First my sister told me she had a tumblr. I only asked for her url but it wasn't long until I had her password and permission to like stuff I see on her dash. Now I have my own space.
This somehow turned into 3800 words of post nogitsune Stiles running away to New York. It’s kind of the most horrible version of the leaving and coming back trope that I could possibly imagine. (don’t worry. He gets found.) TW for depression, suicidal thoughts, dissociation, guilt, PTSD and abuse of geography.
top of my lungs
He keeps putting money into his false account. His passenger indulges him as he goes to the bank two towns over, relishes using his own mouth to say his own words, even if he isn’t going as himself. He tunes out his passenger telling him all the different ways the building could be brought down on everyone in it, with just the things he has in his jeep.
He was the one who researched how to make homemade explosives two years ago. If he hadn’t, his passenger would still be using knives and guns. He’s taught a demon how to make bombs. Everything he knows, his passenger knows too. His passenger’s weaponized his brain.
He gets home, hugs his dad. His passenger tells him a convincing lie about his day, imitates his slightly too fast speech, the little crack in his voice, the generous movements of his hands. He thinks his dad sees through his passenger, hides the thought lightning quick, sends his mind onto another path and feels smug at his passenger’s annoyance. He shouldn’t have chosen a kid with ADD to possess. Linear brains are probably easier for this shit. Don’t trust me.
watch the fucking nogitsune play the “i SWEAR it’s me, guys, i SWEAR IT” so many times until finally the gang has hardened their resolves, they won’t fall for it, not this time, not again—
only for the nogitsune to really let stiles out, then, so stiles can feel what it’s like to have his friends turned against him, his brother’s hand to his throat as he scrabbles at his hands and gasps to say, “scott, i swear, scott, i swear.”
I JUST LOVE THE SHERIFF OKAY because sometimes he’s like this
and sometimes he’s like this
and other times he’s like this
But he’s always like this