#singledoutsi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Brady Jensen, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Reader.

You and Stiles were going strong in the co-parenting situation. It’s been about seven months. Lydia had her baby, another girl. They named her Allison.

They seemed happy. You didn’t see anymore situations like what you’d seen when you took Emma over. They hadn’t married yet, but you assumed it would happen soon. Things had progressed with Brady, you’d gone on a couple dates but nothing was too serious.

“No. I specifically said to question her, not detain her.” You roll your eyes as you cradle the phone between your ear and shoulder. You loved your job. It didn’t require the bulky uniform, and you could sit behind a desk all day, or go and chase someone down. It was much better than being a deputy.

“Dammit, Hayes, do you not get what I’m telling you?” You type aggressively on the keyboard as your frustration grows.

“I’ll do it my own damn self. Stay where you are.” You slam the phone down and walk towards the back of the building. You slide your card and walk into the cell block.

“Give me the keys.” You hold your hand out, the deputy placing them in your hand hesitantly. You unlock the cell, letting the woman inside out. “I told this idiot not to detain you, I guess when a woman needs something done she has to do it herself.”

The woman laughs and you pat her shoulder, “I’m very sorry for the miscommunication and inconvenience. I’m agent Y/L/N if you ever need to contact me.”

She thanks you and you lead her out, bumping into Stiles on your way to your desk.

“Hey, I meant to find you earlier.”

“What’s up?” You smile.

“Lydia and I are having a barbecue..do you think you’d want to come?”

“Oh, yeah. Of course! Is it okay if I bring Brady?”

He looks caught off guard, “I..yeah. No problem.” He nods.

“What time?”

“Six tonight? Scott and Kira are coming too.”

“I’ll see you then.” You nod and continue your journey to your desk.

You sit down and Brady gives you a smile. “We’ve been invited to a barbecue.” You nod.

“With who?” He glances at the computer.

“Stiles and Lydia. Some friends from high school too.”

“Tonight?” He raises an eyebrow.

You nod, “Let’s go.”

You put on your favorite sundress and a pair of cute sandals, dressing Emma in a similar outfit. You knew it was warm outside so you put on a pair of sunglasses and a hat on her. You loaded her up into the car seat as Brady climbs into the front seat. He’s a completely different man outside of work, he’s much more laid back. You examine his apparel, black jeans and a flannel.

“Brady, it’s supposed to be in the high eighties this evening.” You raise an eyebrow as you start the car.

“I’m comfortable.” He shrugs.

“You’ll have your shirt off by the end of the night.” You laugh as you pull out of the driveway.

You pull up to Stiles’ and get Emma out. You walk right inside, Brady behind you.

“Y/N!” Kira smiles as you walk into the kitchen.

“How are you?” You smile as you put Emma down. She finds her way to Stiles, holding her hands out to him so he’d hold her.

“I’m good, you?” You smile as you feel Brady behind you.

“I’m great.”

Scott walks over and greets you. “Brady, this is Kira and Scott. Guys this is Brady, he’s my partner at work and we’re dating.” You smile. You catch a glimpse of Stiles when you say you’re dating. He has a look on his face you can’t quite read, but he quickly busies himself entertaining Emma.

You leave Brady with Kira and Scott and follow Stiles into the living room. “Hey, where’s Lydia?” You ask as you see Allison in her rocker, quietly napping

“Taking a nap.” He nods. “She’s pretty exhausted.”

“Is everything okay?” You ask sincerely. You’d noticed he was coming into work completely exhausted as well. He seemed overworked.

“Yeah. New baby schedule.” He shrugs.

“If you ever need help, I’m here. You know that.” You nod.

“Yeah..I know.” He glances in the kitchen at Brady. “I know.”

Lydia eventually made it downstairs and joined everyone. You had a pretty good time, it felt like high school again.

You went home that night and put Emma to bed. You jumped in the shower. When you were out and dressed you glanced at your phone. It was absolutely blown up. 17 text messages and 9 calls, all from Stiles. You sat on the edge of your bed, calling him back.

“Stiles?” You say as you hear the line stop trilling.

“She’s gone.”

“What?”

“Lydia..she’s..she’s gone.”

“She left? Where’d she go?” You stand up.

“I don’t know, but she left me here with Allison and she’s screaming her head off and I can’t do anything about it because Lydia takes care of her through the night so I don’t know what she needs and I don’t know why Lydia left but I have a 14 week old baby who wants her mom and-”

“Hey.” You cut him off, remembering the times he’d call you in the midst of a panic attack and you’d have to calm him down. “I’ll be right there. Don’t worry, okay?”

“O-okay..” He sounds like he’s been crying. You hear screaming in the background, Allison obviously not happy.

“I’m on my way, Stiles.”

You grab Emma, hoping she doesn’t wake in the midst of the shuffling. You get to Stiles’ as fast as you can, knocking on the door softly.

He answers almost immediately. His eyes are filled with tears and his cheeks are puffy. He’s only wearing pajama pants and his hair’s flat against his forehead.

You step inside and lay Emma in the portable crib Stiles kept in the living room. You take his hand silently and pull him up to the nursery.

You pick Allison up and rock with her, her screams not faltering. She definitely got that from her mother. “Will you go make a bottle?” You ask Stiles and he nods.

You sit in the rocking chair, slowly rocking with her. When Stiles returns you take the bottle and slip it into her mouth, continuing to rock. She quiets down almost immediately, making small noises as she calms down.

“How do you do that?” He sits down on the chair beside you, watching you intently.

“I may have done this on my own once or twice.” You smile. You reach out and touch his arm. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I heard Allison crying but Lydia wasn’t in bed and she wasn’t in the nursery. I went downstairs to grab her a bottle and I found a note on the fridge.” He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to you.

