“Sti-“
“No! Nope! Don’t even say a word! And i don’t care if you’re The Alpha or whatever! I’m getting out of here with at least half of my dignity!”
*Waits for whatever story arra will come up with*
#LAUGHS CAUSE THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY WAIT FOR ARRA TO FIC
*FLAILING AND SCREAMING* Your wait was worth it, and also very endearing <3 BTW… this fic is NSFW because Torah needs more for her NSFW tag xD
Yup. It was official. Stiles hated his life.
Mainly because every time he went out running with wolves he ended up in an awkward - no, awkward isn’t quite strong enough - painfully compromising situation with Derek. Once they’d been shoved into a closet together. Yes the innuendo of that was perfect in every way wasn’t it?
Now. Now they were in a box. More specifically a crate that Derek had hauled him into but it was in box form all the same. They’d been stalking an incubus near the area and followed it into an abandoned warehouse. That happened to be filled with rather deceptively large crates - that were inconveniently small once you were inside them. Stiles knew that. Because he was inside one with Derek two centimetres from his face.
And that is where Stiles had been. For the past twenty minutes.