiar caught his attention. There was a cork board with pictures and notes pinned up. The pictures were all ones that had been empty of Stiles when he was forgotten, but he was back in the picture. All the notes were connected with a red string. He remembered that when all this supernatural stuff happened and he started looking at evidence for the situations the pack would find themselves in, he told her what the different colored strings meant.

Green was for solved cases.

Yellow was to be determined.

Blue was just pretty.

“Well, what about red?” Y/N’s fingers skimmed over the balls of yarn.

“Unsolved.”

She did the same thing he did as she tried to figure out the Ghost Riders problem. She used the same color of string for everything relating to Stiles, not remembering Stiles did the exact same thing. Stiles smiled as he realized just how much she cared for him. All that time in the train station let Stiles think. He thought about Y/N the whole time.

Stiles looked at her usually made bed to see the comforter pushed back and the sheets with black stains on them. Her pillowcases were the same way. The black of her mascara from the nights she cried herself to sleep, just wanting Stiles back, stained the white cloth. In the time he was gone, the other side of Y/N’s bed was always empty and each night she hoped the mattress would dip down and a pair of arms would wrap around her waist, keeping her safe throughout the night. But it never did.

Stiles sighed at the thought of her being so broken in his absence. Before he was taken, Stiles told her he loved her for the first time and eventually realized that she might have loved him back. His thoughts were confirmed just by looking at how different her room was, a sign that she changed without Stiles around. Y/N loved him back, and now he knew that.

Malia opened the metal door that was keeping them in the tunnels. “What are you doing?” Lydia asked. Y/N looked up with a broken expression still on her face.

“We’re gonna go find Stiles.” Malia said, moving her gaze to Y/N who had raised her eyebrows.

“Scott told us to stay in case he shows up here.” Lydia said.

Malia shook her head. “Stiles isn’t coming here. If he was, he would’ve and he hasn’t, so he’s not.” Y/N watched the exchange. “You still think it worked, right?” Malia asked Y/N.

“I know I saw him.” Y/N nodded.

“And you have a connection like no other with him, so if anyone is right about this, it’s you.” Malia said.

“Lydia, she’s right. Stiles is out there. I don’t know how, but I can feel it.”

“Then what are we doing standing here?” Lydia sighed. Y/N smiled and the three friends walked out of the room in search of Stiles. They made their way to the school and Y/N didn’t see Stiles’ jeep in the parking lot.

“Wait, where’s the jeep?” Y/N pointed out. Lydia shrugged and pulled into the parking lot since she was the one driving. They got out of the car and went to where Roscoe was once parked. The tire marks from the jeep looked darker, meaning they were fresh.

“Guys, look. These marks look fresh.” Y/N bent down and ran her fingers over the marks.

“It’s from Stiles’ jeep. It must have just left.” Malia told them.

“Without his keys?” Lydia asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Half the time he got it started with a screwdriver.” Y/N smiled at the thought of how much Stiles loved the jeep even though it barely worked. “That means he’s here. We have to tell Scott.” Y/N stood up still looking at the tire tracks.

“We should probably tell Scott about that, too.” Malia said walking forward. Y/N looked up and was shocked by what she saw. The girls walked forward and past the sign reading ‘Beacon Hills High School’. There were train tracks on the ground leading through the courtyard and eventually past the school.

Walking over the newly placed train tracks, Malia, Y/N, and Lydia made their way into the school and they were faced with a train station. “Why is there a train station in the middle of the library?” Malia whispered.

Lydia sighed. “There’s also a train station in the Wild Hunt.”

“Any chance their connected?” Malia looked around.

“I would say high. Like one hundred percent.” Y/N walked deeper into the library.

“If there’s a train station, then there’s probably a train.” Lydia said.

“And if there’s a train… It’s going to the Wild Hunt.” Y/N said, looking at Malia and Lydia.

“They’re all going to be taken.” Lydia panicked.

