"I think my dad’s having a midlife crisis of the sexual variety," Stiles says, throwing himself down on the couch at Scott’s house.
Scott makes a face. “Dude, I don’t want to hear about that. He’s like my dad.”
"He is my dad,” Stiles points out bitterly. “And you’re my best friend. Who else am I going to share this with?”
Scott winces. “Fine, fine. What’s going on?”
Stiles sighs, kicking his heels. “Ever since I came home for the summer, he’s been talking about this deputy they just hired. He brings him up at least twice a day, seriously. He’s dependable, he’s awesome, he’s handsome, yadda yadda yadda.”
Scott blinks. “Wait. The deputy’s a dude?”
Hey, remember when I wrote that Peter/Stiles somnophilia fic that ended up weirdly popular?
Well, it now has a baby brother! je posais ma main sur des choses; je rôdais, and if you can recognise that quote without reading the author’s note I would like to buy you a drink and talk French lit.