Stiles, this has all become too much for me. You and I should never have made it this far. It’s been clear to me, even before she came back, that you’re still in love with Y/N. I’m not blaming you for me leaving. I feel trapped. I don’t want to marry you, and I can’t raise a kid with you knowing I’ll be unhappy. I do not want children, I do not want to settle down. I want to be free, I want to see the world. I hope you can understand that. I left the ring on my nightstand. -Lydia.

“Stiles..” You shake your head as you meet his gaze.

“How will I do this on my own, Y/N?” A tear slides down his cheek. You know the feeling all too well.

“I can help you.” You nod.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” He shakes his head, watching you rock with Allison.

“You can. I’ll move in, we can take care of the girls together. I’m not saying we have to get married or anything, I’m just saying we’ll have the girls together and we can all be under one roof instead of swapping.

"You’d do that for me?” He wipes his eyes.

You stand up and place Allison in the crib before squatting in front of Stiles. “Of course I would. We’re family.” You wipe his eyes and he smiles down at you. “I know the feeling, I know what it’s like. Honestly, if you were going to do this on your own you’d hate it. I know you would. I’ll be here to help all the time. I love Allison anyway.”

He buries his head in his hands, "Where did I go wrong?"

You hug him and place your head on top of his. "It's not your fault, Sti." You hope he doesn't notice your use of the nickname, something you haven't called him since high school.

"Come on, let's go talk somewhere else."

You both go and sit in his bedroom. "Never blame yourself, okay? She didn't want kids, yet she got pregnant. I'm not saying it was her choice, I know you also are dealing with the consequences of that, but she knew. She knew what she was in for and she just changed her mind."

"Y/N, she told me she wanted a baby." He shakes his head. "We tried for Allison. For awhile, actually."

"Really?" You're in shock. "I think...I'm not an expert, so don't take my word on this..but maybe she was trying to force a happiness on her she couldn't have. Y'know? A good husband, a baby, it all seems nice and happy."

"Yeah..you're right." He nods. "I just can't stand knowing Allison will grow up without a mom."

"Hey, she'll have me. I may not be Lydia, but I can try to be a good mom to her..a stand-in mom."

"You'll be a better mother than Lydia. I know that much. She hated taking care of her, there were times I felt like bringing her to work because I knew Lydia would hate being alone with her."

"Stiles..." You shake your head.

"I know. I should've expected this." He shrugs.

"No...I was going to say that you deserve more than that. You deserve to be happy with the mother of your child. You deserve to be happy with your fiancée."

"I'm happy with the mother of one of my children." He smiles at you and you wipe his eyes again, returning the smile.

"You and I will do this. As a team, okay?" You hug him again.

"I know that I wasn't there to help with Emma, and my biggest regret is not keeping in touch with after we broke up..but thank you for not leaving me in a situation like that. I couldn't...I couldn't do it. I'm not strong enough."

"Don't you dare say that, Stiles Stilinski. I have seen you on your highs and your lows. You can handle anything. You were possessed for God's sake."

"Do you know why I made it through that?" He looks at you.

"Why, Stiles?"

"Because I had you. You've always been my biggest fan and supporter. Not having you on my side felt like I wasn't doing anything for anyone. When we were dating I did everything for you."

"Well guess what, you've still got me. I guess that means you'll make it through this all right."

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Reader.

The screaming coming from the right side of your bed made you jolt out of bed, Allison’s face was bright red and wet from tears. You scoop her up and rock her, glancing at the clock. 4:27 a.m. Nice. She continues her shrieks and you slip downstairs, praying she doesn’t wake Emma. You open the fridge and grab a bottle before sticking it in the microwave.

You grab the bottle as soon as it’s done, checking the warmth before sticking the nipple in her mouth. She quiets down, still making noises behind her food. You sit down at the kitchen table as she eats, rubbing your eyes.

The sound of a soft pitter-patter makes you turn around. “Mommy?” Emma looks into the kitchen, her curls wild and a teddy bear under her arm.

“What’re you doing up, baby? It’s late.”

“You’re up, so is Ali.” She pads into the kitchen, sitting her bear on the table before starting her climb up the chair.

You look at her, a sarcastic look on her little face. “You’re so much like your daddy. That’s not a good thing.”

She giggles and grabs her bear as you shake your head. Allison squirms around, starting to fuss again. You think of Lydia, and what she’s missing out on. The feeling of being mother was indescribable, and you felt bad that she was missing it, and that Allison had no biological mother. Stiles told you you’d take her place and you’d be better at it, but you weren’t sure if Allison would see it that way as she got older.

“Mommy, I’m thirsty.” Emma whispers. You nod and stand up, getting her sippy cup from the fridge. You hand it to her and she takes it, stopping you by holding your hand with her free one.

“Em, I need to feed Allison.” You say lowly.

She pouts, furrowing her eyebrows at you. “Fine. Okay.” You shake your head and pick her up with your free arm. She takes her bear and her sippy cup with her. You sit on the couch, letting Emma snuggle into your side.

You spot the sun rising, the clock reading 6:32. You weren’t sure how time had gone by so fast, or how Emma was still awake. Allison had fallen asleep but it was almost time for her to wake up.

Stiles came downstairs, his alarm had gone off at 6:30. “Did I miss something?” He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the three of you on the couch.

“Yes.” You laugh, Emma jumping up to run over to Stiles. He picks her up and balances her on his hip. “Allison was crying so I got up to feed her, Emma heard me and so she got up too.”

Stiles looks at you and Allison before turning his gaze to Emma. He looks back at you, “How long did you sleep?”

“Honestly, about two hours.”

“Y/N…you should’ve gotten me up too.”

You shake your head, “You have to work too. I’m not going to make you go into work tired.”

“You aren’t seriously thinking of going to work are you?” He presses the button on the coffee pot and he glances at you.

“Stiles, being a mom isn’t an excuse to stay home.” You yawn involuntarily.

