#stilinski!triplets

[stilinskiimagines]

Three For One Deal//Stilinski Triplets AU

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Stuart Stilinski, Thomas Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Reader.

“Would you just shut up, Stu? You never have anything to say unless it’s something pointless and annoying.” Stiles grunts.

“Me? You never shut up. You’re the annoying one!” Stuart replies, flicking his brother’s forehead.

Thomas watches from afar, both of his brothers annoying him.

“Will you boys stop fighting!” The sheriff shouts, quieting the two boys.

“Thank you.” Thomas rolls his eyes.

“Anyway, can we go to Lydia’s party tonight?” Stiles asks his father.

You and Scott stand behind the three boys, the two of you exchanging a look.

“Yes, fine. If it gets all of you out of the house then I’m fine with it.” The sheriff waves the boys away.

“Thanks, dad.” Stiles gives him a thumbs up before leading all of you outside.

“Y/N..” Stiles says suspiciously.

You raise an eyebrow, “What?”

“Be my date to the party tonight.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“I’ve gotta go.” Thomas glances at the two of you and hops into his truck.

“Bye, T!” You shout, waving as he smiles into his rearview mirror. You fix your gaze back onto Stiles. “Why?”

“I just need a date. You’re dateable, so be my date.” He talks with his hands.

“I wasn’t even planning on going tonight.” You shrug.

“Oh, you’re going. You’re definitely going.”

“Ever get the feeling she might not want to go with you?” Stuart glances up from his phone, Stiles’ face translating his frustration.

“I’ll go, Stiles.” You say before he can retaliate against Stuart.

“Good. Thank you.”

You pat Stuart’s shoulder and tell them both goodbye, getting in your car and heading home.

You had no idea what to wear to the party, Lydia said that she’d dress you. She came over with an armful of dresses and a suitcase full of shoes.

“Good lord, Lydia, it’s not like I’m going to a red carpet event.” You widen your eyes.

She laughs, “To be fair, this is the party of the year.”

You begin to look through the dresses she brought, none of them below mid-thigh. “Lydia!”

“What?” She looks up at you with an eyebrow raised. “Will these even cover everything?”

“Y/N, you’ll look amazing. Trust me.” She reaches up and touches your hair. “We’re going to curl your hair.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

“I figured.” You shrug as you begin to look through the bag of shoes.

“Here, try this on.” Lydia hands you a turquoise dress.

“Turquoise is not my color.” You hold the dress up to your body.

“Fine. Here.” She takes the dress back and hands you a red one instead. You examine it closely, deciding not to argue.

You come out of the bathroom, the dress making you feel majorly exposed.

“You look hot! Y/N, you have to wear that.” Lydia claps.

You look at the cleavage in the dress, a slit from the top, running just a little too low. “You can see my side boob.”

“So? Side boob is in. It’s the new under boob.”

You give Lydia a look, “Fine. What shoes did you bring?”

She holds up a pair of black stilettos, “Simple. It ties the whole outfit together.”

You take the shoes from her, sliding them onto your feet. You begin to buckle the straps in place as she stands, “Let’s do your hair!” She was enjoying this way too much.

You walk into Lydia’s house, the quiet house wouldn’t remain that way for long. “What can I do?” You smile at her.

“Drinks. Can you tap a keg?”

“I grew up with the Stilinski boys. Yes, I can tap a keg.” You grin and she laughs.

“There’s one in the backyard and one in the living room.” She walks into the kitchen and you go to do your task.

When you return the house is packed full of people. You push your way through the crowd when you spot the three dark-haired boys in the dining room.

“Y/N!” Stuart shouts when he sees you.

You smile and wave, the looks on the boys’ faces making you blush.

“You look amazing.” Stiles smiles as you move to stand beside him.

“Thanks.” You look up at him, the blush on your face somehow getting redder.

Thomas stares at you, his lip between his teeth. “Do you want a drink?” He places a hand on your shoulder and whispers in your ear.

You nod, “Yeah. Thank you.”

He winks in response, holding his red cup between his teeth as he navigated the crowd.

“I’m going to go find Isaac.” Stuart nods before taking off.

Stiles wraps an arm around your shoulder, “So, miss Y/L/N, who’d you get so dressed up for tonight?”

“You, partly. Mainly because I like to look good.” You tease.

“Well you definitely look good.” He smirks.

Thomas returns with a cup for you, you smile when you take it. “You two want to go out back?” He looks at you and Stiles.

You and Stiles share a look before nodding. “Why not?” You shrug.

You follow Thomas out back, the three of you sitting in the hammock. You sit in between Thomas and Stiles, rocking back and forth. You sit and talk for hours, the three of you drunk off your asses.

Stiles went off to find Scott and never returned so you and Thomas were left alone.

“Let’s get you home!” Thomas screams, it wasn’t even loud he was just too drunk to care.

“You can’t drive.” You giggle, standing up and trying to maintain balance.

“Let’s go find Stu!” He laughs and stands with you, the two of you holding hands so you don’t fall.

You find Stuart with Isaac and Malia, he was 100% sober, as you expected.

“God, you two reek of alcohol. You should go home.” Stuart crinkles his nose.

Isaac smirks at you, “You look hot.”

Thomas gives him a filthy look, “Shut it, Lahey.”

Isaac shrugs and continues his conversation with Malia as Stuart stands.

He turns to look at Malia and Isaac, “I’m going to run them home. I’ll be back.” He puts his hands on yours’ and Thomas’ backs, leading you out the door. “Where’s Stiles?” He raises an eyebrow.

Thomas stumbles making you and him laugh, “He’s with Scott.” You slur, Stuart shaking his head.

“You’re going home with Thomas, Y/N. I don’t trust you at home by yourself.” Stuart helps the two of you up into Thomas’ truck.

He leaves you both in Thomas’ room, bolting out the door as fast as he could.

“I’m going to shower.” You start taking your shoes off.

“Okay.” Thomas snorts as you lose your balance.

You run off to the bathroom, the hot water sobering you up some. You return to his room with a towel wrapped around you.

