A Day With Stiles And The Pack

(not the best it just popped up in my head and i couldn't get it out so it wrote it)

Stiles woke up to an elbow shoved roughly into his face. He looked around. The bed where only he and Derek had been sleeping the previous night was now covered in teenage werewolves. He sighed, and careful not to wake them up, grabbed his phone to see what time it was. It was 6:30 am already, so he decided to get up and go make breakfast for the pack.

He carefully shoved Isaac, whose elbow had woken him up, aside and climbed over a curled up Scott and Allison and onto the cold bedroom floor. He made his way to the bathroom to do his morning routine. After finishing, he headed to the kitchen and decided to make scrambled eggs, pancakes, and bacon.

While he was busy making pancakes, a very moody Derek came up behind him and hugged him, burying his face in the crook of Stiles' neck.

"Good morning sourwolf," Stiles said, rubbing his scruffy cheek.

"Morning," Derek muffled from the crook of his neck.

"Are you going to stay there all morning or can I finish cooking?" Stiles asked, amused.

"I can stay here and you can cook. I won't bother you," Derek said, still half asleep.

As Stiles continued to make breakfast, twelve sets of footsteps padded down the hall and made their way into the kitchen. "Morning!" Stiles called, and twelve voices replied with a sleepy "morning mom!" making Stiles sigh, because that wasn't out of the ordinary. Stiles was the only morning person out of the pack.

"Can you guys set the table please?" Stiles asked the group of sleepy teenagers.

"Sure mom," they all said as they started setting the table.

Once the table was set and breakfast was done, they all grabbed a plate with food and sat at the table, starting to eat. Some were having conversations and some were still half asleep. After breakfast, Stiles started washing dishes while everyone was in the living room watching television.

While Stiles was finishing the last of the dishes, a pair of arms came around his arm, tugging on it.

"Momma," Liam said, hugging his arm.

"Yes, Liam," Stiles said, drying his hands.

"We wanna watch a movie with you and Dad, can we please?" Liam said with puppy eyes.

"Okay, you guys pick a movie and I'll get snacks and drinks, okay?" Stiles said, kissing his forehead.

"Okay, momma!" Liam said excitedly and ran back to the living room to help pick a movie.

After making snacks and grabbing some drinks, he walked into the living room to see the movie "Halloween" on the TV and Derek on the couch while everyone else on the floor in front of the TV was wrapped in blankets. Giving everyone their own snacks and drinks, Stiles went and sat on the couch with Derek. As soon as he sat down, Derek was cuddled up against him.

As the movie was halfway through, everyone on the floor ended up huddled near the two on the couch, scared. After watching three more movies, everyone was too comfortable to pick another movie, so they cuddled closer and fell asleep. Stiles was the last awake, but he soon let sleep consume him, happy to be close to the people he loves.