Summary: Stiles’ kid has a tendency to get into fights and possibly has bad taste
in friends. Or enemies. Stiles isn’t sure yet, but he’s pretty sure the
other kid’s dad is too hot to be human.
Info: 10k|Teen | AU, Kid!fic, FLUFF
Notes: Oh. My. Gawd. There are no sweets sweeter than this. And no sweet is as funny as this. –M
“I said your nose doesn’t seem to be broken, I didn’t say you
weren’t going to have some pretty incredible shiners. Anybody with eyes
is going to be able to tell you’ve been in a fight.”
“Awesome,” Stiles says, heaving a put-upon sigh because he is so
put-upon. His fucking kid, seriously. “It’s going to be the great
shunning all over again. You’re staying home until your face looks
normal again; I don’t need anybody judging me like I’m an abusive dad.
Again. If you need to leave the house, you’re going to have to put a bag
over your face.”
“You’re the worst,” Emmy tells him, putting on a sullen face to match the dour little shit sitting next to her. “You never take my side.”
“I always take your side, when your side isn’t stupid,” Stiles points out, reasonably.
nurse smirks, and it looks unfairly good on his face. He’s also
standing there watching like their family drama is entertaining to him