“Here.” Thomas hands you a shirt and a pair of his sweatpants, both of them too big.

“Turn around.” You raise an eyebrow.

He spins on his heel, covering his eyes with his hands. You quickly change and jump onto his bed.

“My turn.” Thomas leaves the room.

You send Stiles a couple of texts, none of them readable. Just as you’re about to pass out Thomas comes back in. His hair’s wet, water droplets falling down his shoulders. He’d already changed, the basketball shorts on his hips hung low. Too low.

You sit up and raise an eyebrow and he smiles. “All done.”

“I can see that.” You pat the bed and scoot over.

He lies down beside you and the two of you talk for a couple hours before you fall asleep.

You wake the next morning with no recollection of the night before. You yawn and sit up, almost jumping out of your skin when you saw Thomas beside you. You look down, a panicked feeling washing over you as you see his shirt on you.

What did you and Thomas do last night?

[stilinskiimagines]

Three For One Deal//Stilinski Triplets - Part 4

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Jimmy Stilinski, Thomas Stilinski, Stuart Stilinski, Malia Tate, Reader.

You spent the day with Thomas, spending the night in his room. When you wake in the morning you heard him outside arguing.

“We had a deal!” You couldn’t tell which of the boys it was, they all sounded alike.

“Yeah, and you broke our deal! It’s not like I sent Lydia over here, or made you make out with her!”

“I’m not going to keep arguing! This is your fault. This just proves I can’t trust you.”

You walk outside, raising an eyebrow at Thomas and Stiles outside the door. Both of their faces soften. “Hey, did we wake you?” Thomas smiles.

You shake your head, the shirt of Thomas’ you wore landed mid-thigh, you remembered that when you caught both boys’ eyes on your legs.

“I’m going to get dressed, I’m supposed to run by Malia’s. She wants help with finding a homecoming dress.”

“I’m coming!” Stuart pokes his head out of his room.

“No, you aren’t. The dress is going to be a surprise.” You slip back into Thomas’ room.

“She told you.” Jimmy smirks at Stuart as he passes the three boys in the hallway.

“Shut up.” His brothers say in unison.

You chuckle as you change your clothes, Malia calling you as you button your jeans.

“What does a sweetheart neckline mean?”

You cradle the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pull your hair up. “You don’t want a sweetheart neckline.”

“Why not?”

You open the door and head to the kitchen. “Malia, a sweetheart neckline hints at cleavage. Either go all the way or don’t go at all.” Stuart’s ears perk up at her name, Jimmy snickering as Thomas an Stiles look confused.

“Well, I want cleavage.” Malia states.

You laugh as you pour yourself cereal and sit with the boys, “You do want cleavage?” Stuart’s cheeks burn red. “Go wth a décolletage neckline, or plunging.”

“What?” She sounds super confused. You hear her typing on a keyboard. “I’m trying to look online.”

“Décolletage is a little bit lower cut than a sweetheart neckline. Plunging would stop right before your belly button…or right below your boobs. Somewhere in that region.”

Stuart chokes on his coffee and Thomas laughs.

“Yeah. I want plunging.”

“A plunging neckline is like what I wore to Lydia’s party.” You explain. You set the phone on speaker and lay it on the table beside you.

“Oh, yeah. You had great side boob in that dress.”

Now came time for Thomas and Stiles to choke on their breakfast.

“Thanks, Lydia said the same thing.”

“Hey, listen, what color should I get?”

You give Stuart a once over. “You and Stuart would both look good in red. I can only assume he’s your date.”

“Yep. Okay, red dress, plunging neckline.”

“Don’t buy anything without me there. I’m going to eat breakfast and I’ll be right there.” You hang up the phone.

“So exactly how good was the side boob?” Jimmy raises an eyebrow. “Should I be disappointed that I missed out?”

Stiles smacks his brother upside the head. “What the hell? You can’t just ask her that.”

You laugh, “You should be disappointed.”

“Thomas told me you two are going to homecoming together.” Stiles states, Thomas giving him a look.

“Yeah, he asked last night. What about…are you and Lydia going together?”

He looks like he’s thinking about his answer, “Yeah, I asked her last night too.”

“All of the girls in your school are so hot. Dad needs to enroll me immediately.” Jimmy sighs. “Y/N, do you have any hot single friends?”

“I have two female friends. One’s with Stu, the other with Stiles.” You shrug as Thomas playfully kicks your leg.

“Great. I missed out on the hot ones.”

You kick Thomas back and he laughs, caught off guard. “Shouldn’t have smoked so much.” You raise an eyebrow.

He laughs, “Yeah, okay.”

“Thomas!” You laugh loudly when he kicks back, making you almost fall out of your chair.

“God, are you two playing footsie?” Stuart looks under the table, you and Thomas laughing uncontrollably at your clumsiness.

Stiles glances at the two of you and gets up, leaving his plate at the table. He storms up the stairs and closes his door behind him.

Sheriff Stilinski takes his place, smiling when he sees you. “Hey, Y/N. How are you?” He asks as he pours coffee into a travel mug.

“I’m good. You?” You look at him over your shoulder.

“Could be better.” He puts the lid on his coffee. “I’m beginning to think I should get you your own room here.” He jokes.

You laugh, “At least I won’t have to sleep in Thomas’ bed anymore.”

“I’m okay with you being here, you keep the boys in check. Even Jimmy.” He smiles at Jimmy and you laugh.

“I’m a Stilinski charmer.” You smile at Thomas.

Noah grabs his keys off of the hook, “Whatever you do to keep them calm, keep doing it.” He starts out the door. “Bye boys, bye Y/N.” He waves and you all say goodbye.

“I better head out too.” You stand up and take both your and Stiles’ plates to the sink, washing them before picking your phone up. “I’m going to call Malia to come get me, I came with Stiles.”

Thomas shakes his head and stands up, “I’ll take you. Let me shower really fast and we’ll go.”

“Okay, thank you.” You smile. You take his plate and wash it, Stuart and Jimmy’s eyes following you. “What?” You sit back down with them.

