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Men of a Certain Age - Peroxidepest17
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crack_van for Teen Wolf this month. If you are looking for all Sterek all the time, you will be sadly disappointed with my recs. If on the other hand you're eager for something to read other than the main ship I have some items for you! That's not to say there won't be *any* Sterek, it's just not my primary focus.
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: gen. Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent
Length: 15k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
peroxidepest17
Author Website: At Ao3
Why this must be read:
Any fic that focuses on the Sheriff and doesn't give him a made up name, but keeps him fully in character and only refers to him as Sheriff or Stilinski is in my book an automatic winner. Add in my favorite Argent and empty nest syndrome and you've got a winner. It is funny, engaging, and charming. A must read.
They come to a wordless conclusion approximately two beats later. The Sheriff steps forward to raise his hand. “It’s okay, Barb,” he says amiably, but with a note of the authority in his voice that the town pays him to intimidate people with. “Mr. Argent and I are perfectly fine with sitting tonight out. You know, to keep the numbers even.”
Barb looks like she’s going to protest. Some of the other women in the crowd look like they’re going to protest too, and when the Sheriff uses his incredible crime-solving mind to put the puzzle together as to why that might be, he suddenly remembers Stiles’s ridiculous comment about the PTA bake sales earlier and realizes that both he and Chris Argent are what one might consider eligible bachelors. They work out, after all. It’s a necessity of both their careers.
Stiles told him he’s a catch, and maybe he is. On the other hand, maybe he doesn’t want to be caught exactly, either.
From the way Argent tenses minutely at the sight of all those eyes suddenly looking at him so hopefully, the Sheriff would bet good money on Argent feeling the exact same way as he does about it. It makes sense. Argent also has a business empire on top of all of his muscles, which, objectively speaking, probably makes him more desirable prey (and more constantly hunted) than the Sheriff. Argent is Bruce Wayne to the Sheriff’s Clark Kent, or something. Maybe not Clark Kent, maybe Wally West.
“But Sheriff,” Barb begins, hastily, “It would be unfair for you and Mr. Argent to just leave. I mean, after you’ve taken the time out of your busy schedules to be here and to end up not having a single date at all?” She laughs like the idea is absurd.
“I’m sure we’ll be okay with it,” the Sheriff says again, reasonably.
Men of a Certain Age
crack_van for Teen Wolf this month. If you are looking for all Sterek all the time, you will be sadly disappointed with my recs. If on the other hand you're eager for something to read other than the main ship I have some items for you! That's not to say there won't be *any* Sterek, it's just not my primary focus. Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: gen. Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent
Length: 15k
Author on LJ:
peroxidepest17Author Website: At Ao3
Why this must be read:
Any fic that focuses on the Sheriff and doesn't give him a made up name, but keeps him fully in character and only refers to him as Sheriff or Stilinski is in my book an automatic winner. Add in my favorite Argent and empty nest syndrome and you've got a winner. It is funny, engaging, and charming. A must read.
They come to a wordless conclusion approximately two beats later. The Sheriff steps forward to raise his hand. “It’s okay, Barb,” he says amiably, but with a note of the authority in his voice that the town pays him to intimidate people with. “Mr. Argent and I are perfectly fine with sitting tonight out. You know, to keep the numbers even.”
Barb looks like she’s going to protest. Some of the other women in the crowd look like they’re going to protest too, and when the Sheriff uses his incredible crime-solving mind to put the puzzle together as to why that might be, he suddenly remembers Stiles’s ridiculous comment about the PTA bake sales earlier and realizes that both he and Chris Argent are what one might consider eligible bachelors. They work out, after all. It’s a necessity of both their careers.
Stiles told him he’s a catch, and maybe he is. On the other hand, maybe he doesn’t want to be caught exactly, either.
From the way Argent tenses minutely at the sight of all those eyes suddenly looking at him so hopefully, the Sheriff would bet good money on Argent feeling the exact same way as he does about it. It makes sense. Argent also has a business empire on top of all of his muscles, which, objectively speaking, probably makes him more desirable prey (and more constantly hunted) than the Sheriff. Argent is Bruce Wayne to the Sheriff’s Clark Kent, or something. Maybe not Clark Kent, maybe Wally West.
“But Sheriff,” Barb begins, hastily, “It would be unfair for you and Mr. Argent to just leave. I mean, after you’ve taken the time out of your busy schedules to be here and to end up not having a single date at all?” She laughs like the idea is absurd.
“I’m sure we’ll be okay with it,” the Sheriff says again, reasonably.
Men of a Certain Age
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Thanks for reccing.
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