Relationships:Stiles Stilinski x Original Female Character
Word Count:7,163
Warnings:None (yet)
Author’s Note: Yes I know my moodboard is pictures from American Assassin, and yes Stiles will still be his awkward clumsy self but he’s also kind of a bad ass so *shrugs*. Anyway this fic is one that I had started in another fandom last year but didn’t really love the plot I had planned so I took the concept and 100% revamped the plot. It’s a little dark, a little morbid, and I love it. It also happens to be a soulmate AU so y’all are in store for a lot with it. Message me to be tagged (or send an ask)!
Codie sat on the cool tile floors of the New York Police Department Special Operations Department’s K-9 Kennel, her legs bent at the knees and feet planted firmly on the ground as she held tightly to the end of the red, white and blue Kong rope that the dog in front of her had firmly grasped between his teeth. Her bike shorts weren’t helping her gain any extra traction and her sneakers were slipping on the tile allowing Maverick to pull her around easily.
She felt some of the skin on her hands starting to become raw from all the pulling she had been doing but it wasn’t anything that her almond butter lotion couldn’t fix once she returned to her apartment later that night. She felt the sable German Shepherd give a particularly strong pull on the rope and her butt lifted off the ground while the rope was pulled out of her hands. She landed back on the floor with an ‘oof’, and a dull pain in her tailbone. However, before she had any time to think she had a hundred pound mass of sable fur on top of her.
“Maverick!” She laughed, gently pushing the dog’s face away from hers, but it didn’t help her situation. Codie already had a wet pink tongue covering both her face and the lenses of her glasses in copious amounts of doggie slobber. She let out a long groan and tried to roll away from the dog, silently cursing at herself for foregoing contacts that morning. She found herself trapped under Maverick’s body, her right cheek pressed into the floor and her left still being covered in kisses by the large dog. To anyone else the sight of a twenty-year-old face down on the floor with an over excited German Shepherd on top of them would have probably been quite odd, but it was considered pretty normal for Codie.