“You know you basically run this house, right?” Jimmy raises an eyebrow.

“I do not.” You chuckle.

“How many times a week do you clean our house?” Stuart asks.

“I don’t know…like three?” You shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”

“How often do you break up fights, or stay with us when dad’s not here?”

“Guys, I do not run this house. I simply spend most of my time here.” You shrug. “Would you clean your own house?”

“No, because you do it.” Stuart deadpans.

“He’s not wrong.” Stiles returns from his room.

“Whatever.” You laugh.

“Is Lydia going with you and Malia?” Stiles asks.

“Not that I know of. I figured she had her dress picked out freshman year.” You laugh.

“Most likely.” Stiles shrugs.

Thomas comes back downstairs, rubbing his hair with a towel. “Ready?” He grabs his keys and you nod.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

He tosses the towel on the couch and you make a mental note to do laundry next time you’re over. You follow him out to his truck. He opens your door and helps you in.

“Hey, is everything okay with you and Stiles?” You ask as he gets in the truck.

He starts the truck, not quite sure how to answer. “Yeah..I mean…we’re just having a disagreement. We had a deal to share…the new console dad got us. We’d been doing pretty well with it but he just bought one for himself. Therefore, I took our shared console to my room for the night and now he’s mad.”

You nod, the analogy going completely over your head. “That’s not very fair.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Thomas shrugs.

He leaves you at Malia’s and you drive the both of you to the dress shop.

“I want something long. Is that weird for homecoming?” Malia asks as you flip through the racks.

“Not necessarily, no. A plunging neckline on a long dress for homecoming might be a bit too much though.” You shrug.

You both pick out a couple dresses and go to try them on. You decide on a green dress, the top sequined and the bottom an emerald silk. You meet Malia outside of the dressing rooms, her dress the exact thing she wanted. It was red with a plunging neckline, it had a flowing skirt and was narrow on the top. “Oh my God, you look gorgeous.” You smile.

She looks at herself in the mirror, “I do, don’t I?”

You both change and pay, driving you both back to the Stilinski’s.

You walk inside, Thomas lying on the couch shirtless.

“I’m only here to drop Malia off, I’m going to head back home before my family files a missing persons report.”

Thomas sits up at the sound of your voice, a smile on his face.

“Hey Lydia.” Malia makes her way to the kitchen with Lydia and Stiles.

“Did you get a dress?” Thomas asks as you join him on the couch.

“Yes. Green.” You smile.

“I will dress accordingly.” He lays back on the couch.

“Hey.” You nudge him.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know what’s going on with this console situation…but tell Stiles it’s only fair that you get it. Tell him I said it too.”

“See, it’s like this super rare thing. I don’t know, it just really means a lot to both of us. We went in on it together but I just wish I’d gotten it myself.”

“Well, let me see it.” You raise an eyebrow.

“No!” He says quickly. “Stiles…has it..if I even look at it he’ll lose his mind.”

“Okay…” You stand up. “I’m going to head home. Call me later.”

“Will do. Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah, T?”

“Thanks for hanging out last night.”

You smile, “I’d hang out with you every night.”

He giggles, “That’s what I like to hear.”

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Three For One Deal//Stilinski Triplets - Part 8

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Reader.

Thomas ignored you the rest of the night, clinging to his father’s side. You stuck with Stiles, comforting him.

You sat on the big loveseat in the waiting room, Stiles’ head in your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as he cried quietly. The waiting room was empty aside from you, Malia, and the Stilinski’s. No one wanted to go home, where Jimmy’s empty room sat, and Noah was waiting on paperwork.

“Stiles..” You whisper. ​You feel him shift around, he must’ve fallen asleep. “Stiles..” You say again, Stiles rolling over to look at you.

“What? What’s wrong?” He yawns.

“Let me take you home. You can come to my house. You need some sleep.” You continue playing in his hair.

“No no, I have to stay here.”

“I’m just waiting in paperwork, Stiles. You should go.” Noah nods.

“Come on, Stiles…it’s okay. You’ve got clothes at my house.” He sits up and you scoot forward, your legs are wet with Stiles’ tears.

You take the keys to the Jeep and Stiles’ hand. You interlace your fingers, Thomas jumping up and leaving the room at the sight of the two of you. You smile at Stiles, his sleepy eyes making you feel a little better. You were the only one he’s willingly given the keys to Roscoe to, he made sure you knew that the first time he gave you the keys.

You walk over to Stuart and Malia, hugging them both before walk over to Noah. “I’m so sorry. I loved having Jimmy back, I can’t believe he’s gone.”

He reaches out and pats your arm, “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot.”

You bend over and whisper, “I may steal Stiles for a few days. Make him feel a bit better.” You nod.

“He needs that. Please do.”

You smile and squeeze Stiles’ hand. “Bye guys.” You wave before leading him out to the Jeep.

You hop up into the drivers side, remembering the lessons Thomas gave you on driving stick. You start the Jeep and Stiles curls up in the passenger side, pulling his leg to his chest.

You head towards your house, turning down a different street. “I thought we were going to your house.” Stiles looks over at you.

“We are. We’re just taking a short detour.”

He raises an eyebrow but says nothing, looking back out the window. You pull up to a McDonald’s, Stiles smiling over at you. You order and hand him his drink, paying before going to your house. You lead him up to your room and you both sit on your bed.

“What’d you order me?” Stiles looks over at you.

“Chicken nuggets.” You hand him the box and he places his hand over his heart.

“Bless you.”

“Eat and you can shower. Your clothes are in my top drawer.” You point at your dresser and he nods.

“Thank you. I hate being in the hospital. I honestly wanted to go before Melissa found out, so I’m glad you got me out.”

“Why didn’t you want to be there when Melissa found out?” You lay back on your bed, eating fries.

“Melissa knowing means that Scott knows, which means everyone knows. If I’m not at the hospital I can just turn my phone off and ignore it.”

“I get it. It’ll just be you and I, okay? If you get sick of me just tell me.” You nod.

“I could never get sick of you. You’re the only person I want to be with right now.” He smiles.

