celestialvoid-fanfiction:

Sure, but I have to admit I have more planned for this W.I.P than actual writing or anything else. I have so many ideas for it that the thought of actually writing it make me want to curl up in a corner and cry. Maybe one day it will be written. Until then, the closest I have to a snippet of writing would be this…

Erica found him in the supply room, sorting through boxes of
equipment. She quietly shut the door behind her, her heart beating in her chest
as she looked down at the camera sitting beside the box.

“Hey, Erica,” Stiles greeted, glancing up at her to offer a
kind smile. His smile fell when he saw the look of fear on her face. “Are you
alright?”

Erica swallowed hard. “Are you going to use that camera for
a case?”

“Yeah, we’re setting up surveillance on a house we suspect is
being used as a drug den, why?”

“Can I have it back for a moment?” she asked.

Stiles’ brow furrowed in confusion. He narrowed his eyes
suspiciously as he asked. “Why?”

“Honest answer?”

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was coming
before turning back to Stiles.

“Boyd and I made a sex tape because we thought it’d be fun,
but we forgot to take the tape out. And I will let you watch it – once – if you
promise not to use it against us or tell anyone and give us the tape back.”

Stiles nodded slowly. He picked up the camera and ejected
the tape, handing it over to Erica.

“I’m not going to hold it over you,” he reassured her. “And
I’d rather not watch it.” Before she could be offended, he quickly added, “I’m
sure you two are great in bed, but I’d rather remember Boyd as the sweet,
gentle man he is rather than the sexy beast you know him to be.”

Erica couldn’t help but smile. She took the tape from him
and quietly muttered, “Thanks.”

Stiles pulled a new tape from the nearby storage
box and fitted it into the camera before setting it down in the box of equipment.
He hoisted the box off the table, giving Erica a kiss atop her head before
leaving.