Y/N shook her head. “They can’t get on that train.”

“Um…” Malia started pacing. “Listen up, everybody! We’ve all got to get out of here. We gotta go right now!” Malia yelled. No one flinched, not one person made an indication they were even aware of the girls’ presence. “It’s bad, we have to go!”

“Hello?” Lydia said to a random person to see if they would respond. Then she snapped her fingers in the person’s face.

“Uh, hello? Sir?” Y/N began waving her hand in front of a man’s face, but his expression remained.

“How do we get them to leave if they can’t hear us?” Malia frowned.

Y/N sighed, looking around. Then her eyes fell on a familiar person. “Maybe there’s someone who can.” Malia walked closer to get a better glimpse of the person Y/N had spotted.

Peter Hale.

Malia immediately stood in front of him and began yelling his name. “Peter!”

“Malia.” Y/N sighed.

“What?” Malia looked back at Y/N.

“The only way we were able to break through the hunt is with an emotional connection.” Y/N told her.

Malia sighed. “Ah, damn. Wish I could help.”

Lydia sighed and gave her a look, telling her what she needs to do to pull Peter back. “I’m not saying it. I’m not saying it.”

“Okay,” Lydia spun around and began to walk away. Y/N followed her actions, knowing what she was trying to do. “Well, I guess everyone dies.”

The sentence caused Malia to growl and Lydia looked at Y/N smirking because she knew she had won. Y/N and Lydia turned around and Malia was looking at Peter. “Dad.” Malia said with no emotion. “Dad!”

“Say it like you mean it.” Y/N told her. Malia bent down and looked at Peter who was reading a newspaper.

Malia took a deep breath and closed her eyes trying to summon enough emotion. “Dad.” She said softly. “Please wake up.” Peter’s head snapped up and he dropped the newspaper, standing up he looked at Malia.

Peter had woken up and Malia told him what they needed him to do. “Me? You want me to stop them?” He referred to the rest of the people in the Wild Hunt. “Do you know how many there are?”

“Yeah, a lot of them.” Malia said. “So get going.”

Malia grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward. “There are hundreds of waiting rooms in this train station which apparently now also serves as a high school library. It’s impossible.” Peter said, looking around to see bookshelves all over the place.

“We can try.” Malia offered.

“Where do you get this implausible optimism?” Peter asked her.

“Definitely not from my father.” Malia walked forward.

“We don’t have time for this.” Lydia interjected. The people around them began crowding waiting for the train to come.

“She’s right. We need someone to hear us.” Y/N sighed.

“I think someone already did.” Peter said from behind the three girls. A Ghost Rider walked in and the crowd backed away.

Malia had transitioned with her eyes turning blue. Lydia stepped in front of Y/N and Malia. “Get behind me. They won’t take a banshee.”

Peter scoffed. “You sure about that?” The Ghost Rider advanced towards Peter and Peter kicked him, but his foot when right through.

Y/N, Malia, and Lydia turned around to run out the door, but another Ghost Rider stopped them. He whipped the whip in Y/N’s direction, but Malia pushed her out of the way, getting hit with it herself, causing her to groan in pain.

“Malia!” Peter shouted when he heard Malia groan. He walked over to her, checking her over before passing her to Lydia and Y/N. The three watched Peter fight the two Ghost Riders for a few minutes. One of them grabbed Peter by the throat and raised him in the air. “Malia, go!”

The girls ran towards the door as Peter continued fighting the supernatural creatures. Y/N and Lydia ran out the door, but Malia hesitated. She decided to stay back and help her father like he’d done so many times for her.

Y/N and Lydia got out thinking Malia was following behind. They stopped as soon as they came into the school hallway. Lydia turned around and saw Malia wasn’t behind her. “I’m going to help Malia, you go find Stiles.”

“Lyds--” Y/N was about to speak, but was caught off.

“Just go!” Lydia ran back into the library.