“Hey, that reminds me..do you want to tell Lydia?”

He shakes his head quickly, “No. I just want the ones who know now to know. You and Malia are the only extra ones who need to know.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.” You reach out and pat his hand. “Do you want to watch something?”

He nods, “Friends?”

“Of course.” You reach your hand over and grab the remote.

You eat and he showers, returning with his hair flat against his head. He looks a lot like Thomas like that.

“You look like Tommy.” You chuckle.

“Don’t say that to me.” Stiles laughs.

“You’re identical, Stiles.”

“I like to think I’m a little more attractive.”

You laugh and shake your head, pulling the covers back. “Get in bed.” You slide out as he gets in. “I have to change too.” He nods and grabs his phone.

“Don’t look, Stilinski. I mean it.”

“Okay, I’m not looking.”

You peel your jeans off and slip some shorts on. You flip through your closet before deciding on your sophomore homecoming shirt. You didn’t actually go, but Stiles did and you stole the shirt. You pull your shirt over your head, catching a glimpse of Stiles.

“Stiles!”

“What? I can’t help it! You’re right there!” He sits up.

“A simple sorry and an eye cover would’ve sufficed! Now you’re sitting up and you’re eye-level with my tits!”

“I mean…they’re nice tits..”

“Stiles!”

“Right. Yep. Got it.” He lays back down and covers his eyes.

“Jesus, you’re crazy.” You pull the shirt on and jump in the beside him.

“I didn’t mean to.” He glances over at you, his cheeks bright red.

“It’s fine.” You chuckle. “Come here.” You hold your arms out and he lays his head on your chest.

You slide your hand under his shirt, running it up and down his back. “You doing okay?”

“Yes and no. Being with you makes it a little less hard, but I can’t believe he’s gone…forever.”

“I know. I know, Stiles. I’m holding you here until you feel better too.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” He chuckles.

“I have my ways. You just saw me shirtless, everything is fair game.” You tease.

“I didn’t mean to see you shirtless!” He groans.

“You were staring, Stiles. I’m not stupid.”

“It was innocent staring.” He glances up at you and smiles devilishly.

You continue running your hand up and down his back, your fingertips grazing his skin. “I believe you.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“We haven’t hung out like this, me and you, in awhile.”

“I know.” You nod, “Let’s make it a habit.”

“Let’s.” He nods.

“For now, you’re my hostage until you’re feeling better. So you better get to writing a list of things that’ll make you feel better.”

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Three For One Deal//Stilinski Triplets - Part 2

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Thomas Stilinski, Stuart Stilinski, Reader.

You try to quietly slide out of Thomas’ bed, but he grabs your wrist. “Where are you going?” His voice is raspy, tired.

“I’m just going to the bathroom.” You smile. He can’t know how freaked out you are.

He rolls over, pulling a pillow over his head, “Okay.”

You slip out the door, bumping into Stuart in the hallway.

He looks at you, looks at your clothes and flicks his eyes into Thomas’ room. He raises an eyebrow and passes you, “I didn’t know you stayed the night.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t remember staying the night.” You say as you open the bathroom door.

You try to pull yourself together, trying with all your might to remember last night’s events. You find your dress on the floor and you change into it. You leave Thomas’ clothes in the hamper and go back to his room. You put your heels on as he sits up.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” You smile, “Don’t worry. You can go back to sleep.”

“No no no, stay. Let me make you breakfast.”

“You don’t have to. I’m really okay.”

“You have to stay.” He places his hand on your arm. “Please?”

“Okay.” You nod and stand, you follow him down to the kitchen and sit at the table.

Stiles is sitting at the table. He starts to greet Thomas until he sees you behind him. “Y/N…you..stayed the night.” His eyes shift from you to Thomas.

“Yeah. I was too drunk to be alone…where’d you go last night?” You try to change the subject.

“Oh, I uh…” His eyes followed Thomas, the daggers shot from them could kill. “I got into a mean game of beer pong with Scott.”

“Well, Tommy and I didn’t mean to ditch you. I’m sorry.” You sit at the table and give him an apologetic smile.

“No worries.” He nods at you.

“You want pancakes?” Thomas turns to look at you and you nod.

“Thank you.” You turn your attention back to Stiles. “Where’s Stu?”

“Oh, he’s at Scott’s with Isaac. I’m heading over there soon.”

Isaac and Stuart were just as close as Scott and Stiles. The two didn’t know each other as long as Scott knew Stiles, but you’d never be able to tell. Thomas was more of a loner. He never had a person like Stiles and Stuart did. You were always closest with him growing up, the two of you had a lot in common.

“I’m supposed to go to Malia’s tonight, but this hangover is killing me.” You sigh, “I can’t even remember last night.”

“I don’t even know how I got home.“ Stiles chuckles, making you laugh.

Thomas sits a plate in front of you.

“Thanks, T.” You smile and he nods.

You eat quickly so you can go, the tension between Thomas and Stiles was so thick you could barely breathe.

“Thank you for the breakfast, Thomas. Maybe I’ll come over later when Stu is home and all four of us can watch a movie?” You smile at Stiles.

“Yeah. I’ll text you when everyone’s home.” He smiles.

You kiss the top of Stiles’ and Thomas’ heads before walking out the door.

You return later to a bruised Thomas. His eye is completely black.

“Oh God, Tommy what happened?” You press a finger to his purple cheek bone.

He winces, “Stiles and I were practicing lacrosse. He got a bit too excited with the ball. Stiles walks through the room, you notice his bandaged hand and say nothing.

“Have you cleaned it up yet?”

He shakes his head.

“Grab some bandages and alcohol and meet me in the living room.” You nod and follow Stiles to the other room. “Why’d you hit him?”

“I didn’t.”

“I may not be the sheriff’s kid but I can pick up on clues. Why, Stiles?” You pick up his arm.

“You two..” He sighs. “Never mind.”

“Stiles, I..”

“Here’s what you asked for.” Thomas hands you the alcohol and sits down.

