#stiles reader insert

“Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree At The Christmas Party Hop…” I faintly heard as I was waking up for the day. I was also smelling some cinnamon rolls, pancakes, waffles, coffee, the works! 

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas and the movies and music that follows. But, to be woken up by it isn’t exactly what I had in mind. While I love putting it on first thing in the morning, I also love putting it on when I’m making breakfast, which is about thirty minutes to an hour after I wake up.

So, after I put on my sweatshirt and brushed my teeth, I went downstairs to see who made the house smell so good this morning. 

First person I saw was my mom, which is to be expected. She always cooked breakfast during the Christmas season, but especially on Christmas morning. 

Second person, my dad; always right beside my mom. Their love is what I always wanted. Especially during the holidays. 

I knew there was a third person roaming around the house, considering it was our house… well, one that we were currently renting.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mom said.

“Morning,” I replied. “Have you seen–” Being startled by someone picking me up and spinning me around, I squealed in shock and surprise. Once the person put me down, I turned to look at the culprit, and was met with those whiskey colored eyes that I loved oh so much.

“Stiles!” I exclaimed, playfully but lightly slapping him in the chest. “You scared me!”

Laughing, he replied, “Sorry. I went upstairs to see if you were still sleeping, but you were already out of bed.”

“Probably because she smelled food,” Dad said. “She only gets out of bed if food is being made.” Shocked face and all, I turned to my dad and said, “That’s not true!” At the look Mom gave me, I relented. “Okay, a little true, but–”

Stopping my words at all three of them laughing at me, I joined in on it because it really was true.

As the laughter was quieting down, I looked at all the food as the music continued playing in the background. “Okay, first off; Mom, thanks for cooking breakfast.”

“You’re welcome, honey,” she replied.

“Secondly, who turned the music up to the point where it actually woke me up?” Looking around the room, I came back to those eyes I loved. “Stiles,” I warned. “Can we turn this down or off until I’m fully awake?”

“Nope,” he said. “Stays on.”

“But–”

“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on.”

“Uhm, one; it’s our house that we’re renting, and two; it’s not even 8 AM yet.”

Chucking, he said, “You’re so cute.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, leaving his lips there as he whispered, “It’s 8:45AM.”

“And we’re not opening gifts, why?” I sassed.

Mom, Dad and Stiles all laughed as I went into the kitchen to get a plate of food and a cup of coffee with my favorite dairy-free creamer. Sitting down in the living room on Christmas morning with breakfast and family was a tradition that I wouldn’t stop doing, even if Stiles or any other partner didn’t do it. 

Everyone else was sitting down in their own spots as I was picking a movie to watch while we ate. Movie choice of the morning; Dr. Seuss’s How The Grinch Stole Christmas. The live action one, not the original animated one. 

The movie got the part where the Mayor gives The Grinch the razor when we all decided to go ahead and open our presents after Sheriff, aka Stiles’s dad showed up. Of course, Mom, Dad and Sheriff had to bring our presents over. 

From all three parents, Stiles got a bunch of Star Wars stuff for his little man cave. I got some jewelry, notebooks and pens, fuzzy socks, and some other girly things.

I got my parents their favorite obsessions, as well as Sheriff, and Stiles did the same. After we were all finished with the presents, we cleaned up before all three parents said their goodbyes and went home.

Stiles and I showered before we started getting ready for the rest of our day together. He was acting all giddy after he told me to do my everyday makeup and hair, so I knew I had to get to the bottom of it. He was dressed in his normal clothes with his hair styled the same way he did it every morning.

Once I had met him downstairs, I looked at him as he smiled at me while holding his hand out for me to take. After I did, we walked out of the house together and to the Jeep, where he opened the door for me and closed it after I got in and situated.

Somehow, I knew he had something planned because he knew how much Christmas was my favorite time of the year. We pulled up to one of our favorite restaurants in Beacon Hills, all sorts of cars… not there. This place was usually packed with cars on Christmas day. 