“Being tired is. I’ll text my dad. You aren’t going to work. I’ll take the girls to daycare and you can sleep.”

“Sti..” You stand and shake your head.

A small smile forms on his face, “I love that. I missed it, actually.”

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Sti. You’re the only person who’s ever called me that.” Emma lays her head on his shoulder and he kisses her forehead.

You smile and bite your lip, trying to control it from spreading too wide. “I didn’t even really think about it. Habit, I guess.” You shrug.

“Well, I like it.” He puts Emma down and she runs back over to the couch. “Do you want Allison to sleep with me?” He glances at his daughter asleep on the couch.

“No, it’s okay. You do more at work than I do, so it’s better if I get up with her.”

“I do not do more work than you.” He shakes his head.

You walk over to him, “You just get bigger caseloads. Plus Brady tries to run everything. Easier on me, I guess.” You shrug before grabbing to coffee cups from the cabinet.

“He does?” Stiles watches you.

“I mean, yeah…he’s been there longer, it’s understandable.”

He squints at you, “No it’s not. You’re partners, Y/N, you aren’t his assistant.”

“He doesn’t treat me like his assistant..” You lied. He does, you do coffee runs and paperwork while he does all the fieldwork and arrests.

“You two are dating aren’t you?”

“I guess. There’s not really a label yet.” You shrug.

“Does he treat you like that outside of work?” He raises an eyebrow.

You shake your head, “No. I mean…” You think back to a couple occasions where he’d made demands. “No.”

He points at you, “You hesitated. Y/N, what the hell?”

“Stiles, it’s fine.” You look up at him. He’s fuming.

“It’s not. It’s not fine. I know how he is, Y/N. I’ve worked with him for awhile. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want you to think that I was lying, but…” He sighs. “You’re his fourth female partner. And the fourth one he’s dated.”

“What?” You look over at him, shaking your head.

“I know how he treats them, and I can’t idly stand by and let you, the…the lo-..mother of my child get used like that.”

“He doesn’t treat me badly, he j-”

“Yet. He doesn’t treat you badly yet.”

“It’s not a big deal. I promise you.” You walk over and put your hand on his forearm. “Trust me. I’m an adult. I’ve taken care of myself and a tiny human for almost three years. I’ve got this.”

He sighs and rubs his eyes, “I just care about you. I don’t want to see an ass-hat like that hurt you.”

“You called the guy I’m seeing an ass-hat.” You state.

“I mean, sorry for you but he is an ass-hat. He’s not just an ass-hat, he’s an ass-accessory. Like an ass-necklace.”

“If you don’t shut up you’ll have Emma saying ass-hat.” You laugh, making his laughter bubble over.

“Sorry.” He grins.

You hand him a coffee cup. “Drink your coffee and go to work, you big nerd.”

You pour your coffee and hand him the carafe, laughing as you leave the room. You find Emma knelt in front of Allison, watching her little sister sleep intently. “What’re you doing, Emmy?” You watch her closely.

“She’s pretty.” Emma says simply.

“She is pretty. She’s very pretty.” You smile and walk over to the pair.

“We need to get you dressed for daycare, little one.” You put your coffee down and pick Emma up. “Hey, Sti, I’m taking Emma up to get dressed. Ali’s asleep on the couch.”

“Got it!” He gives you a thumbs up and you take her upstairs.

You get the girls dressed and send them with Stiles, passing out on the couch as soon as he leaves. You wake around two, deciding to swing by the station to check on a couple cases.

You walk inside, everyone staring at you as you come in. You walk to the back, Brady getting up and leaving as soon as you enter. What the hell happened? You spot Stiles in Noah’s office and you walk back up front, slipping inside.

“Oh, great. You’re here too.” He says as you walk in, glaring at his son.

“What happened?” You raise an eyebrow.

“My son here attacked Jensen at lunch.”

“Stiles!” You widen your eyes.

“He was talking about you!” He throws his arms up.

“Oh my God!” You press your hand to your forehead. “What the hell, Stiles!”

“I guess I can tell both of you while you’re here.” Noah sighs, “Have a seat, Y/N.”

You sit beside Stiles, your mind reeling. “Stiles, I’m going to have to suspend you.”

“Suspend me?” Stiles sits forward, “Dad, you can’t do that!” The scene playing out before you reminds you of high school, when Stiles would call and ask if he could spent the night with you.

“I can and I am. Two months without pay.”

“Without pay? Dad, I have two kids! You can’t do that to me.”

Your jaw drops. Suspension without pay for two months?

“I’m going easy on you, Stiles. If this were anyone else they would’ve been thrown out on their ass before they could even think about attacking another agent.”

“I don’t care if this is easy or not! I have two kids! You’re taking money from your grandkids, dad! That’s sick.”

“Stiles…” You place your hand on top of his, trying to calm him down. “It’s okay.”

​

“How will we function, Y/N? One income and two babies?” He sighs and rubs his face. ​

“I can get a second job.” You nod.​

“You’re one hell of a father.” Stiles clenches his jaw and stands up. “I can’t believe you’d leave your son without an income. Make the mother of my child think about getting a second job? Sickening.” He pushes the chair back and storms out of the office with you hot on his heels. ​

“Sti. Sti, calm down.” He walks quickly, making you run to keep up. “Stiles.” He ignores you. “Stiles, stop.“​

He turns to face you, tears brimming his eyes, "My dad just cut four pay checks from me. Four. I can’t support you guys without a paycheck, Y/N."​

"Stiles, I’m still working…we can make a budget. I raised Emma for a year on a Subway salary. We can do it. I know we can."​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Noah Stilinski, Reader.

You took Emma over to Stiles, the three of you were going to spend the day together. You and Stiles catching up, and Emma and Stiles getting to know each other.

“There is something I have to tell you.” Stiles says as you walk in the door. “Like right this minute.”

