Stiles Stilinski Imagines

The Morning

Stiles sighed as he rolled over. It was almost six in the morning and he was counting down the clock until your alarm would go off. He watched you sleep curiously. You were dreaming about something because your nose crinkled and you suddenly tried to grab put or something, your arm flopping back down to your side as you rolled over, flinging yourself over him.

Quietly he tried to reach for his phone, his tongue sticking out a little as strained t reach it, knocking it off the bedside table as he gave one last attempt. He froze when you rolled again and he twisted to reach the phone but tumbled out of bed with a thump. You groaned slightly and he shot up, sitting on the floor as he clutched his phone, wide eyed waiting for you to wake up. He quickly realised you were still sleeping as she shuffled out of the room.

As he stumbled down the stars he stubbed his toe, hopping towards the kitchen as he whispered swore under his breath, hoping that you'd stay asleep long enough. Yanking open the fridge he juggled the ingredients he'd bought the night before. Scott had called him on the way home and you were both alone without pack duties for the first morning in years. He was going to enjoy it. He started cooking carefully and soon he was filling the living room coffee table with piles of food. When he was rolling out pastry for fresh bagels and croissants he thought maybe he'd made too much but he shrugged and smiled, carrying on and finishing up a cheese toastie as your alarm went off.

"Stiles?" You called as you plodded down the stairs and smiled seeing him proudly cover a plate in clingfilm. "Oh my god Stiles! How much did you cook!" You gasped and laughed when he grinned proudly.

"I just want today to be great. Morning TV lots of good food, no werewolf problems." He practically bounced up and down as he scooped you up and yanked the piles of blankets and pillows he placed their the night before, into a comfortable position as he handed you the remote. "What would you like to start with?" He asked as he gestured to the plate.

"Hey Stiles are you home?" Scott called as he let himself in, by sound alone Stiles could hear the pack trailing after him.

"Less werewolves and more pancakes." You said quietly, laughing as the pack swamped into the living room and started eyeing up the table of food. "Help yourselves." You said before Liam dove for the food.