Y/N sighed, not knowing where to go. Suddenly, the air around her shifted. Her gut instinct was to walk down the hall, so that’s exactly what she did.

Stiles had gone to the hospital and found Scott and Liam, finally reuniting with more people. With the help of Parrish, the three learned what Mr. Douglas was up to. He was trying to diverge the two worlds together. Scott and Stiles needed to get to the diverter in order to steer the train another way. After an unsuccessful attempt, Stiles and Scott met back up, only to get separated again.

His body hit a hard surface, which he quickly realized was a locker in the boy’s locker room. Stiles’ body fell to the ground causing him to groan. “Damn it!” He yelled. He rose to his feet with a grunt. Stiles panted as he made his way back to the door.

When the door opened, Stiles did not expect to see a Ghost Rider with a gun raised, pointing at Stiles’ forehead. Before the gun could be shot, Stiles quickly grabbed his arm moving in a way so the gun wasn’t pointed towards him. The gunshot happened, but it didn’t hit Stiles. The Ghost Rider pushed Stiles off of him.

“Scott, I can’t fight this guy.” Stiles raised his voice, hoping somewhere Scott would hear him. The gun cocked and shot, just barely missing Stiles. Stiles moved to the side so he was in an aisle of lockers. He was faced with the Ghost Rider and the gun was up against his forehead. Stiles closed his eyes, ready for what was coming.

There was a gunshot, but nothing happened to Stiles. Stiles peeked open an eye to see the Ghost Rider lying on the floor in a pool of thick, black blood. He heard something drop followed by heeled footsteps running towards him. Y/N quickly came into view. Her chest was heaving up and down. Her heartbeat grew faster in her chest as she saw Stiles.

“I didn’t say it back.” Y/N looked at him.

Stiles shook his head and began walking towards her. “You don’t have to.”

The two immediately pulled one another in for a passionate kiss. Y/N’s hands immediately flew to his face as their lips met. Stiles and Y/N couldn’t help but feel relieved to be back with each other. For as long as Stiles couldn’t remember how long he wanted to kiss her like this. They didn’t need words to announce that they were an official couple. Stiles was entirely Y/N’s just as Y/N was entirely Stiles’.

Y/N pulled away for a split second so her lungs could be filled with air. When the kiss resumed, Y/N moved her finger under his eye, wiping away a single tear that strayed. Her hands moved from his face to the back of his neck, deepening the moment they were sharing. Stiles’ hands rested on the lower area of her back. He pulled her closer, pressing his body fully against her’s.

The kiss was broken, but Stiles face remained close to Y/N’s. His forehead laid against her’s. Stiles moved his left hand up to her Y/C/H hair. Y/N’s moved back to his left cheek as the two looked at each other. Her arms slid under Stiles’ arms as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Y/N rested her hands on his back. Before fully pulling her into a hug, Stiles kissed the side of her head.

Right after, the couple fully pulled each other into a warm and safe embrace. Stiles could smell her shampoo as his face buried in her hair. The longer Stiles and Y/N stayed in this position, the safer they felt. “I love you.” Y/N mumbled.

When the words left her mouth, the grip Stiles had on her grew tighter. “I love you, Y/N.” As he returned the phrase, tears filled Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes. A soft sob fell from her mouth, making Stiles pull away from their embrace. “Why are you crying?” He wiped the salty tears that began to roll from her face.

“It was absolute hell without you. I felt so alone, I felt like a piece of me was missing.” Y/N’s voice broke. “The most beautiful part of me was gone and I couldn’t deal with it, Stiles.”

“Shh.” Stiles continued wiping her tears away. “You won’t ever have to deal with that again. I promise you, I am never leaving you again.” Stiles emphasized. Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms around Stiles’ torso, pulling him in for another longer embrace.