“What’s wrong?” You sit Emma’s diaper bag down on the couch.

“After you left..I started dating Lydia?”

“I uh…okay?” Emma fusses and you bounce with her.

“We’re engaged.”

You feel your heart fall. “Okay..”

“And she’s pregnant.”

You feel like you might pass out. You’re in shock, but he can’t know it. “Well..good for you guys.” You smile. “Does she know?”

“About Emma? Yeah, she actually wants to meet her.”

“When?”

“Well, she’s home now..”

“Oh, okay..” You nod.

“Hey, Lyd!” He shouts up the stairs.

“Yeah, babe?” You hear her respond. Babe. Your heart hurt even more.

“Come downstairs.”

You hear her approach as Emma holds onto you tightly. You kiss her forehead and smooth her hair back.

“Hey, Y/N.” Lydia smiles when you see her. She looks about five or six months. You wonder if he proposed because she’s pregnant of if they were already engaged.

“Hi.” You smile. Emma hides her face in your neck. “Say hi, baby.” You laugh as she looks at Lydia.

“Wow. You look just like your daddy, don’t you?” She smiles at Emma.

“Do you want to hold her?” You ask

She holds her arms out to Emma and takes her. You catch a glimpse of her ring, it’s huge. You’re glad that he’s happy. You never expected him to stay stuck on a high school girlfriend, but it was still hard.

She holds Emma for awhile before handing her off to Stiles. “I’m going to go over to Kira and Scott’s for awhile. I’ll see you later, babe.”

Stiles kisses her before she leaves. “So, to the park?” He asks you.

You nod and grabs your keys. “Let’s take my car. I have the car seat.” You take Emma from him and take her outside before buckling her in. He gets in the passenger side.

“So what do you do?” He asks as he puts his seatbelt on.

You start the car, “I’m still in school. I’ve been doing school online since I left Beacon Hills. There’s just no way to be a mom and school while affording to live on your own with a baby.”

He sighs, “I could’ve helped with that.”

The problem was that you knew that. You knew all of the advantages of having Stiles help raise Emma. You felt like you would ruin his chances of a successful career. You could have Lydia’s life. That could be you with the huge ring, and the nice house. You could be having your second baby right now.

“I know.” You say simply.

“Are you working?” He asks.

“Yeah, I um….I hope you don’t think this is weird, but I’m doing pre-FBI online. I know we both got accepted to George Washington, I just couldn’t let you know…” You sigh. “I work at the station with your dad.”

“What? Does he know?”

“I haven’t started yet. I start next week.”

“So, you’ll work with me. I’m getting my years of experience at the station.”

“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

“Well, co-parents and co-workers.” You joke. “Anything else?”

He chuckles, “This is going to take some getting used to.”

Emma and Stiles get along really well, it was obvious both of them knew they were missing something.

Things with Stiles were great. You missed having him around. Even though he was with Lydia, neither of them treated you like you were imposing.

You walk into work, your first day. You take a sip of your coffee as you walk into Noah’s office.

“Y/N! I didn’t realize it was you starting.” He stands up and hugs you.

You smile, “It’s nice to see you.”

“I’m going to have to meet Emma, you know.”

“Oh, but of course. She’d love you.” You smile and show him a picture.

“Oh, she looks just like Stiles.” He grins. “She’s precious.”

“I’m taking her to Stiles’ tonight if you want to swing by.”

“Oh I will. You should meet your partner.”

“Jensen, get in here!” He shouts.

A tall dark headed man walks through the door. He’s wearing a button down with the sleeves rolled up, his muscles look like they could bust his shirt open. The facial hair spread across his face makes you weak in the knees.

“Hey, you must be Y/N. I’m Brady Jensen.” He reaches for your hand. Holy Hell.

You take his hand and shake it, “Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile.

“Brady will set you up, help you get to know everyone. Let me know if you need anything.” Noah nods.

“Thanks, Noah.” You smile and follow Brady out of the office.

“Noah seems to like you a lot.” Brady observes.

“Oh, I dated his son in high school.” You nod.

“You dated Stilinski?” He laughs. “You seem a bit out of his league.”

You bite your lip and laugh, “Oh, thanks.”

“So, this is your desk. Right next to mine.” He nudges you and winks.

“Okay.” You smile and sit your things on your desk.

“Y/N!” Stiles shouts as he walks up to you.

“Hey.” You smile.

“I didn’t know you were with Jensen.” He nods.

Brady pats your back, “I’m a lucky guy.”

You blush, Stiles giving Brady a look. “Well, when you bring Emma tonight can you pack extra diapers? She’s not used to going at our house so..we had issues.”

You laugh, “Yeah, of course. I think your dad said he wanted to come by and see her.”

“Oh, I’ll talk to him about it.”

“Who’s Emma?” Brady asks.

“Our daughter.” Stiles says quickly.

“I thought you said you dated in high school.” Brady raises an eyebrow.

“We uh…we did.” You nod.

“Oh, you had your baby in high school?”

“Actually my freshman year of college, but yeah.”

“Wow, that’s really tough. My mom had me in high school. She’s always been someone I look up to because of how much she grew up.”

Could this guy get any better?

You smile up at him, “I’m so glad someone understands. Most people make assumptions about you right off the bat.”

He nods, “Teen mothers sacrifice everything.”

Stiles rolls his eyes, “I’m going to let you get set up here. I’ll see you at five.”

“Okay, bye Stiles.”

Brady gives you the rundown and introduces you to some cases. After work you pick Emma up and take her home.

You feed her before taking her to Stiles’. You’re about to knock on the door when you hear yelling.

“What, Stiles? So you’re telling me you only proposed because I’m pregnant?” Lydia shouts.

“Yes! That’s exactly what I’m saying. You were just a rebound, I never meant for it to go this far!” Stiles replies. You knew that one must’ve hurt.

