#sherissa

Melissa x Noah Stilinski

Melissa knew that this was who she was supposed to be with. It just made sense. Her and Noah was almost inevitable with how comfortable they were with each other.

Headcanons under the cut.

Well, every adult wishes they were young again, don't they?

But it came as it had to come, goblins had fun playing tricks on people and so it hit the adults.

So here is my writing wish list for 2021!  In a few months, I’ll update this to show what I’ve completed!

Teen Wolf -Sterek, of course -Scallison -Scira -Sherissa (Sheriff/Melissa)

Bleach -GrimmIchi

Kuroko no Basuke -Aokaga

Star Wars -StormPilot

9-1-1 -Buddie -Bobby/Athena -firefam

other fandoms -Final Fantasy -Animal Crossing -Seiken Densetsu

fics to complete -Summer in Beacon Hills -Sterek Drabbles ‘20

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Sheriff/Melissa Rating: T Word Count: 467 Summary: The heater's gone out in their cabin. In Colorado. In the winter. At least Melissa has someone willing to help keep her warm.

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Woo, it's time once again for me to do some fics for all my pairings for Valentine's Day! This one will also fill the square for "Huddling for Warmth" on my Trope Bingo card.

Sheriff/Melissa, getting caught in the act

“Yeah, I know. No, I’m home. I need to grab a shower, dude,” Stiles says, holding his phone against his shoulder with his cheek as he pulls his keys out from his pocket. “No, I think he’s out, none of the lights are on. No, he didn’t say anything?” he continues as he unlocks his front door and walks in.

He flips the lights on as he kicks of his shoes. “Yeah, well as soon as--” And then he drops his phone and covers his eyes trying to shield himself from the nightmare he’d just seen. “AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY EYES OH MY GOD. WHAT??? WHY???? WHAT? DAD??????? MELISSA???? WHAT THE HELL. OH MY GOD. YOU HAVE A ROOM WITH A DOOR AND A LOCK FOR A REASON FATHER. HAVE YOU NO DECENCY??? THIS IS A SHARED COUCH.”

With a sigh the Sheriff says, “Are you done?”

“I DON’T KNOW. ARE YOU? DO I NEED TO LEAVE AND GIVE YOU TIME TO FINISH UP?”

Melissa is trying very hard to keep her giggles in, hand over her mouth. When she’s got a little control she says, “Stiles, we’re not even naked. We’re still both very much clothed.”

“I DON’T-- oh. Wait, really?” Stiles takes a peek between his fingers and sees his Dad standing from the couch and Melissa sitting, and yeah, okay they are both wearing clothes. But, his dad’s hair is definitely messy so like who knows how much longer those clothes would’ve stayed on.

“I suggest you take your phone and your things and hang out with Scott for the night,” the Sheriff says, only his tone is not a suggesting one but a demanding one.

“Are you... are you sexiling me from my own home?”

“Go, Stiles.”

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No-Fault by @froggydarren (FICLET, Derek/Stiles, G, 920) past-Stydia, getting together, future fic

A Chat in the Park by @thisnewjoe (FIC, Melissa McCall/Sheriff Stilinski, G, 1363)

i honestly? was v confused by this because one of my teen wolf ocs is named melissa and i’ve been writing about her a lot recently, and i had NO idea who noah was. but now i see this prompt is for sherissa (noah and not john. jeff. are u kidding me.) and i am HERE for it. this is set WAY pre-canon and it’s way shorter than my briam fic so it’s not on ao3. it’s also pre-relationship of any kind sorry friend.

send me prompts pls, any kind of prompts

Noah wakes up to a pounding, both on his door and in his head. Stiles woke up in the middle of the night with another nightmare, and he had just gotten back into bed after calming Stiles down, drifted off, and then the knocking came. He scrambles from the bed, not bothering to change out of his pajamas before running down the stairs. If this bastard wakes Stiles up again, he swears to God, he’s going to lose it.

He throws open the door and the person on the other side is not who he’s expecting at all.

The woman has one eyebrow cocked, one hand on her hip, and her phone in her hand. “Stilinski, right?” she asks, and he nods. “Good. I’m Melissa McCall. Is your son Stiles?” He nods again, more confused than anything. She smiles, tight-lipped, and says, “Perfect. I think we need to talk.”