After the defeat of the Ghost Riders and Mr. Douglas that night, Stiles and Y/N went back to the Stilinski home. Stiles took off the clothes he'd been wearing for three months. He got into a pair of grey sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt after a very long shower and walked into his room to see Y/N sleeping on the bed in one of his flannels that fell mid-thigh.

Stiles crawled into bed next to her and she woke up. “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.” He whispered.

Y/N shook her head and snuggled into his chest. “It's fine. I'd rather you wake me up then you not being here at all.” Stiles moved his hand and began running his slender fingers through her locks of hair softly.

Y/N hummed in content. “That feels good.” She mumbled.

Stiles kissed her hairline and whispered in her ear. “I love you.”

Instead of returning the words, the girl sat up and shifter herself so she was straddling him with her hands taking place on his shoulders. Stiles sat up against the headboard and looked up at her. The dim light of the room made her look like an angel.

She slowly leaned in and pressed her lips against his, both of their eyes fluttering shut at the touch. Y/N’s hands moved down his chest and to the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it. Stiles pulled away and pulled it over his head.

Y/N had seen him naked many times before and every single time he somehow managed to take her breath away. Slowly, her fingertips traced every dip and curve of his abdomen and chest. She moved her gaze back up to his and he was looking right back at her intensely.

Stiles began to unbutton the flannel. He pushed it off her shoulders to see her bare chest. “God, you're beautiful.” He whispered completely awed at the gorgeous woman in front of him. Y/N blushed and gently kissed him, bare chests pressing together when her arms wrapped around his neck.

Sure, Y/N and Stiles have had sex many times, but it was never gentle and slow like that night was. Stiles never held her hand above their heads like he did that night. Y/N never let out soft moans and pants like she did that night. They'd never made love like they did that night.

After the intimate night they'd spent together, the two peacefully slept until they would awake the next morning for school. Everything in Beacon Hills had returned to normal and it seemed as if nothing ever happened. Nobody that didn't know of the supernatural occurrences in the town remembered anything that had happened over the course of three months.

Y/N and Stiles made their way to school together that morning, the smiles permanently planted on their face as they walked together hand in hand. The bell had rung at the end of they day and that signaled the end of senior year.

“Have a great summer everyone!” Mr. Croft smiled as students began packing up.

“No.” Stiles sounded panicky.

Mr. Croft spoke again. “To the seniors, I will see you at graduation.”

“No, no, no, no. That's it? What?” Stiles asked clearly disappointed.

“Last day of school ever.” Scott smiled at his best friend.

“You sound disappointed.” Y/N said from behind Stiles. He turned to look at her and sighed.

“Well, it just feels so anticlimactic.” He frowned.

“There's still the whole graduation thing.” Lydia told him.

“I’ve got to go to summer school, or I can't go to the whole graduation thing.” Malia interjected.

“Let's do it.” Scott said beginning to walk away. Malia, Lydia, and Y/N picked up following behind him.

“No, come on. Wait…” Stiles said. “Guys!” It was no use because they were already out the door. Stiles was the last one in the classroom and he looked around with a small pout on his lips.

“This can't be it.” Stiles mumbled to himself just as the light in the classroom turned off. He stood up and grabbed his backpack, walking out the door and to his locker.

Scott was already at his own, emptying out the contents. Stiles opened his and began shoving everything into his backpack. “I can't believe we're not in high school anymore.” Scott exhaled. “Kind of feels like nothing's really changed.”

Just then, Stiles looked down the row of lockers to see Y/N at her’s. She closed it and her eyes trailed down the hall and met with Stiles’. Y/N pressed her lips together in an attempt to keep her smile bursting out as she looked at the man she loved. For a moment, the two just stared at each other with soft grins on both of their faces. They didn't need words, for the looks they shared spoke loud enough.

Scott smiled as he watched the exchange. “Everything's changed.” Stiles told him as he watched Y/N. He closed his locker and then looked back at Scott, walking away from the now empty locker.

