Void Stiles - Blog Posts
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Hahaha again!! Part 3
isaac: soo do you ever hear void stiles in your head anymore?
stiles: sometimes
isaac: what does he say
stiles: sometimes he makes plans to murder everyone within a ten foot radius. other times he reminds me to pick up bagels because derek likes bagels.
Derek: We all have our demons.
Scott, holding Void Stiles by the collar: This one's ours!
Derek: u either sit down and do ur work or ull end up at mcdonalds
Stiles: we goin to mcdonalds if I don’t do my work??
Derek: no
Void Stiles: I am my own emotionally unsupportive boyfriend.
Kira: You have no idea what I'm capable of!
Void!Stiles: Don't take it personally, but I feel like I'm being threatened by a cupcake.
How often do you sin?
Isaac: I don’t sin.
Scott: I sin a little.
Lydia: I sin sometimes.
Allison: I sin a lot.
Derek *looking at Stiles*: I’m sinning right now.
Stiles: Fuck that, I am going to Hell anyway.
Void Stiles: We could work in some of the ideas I've been suggesting?
Derek: Those aren't ideas as much as they are random acts of violence.
Void Stiles: I think I'm getting better at this. I didn't even stab him.
Kira: And we are so proud of you. No-stabbing Wednesdays, new tradition.
We all know this scene.
The one where the Sheriff and Argent corner the Nogitsune/Void Stiles in the loft.
There’s one thing I wanted to point out about this scene…
When Chris draws his gun on Stiles and the Sheriff pulls his gun on Chris, the Nogitsune uses emotional manipulation to try and get to the Sheriff, getting teary eyes as he says, “Dad… He’s going to shoot me. He’s going to kill me, dad.”
The next moment, he turns to Chris, completely in control of his emotions, face deadpan and voice steady as he says, “Pull the trigger.”
That’s not the Nogitsune.
That’s Stiles.
He knew the Nogitsune was using him to hurt everyone he cared about and he was ok with dying if it meant they’d be safe. And when Chris doesn’t listen, he gets desperate and shouts “SHOOT ME!”
But you hear it in his voice: the Nogitsune takes a hold again.
Stiles was fighting.
You think that this can hold me?
Flats/sorta process post here
It’s the last void stiles WIP… who am I kidding I love this man
More unfinished void stiles!
everyone has it, no one can loose it
wip shot here
wip of void stiles
finished version here
Missing Void Stiles 💔
Lydia Martin was done right.
I was so disappointed with the aftermath of Stiles possession. Not only did it feel kinda rushed, it was just an “oh the bad guys gone and now Stiles is totally fine time to move on!” type of situation. Like no. I know they exorcized void, but give me something!! Please!!
Since I am a writer and deranged, I took the Whumpay prompt “Psychic Link” to create this short drabble about possible after affects from his possession, so yk
SCOTT MCCALL IS NOT AN ASSHOLE IN THIS!!! WE LOVE SCOTT!!
Tw: Mentions of losing time/slight dissociation
Stiles never felt the same after void.
He knew, logically, that he was gone. They’d banished him. But sometimes he wasn’t so sure.
Most of the time he felt normal, he went about his life like usual, helping out the pack where he could. Sometimes though.. sometimes he said things- did things, that he couldn’t control. School presentations ending in detention, instigating a fight at one of Lydia’s parties, snapping at Scott for no reason. He remembered it all, but it didn’t feel like him, rather it felt like he was a passenger in his own mind.
He tried not to worry, coming up with excuse after excuse when his friends asked if he was okay.
“I’m just tired, don’t worry about it.”
“I had a bad day- sorry for snapping.”
“I pulled an all nighter, I don’t think my brains working at its top capacity if you know what I mean.”
“Dammit, I forgot to take my meds.”
Was he telling the truth? Mostly, he was just distorting the actual affects of said actions. He didn’t want to worry his friends- void was supposed to be behind them all. Void needed to be in the past, or Stiles would start freaking out.
The dreams started pretty soon after the behavioural issues. Confusing and quick, flashes of things Stiles didn’t remember, yet seemed too real to be fake. Sometimes he dreamt that he was higher than life, watching the world from a birds perspective. He had dreams about flying, feeling the wind on his body like it he was actually there. These dreams made him wary, some part of him thought they could still be linked. With what they did to the Nogitsune… it was possible, but he still wasn’t convinced.
Things got concerning when he started losing time. It was never like it was before, losing hours or days, waking up in places he didn’t recognize. No, this was smaller, subtle.
The first time he was walking with Scott on their way to practice. He blinked, and suddenly he was a couple feet further than he had been. He brushed it off, thinking maybe he had just zoned out for a second. He convinced himself that he was fine. Void was gone.
It kept happening. He never lost more than a minute, but every time it happened he grew more and more concerned. Stiles knew he should tell someone, but how was he supposed to say it? Hey guys, I know we exorcised Void but I think he might still be here. Oh no, it’s not a big deal, I just black out every once in a while. Oh, also I can’t control what I say or do sometimes. No no, you don’t need to worry ‘cause it’s really not that bad, I’m just letting you know. Anyway, what’s up with you lately?
Yeah. No way.
He was going to deal with this by himself if it killed him.
..Okay, maybe not, because saying that never ended well for anyone. He’d deal with this until it got worse. Like, Void possessing him levels worse. Hopefully it would never get to that point, and Stiles could just move on with his life and forget about everything that happened with the dumb Nogitsune. Right?
Wrong.