You patch him up, Stiles watching you the whole time. He eventually excuses himself to his room.

“Thomas?”

“Yeah?” He’s got his arm snaked around the back of the couch where you’re sitting.

“Did we…?”

He furrows his brow, “Last night? No. You showered and I gave you clothes…I’d never take advantage of you like that.” He smiles.

“I know. We were both drunk and I was in your bed so I thought…” You sigh.

“No worries.” He pats your arm and continues to watch TV.

You sneak up the stairs to Stiles’ room. “Talk. Now.”

He groans, turning away from his crime board. He sits a piece of red yarn down. “What?”

“Why did you hit your brother?”

“He’s my brother. It’s what we do.” He shrugs.

“Stiles.” You cross your arms.

“I thought you two slept together.” He doesn’t look at you.

“What? Stiles…”

“You come downstairs with him and expect me not to jump to conclusions?”

“We didn’t sleep together…well we did. But we didn’t have sex.”

“You didn’t?”

“No.” You shake your head. “You should probably go apologize.”

“I’m already on it.” He sighs.

You wait a little bit before going down, deciding to pop into Stuart’s room. “Hey, Y/N.” He glances up from his computer and smiles.

You sit on his bed, the light coming from the neon sign in the corner of the room somewhat calming. “Hey.” You grab a stress ball from beside his bed, throwing it against the wall absentmindedly

He spins in his chair to face you, “Can I talk to you?” He slides the beanie off of his head and runs a hand through his hair.

You hang off of his bed upside down, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I think…I think I’m in love.” He sighs. He was never one who shared his feelings. Whatever he didn’t keep bottled up he told Isaac, but never you.

“What?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him. “With who?”

He sighs, “With Malia.”

You almost fall off the bed. “What?” You sit up quickly.

He shrugs, “She just…means a lot to me. I don’t know how to go about this. She’s so…” He trails off.

“Distant? Quiet? Self-Protective?” You suggest.

“All of the above.” He nods.

“You are too.”

Stuart always struggled the most when his mother died. He was the closest with her. Thomas and Stiles loved their mom, but they never had the bond with her that Stu had. When she died he buried himself in schoolwork, quickly working his way up to the top of his class. When you guys entered high school he took all of the computer programming classes and became a super genius. You knew he still had problems with losing Claudia, which was why he was so guarded.

“Stu, how would you want someone to approach you in this situation?” You smile at him, his hair was much shorter than both of his brothers.

“I don’t know…casually? I wouldn’t want anything extravagant..or tacky.”

“Neither would Malia.” You nod. “Honestly, I’d just tell her straightforward. Go tell her now….just make sure her dad isn’t there.” You nod.

“Now?” He stands up and slips his phone in his back pocket.

“Yes now. Go!” You smile as he runs out of the room.

You follow him down, Thomas and Stiles laughing. They made up.

“Where’d Stuart run off to?” Thomas looks up at you.

“To confess his love to Malia.” You sit in between the boys.

“Malia?” Stiles raises an eyebrow. “Never would’ve guessed.”

“Stuart’s straight?” Thomas sits up. “I thought he was dating Isaac.”

You and Stiles both laugh, shaking your heads. “They’re just friends, T. To be fair, I thought they were dating for a little bit too.” You nudge his shoulder. “Is everything good in Stilinski world?” You look at both of them.

“Yeah. We’re back to normal now.” Thomas chuckles.

“What movie are we going to watch then?” You grab the blanket off of the back of the couch and cover the three of you with it.

“Star Wars?” Stiles suggests and you and Thomas groan.

“We always watch Star Wars. Let’s watch something we all like…let’s watch Kill Bill.” Thomas looks at you and Stiles.

You throw your fist up in the air. “I’ll put it in.”

You stayed late that night, promising to return when you woke in the morning. When you came back you heard shouting all the way from the driveway.

You open the door, your jaw practically on the floor from the sight before you.

“Well, hello Y/N. It’s been awhile.”

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Three For One Deal// Stilinski Triplets - Part 3

WARNINGS: Drug use???

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Stuart Stilinski, Thomas Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Reader.

“No way!” You grin. “Jimmy?”

He gives you a lopsided smile and opens his arms.

You hug him and he picks you up off of your feet, Thomas, Stiles, and Stuart all rolling their eyes.

“Where have you been?” You smack his arm as he puts you down.

“You really wanna know?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, I wanna know.”

“Ahhh…let’s see…” He looks up, counting on his fingers. “Dad sent me away and then I snuck out. I got arrested, went back to the school where dad sent me and then I got arrested about a year or two later. Here I am, freshly out of Juvie.” He shrugs.

Jimmy was the fourth of the boys. Everyone just called them the triplets because no one ever saw Jimmy. He was never home growing up, always getting into trouble. He lashed out after his mom died, partly because of losing her, and partly to get on Noah’s nerves. He did everything in his power to be above the law. He knew his dad hated it. When you were growing up Jimmy always had a bit of a crush on you, he told you when you were seven he was going to marry you. Noah sent him away when he was twelve. He was selling weed, he was out partying with God knows who. It was all too much for him, he already had four boys to take care of on his own, Jimmy was just too much. He sent him to a reform school, hoping to get a boy back much more like Thomas. He got arrested on possession not long after he’d snuck out. He calmed down for a couple of years, only to be thrown into Juvie for possession, intention to sell, and vandalization.

“Yeah. And he’s back with no warning.” Stiles crosses his arms.

“Dad’s going to be so pissed.” Thomas shakes his head.

“Well, I’m glad you’re back.” You whisper and he smiles.

“Stu, how’d things go last night?” You smile at the boy with glasses. He waves you to the other room, the three boys continuing to fight.

“I told her.”

“And…?” You raise an eyebrow.

“She said she feels the same way.” He smiles, his vulnerability is refreshing.

“Aww, I’m so happy for you.” You smile.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone…I just..she means so much to me.” He gushes.

You smile and pat his arm, “Good for you guys.”

“Hey, are you going to come see me? It’s been almost four years.” Jimmy pokes his head in.

“I’m coming.” You smile and follow him out.

