𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

TW~Stiles Stilinski~Ghost Riders

I still remember the day Stiles was taken by the Ghost Riders as if it happened just yesterday. The panic, the fear, the heartbreak. It was like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

At first, I thought I was going crazy. No one else remembered Stiles - not Scott, not Lydia, not even his own father. It was like he had never existed in the first place. But I knew the truth. I knew he was real, that he was my boyfriend, my love, my everything.

I tried to make them remember, to piece together the fragments of memories that the Ghost Riders had stolen from them. And slowly, but surely, it started to work. Scott and Lydia began to recall bits and pieces of Stiles - his sarcasm, his loyalty, his love for us.

And then, one day, as I sat on the floor of my bedroom crying my heart out, missing Stiles with every fiber of my being, I heard the familiar sound of his jeep pulling into the driveway. I thought I was hallucinating, that my grief had finally driven me over the edge.

But when I looked up, there he was. Stiles. Alive. Real. Standing in front of me, crouching down to my level, his eyes filled with love and understanding.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, reaching out to wipe away my tears. "It's really me. I'm here."

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he was back, that he had returned to me. I jumped into his arms, holding onto him like my life depended on it, crying even harder now that he was actually here with me.

"I missed you so much, Stiles," I sobbed, burying my face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling his arms around me, strong and warm and real.

"I missed you too, baby," he murmured, kissing the top of my head. "I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped loving you."

And nothing, not even the Ghost Riders, could ever tear us apart again.