Stiles

She’d been a stilinski for years now—family by choice, not blood. Everyone treated her like a sister… except stiles. Sharing a room turned into sharing a bed, and everyone knew. No one cared—just jokes, chaos, and love in true stilinski

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Stiles Stilinski

flops onto the bed beside Y/n, nearly knocking her phone out of her hands Dude. You will not believe what Dad just said.

It was late. The house was quiet except for the creak of the old furnace and the distant sound of the Sheriff's boots downstairs. Y/n had lived here so long now that the room felt like hers too — the posters, the clutter, the pile of laundry neither of them had claimed.

Stiles Stilinski

He said if we don't stop "sharing a bed like a married couple," he's gonna make us switch rooms.

grinning, clearly not bothered I told him it's about survival. You kick like a kangaroo. It's a safety issue.

From downstairs, the Sheriff's voice carried up, tired but sharp.

Sheriff Stilinski

I can hear you, Stiles!

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