You examine his arms, small tattoos covering them. They look like stick and poke tattoos, most likely ones he received in Juvie. “What?” He catches your eyes on his arms.

“Nothing.“” You smile and sit on the couch.

He sits down beside you, “So, what’s Miss Y/L/N been up to since I left?”

“Same as always.” You shrug.

“No boyfriend?” He raises an eyebrow.

“As of now, I’m single.”

“As of now? So that could change?” He smirks.

“It could.” You wiggle your eyebrows playfully and grab the remote.

“Are we going to finish our movie?” You look at Thomas and Stiles and the jump onto the couch with you and Jimmy.

Just at that time Noah stormed through the door, glaring at Jimmy. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?”

Jimmy glances up at his angry father, “You knew when my sentence was up.”

“How’d you even get here?” Noah presses. You exchange looks with Thomas and Stiles.

“I hitchhiked.” Jimmy doesn’t look at him.

“James…” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

You lean over to Stiles, “I’m going to head home. Call me later.” You jump up and head out the door. You didn’t hear a word from any of the Stilinski’s until you hear a light tapping on your window. You slid it open, Stiles standing outside.

“What are you doing?” You laugh.

“Dad is pissed. He kicked us all out of the house on account of Jimmy, so here I am.”

“Where’s Stu and Tommy?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Stu and Thomas are both with Isaac and Scott.” He shrugs.

“Well, why didn’t you go with them?”

“I wanted to see you.” He smiles.

You open the window wider, “Get in here then.”

He climbs inside, landing on your bed. He kicks his shoes off and unzips his jacket.

“Where’d Jimmy go?” You sit down beside him.

“God only knows.” He sighs. “I thought he was supposed to be transferred to an adult prison when he turned eighteen. Dad didn’t tell us he was getting out already.”

“Aren’t you glad he’s back, though?” You hand Stiles a blanket so he doesn’t mess up your covers.

“Yeah, it’s always nice to see him, he just makes dad so tense. Everyone always fights when he’s around.” Stiles covers his lower half.

“Well, he seems different. A little rougher, but he seems tame.” You shrug.

“Yeah, I hope he stays that way.” He purses his lips.

“So, how are things with you? We haven’t talked just me and you in awhile.” You turn on your side and face him.

“Good. I finally got my B up to an A in Econ.”

“I was worried coach would leave you at a B for the rest of the year.” You shake your head and he chuckles.

“It helps that I may or may not have saved his ass a couple of times.”

You laugh, “Are you staying the night?”

“If it’s possible?” He gives you an innocent look.

“It’s very possible. I think you have clothes in the guest room.” You smile.

He showers and changes and gets back into your bed. “Can I sleep with you tonight? Will we get in trouble?”

You shake your head, “We’ll be fine.”

You spend all night talking, both of you getting out of bed around noon. “Jesus, how late were we up?” Stiles sits up.

“The sun came up. I don’t know what time it was.” You laugh as you stretch.

“It’s probably safe to go back home…do you wanna come?” Stiles stands up and checks his phone.

“Yeah, just let me get changed. Let’s grab pancakes on the way.”

“You read my mind.” He grins.

The two of you head out, riding in Stiles’ Jeep. When you get to his house no one’s in the driveway. You walk inside, the air filled with smoke.

“Jesus Christ…” Stiles sighs, locking the door behind him. “Jimmy, you can’t smoke pot in the house!” Stiles storms up to his brother’s room. The door’s wide open.

“Hey!” Jimmy coughs, waving the smoky air away from his face.

“Come on, man…seriously?” Stiles sighs.

“It’ll all be cleared out before dad gets home.” Jimmy ashes his blunt on the plate full of leftover pizza crust.

“Want one?” He holds up a joint, raising an eyebrow at you and Stiles.

“No I don’t want your God forsaken joint. James, don’t you get it? You’re back home, you’re supposed to be better!” Stiles sounds extremely frustrated.

“You sound like dad.” He flicks his eyes up to Stiles.

“Jimmy.” You step forward, his eyes catching yours. There’s a deep understanding, the two of you having a silent conversation.

“Fine. I’m sorry.” He puts the blunt out and sits in on his plate. “I’ll smoke outside.”

“I’m not trying to discipline you, J..I just don’t want dad to send you away again.” Stiles explains.

Jimmy stands up, rolling up his sleeves. “No, I get it.” He walks past the two of you.

“Jimmy, don’t be mad.” Stiles shouts.

“I’m not mad.” He says calmly before walking down the stairs.

You look at Stiles and say nothing, his face a collage of emotions.

“What’s wrong with Jimmy?” Thomas pops his head in. “Were you two smoking?” He motions to the clouded room.

“No, Jimmy was.” You respond, Stiles looking like he’s thinking. “Stiles? You okay?” You wave your hand in front of his face.

“Yeah. Fine.” He walks out of the room.

“I heard your dad kicked you out?” You tease.

“Yeah. Jimmy really just…pushes his buttons, y'know? I get it, raising four boys on your own is hard…but every time Jimmy is home we all get the worst of it.”

“Well, my place is always welcome to be a sanctuary for you four.” You smile.

“I know. I really appreciate that.” He nods.

Thomas was the quietest out of the four. He never was one to smart off like Stiles and Stuart were. He never strayed like Jimmy did. He was his own person. He was never exceptional in school, but he didn’t fail. He was very level-headed. He was the one all of the girls fell for, though he’s never had a girlfriend. After Claudia died he spent a lot of time with you. He really took comfort in the fact that he had a second family. He always would come and sleep on your floor, the two of you setting up a fort for him to sleep in. He slept over 4 out 7 days of the week all the way up until you started high school.

“I’m going to go find Stiles.” You smile before skipping down the stairs.

“Hey, Sti-” You start, stopping dead in your tracks when you spot his lips attached to Lydia. You say nothing, you just turn on your heel and return to Thomas.

“You look weird, what happened?” He turns and looks at you.

“Stiles is making out with Lydia downstairs.”

