Prompt: imagine where the reader is dating Stiles and he has an accident bc he’s distracted by her (e.g. texting) & when he wakes up he forgets everything about her and only remembers his past so he thinks he’s still in love with lydia etc and the reader is so desperate that the pack tries to help her and stiles but it doesnt work but somehow in the end he saves her when shes in danger – anon
Author’s Note: So sorry it took so long to get this done! I’ve been having to deal with moving and school work and all that jazz. I hope this is what you were looking for and that it makes up for the time it took to get it out.
Stiles hopped into his Jeep, put his keys in the ignition and turned the key. As the old Jeep roared to life, a smirk couldn’t help but spread across his face. This Jeep was his pride and joy, his baby. Well, at least one of his babies. His other baby was 5’3 with bright blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. She put up with his snarky, unfiltered sarcasm and even served it right back to him. She understood his dry sense of humor, encouraged him to pursue his dream of being a detective, and wasn’t scared off by the supernatural world. She understood him better than he understood himself, and she honestly saved him from a downward spiral of anxiety after high school.
There was one thing he knew for sure, he loved her more than she probably knew, and it scared him a little. He thought he knew what love was before. He loved Malia, but learned it was more of platonic kind of love. Then there was Lydia, the girl he’d been in love with since third grade. They finally found their way to each other at the end of their senior year, but the distance and stress of college ultimately ate at their relationship. He loved her and he probably always would, but now he had (Y/N) and it was completely different.
He’s never felt the way he feels about her with anyone else. It’s weird and exciting and terrifying all at the same time, but he loves it. He wouldn’t replace that feeling for the world.
Patience is the master key to every situation. One must have sympathy for everything, surrender to everything, but at the same time remain patient and forbearing… There is no such thing as bending or breaking. It’s a question only of overcoming, which begins with overcoming oneself. That cannot be avoided. To abandon that path is always to break in pieces. One must patiently accept everything and let it grow within oneself. The barriers of the fear-ridden I can only be broken by love. One must, in the dead leaves that rustle around one, already see the young fresh green of spring, compose oneself in patience, and wait. Patience is the only true foundation on which to make one’s dreams come true.