“A rebound? Are you kidding me? I hate you, Stiles.“

You knock before it’s too late. “Hey, Y/N.” Stiles opens the door, he looks distraught.

“Hey. Emma’s fed. I’ll pick her up at eight.”

He nods and takes her. “Okay. I’ll see you then.”

Lydia pushes past the two of you and gets in her car, flying out of the driveway.

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

“Yes and no. Nothing to be worried about.”

This is kind of a short part, but things are brewing! ​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader.

You tape up your last box, stepping back and sighing. You hadn’t told Brady you were moving in with Stiles. You weren’t sure what kind of reaction he’d have. Stiles has gotten along pretty well with Lydia in the past couple of weeks, he seems more like his old self. He seemed happier. You spent almost every night at his house since the night she left.

​

“You live with a baby. A two year old baby. How are do you have this much stuff?” Stiles picks up a box.​

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but when you have kids you’d just about save a tissue if you stopped to think about them blowing their little baby nose. Leave me alone, I may or may not hoard Emma’s old baby stuff.” You cross your arms. “Which comes in handy for you.“​

“Allison is seventeen weeks old and she’s already getting hand-me-downs?” Stiles laughs.

​

“Not if you don’t want her to. You can buy her dresses she’ll fit into for a week for $30 if you want to.” You cock an eyebrow and he laughs. ​

You get all of the boxes to Stiles’. You both sit on the couch to take a break. Stiles smiles as Emma runs over. She jumps up in between the two of you, wearing only a diaper. ​

“Daddy.” She whispers at Stiles and you smile. ​

“What, little bug?” He grins at her. ​

She cups her mouth and whispers something in his ear, the two of them laughing. They share the same smile, making your heart melt. She looks just like him, everyone says so. Her dark curls frame her face, her eyes the same whiskey color as Stiles’.​

You hear Allison begin to fuss and you pick her up out of the rocker. Emma looks over curiously. “Say hi to your sister, Em.” ​

Emma leans over Allison, an expression on her face quite similar to the one her father wore. ​

“Be gentle.” You tell her. She kisses Allison’s forehead before giggling. ​

You and Stiles exchange a glance, his eyes lighting up at the sight before him. ​"I think it’s nap time for a certain little girl.“ You smile as Emma shakes her head. ​"Stiles will you put her down for a nap?” You glance at him and he nods and gets up, scooping Emma up into his arms.​

From what Stiles had told you, Lydia had no interest in caring for Allison. She didn’t even keep her in their bedroom when they brought her home. You and Stiles were able to convince Noah to give you both paid leave, you a leave in the case of adoption, and Stiles was given paternity leave. ​

Allison was going to be sleeping with you, you both agreed you could use the extra bonding time and you wanted Stiles to be fully rested. You could tell he still wasn’t over Lydia leaving.​

You place Allison back in the rocker and begin taking boxes to your room. You lay across the bed, sighing. You thought moving back to Beacon Hills was a mistake, but you’ve come to the conclusion it was fate. You get back up and begin unpacking, hanging your clothes in your closet. ​

“That was much easier than anticipated.” Stiles walks into the room. “She went right to sleep."​

"That’s surprising.” You chuckle. ​

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I would hate for you to come and help me and completely despise it."​

"Stiles, I love being a mom. I love having a family, this is perfect for me.” You reassure. ​

He nods, “I just..I thought Lydia was happy..I don’t want you to leave too."​

"Stiles, Lydia is crazy. I cannot believe she’d leave you and a beautiful little girl behind to go…see the world? She’s going to regret this one day, I promise you.” You nod. ​

You get unpacked and settled, finding yourself feeling very at home. You run out to check the mail for Stiles, finding a letter addressed to Allison Stilinski. You open it, knowing Stiles wouldn't care. It’s from Lydia. ​

Dear baby Allison, it’s your mommy. I’m writing to you from New York City. I’m finally me. I’m free of the confinements Beacon Hills provided me. I don’t want you to ever think I left because I hate you. I was unhappy, not with you but your father. I couldn’t travel the world with a baby, hence why your father has you. I hope to see you soon, I’ll write again. Love, Lydia.​

You fold the envelope in half and take it inside, slipping it in your back pocket. The wound is too fresh for Stiles to see.

​

You hand Stiles the rest of the mail and he thanks you. You walk further inside, Emma’s shrieks making the baby monitor in your pocket vibrate.​

"I’ll get it.” Stiles nods and jogs up the stairs. He returns with Emma on his hip, the doorbell ringing. ​

“Everything at once.” You chuckle as you open the door. “Hey Scott.” You smile. ​

“Hey..Y/N.” You and Stiles hadn’t told anyone you were moving in together. ​

“Come in.” You move out of the way, picking Allison up for a feeding.​

Stiles sits on the couch. Emma snuggled into his side. You sit beside Stiles ​with Allison and begin feeding her. ​

Scott follows you in and sits across from you, him and Stiles joke a bit before he sits up. ​

“This is a bit of a trip, seeing the two of you together again.” He raises an eyebrow.​

“What do you mean?” You look up.​​

“You look like you’re supposed to.” He shrugs. “With the two babies it’s like you never broke up. You seem happy, both of you."​

"I am happy. I’m happy to have Y/N back.” Stiles smiles. ​

“I’m happy to be back. I never expected to end up here, in this situation but I am happy.” ​

“Well, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you and Y/N are practically a married couple.” Scott laughs.​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Reader.

Scott and Stiles run in the door, spotting the man slumped over at the desk. “Em’s in the car with Kira. What’s going on?”

“I..was driving with Allison and she got eerily quiet when we came past the building. She started crying again when I passed it, so I backed up and came inside and…come here.” You walk to the back, opening the door to the massacre.

“Oh my God…” Scott mutters.