“What?” He looks shocked. He smiles softly, coming to a realization. “Good for him.” He says simply. Something seems off.

You sit on his bed, “I thought he was over her.”

“Me too.” He shrugs, the way his hair hung in his face made him look different from the others. It was easier to tell which one he was. He never styled it, he just let his hair do its own thing.

“Hey.” He sits in the gaming chair in the corner of his room.

“Yeah?” You look at the posters hanging from the wall.

“Go to homecoming with me.”

“What?” You turn your attention to him.

“Yeah..as friends of course.” He says quickly.

“Okay.” You smile. “As friends.” You repeat. “Can I ask you something?”

“What’s that?” He rocks back and forth in the chair.

“Why choose me to go as friends when you could have any girl as an actual date?”

“You’re the only one I care about…” He says without thinking. “I mean, I really only know you. I’m not interested in any of the girls I know. You’re just…you’re my best friend.” He clarifies.

“I’m your best friend?” You grin, the boy expressing his feelings was something new to you.

“Yeah, of course. We’ve been through everything together.”

“Well, Thomas Stilinski, you’re my best friend too.”

He smiles, the look was as if he wanted to squeal. He looked overjoyed. But you didn’t see that, you just saw Thomas smiling.

“Uh, why are Stiles and Lydia making out on the couch?” Stuart looks disgusted.

“Gross.” Thomas gets up and pushes Stuart out of his room, pulling the door closed.

“So, homecoming date, I bet you can’t beat me.” He holds up your favorite video game.

“Oh, you’re on!” You laugh, grabbing a controller.

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Three For One Deal//Stilinski Triplets - Part 5

Should I change this to quadruplets???

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Thomas Stilinski, Stuart Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Reader.

Homecoming night was finally here. You, Thomas, Malia, Stiles, Stuart, and Lydia all decided to go together. Lydia and Malia both came to your house to get ready.

“Okay, so should I do my hair up?” Malia pulls her hair up to her hairline, looking at her reflection.

Lydia shakes her head. “Wear it down.” She pulls Malia’s hair down, pushing it up to give it volume.

You stand in your bathroom, curling your hair.

“I really love this jewel thing we have going on.” Lydia pokes her head into the bathroom.

“What do you mean?” You look over at her as you release a curl from the iron.

“Y'know, you’re emerald, Mal is ruby, and I’m sapphire.” She smiles.

“I never thought about that.” You laugh. “That’s cute.”

You all take turns doing hair and makeup. You slip your dress on and Lydia pulls the zipper up, smiling at you as you step back. “Thomas is one lucky guy.”

“Lyd, we’re just going as friends.”

She makes a face, “Okay then.”

You slide your heels on, the tall silver pumps making you a couple inches taller. You stand up and look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at the work you’ve done.

The knock at the door pulls you from your thoughts. “I’ll get it. You guys finish getting ready.”

“Oh, I’m done. I’ll come with you.” Malia follows you down the stairs.

You open the door, Malia standing behind you.

Stuart stands in front of the door. grinning at the sight of his date.

“Babe.” Stuart grins, taking Malia’s hand as he steps inside. “You look amazing.”

“Where’s Stiles and Tommy?” You ask.

“Oh, they’re coming. I think they’re in the car.”

“Okay, I’m going to run upstairs really quick. Tell Thomas I’ll be right down.”

You quickly make your way upstairs, touching up your lipstick before you step back into your room.

“I thought you were done.” Lydia looks at you.

“Yeah, I am. I just wanted to grab my camera. Mom’ll want pictures.”

“Oh, okay.” Lydia nods.

You head back downstairs with your camera around your wrist.

“Y/N, you look so nice!” Your mom takes the camera from you.

You thank her and walk into the living room with everyone else.

“Y/N…” Thomas smiles as you walk in. He’s wearing a tux with a green bow tie that matches your dress. He’s actually done something with his hair, the product he’s put in it makes it fall in soft curls across his forehead.

You look up at him and bite your lip, “Hey.”

“You look gorgeous.” He holds his hand out for you. You take his hand and step beside him, smiling at him.

“Thank you. You clean up well.” You joke.

He gives you a once over, “You look…amazing. God, I can’t get over it.”

A blush spread across your cheeks, “Thanks.”

Stiles walks in the room, spinning his keys on his index finger. “Hey, Scott and Kira are com-” He stops midsentence when he sees you. “Y/N, you look beautiful.”

You smile, “Thanks, Stiles.”

Thomas snakes his arm around your waist and you smile even more.

Stiles continues to look at you before approaching you. He leans down to your ear and whispers, “You look stunning. Drop dead gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” You nod and look up at him. He stands in the corner of the room, staring at you.

Lydia walks into the room, making her way to Stiles.

“You look nice.” Stiles looks at her and smiles before turning his attention back to you.

Scott and Kira come in, greeting everyone.

“Is everyone here?” Your mom asks.

“Yeah, looks like it.” You nod.

Your mom takes pictures and you all split up and head to the dance.

Thomas helps you out of his truck, “Hey, I forgot to give you this.” He hands you a corsage. It’s white, made up of roses.

“Thomas, it’s beautiful.” You look up at him and smile.

“Just like you.” He gives you a lopsided grin. “Here, let me help you put it on.” He takes it out of the box and you extend your wrist. He fastens the corsage around your wrist and smiles at you.

“Perfect.”

You smile and kiss his cheek, “Thank you.”

You make your way inside, the dance full of sweaty, grinding teenagers.

“Wow.” Thomas says plainly.

“What else did you expect?” You laugh.

“Should we join?” He gestures toward the crowd.

“Fine with me.” You smile. You catch Stiles’ eye. He watches you from the corner of the room, standing with Lydia. She talks to him but he looks totally uninterested.

You dance with Thomas, his hands around your waist.

“I don’t think I ever expected us to be dancing together at homecoming…ever.” Thomas chuckles.

“Yeah? Me either. I’m glad we’re here though.” You smile.

“Me too.” He brushes hair away from your face and you smile.

The two of you end up sitting most of the time, laughing your asses off. He was so fun to be around, you enjoyed the time you spent with him, no matter what you were doing.

