"I can't fucking believe you!" Lydia screams when Stiles gets off the phone with Erica. Stiles crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes. Allison watches the action from the couch, looking over the back of it with her head in her hands like a little kid. Lydia and Stiles stand across from each other in front of the kitchen.
"What's the big deal Martin, it's a casual fuck like usual," Stiles states stupidly. Lydia scoffs, her arms flailing in the air.
"You're fucking with me right? You have a fucking girlfriend!" Lydia screams. Stiles looks at her emotionlessly. "I don't ruin relationships Stiles!" Lydia protests.
"Don't worry Lyds, you won't be ruining my relationship with Erica when she is great in bed and you're shit!" Stiles hisses. Lydia grinds her teeth together before responding.
"That's not what is sounded like last night Mr. I think my dick is long but it's actually average!" Lydia screams back at him. Allison makes a look of disgust. To much information. Stiles smirks and rolls his eyes.
"You should of heard yourself last night," Stiles claims, "that by itself was orgasmic." Lydia rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Don't try and flatter me while you have a girlfriend," Lydia exclaims angrily. Stiles smirks and whips his phone out of his pocket, quickly calling someone.
"Erica hi, sorry to say we're over. It's not you it's me." That's all Stiles says before hanging up and looking at Lydia with a stupid grin. Lydia looks at him with furrowed eyebrows, not quite sure what to do know. "Feeling flattered firecracker?" Stiles asks her knowingly. Lydia lets out a breath of air and then jumps on Stiles, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding her legs around his waist. Their lips connect vigorously, moving with familiarization, but it still feels like the first time. Stiles squeezes her back, pulling her farther into him. Stiles stumbles towards Lydia's bedroom and Allison hears them flop onto the bed. She widens her eyes and stands up as quick as her swollen body can. Heading towards the door tiredly she shouts back to them, "I'm gonna go." The only reply she received is Lydia moaning loudly and Stiles practically screaming, 'good fucking God woman.' Allison gags and quickly retreats from Lydia's apartment.
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Two weeks later.
Stiles snaps the picture of Lydia and Allison proudly showing off the baby bump in front of the window in Lydia's apartment. Lydia's hands rest on the bump gracefully, a smile on her face along with Allison's. Stiles laughs as they change facial expressions, looking completely goofy. Deep down though, he feels utterly guilty that he is spending so much time with Lydia and Allison instead of Scott. Especially when Scott doesn't even know about Allison's pregnancy. Lydia and he have been getting together more often, rebuilding forgotten bonds. The only thing that's missing is Scott. Lydia snatches the camera from Stiles and pushes him next to Allison. He wraps his arms naturally around Allison who giggles. Lydia snaps the picture and smiles to herself. Stiles then sits in front of Allison's bump facing the camera and making a surprised face as he reaches his arms up and touches the sides of Allison's pregnant belly. Allison laughs and places her hands over Stiles'. Lydia laughs and takes the picture. Allison walks to Lydia and takes the camera, telling Lydia to join Stiles. Stiles' first reaction is to grab Lydia's waist with both hands and she holds onto his neck. Stiles dips her down as if they are dancing. Both of them smile at each other happily. When Allison takes that picture, Stiles helps Lydia stand up straight. She tucks her head in his chest and he buries his face in her hair, their bodies squished together. Allison takes that picture as well. It's ridiculous that those two still aren't dating, or married. The three of them end up laughing hysterically at themselves. "C'mon lets see 'em!" Stiles demands, grabbing the camera to go through the photos. They laugh as they go through them, reliving events that only happened moments ago. But, when Stiles starts to go back to far in the photo roll, graduation pictures pop up. The first one is of Lydia, Allison, Malia, and Kira. The next is Lydia and Allison, followed by a picture of Stiles and Lydia each pinching the others cheeks roughly. Stiles giggles like a girl when a picture of he and Allison comes up. He holds her in his arms, kissing her forehead. Then a picture of Scott and Stiles hugging at graduation comes up. Allison holds back tears at the sight of Scott looking so happy and innocent. She holds it in as Stiles laughs at he picture, recalling the fond memory. Stiles goes back one more picture, a picture that happens to be of Scott and Allison kissing on the day of graduation, dressed finely in their graduation caps and gowns. Their lips are pressed tightly together, arms tangled around each other, happiness fully evident in the photograph that Mrs. McCall took. This was about two days before Allison found out she was pregnant and broke things off with Scott for the sake of his own sanity. They were so happy, so innocent, and so full of life. It was like in their minds, nothing could go wrong. Now Allison can't hold back the tears. Stiles realizes what Allison must be feeling and his face falls. Allison covers her mouth to prevent loud sobbing. Lydia wraps her arms around her best friend. Stiles looks at Allison guiltily. "Ali I'm sorry, I didn't know that one was in there." Allison shakes her head.
"It's okay Stiles," she manages to croak. Stiles wraps his arms around the other side of Allison so she is sandwiched between Lydia and himself. She smiles, knowing that she is safe with her best friends.
One week later.
"Allison did you get the invitation?!" Lydia asks completely excited over the phone. Allison smiles and places the card down on her small counter top.
"I did! I can't believe that Kira and Malia are getting married! I knew it would happen!" Allison claims happily. Lydia squeals over the phone then yells at someone. Allison jumps when Lydia screams over the phone.
"Stiles I'm on the phone, put me down you oaf," Lydia screams giddily, giggling as she speaks.
"Stiles is over before nightfall, what a surprise," Allison says as she cooks dinner for herself. Over the phone Lydia whispers something to Stiles who make Lydia put the phone on speaker.
"Ya don't get any ideas Argent, strictly a booty call relationship," Stiles claims. Lydia huffs.
"Speaking of which my ass is kind of in your face please put me down," Lydia says as Stiles walks around with Lydia slung over his shoulder on her stomach. Stiles laughs and lets Lydia down.
"Whatever you say Stilinski," Allison says over the phone, "wanna come over for dinner, I'm making chicken parm?" Allison offers. Lydia looks awkwardly to Stiles.
"Actually we are going out tonight with a friend," Lydia states in a nervous tone. Allison raises her eyebrows.
"Oh? A friend, who?" She asks curiously. Lydia doesn't have just Lydia friends, Allison is friends with Lydia's friends. So it must be one of Stiles' friends.
"Uh someone from high school," Lydia tip toes around the real answer to the question.
"Who?" Allison asks forcefully. Stiles rolls his eyes and snatches the phone from Lydia.
"For gods sake, it's Scott, we are going to have dinner with Scott, is that alright with you?" Stiles asked annoyed. Scott is his best friend who is much to in the dark and it bothers him. Scott doesn't deserve this. Allison's voice gets caught in her throat.
"Oh, as long as you don't tell him we won't have a problem," Allison manages to croak out. Stiles sighs.
"Allison I'm not going to tell him, but I really think you should."
"I know, I know, have fun tonight okay." There's is a short beep and Alison hangs up. She places a hand over her mouth and takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. There is this horrible feeling in her chest, full of brash force. It's tearing her apart. Then of course, because the world works in weird ways the sad feeling is overcome by the small kick of a fetus. Allison gasps and holds her stomach waiting for another kick. When it comes, its soft, nothing like she expected. Tears prickle from her eyes and slide down her face. She can't decide whether she is happy or sad. "Hello my little darling, it's your mommy, I love you."
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I'm The Father?(teen wolf au)
Fanfic(short story) Allison and Scott are always voted in high school that they will be together forever. But when Allison graduates and finds out she is pregnant at 18, she breaks it off with Scott also known as, the father. Lydia stays by Allison's side...