Stiles looks down at Allison in her carseat curiously. “She brought you here?”

You nod, “Pretty much, yeah. Stiles, we just said that Liam was dealing with this. I don’t…I don’t think this is a non-supernatural dealing.”

He sighs, “Scott will you call my dad?”

“Why can’t you-”

“Scott, please” You give him a look and he nods.

You glance around, shaking your head. “Come on, let’s go outside.” He grabs your arm and leads you outside. You unbuckle Allison and hold her, she’s completely calm now.

“Y/N..”

“I know.” You look at him. “We have to talk to Deaton about it.”

Stiles sighs and rubs his face, “You go with Kira. I’ll take care of this.”

“I’m not leaving you in a murder manufacturer with two babies.”

“Did you just say murder manufacturer?”

“Hey! I said what I said, don’t make fun of me, Stilinski. I’m not leaving you alone, that’s it.”

He laughs, taking Allison from your arms. “Go. I can take care of them, Scott’s here too.”

You sigh, looking at Allison. “Okay. Let me go get Emma.”

​

You get her out of her car seat, carrying her over to Stiles.​

“Here, I’ll take her.” Scott holds his arms out. You hand her to him, Scott smiling at her. “We’ve been friends since like..birth.” Scott glances at Stiles, “And never did I think you’d have a kid who looked just like you.” Scott grins. You gleam at Emma, her small dimpled cheeks returning your smile. ​

“Bye, baby.” You kiss her forehead. “Bye guys.” You wave at Scott and Stiles and get in the car with Kira.​

You go to the dress fitting, calling Stiles as soon as you’re finished. “What’s going on?” You say as soon as he answers.​

“Uh..well my dad came up, sent me home for obvious reasons. Um, Scott’s up there still, he just texted and said he should be back soon.“​

"Are you alone with the babies?” You ask when you hear Emma scream.​

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He murmurs.​

You laugh, “I’ll be home soon. Hang in there."​

"I think the kids are adorable. It can’t be that hard, right?"​ Kira pulls out onto the intersection and your jaw drops.​

"Stiles and I should let you watch the girls. For…I don’t know, 24 hours? Let’s do that.” ​

“Okay.” She grins, not picking up the sarcasm. ​"Let’s do it tomorrow. It’ll be fun.“ She bounces excitedly.​

"Oh, Stiles will love this.” You laugh. You run inside when you pull in, Emma’s toys spread from one end of the living room to the other, there’s at least four sippy cups on the coffee table. Emma is only in a diaper, Allison nowhere to be seen. Stiles emerges from the kitchen, a huge wet stain down his front.​

“What…happened?” You look up at him, shocked.​

“Okay, I change my mind.” Kira whispers.​

“Nope, you’ve committed to it.” You point at her and she sighs. ​

“Allison is napping, Emma was mad that you weren’t here and insisted she was hot, even though it’s seventy degrees in here. She also wanted juice, she didn’t specify so I poured her four different kinds. I poured five but she threw one at me."​

"Oh, Sti..” You try not to laugh. “Go take a shower. I’ll clean up.” ​

He lets a puff of air out and trudges up the stairs. You pick Emma up and begin to dress her. ​

“Mommy, I’m hot.” She pouts.​

“No you aren’t, you just don’t like the dress you’re wearing.” ​

“Mommy..” She whines.​

“Emma you aren’t hot. Which juice did you want?” ​

She tells you and you find it on the coffee table and hand it to her.​

Kira watches you in amazement as you zoom across the room, picking up Emma’s toys before she decides she wants to play with them again. “How do you do that?"​

"Do what?” You put a Lego set in her toy box.​

“Know if she’s lying, what she wants. I’ve always found it so hard to tell."​

"She’s my kid, Kira. It’s instinct. When I first moved in here I had a very hard time adjusting with Allison, I felt like I didn’t fit. Now it’s easy, she has a specific cry for everything. You just know."​

Scott walks through the door, Deaton beside him. "Y/N, I think you should get Stiles. We need to have a talk.” Deaton nods. Just when you thought you’d escaped fighting the supernatural.​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski,Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Reader.

You and Stiles both leave the station, making a pitstop to pick the girls up on the way home.

You walk inside, Allison’s car seat in one hand and Emma in the other. Stiles is fuming, you aren’t even sure if he’ll even speak for the rest of the night.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.” Emma pulls on your sleeve.

“Okay, babe. Let me get Alli settled and I’ll cook, okay?” You sit the car seat down.

“I’ll cook for you, petal. It’s okay.” Stiles scoops her up.

“Stiles, I can do it. You don’t have to.” You glance over at him.

He shakes his head, “No, I want to.” He tickles Emma, “I’m going to cook for my little princess.” She squeals and he nods at you.

“If you’re sure.” You take Allison out of the car seat and set her up in the rocker.

You follow Stiles into the kitchen and sit at the counter with Emma.

“We need to talk, Stiles.”

“I know. I…I know.”

“Why’d you do it?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Have you two…” He glances at Emma, who’s situated with a piece of paper and crayons, scribbling away. He make a hole with his thumb and pointer finger, sticking the pointer finger on his other hand into the hole.

“Oh for f-..” You glance at Emma, “What are you thirteen? Just ask if we had s-e-x.” You spell out the last word, rolling your eyes.

“Well did you?”

“Why do you need to know?”

He examines your face, “You did.”

“Stiles-”

“You’ve known him for less than six months, Y/N.”

“I’m an adult. The last person I’d had…s-e-x with was you. Sorry that I have needs, but I didn't sleep with him.”

“Wait, really?” He raises an eyebrow.

You sigh and rub your face. “Yes.”

A look of passes across his face, you can't read what it is. "What?"

"It's just surprising."

"That you were the last person I slept with?"

"Yeah." He puts Emma's plate in front of her.

"Why is that surprising?"

