12/19/2023 0 Comments Thumper bambi seat coversIf anything, some people would be surprised it had taken him this long to kick the bucket, given the other crazy shit he’s been involved in during his youth. People got mauled by animals all the time in woods like this, nobody would think twice if they saw his mangled, bloodied form lying in the middle of the path. His lungs burned and his heart was beating somewhere up in his throat, but he just kept running, pumping his arms and legs, and trying to escape what was probably going to be a very painful and horrific death. Then, he turned on his heel and bolted through the trees, heading back up the path. “I swear to you! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t see anything! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t! I’ll keep this to myself, until the day I die! I promise! I promise!” “I didn’t see anything!” Stiles shouted, both hands out in front of himself and sweat instantly breaking out across his skin. He knew it was a lost cause when the wolf turned fully, lips pulled back from its sharp teeth-so very sharp, good fucking Lord!-and began walking towards Stiles. Stiles wondered if he could just stand still enough to make the wolf think he was a tree. The wolf’s head whipped around so fast, Stiles felt like he was watching The Exorcist. Because of course it did, why wouldn’t it?! Stiles was the poster child for bad luck! He put weight on his back foot the second it touched down, and a branch snapped. Who was he kidding, he was going to fucking die the second wolfman turned around!īreath caught in his lungs, Stiles very slowly and carefully took one step back, trying to make it out of the area before the wolf spotted him. Which meant Stiles had just witnessed a bonafide Werewolf transformation.īecause apparently, according to naked man in the woods who was now no longer naked man, Werewolves were fucking real! It was massive.Īnd it had been a man not thirty seconds ago. Okay, maybe not a car, exactly, Stiles was a little freaked out and might be exaggerating, but still fucking huge, bigger than any dog Stiles could think of. A pure black wolf the size of a fucking car. Fur sprouted, muscles shifted, bones cracked, and within half a minute, where the man had stood, there was now a wolf. He was planning on calling out to him to ask why anyone would be crazy enough to hang out in the woods fucking naked-seriously, did he want a tick on his dick?!-when all the air rushed out of his lungs.īecause the man, who was definitely a fucking man, had rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and then slowly transformed. He only saw the man’s back, so he didn’t know who it was-being the sheriff’s son, he tended to know everyone. Because he’s stopped by a tree thinking he’d found what he was looking for, and had glanced up to see a very naked man through the leaves. Reluctantly, and with much whining, but he’d agreed.Īnd so, there he was, walking through the preserve, trying to find a fucking special flower, when he froze. Stiles was what everyone wanted in a best bud, and so when Scott had called him to ask for this favour, Stiles had agreed. Scott wanted to surprise her, and given he was working and Stiles had the day off, clearly it was Stiles’ duty as a best friend to go hunting in the middle of the damn forest for a fucking flower that would wilt and die within three days.īut, unlike Scott, Stiles was a good friend. Which he had somehow found himself doing because Scott-his good friend Scott McCall, bestest buddy in the world, and colossally bad friend-needed a special kind of flower for his sweet, adorable girlfriend. Sure, he was fine with it existing, he had nothing against it or anything, and it was a good place to go jogging, but he was just happier when he wasn’t wandering around in the forest in the middle of the day. With the bugs, and the leaves, and just-no. Standing on a path in the middle of the preserve. Okay, he usually almost always had some kind of part in it, but this was different! This, right here and now, was completely different! This was a true and honest wrong place at the wrong time situation. Of course, sometimes he did have a part in it, but most of the time, he didn’t. Whenever something bad happened, there Stiles was, ready to take the blame for something he had no part in. It was a talent he had acquired in his youth, and had been unable to shake in adulthood. That being that he had a penchant for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a talent he hated with every fibre of his being, because unlike good talents like the ability to sing, or draw, or walk in high heels, Stiles’ talent was a little more.
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