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may your path be the sound - magneticwave (PG)
Fandom: TEEN WOLF
Pairing: Sherriff Stilinski/Melissa McCall
Length: 13321 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
magneticwave
Author Website: AO3
Summary: This may make Melissa a terrible mother, but things were so much easier when Scott and Stiles were unpopular and spent their weekends on either her or John’s couch, playing Mario Kart and talking about all of the stuff they were never going to be cool enough to do. Scott and Stiles’ weekends now mostly involve blood and Derek Hale.
Why this must be read: Because the Sherriff and Melissa are really interesting characters that don't get enough screentime or character development in most fics. (Or in canon for that matter.) Because it's a third person POV on all the werewolf shenanigans, which makes it really interesting. Because it's a third person POV from someone invested, and that's even better. Because there's Stilinski family backstory and there's so much of it and it's so fascinating. Because it's like a fic where Mama Stilinski is still alive without her being, yknow, alive.
Or, yknow. All of the above.
“He told you,” Melissa says, and she sighs and leans against the doorframe. “How did he tell you?”
“Well,” John says, “I was fairly certain my son was a serial killer until 5 PM today. From five to 7:30 I knew he was a serial killer, and then at 7:30 we had a serious discussion about werewolves.”
As far as Melissa knows, Stiles hasn’t been bitten by anything more severe than a mosquito so his problems are at most werewolf-adjacent, but she knows that real friends don’t downplay parenting issues. “Come on in,” she says, elbowing the door back and stepping inside. “Scott’s currently out, probably sitting on Allison Argent’s roof waiting to be shot.”
“That girl,” John begins, and then he sighs. “I can’t really care about Scott’s romantic problems, Mel.”
“Trust me,” Melissa assures him, kicking the door shut behind him, “I don’t want to talk to my seventeen-year-old or anyone else about his sex life, although I am moderately relieved now that it involves aggressive pining instead of actual sex.”
“The pining,” John agrees gloomily. The glasses clink in his hand; Melissa notices in a way that is meant to be friendly but ends up being too interested that he can fit both of the shot glasses so easily into the curve of one palm that they disappear almost entirely. “God, Melissa, what the hell is going on.”
“If I knew, I’d’ve moved Scott the hell out of here six months ago,” Melissa tells him. “Come on, I just finished nuking some frozen lasagna, I can eke out a piece for you.” John looks like he’s considering refusing her offer, so she adds, “I know it’s been a while since college, old man, but you need something in your stomach before you do this kind of drinking.”
There’s a certain amount of self-knowledge in his tone as John says wryly, “But if I don’t eat I’ll be unconscious faster.”
may your path be the sound
Pairing: Sherriff Stilinski/Melissa McCall
Length: 13321 words
Author on LJ:
magneticwaveAuthor Website: AO3
Summary: This may make Melissa a terrible mother, but things were so much easier when Scott and Stiles were unpopular and spent their weekends on either her or John’s couch, playing Mario Kart and talking about all of the stuff they were never going to be cool enough to do. Scott and Stiles’ weekends now mostly involve blood and Derek Hale.
Why this must be read: Because the Sherriff and Melissa are really interesting characters that don't get enough screentime or character development in most fics. (Or in canon for that matter.) Because it's a third person POV on all the werewolf shenanigans, which makes it really interesting. Because it's a third person POV from someone invested, and that's even better. Because there's Stilinski family backstory and there's so much of it and it's so fascinating. Because it's like a fic where Mama Stilinski is still alive without her being, yknow, alive.
Or, yknow. All of the above.
“He told you,” Melissa says, and she sighs and leans against the doorframe. “How did he tell you?”
“Well,” John says, “I was fairly certain my son was a serial killer until 5 PM today. From five to 7:30 I knew he was a serial killer, and then at 7:30 we had a serious discussion about werewolves.”
As far as Melissa knows, Stiles hasn’t been bitten by anything more severe than a mosquito so his problems are at most werewolf-adjacent, but she knows that real friends don’t downplay parenting issues. “Come on in,” she says, elbowing the door back and stepping inside. “Scott’s currently out, probably sitting on Allison Argent’s roof waiting to be shot.”
“That girl,” John begins, and then he sighs. “I can’t really care about Scott’s romantic problems, Mel.”
“Trust me,” Melissa assures him, kicking the door shut behind him, “I don’t want to talk to my seventeen-year-old or anyone else about his sex life, although I am moderately relieved now that it involves aggressive pining instead of actual sex.”
“The pining,” John agrees gloomily. The glasses clink in his hand; Melissa notices in a way that is meant to be friendly but ends up being too interested that he can fit both of the shot glasses so easily into the curve of one palm that they disappear almost entirely. “God, Melissa, what the hell is going on.”
“If I knew, I’d’ve moved Scott the hell out of here six months ago,” Melissa tells him. “Come on, I just finished nuking some frozen lasagna, I can eke out a piece for you.” John looks like he’s considering refusing her offer, so she adds, “I know it’s been a while since college, old man, but you need something in your stomach before you do this kind of drinking.”
There’s a certain amount of self-knowledge in his tone as John says wryly, “But if I don’t eat I’ll be unconscious faster.”
may your path be the sound
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But at least it's in the 'system' \o?
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If you remember this when you do finally get around to reading the story, drop a comment! Now I'm curious and wanna know if you like it. :)
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Just thought you should know. :)
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