Lydia runs up to you. “Are you coming to the after party?”

“What after party?” You look up at Lydia, Thomas’ hand rubbing your lower back.

“Mine. Duh.” She smiles.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were having one.” You look at Thomas and he shrugs.

“It’s tradition. I always have one. Anyway, you two better be there. I have to go find Stuart and Malia. No doubt they’re off humping in a closet somewhere.” She turns on her heel.

You look at Thomas, the both of you laughing.

Stiles comes and sits beside you, staring at Thomas’ hand on your back. “Can I steal her for a bit?” He looks at his brother.

“Where’d Lydia go?” Thomas looks around, putting emphasis on Lydia’s name.

“Looking for Stu. She’ll be awhile.”

You look at Thomas, frustration all over his face. “Go ahead.”

Stiles takes your hand and leads you back to the dance floor. “How are things with Lydia? I know you’ve been waiting to make a move for awhile.” You smile.

“Yeah..it’s uh..different.” He nods. He’s being weird.

You talk for awhile before going to look for Thomas. You step out into the hallway, deciding to make a run to one of the vending machines. You spot the back of his head rounding the corner. You speed up and chase after him, stopping dead in your tracks when you see his lips on someone else’s.

“Tommy?” You step backward.

He immediately pulls away from the girl in front of him. “Y/N…”

“I uh…I’m going to…” You turn quickly, trying to exit the hallway as quickly as possible.

“Y/N! Wait!” Thomas ran after you. You decide to head to Lydia’s you wanted to get as drunk as possible, as fast as possible.

You weren’t quite sure why your feelings were so hurt. You’d always thought of Thomas as a friend, but your heart hurt.

You push Lydia’s front door open, grabbing the first alcoholic drink you can get your hands on. You down two Jell-O shots, heading straight to the kitchen for a beer.

“Woah, you might want to slow down.” Lydia glances at you.

You don’t speak a word, you just go to the living room, sitting on the couch full of people. The room is hazy with smoke, everyone in the room with you passing around a joint.

The guy next to you nudges you, holding out the cigarette. You shake your head, taking another sip of your beer.

You stare off into space, going to get another beer when you finish your first one. You felt hurt, deeply hurt. You had no backing to your feelings you just couldn’t help it.

“Woah there. You look pretty wasted already.” You feel hands on your shoulders as you grab another beer, the lukewarm liquid doing nothing but making you feel fuzzy.

“Hey, Theo.” You take a big gulp of your beer.

“Who’re you drinking for?” He smiles and grabs a beer for himself.

“Huh?” You look at him.

“You wouldn’t drink like that for no reason.”

“What if I am?” You lean forward and he smirks.

“Okay, I guess that could be possible.” He laughs. “How’ve you been? I haven’t talked to you in awhile.”

“I’m okay, I guess. What about you, Mr. Raeken?” You laugh.

“I’m fantastic. Even better now that I’m talking to you.”

“Oh wow. Do you use that line on every girl?” You laugh at his bad pick-up line.

“Only the pretty ones.”

“It gets worse.” You laugh as you drink from your cup.

You spot Thomas come in the front door, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone. “Come with me.” You nod at Theo before leading him upstairs to Lydia’s guest bedroom.

“At least take me to dinner first, Jesus Y/N.” He raises an eyebrow as you close the door behind you.

“I’m not in here to have sex with you, don’t be so narcissistic.” You roll your eyes.

“Then what are we doing?”

“Hiding. Just shut up.” You put your ear to the door. You know Thomas saw you come up here.

“Y/N?” He shouts.

“You’re hiding from a Stilinski?” He asks. You don’t reply. “Of course you are. The Stilinski’s get all the girls.”

You turn and raise an eyebrow. “Who do you want?”

“What?”

“You said the Stilinski’s get all the girls. You obviously want one of the girls they supposedly get. Who is it?”

Theo says nothing, he just stands and looks at you.

“You’re an idiot. Come on.” You grab his arm and pull him downstairs.

“You definitely hang around the Stilinski’s too much.” He rubs his arm where you pulled him.

All three of the boys hated him with all of their might, all for different reasons. But the mention of Theo Raeken was means for an exorcism in that household.

You sit on the love seat with him, a fresh beer in your hand.

“You’re very well composed for an extremely intoxicated girl.” Theo observes.

“I’m not that intoxicated.” You shrug. “I handle alcohol well.”

“How much have you had to drink?” Theo looks over at you.

“Two Jell-O shots and this is my third beer.”

“Good lord.” He laughs.

You sit and talk for awhile, getting to know each other.

“It’s you.” Theo says out of the blue.

“Huh?” You’re on your fifth beer by now.

“It’s you. The girl that the Stilinski’s have and I want.”

“Me?” You choke on your beer.

“Yeah.” His eyes take in your body. “Definitely.”

“Maybe that’s something we could arrange.” You cock your head at him.

“When do you propose we do that?”

“I’m thinking now.” You sit your cup on the table beside you, climbing onto Theo’s lap. His hands grip both of your ass cheeks, pulling you against him. He bites his lip as you smirk at him. You push your lips against his, desperately searching for a feeling, a connection that could separate you from Thomas. You feel nothing, just a horny teenage boy who only wants to get in your pants. You were drunk and you were going to let him.

You end up back in the guest room. You can’t even remember when you got up there. You wake up in only Theo’s shirt, your panties nowhere to be found.

You groan and roll out of the bed, searching for your undergarments. You finally find them and slide them up your legs.

“Hey, you’re up.” Theo sits up, his hair sticking out in fifty different directions.

The sound of his voice felt like it pierced your skull. “Shhh. Shut up.” You put a hand out to him.

“I knew you were wasted.” He chuckles.

“What don’t you understand about shut up?” You glare at him as you put your bra on.

He shrugs and climbs out of the bed, only wearing a pair of boxers. You throw his shirt at him after taking it off and you slip your dress back on. A million thoughts are racing through your head, but only one sticks out.

You slept with Theo Raeken.