"Don't take this the wrong way...but you're gorgeous for one thing, and it's been more than three years hasn't it?"

You nod, "Yeah. I never thought about that." You shrug.

"How? I'd be losing my mind...I already am."

"When was the last time for you?" You raise an eyebrow as you cut Emma's food up.

"A couple weeks after Lydia found out she was pregnant."

"Seriously? So, over a year."

He counts on his fingers, "Yeah. Woah. I guess you don't think about it."

"Welcome to the life of a parent, Stilinski." You laugh and he shakes his head.

"Who would've thought that you and I would end up in this situation? When we were sixteen we thought we'd get married, travel the world and here we are very unmarried and I have two kids out of wedlock with two separate women." Stiles runs a hand through his hair.

"Not only that, but all of this has happened before either of us turned 22." You laugh.

"Fighting supernatural creatures in high school and fighting kids as a parent." Stiles laughs.

"Yeah, who took over that anyway? Life is very mundane compared to five years ago."

"Liam and Mason." He shrugs. "They're seniors now, so they'll probably pass it off to someone but they've done a pretty good job."

"It looks like it." You smile, your phone ringing distracting you. "Hello?" You hold it up to your ear.

"There's an emergency." It was Kira. "Lydia's not answering my calls." You and Stiles had stayed quiet about Lydia leaving, Scott only thought she was out of town when he stopped by.

"She's not?"

"No, and she's my maid of honor. We have things that need done but I haven't been able to reach her in weeks."

Stiles hears her voice on the other line, his eyes widening. "We should just explain." He says quietly.

You nod, "Why don't you bring Scott over and the four of us can talk, yeah?"

"Okay. A visit with baby-..the four of us?"

"You, Scott, me, and Stiles."

"Okay...we'll be right there." She hangs up and you look at Stiles.

"Well there's that." He bites his lip.

"Looks like we're going to have to 'fess up." You run your hand through Emma's curls, the ends of her tendrils tangled from the nap she took at daycare.

"You never answered my question, Stiles."

"What question?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"He was telling everyone how great you were in bed. Like details."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No.."

You jump up and make your way around the counter, hugging him tight.

"What's that for?" He chuckles.

"Defending me. I..thought Brady and I could go somewhere, but I was wrong. Thank you."

"Y/N, I..I really do care about you. You could even say I.." He stops himself from going any further. "You could even say that I wish you'd never have left." He changes his sentence.

"I wish I hadn't." You pull back. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry you missed out on Emma's birth...on all of the important things."

"I'm here now. I get why you left. I totally get it."

"If it makes you feel any better, I have a video of my entire labor with her."

"Are you serious?" He grins.

"Yeah. It's in my closet, I think."

"I want to see it."

"Let's wait for Emma to go to bed. I'd rather my kid not see where she came from."

He laughs, "That's very true."

A knock at the door pulls you from your conversation, "I'll get it." You get up and answer the door, waving Scott and Kira inside.

"Em, eat your food so you can play, okay?"

She nods and Stiles watches her as she eats faster, "Don't eat so fast, bug." He chuckles.

"What's going on?" Scott looks at the both of you.

"Let's talk." Stiles nods. You grab Emma and her plate and bring her into the living room so she can eat at the coffee table. You check on Allison in her rocker before sitting down.

Stiles sits beside you, clapping his hands together, "Lydia left." He says bluntly.

"Way to ease them into it." You swat his arm.

"What?" Kira gasps.

"She..left a note and she said she couldn't take it anymore." You nod, "I moved in about a week ago..we're taking care of the girls together."

"So she's just gone?" Scott lets his mouth hang open.

Stiles nods, staring at Allison in her rocker. "It's better for Allison. Y/N will be much better for her."

He glances at you and smiles and you catch Kira and Scott exchange a knowing look.

"So..I lost my maid of honor." Kira sighs and rubs her eyes.

"You've still got your best man..." Stiles sucks air in through his teeth, trying to find the bright side.

"Y/N, will you be my maid of honor?" Kira asks you, hope in her eyes.

"Oh, of course." You smile.

"Great! There's a dress fitting in an hour."

"Wait, how close is the wedding?"

"A week. They can make the final alterations fitted to you. It's okay."

"Wow. Okay. A week." You nod and smile.

"We have a theme. I think it's classy, Scott says it'll draw attention from me, but, everything is white and black. The women wear white, and the left side of the church is white, and the men wear black and the right side is all black."

You nod, picturing everything as she talks, "I'm sure it'll be beautiful." You smile. "I'm so happy you guys are getting married." You pat her hand and grin.

"He proposed at my graduation party." She smiles, "So it's been awhile."

"Well, I'm glad I'm here for it." You nod. Allison begins to cry and you pick her up, rocking with her. "I'm glad some of us can live normally."

"You say that because you dated a human. You had a kid with a human, try having a fiancé that wakes up in the woods every full moon."

You and Stiles laugh, Scott shaking his head. "That's fair. Just wait until you guys have...what will you have? Kitsunes? Werewolves?"

"I'd say a werefox but we really have no idea." Scott shrugs and Stiles laughs.

Allison continues her shrieking, "I think I'm going to drive her around a bit. She's a little restless."

"Okay. Be careful." He hands you the keys to the Jeep. "Do you want me to come?"

"No, you stay and keep an eye on Em."

"I'll be right back, guys. Plenty of time to spare to get to that dress fitting."

You climb into the Jeep, Allison in the backseat in her carseat.

You drive down the street, taking a turn off into the industrial part of town. Allison suddenly quiets as you pass a building, when you pass it up completely she shrieks again. You turn and look at her, putting the Jeep in reverse and going backward. She stops crying again.

You get the car seat out and look at the name of the building. It was a pipe manufacturer, harmless. You walk inside, the man at the front desk slumped over, blood covers the floor. Allison coos and you look down at her, an eyebrow raised. You step back through a door, the entire factory floor was red. The walls had blood spatters and every single person in the building looked dead. You pull your phone out, quickly dialing Stiles.

