Stlinski Quadruplets

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You walked into the kitchen were you dad was making breakfast as your brothers set at the table, well minus Stiles he never wants to get up in the morning.

You were a quadruplet, it goes Thomas, then Stuart, You, and lastly Stiles as the youngest which he hated.

"Hey daddy" you told him kissing his cheek grabbing a piece of toast. You turned around to se the boys rolling their eyes they knew you were up to something.

"Hey dad so I was thinking I'm your favorite right" you leaned against the table top.

"Ha as If! It is obviously me, I'm the smartest" Stuart exclaimed.

"Shut up Stuart little no one asked for you input" he groaned at the nickname you use when your annoyed with him.

"You know I don't have a favorite Y/n" he responded, ignoring yours and Stuart's bickering.

"But if you did, rhetorically, it would be me right because I'm your little girl" you raised your eyebrow.

"What's your point? What do you want?" He huffed aggravated with your bugging.

"Money" you smiled at him and gave your puppy dog eyes. He reached into his wallet and pulled out thirty dollars.

"Ha sucker" you stuck your tongue out at Stuart. As he got up and ran at you chasing you around the kitchen.

"Thomas! Protect me!" You screamed to the oldest hiding behind him.

"Sorry little bit" Thomas told you moving out of the way.

"Your now my least favorite!" You screamed running up the stairs with Stuart still chasing you.

You ran into the closest room, which happens to be Stiles. You slammed the door and locked it.

"Ugh y/n just give me 10!" Stuart banged on the door.

"No go away! It's mine!" You yelled back and heard him huff before walking away.

"Uhh what just happened?" Stiles asked half asleep rubbing his eyes.

"Uh nothing get up we have school" you told him before shutting the door only to have the money ripped out of your hands by Thomas.

"STUART! I GOT IT MAN!" He screamed running down the hall.

You took off running behind him.

Sometimes I wish I was an only child. You thought to yourself as you banged on Thomas door.

Be careful what you wish for

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