mad-madam-m:

badmooonrising:

#THIS BETTER BE A FUCKING PRECURSOR TO SOME SHERIFF/MELISSA DATING#SHERIFF STILINSKI SHOWING UP AT THE MCCALL HOUSE IN A SUIT HE HASN’T WORN IN 10 YEARS AND HOLDING A BUNCH OF YELLOW ROSES#BECAUSE THEY’RE MELISSA’S FAVORITE OFC#SCOTT LETS HIM IN AND TAKES HIM INTO THE LIVING ROOM AND HAS A VERY SERIOUS ‘WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH MY MOTHER’ CONVERSATION#(which obviously is not nearly as threatening as Scott would like because he can’t stop grinning like A FUCKING DOPE)#And then Melissa comes down in a pretty dress and the sheriff is like ‘whoa’ and Scott is like ‘GO MOM GET IT’#They’re not out the door for five seconds when Scott is on the phone with Stiles#BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERALLY MORE EXCITED ABOUT THIS DATE THAN THEIR PARENTS ARE#Come on fandom give me allllllll of the awkward dating fics#because it’s been like 20 years since they’ve done this#And they’re such good friends#BONUS POINTS if their first kiss is either a chaste close-mouthed peck after a simple date#OR a ‘holy shit we almost just died’ hot-n-heavy makeout session after nearly getting killed by the Bad Guy du Jour#FOR LO I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED#Sherissa#tw s5 spoilers (via mad-madam-m)

Now I’m here imagining Stiles giving one look at his dad one morning, after a date with Melissa, and groaning pitifully. And Sheriff is all ‘What? What’s it, kiddo?’, and Stiles just makes a face and goes all “I really didn’t need to know that.” And Sheriff is confused, because what look is Stiles even talking about, and Stiles awkwardly gestures (almost knocking a glass in the process) and explains “Y’know, I know. Because you have this… glow. That kinda glow. You know. Of someone who… Y’know. And I didn’t want to know!” And the Sheriff is literally ‘WE ARE SO NOT HAVING THIS TALK. Also there’s no glow, this is bullshit… Right?” And Stiles groans again, and shakes his head, and “Yeah, yeah it might be. But that hickey on your neck is not. It’s a dead giveaway, dad. For god’s sake..” and goes away grumbling about parents and decorum and how he needs therapy now.

YES YES I ADORE THIS.

But can you just imagine poor Scott? With his werewolf senses? He comes downstairs and she’s making coffee, humming happily to herself, and he’s about to say “good morning” when the smell hits him.

It’s not just his mom. It’s his mom and someone else, and it’s strong and familiar and ohgod–

Scott claps a hand over his nose. “You had sex with Sheriff Stilinski!”

Mom whirls around and–oh my God–covers her neck with both hands. “What? How did you–we didn’t–No?”

Good God, he can hear the lie. Scott tries to keep one hand over his nose and block both his ears at the same time. “That’s good!” he says, because he’s proud of his mom, okay? And he likes the sheriff. But he did not need to smell this. Ever. “That’s really good! I’m happy for you. He’s…he’s good to you, right?”

Oh God. Scott just asked his mom about her sex life. He’s going to die.

Mom looks like she’s trying not to laugh at him. “He’s very good to me,” she says, with a smile on her face that Scott hasn’t seen in a long, long time.

He’s about to step forward and hug her when her smile turns mischievous. “Very good. Why, last night, he–”

Scott runs into the doorway in his haste to flee the kitchen and breaks his nose. (It’s healed by the time he gets up the stairs. The images in his mind, however, will take longer to get out.)