"Hey, what's up?"

"You might want to get here quickly. Bring Scott and Kira. Make sure you don't get Emma out when you come."

"Y/N..what's-"

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Reader.

Please please please let me know what you guys think! Let me know if you want this extended out as a series!

You dated Stiles all throughout high school. You went to homecoming your freshmen year together and you broke up with him senior year. It wasn’t his fault, he had big plans and you didn’t want to get in his way.

Now, two years later, you’ve returned to Beacon Hills. You decided it had been long enough. You packed all your things and moved back last week.

You strolled through the grocery store, pushing the cart slowly as you gaze down each aisle.

You look down at your daughter who’s strapped into the cart, her hands full of items you’d picked up.

You turn down the cereal aisle when you hear a familiar voice.

“Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?” You turn to see Scott McCall. Of course that was your luck.

“Hey, Scott! It’s been awhile.” You smile, positioning yourself in front of the cart.

“How are you? I haven’t heard from you since before graduation.” He approaches, the groceries in his basket telling you he was no longer single.

“Oh..I’m good. Y'know, just working.” You say uncomfortably.

“Momma!” And that just added on to your good luck. You turn to face your daughter, who is holding her empty bottle up to you.

“Hold on, Em. I’ll get you more at home.” You take the bottle and give her a small bag of snacks.

“Momma?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah…” You laugh awkwardly. You step aside so he can see her.

“Hi, cutie.” He smiles at her and she waves. “What’s her name?”

“Emma.” You reply, running a hand through her curls as she looks up at you.

“She’s gorgeous.” You see his eyes scan your hand for a ring.

“Thanks.” You smile. You turn back to your cart. “I should probably get going, but it was nice to see you.”

“Yeah…you too.” He gives a small wave.

You continue pushing your cart down the aisle. You come to the end and get on your tiptoes to grab something from the top shelf. You’re just about to give up when a hand reaches up and grabs it for you.

“Is this what you wanted?”

You look over to the man beside you, your heart practically stopping.

“Y/N?”

“Stiles…hey.”

You saw Scott coming up behind him.

“How’ve you been?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Same old same old.” He nods.

Scott’s eyes shift from you to Stiles. “I was just about to tell you I saw her.”

You laugh softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. You spot Kira not far behind Scott.

“Y/N! Hi!” She waves.

“Hey, Kira. Nice to see you.”

“You too.” She smiles.

Scott leans over and whispers something to her before they both leave. “Stiles we’re going to go grab milk, we’ll be back.” Scott tells his best friend.

Stiles puts the cereal in the cart for you, his eyes landing on Emma. He looked at you, and back to Emma. He opened his mouth and closed it, looking speechless. He crosses his arms, “Seriously, Y/N?”

“She’s not yours.” You blurt out.

“Like hell she isn’t. Do you think I’m stupid? She looks just like me!”

“Do not yell in front of her.” You immediately step between Stiles and the cart.

“How old is she?”

“Stiles, I-…”

“How old is she, Y/N.”

“Two..” You mumble.

He runs a hand through his hair, “This is why you broke up with me, isn’t it?”

“I mean..no..” You can’t think straight.

“Don’t lie.”

“Stiles, you got into the FBI program. I didn’t want to screw things up for you.”

“So it’s my fault you took my daughter away?”

“Can we please not do this here?”

He sighs and looks at his phone. “I have a meeting in an hour. I’ll text you my address when it’s over and you can come to my house. I assume you still have the same number?”

You nod softly, your body feeling numb. Why’d you even come back?

He sighs and takes off, not another word spoken to you.

You finish up shopping and head back to your apartment. You get Emma set up in front of the TV before putting the groceries away.

You receive the text from Stiles. Deep down you hoped he’d just decide he didn’t want to talk about it. He seemed different now. He was hardened. He was a man.

You took Emma with you, you had no one else to watch her. You balanced her on your hip as you knocked, your stomach in knots.

He answered the door, his eyes locked with Emma’s. She waved at him and you could see his face soften.

“Can I hold her?”

You nod and hand her to him, Emma immediately snuggling into his neck. “She’s supposed to go down for a nap soon, so we can talk then.”

You sit on the couch and watch as Stiles plays with her, pure joy spread across his face.

He helped you put her down for a nap before the two of you sat at the dining room table.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Be honest.” He looks at you, a sad look on his face.

“You know better than anyone I’ve always wanted to be a mom. I thought that it was best for the both of us if we went our separate ways. You could go to school and be happy and I could be a mom and be happy.”

“You still could’ve told me.”

“It’s not that simple, Stiles. I would’ve loved having you to help me raise her, but if we’re both being honest here, if I’d told you…you would have never left Beacon Hills for school.”

He sighs, “You made the decision for me, Y/N.”

“Stiles…I’m sorry. I really am.”

“I guess it’s too late for that.”

“Look, I’m here now. I work nine to five…I’ve put her in daycare for those hours.”

“I work from home most of the time. Unless there’s a really serious investigation.”

“Do you want her from nine to five then? We could ease you and her into it.”

He’s silent for a moment. “I’d really like that.”

“Stiles…I’m really sorry. I just…” You sigh and put your head in your hands. “I thought that it would be better for you, y'know? I loved you so much and I wanted what was best for you. I didn’t think that being a teen parent was in your best interest.”

He stands up and hugs you. “I know. I don’t really think it’s okay, but I understand where you’re coming from…I would’ve done the same for you.”

You look up at him, he wore the same look as when he told you Allison had died. The look he had when he told you that his school was three hours away. It was the same look you wore when you broke up with him.

The memories rush into your head, practically making you dizzy with feelings.

“Stiles..I have no idea how to make this up to you.”