I'm back! *throws confetti* Seriously, it's been so long since I've written anything, and I've had massive writer's block every time I sit down to work. I blame school. Anyway, thank you to the wonderful stixinski for requesting this! The title is from a song of the same name by Last Days of April (I think it was on TW at some point maybe?). Leave me some feedback or another request if you so desire, my loves! xx
“It’s going to happen again,” Stiles wheezed, his fingers pulling through his hair. “It’s going to happen again and I still won’t be able to stop it.”
“Stiles, that’s not true,” you reassured, rubbing his back as his breathing began to slow, returning to normal after his panic attack. The second panic attack of the month.
“You’ll be okay, the nogitsune isn’t coming back, you’re fine, everyone’s fine,” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Allison’s not fine.”
You froze, breath caught in your chest. Stiles’ voice cracked on the final syllable and he turned away, hands clenching into fists as he rested his elbow on his knees. The couch you were sitting on, the room, the house, even, suddenly seemed a lot bigger, emptier. Allison wasn’t here and the whole pack felt it more and more each day, felt that hole sitting inside of their hearts.
You pursed your lips, shifting so that your forehead was resting on the tip of Stiles’ shoulder and your arms were slung around his waist.
“That wasn’t you, Stiles. It’ll never be you,” you breathed, a thumb pressing circles into his hip.
“What if it was me, though?” he ventured, turning so that he was facing you. “I could feel that power when it happened, when I let the Oni attack.” He paused, his eyes sliding closed to hide the hurt as he sighed. “What if…what if that’s really me? I mean, the nogitsune chose me for a reason.”
You watched with parted lips and slightly furrowed brows as Stiles broke down in front of you. His jaw was tightening, breaths speeding up, knuckles turning white from being forced into fists for so long.
“Stiles Stilinski, you listen to me right now,” you said firmly, your eyes watering. You took his face in your hands, lifting his chin to look into his hazel eyes. “You are not evil. That was the nogitsune controlling you; you couldn’t choose to do anything. It’s gone now. None of that will ever happen again.
“But what if it does?” he interrupted, pulling away. Your hands fell into your lap, fingers still outstretched.
“Stiles, it won’t!”
“What if it does and next time it’s you that gets hurt? What if I…I…”
“Stiles, no,” you whispered, tears too thick to speak normally. His hands were shaking again, trying to grip onto the couch cushion for stability. You gathered them up into one hand while the other wiped the wetness from his cheeks.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Stiles breathed, resting his forehead against yours.
Your face softened at his words, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he clung to your waist.
“You could never.”
Stiles’ eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at you with sad eyes.
“You’d never hurt me, nogitsune or not. You’re too kind, too caring, too loving, to even consider it. And if,” you hesitated, giving him a stern glance. “If the nogitsune ever came back, which it won’t, you’d be strong enough to overpower him. That much I know.”
Stiles sighed, pressing a long kiss to your forehead before pulling you to him, fingers tangling through your hair.
“Thank you,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. You breathed deeply, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, littering kisses onto his shoulder as you sat there, completely intertwined. It was all you needed to be alright again.
yes yes i am in desperate need of fluffy stiles. maybe you've just helped him down from a panic attack because he's worked up over the nogitsune and it's just all fluff now because he's all like, I don't want to hurt you
okay so this turned out a little more angsty than fluffy, but i still really like how it turned out :) also it’s the quickest i’ve ever written an imagine so woohoo for breaking my writer’s block!!
Okay, this is super hard but here we go (I’m not even branching out past tumblr, too many talented people). (In no particular order) I love thewritingbanshee's imagines, I love emmalovesstiles's writing, Stixinski is my internet bae, wolfimagines is new I think, but she’s amazing, and ifonlyyouandi is amazing if you love Dylan O’Brien imagines.
I wanted to put fanfics for you guys to check out, but I’m kind of inbetween fics right now. If you have any fics you guys have been loving you should send me a link. PLEASE. Okay, love you all.
hi there! I can't seem to find the answer, so could you help me out? here's the deal: I am using your theme "let's play murder" number 88 and I want to use the navigation tags page. The one thing I can't figure out is how to change the images from the preset to my own images. Is that possible? thank you :)
sure dear :)
go into the code, search in the lower section for the
i've always had this headcanon that on the way to mexico lydia repeatedly told stiles to fill his gas tank and he kept saying they'd be fine until finally they ran out and had to sit on the side of a deserted road together, just sitting on the hood of his car, lydia staring straightforward angrily and stiles looking down in shame but also trying not to laugh
awww!!!! That totally would have made the first episode better! Like if Stiles would be trying so hard not to laugh but soon he just cant hold it in any longer and starts giggling and so does lydia and soon they are laughing so hard they cant breathe and stiles is literally on the ground trying to catch his breath omg i love it (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
