Stydia One Shots

Cry Baby

The sherif and Melissa had a child a year after they got married. It was a little girl named Hailey. Everything was perfect about her, accept that she wouldn't stop crying. They tried everything. Even Stiles couldn't get Hailey to stop crying. 

They'd tried funny faces, feeding, cleaning, rocking, singing, etc. "Maybe I could take her for a drive? We need diapers." Stiles suggests, tugging at his ears. He couldnt stand the noise. He loved his little sister, but for fucks sake she needed to shut up. 

Melissa nods, handing the baby to Stiles. He sighs, holding her carefully. Stiles gently cradles the child in his arms, one last attempt to quiet the baby. Hailey grows quite, smiling at the boy, right before bursting into tears. "Okay, okay." He murmurs quickly.

The sherif curls up on the couch, telling Stiles he can keep her out as long as he wants. Melissa falls on top on the sherif and Stiles is sure he hears something crack, but they didn't seem to care. Stiles takes his little sister out of the house, offering funny faces and grins on his way out.

He strapped in his little sister in the most protective way, triple checking the car seat. Stiles drove slow, playing Wheels On The Bus. Though Stiles thought it was probably the most annoying song ever - and he would much rather listen to Melanie Martinez, screaming about how he's accepting being crazy in this world of werewolves and chimeras - Hailey seemed to like it. She even stopped crying in the car ride, just some random mumbling.

The first thing he noticed when getting to the store, was how there was barely anyone there. He then realized that this was one of those stores that were built for people like him, that had sisters like his. Stiles also noticed the bags under his eyes, and the fact that it was three in the morning. 

He couldn't even lie, he liked it. Stiles was born and bred a dad and he couldn't be mad at Hailey. 

He handled the baby with care, giving the baby his over-sized Mets beanie. "Your gonna get a boyfriend one day little sis. And Scotty boy and I will threaten him." Stiles murmurs, smiling back at his little sister, remembering that baby boy named Ian smiling at her. 

He takes Hailey out of the car and into the store. Stiles memorized the store like the back of his hand, but never remembered coming here, he was too tired most of the time.  It was easy to navigate diapers and take them towards the cash register.

All of a sudden, those tears came again. Stiles runs a hand over his face as people start to give him the 'shut your baby up' look. He picks her up, smiling and making airplane noises. She didn't quiet though, screaming in a way that resembled a banshee.

Lydia knew a banshee scream when she heard it, and so did Allison. Thats why Allison was glancing around the store for Lydia, but she couldn't leave her post. Until Lydia came to Allison and raised her eyebrows as if to say 'not me'.   

They then spotted the brown haired boy who was going out of his mind, he looked like shit. Stiles hadn't noticed, but his clothes were a mess along with his hair. The bags he had noticed, but he hadn't noticed how his eyes were bloodshot and it looked like he was on drugs.

Another thing he didn't notice was, he didn't have a cry baby at all. He had a little banshee on his hands.

Stiles noticed he was keeping up the line so he moved up, placing down a bunch of diapers. Lydia practically pushed Allison down, more interested in the banshee baby than her best friends job. "That'll be ten dollars." She says. Lydia kept glancing at the baby, wailing out like something was wrong, but of course something was wrong, this was life.

Stiles on the other hand was looking at a different banshee, a strawberry blonde, 5'3, green-eyed banshee that he had definitely not seen before. Then he again realized how much of a stalker he was being. He pulls out ten dollars, handing it to her.

"Cute baby." Lydia says. The baby seems to quiet at her words. "Yeah, she's my little sister. She hasn't stopped screaming since 11." He mumbles back, glancing back at Hailey. She seemed happy while Stiles and Lydia talked.

So they talked some more.

And Stiles came to the store some more.

And Lydia wore his shirts some more.

And after a little while, they didn't want more. They had everything, including their own little cry baby.

A/N

Hailey is a stydia shipper.

Guys, ignore first awkward minute of this video. Or u can stare at it with ur eyebrows raised like a stalker, you know who u are.

I listened to the Cry Baby album and the Badlands album at least 30 times today, name a  song, i know the lyrics.

Im trash and i accept it. IM NUTS, BABY IM MAD, THE CRAZIEST FRIEND THAT YOU'VE EVER HAD, YOU THINK IM BONKERS, YOU THINK IM GONE, TELL THE PSYCHIATRIST SOMETHING IS WRONG!

I probably seem weird now, but i just have to say one more thing. WE ARE THE NEW AMERICANA!

If u understand everything i just did, I fuckin love u.