A few weeks later after graduation and everything, Y/N told Stiles that she'd be driving him down to Washington, D.C. to help him move into his dorm. Stiles had gotten accepted into George Washington University’s pre-FBI program thanks to Scott’s father. Stiles had given his jeep to Scott, which was a big deal.

Y/N and Stiles had just finished getting everything Stiles would be taking with him into the trunk of her car. Stiles hugged his dad, saying goodbye. Y/N gave the Sheriff a hug as well, thanking him for everything he'd done for her in the time she’d known him. The couple got in the car and started on their way to D.C.

“Would you be okay if I made a quick stop?” Y/N asked turning her head to look at Stiles.

“Yeah, where are we going?” His eyebrows furrowed taking a sip of his Arizona tea.

“It's a surprise.” She smirked. Stiles groaned and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers on the center console. It took about an hour until she reached the place she had in mind.

The beach.

Y/N and Stiles for out of the car after she parked. Stiles rounded to her side and grabbed her hand. “Why the beach?”

“It's our spot, you know. We used to come here all the time.” She slipped off her shoes and held them in her free hand. The two walked down the beach until they were at the particular spot she wanted.

The sun was setting and the sky was a lilac color with pink on the clouds. Stiles pulled Y/N into his arms as they watched the sun set. Her arms were wrapped his torso with her ear pressed against his chest. His were over her shoulders, fingers drawing circles on her smooth bare shoulder.

“Stiles?” Stiles hummed in response. “Do you remember that night we were sitting down here and I asked you if you thought we'd ever get away from the supernatural?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Do you remember how I said I wanted to see the world with you one day?”

Stiles smiled at the memory, still watching the sun on the horizon of the water. The sun seemed to kiss the waterline. “Yes. We planned on going everywhere. I still want that.”

Y/N pulled away a bit, but she was still in his embrace. She just wanted to see him as she talked. “And then after you answered, I kissed you.”

Stiles nodded, meeting her eyes. “That one kiss, it felt different from all the rest we'd shared before that. I didn't know why it seemed so diverse, but when I woke up in this spot the next morning, I realized what it was. That kiss, that's when it changed, Stiles.”

He continued listening as she spoke, never having heard her side of the story from that night. “I woke up and you were still sleeping. The sun had just began to rise, the waves were crashing together as I thought of the night before. I thought of the moles on your face,” Y/N’s words caused Stiles to smile. Y/N was tearing up as she told him her most precious memory.

“I thought of that smile that makes me weak in the knees. Then I thought of the smile that always seemed reserved for me. The bright and genuine grin that will never fail to make my heart stop. And I realized I loved you.” Her Y/E/C eyes stayed locked with his as the tears slowly rolled over her cheeks. “I love you, Stiles.”

“I love you.” Stiles whispered and brought his hands to her face, thumbs wiping her tears away. “God, I will never stop loving you, Y/N.” His tears fell slowly and he crashed his pink lips to her’s in a rush.

Before their lips could meet, Y/N took in a sharp gasp of breath. Y/N wiped his tears away just as she'd done when they kissed in the locker room and just as he'd done to her. Her eyebrows scrunched together and her eyes squeezed shut.

Stiles’ body spray enveloped Y/N’s sense of smell. Y/N pulled him in closer as fireworks went off in her head. Butterflies in both their tummies that wouldn't ever go away. Stiles always thought that Y/N was the only one who could make his heart beat fast and slow at the same time, but he'd never told anyone that.

The two pulled away and looked at each other. “How did I get so lucky?” Stiles mumbled, noses nuzzling together, breath mingling.

“You've got me thinking the same thing, Stilinski.” Y/N said breathlessly.

Stiles placed another kiss on her lips. And then another. And another. Y/N laid her head on his chest, both panting from the intense moment they shared. There was no telling how long they stayed in that spot just enjoying the bliss of being in each other's company. In the exact spot her feeling had manifested was the same place they would come back every year.

Their spot.