Stiles had been at the wolf house, taking a day to hang out with everyone. Everyone wanted some time to just be teenagers (Derek not included). They brought snacks, watched movies, and caught up with the normal things in life. Someone mentioned Isaac and things got quiet for a second, the air tense with his recent departure. Shortly after that the chatter resumed, if a little less excited than it was before. Stiles had excused himself, heading to the kitchen to get some water. He blinked, and suddenly Scott was in front of him, shaking his shoulders and calling his name.
“-iles? Stiles! Dude! Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, Jesus Scott, you wanna stop screaming my ear off?” Stiles said, pushing himself out of Scott’s hold. The Alpha looked sheepish for a second before he asked quietly.
“You alright dude?”
Stiles shrugged, giving him an easy smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Scott didn’t look impressed with that answer, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “You were just holding a knife.”
Stiles stopped, his smile dropping. Fuck him.. “Yeah well, it was a nice knife.” He said, trying desperately to deflect. He knew he should tell him- but come on, cut a guy some slack!
“Stiles.” Scott said, sternly. “What’s going on?”
He paused, fidgeting with his hands as he looked around the kitchen. He could see the knife he presumed he was holding set onto the counter, it was a chopping knife. Of course. He looked behind Scott and that’s when he noticed the rest of the pack. Derek was leaning against the wall, Lydia had her arms crossed, standing next to him. Kira was standing behind Lydia with a worried expression. Of course, their eyes bore into his. It felt like he was suffocating. They weren’t saying anything but he could feel the disappointment, the worry, the fear.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a second before he finally responded. “Look- maybe..“ he paused, sighing. “Okay, I know we got rid of Void, the ritual worked, right?”
He saw everyone’s uneasy expressions, Derek pushed off the wall with narrowed eyes, his mouth pressed into a tight line. Somehow Stiles felt like he was judging him the most.
“Well,” he continued, looking at the wall beside him. “I don’t think we got rid of all of him- I dunno, maybe there’s some after effects from getting possessed that no one told me about.”
The silence was deafening, he could feel everyone’s eyes on him like he was a frog laid out on a dissection table. He shifted on his feet, looking down at the floor. Scott was the first one to break the silence.
“Stiles.. why didn’t you tell us?” He sounded hurt, like someone had just told him that his dog was dead. Stiles shrugged, absentmindedly picking at a loose thread on his pants.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal, I didn’t want to worry you.” He said, finally looking up. Lydia moved forward, a sad expression on her face. She held out her arms and pulled him into a hug, tucking her face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Even though the hug was unexpected, it was nice.
“Of course we’re going to worry, you’re our friend.”
He pretended that word didn’t hurt, turning his head into her hair just enough that it wasn’t weird. His hands tightened around her before he slowly let go, mourning the loss once she fully pulled away. She held her hands on the side of his face, giving him a look that spoke volumes.
“We handle this kind of stuff together, right? You should’ve told us. We could’ve figured this out so much sooner.” Her voice was kind but clearly upset, clouded with emotion Stiles couldn’t quite understand.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Their eyes were still locked together but she sighed, pulling her hands away with a small smile. “Good. Next time I hope we don’t have to find you holding a giant knife.”
“Let’s hope there is no next time.” Derek piped up from the back. His arms were crossed over his chest, but his face was relaxed, giving Stiles a knowing look.
Scott clapped a hand onto his shoulder, giving it a firm shake. Stiles looked at him with a half smile, putting a hand over his. He was glad he finally told them, he felt.. better in a way, like he didn’t have to carry this burden on his own. He felt light, but he was tired and so, so drained.
“We’re going to deal with this together. Alright?” Scott said firmly. His voice was reassuring and left no room to argue. Stiles rolled his eyes but his smile got just a little bit brighter, giving the hand under his own a pat. He nodded at his best friend in understanding and relief, he really should’ve done this sooner.
“Together.”
You can also find this on Ao3 :P
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65344081
Just some void stiles edit I did to convince myself that I can still edit ; enjoy :
Teen Wolf Text Posts
I have not seen enough people talking about the fact that Stiles got a completely different body after the nogitsune. They will talk about or mention the nightmares, but they won't talk about the body thing. Like, yeah, the possession is over, but it's not really him, is it? This isn't the body he was born with. This isn't his REAL body. It's a magic fake, and it won't ever truly be him. There will be side effects of this, said side effects will fall on a spectrum and go up and down depending on how he handles it and how bad it is, it will fluctuate. Stiles probably won't ever feel right in that body. It won't fit the same way. It will be a constant presence of what happened, and there won't be anything he could do.
Dating Stiles Stilinski Would include...
Being next door neighbors, so practically knowing each other since birth
Growing up together, so you couldn’t exactly tell when you fell for him
Stiles having a crush on you too
But since you were best friends, neither of you confessed
However, you couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, because you thought he was crushing on Lydia
Scott knowing that you like each other, so at some point he got sick of your stubbornness and decided to take that matter in his own hands
He practically locked you in the school’s janitor’s closet until you made out
And this how you started dating in eighth grade
So much sarcasm
Inside jokes
Studying sessions together
That always led to heated make out sessions
Helping him solve cases
Cheering for him during lacrosse practice
Comforting him after he had nightmares about his mum
Never leaving his side when he was in the hospital
Keeping your memories of him, which was what brought him back
Long drives on his Jeep
Cuddling until you fall asleep
Hair stocking
Sweet, slow kisses
Never falling out of love with him