Stiles ended up helping me out of the Jeep, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together while walking me to the front door. We walked in and I got the biggest surprise of my life; seeing my best friend, Allison Argent.

I hadn’t seen her in months because all of us went our separate ways for college… except Stiles and I. We went to the same one.

Tearing up, I placed my hand over my mouth while walking towards her, hugging her once I reached her. And to more of my shock and surprise, everyone else was here, too! Scott, Isaac, Ethan and Aiden, Lydia, Derek, Liam, Mason, Corey, Hayden, Jackson, everyone! Including the parents!

We all had a blast at the party. A surprise Christmas party, if you will. I didn’t even know who set it all up until Stiles and I got home. 

“Did you like the party?” he asked.

Nodding my head with a smile, I replied, “I had a blast.” “Good. I was hoping you would.”

Confused, I asked, “What do you mean by that?”

He shrugged while putting his arms around my waist, “I knew how much seeing everyone would mean to you, so I set something up. Thankfully everyone was free this afternoon.”

Smiling while putting my hands on the back of his neck, I said, “I can’t believe you did all this, for me.”

“Well, I love you and just wanted you to have the best day,” he said.

“I did,” I nodded. “And I love you, too.”

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A/N 2: gif doesn’t go with the theme of the request, but oh well. let me know what you thought!

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It had been one of the longest days of your life, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep. Allison was gone, and you couldn’t believe it. She had been one of your closest friends and now, as you laid in bed, all you could think about was how you would never get to see her smile or hear her laugh again. You’d never be able to go to her for advice, or cry on her shoulder when you felt like nobody else would listen. She was really gone.

Tears streamed down your face as you stared at the ceiling of your mostly-dark room, illuminated only by the soft glow of the streetlights pouring through the cracks in your blinds. So much shit had happened since Scott was bitten, but you never imagined that you’d actually lose anyone. The pack was in danger a lot, but you always made it out safe one way or another, until now.

You resigned to the idea that you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight as you laid flat on your back. Your mind was clear of everything except thoughts and memories of Allison until your phone buzzed and lit up the room. You sniffled and wiped your eyes before turning over to reach for your phone on your nightstand. It was a text from Stiles.

                  Stiles

12:38

Hey, are you awake?

                                  12:39

                 yeah, what’s up?

12:39

Open your window

You frowned, but walked over to your bedroom window and opened the blinds. You jumped when you saw Stiles standing outside it, looking just as pale and sickly as he did when you saw him a couple of hours ago. He hadn’t even changed clothes. You wiped away the tears that remained on your face, and then opened the window so you could talk to him. “What are you doing here, dude? Shouldn’t you be asleep? Or, like, resting at least?” you asked, stepping back.

“I don’t know. Probably,” Stiles sighed. “Can I, like, come in?” he asked. “It’s cold out here.” He was visibly shivering.

“Of course, yeah. Do you wanna use the door or can you climb in?” you asked. He answered you by hoisting himself up and into your room. You realized then that you weren’t wearing anything but an old oversized t-shirt and your underwear. Your face went red as you turned around and walked to your dresser to put on a pair of sweatpants before sitting down on your bed.

Stiles toed his shoes off once he was inside, sitting down in the chair across the room. He was silent.

You flicked on your lamp so you could see each other more clearly, Stiles looked… well, he looked sick. He looked bad. And you had never seen Stiles look bad in your whole life. Not even when he had that godawful buzzcut. The two of you sat in silence as he bounced his leg and chewed at the inside of his lip.

“What’re you doing here? Are you alright?” you asked quietly, after minutes of silence. His eyes flickered up to you, and then back down to his feet. He remained quiet. You were pretty sure you could see his eyes filling with tears. It broke your heart.

“Stiles,” you whispered, barely audible. “Come here. Come sit with me,” you offered, patting the spot next to you on your bed. You sat with your legs crossed and your body facing him once he sat down next to you. He still wasn’t saying anything.

You wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, but part of you (well, most of you, if you were going to be honest) was still afraid of him. Your eyes flickered to right below his ear, where you saw the mark of the Oni. It really was Stiles. Of course, you already knew that. You had been there to witness the death of the Nogitsune. But it had been wearing his face when it did all of those awful things. When it got Allison killed.

You decided to reach for his hand, placing it gently on top of his. “Stiles, I understand if you don’t want to talk. But are you alright?” you asked him, your eyes searching his for anything that might be off.

Stiles turned to meet your eyes for the first time, which caused tears to roll down his face. “It’s my fault,” he whispered. “Allison is dead, and it’s my fault.” It was so quiet that you weren’t even sure you had heard him right.

Your heart broke all over again. “No, Stiles. Of course it isn’t your fault. That… thing was wearing your face, but we all know it wasn’t you.” You spoke softly, taking your hand from on top of his and wrapping your arm around his waist to pull him closer.

You’d had a thing for Stiles for a while, but you were best friends. It wasn’t something you were interested in ruining just yet. You’d do anything for him and he knew it. That’s probably why he wound up at your window half past midnight instead of Scott’s.

Stiles just leaned into you as soft sobs wracked his body. He was frail and thin, more so than usual. You could feel his ribs as you rubbed your hand up and down his side. “Allison’s dead, y/n,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck.

Your eyes welled up with tears again and you nodded. “Yeah,” your voice broke as you began to cry along with him. “She is. I know,” you whispered, smoothing down the hair on the back of his head as you held his body close to yours.

You both sat there, holding each other and crying for a while. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your sobs finally quieted, but neither of you moved. Your breathing steadied and the room was filled with only the sounds of soft sniffles. Stiles held on to you tighter than you thought he ever had before.

“Can I stay here tonight? I don’t think I can handle sleeping alone,” Stiles asked, pulling away to meet your eyes again. As sick as he looked, he was still weirdly beautiful. He was beautiful in a way that you couldn’t quite describe. He still had a softness to him, an innocence, even after everything he had just been through. You silently hoped that he would never lose it.

Your expression softened and you reached up to cup his cheek in your hand. “Of course you can. I’m sure I have something you can sleep in so you don't have to wear jeans to bed,” you stood up and kissed his forehead before rummaging around in your closet. You pulled out an old pair of sweatpants that were too big for you, and then one of your sleep shirts. You handed them to him and pulled the covers back on your bed before sitting back down on the edge.

Stiles turned his back to you and unzipped his jacket. He let it fall to the floor before lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his skin to the cold air of your room. A visible shiver went down his spine as he pulled the clean shirt over his head. You decided that it was probably too much of an invasion of privacy to watch him strip the rest of the way, so you turned around and crawled under the covers with your back to him.

You heard him shuffle for a moment before undoing his belt buckle, and pulling it from the loops of his jeans. You heard him unzip his pants and then you heard them fall to the floor. Your heart was racing. Moments later, after a little more movement of fabric, you felt the bed next to you dip just slightly. You took a deep breath as you felt the covers being pulled up over the both of you.

Your breathing was shaky as you rolled over to face Stiles. You smiled softly at him, reaching out to place your hand upon his where it rested in between the two of you. There were a couple of minutes of silence before Stiles scooted in closer to you. He was so close that your noses nearly touched, and you could feel his breath on your face.

Stiles moved his hand from beneath yours. For a split second, you were worried that you had overstepped. But then, you felt his hand on your face, and then you felt it run through your hair and around to the back of your neck. Your hand shook as you reached your own arm down to rest on his waist.

You sat there, just like that, with his hand on the back of your neck and yours rubbing slow circles on his waist for what felt like forever. The whole time, his eyes never left yours. After everything that had happened today, and in the days before, you felt like this was exactly what you needed. You knew in your heart that it didn’t mean to Stiles what it meant to you, but it was okay. He was here, he was in your bed and you were holding him.

As you stared at him, and he stared right back at you, you felt his hand trail down your back to rest right above the hem of your pants. Directly in the place where your shirt had ridden up a couple of inches, and he could touch your bare skin. You felt like you were on fire where his skin met yours, and your heart pounded as he pulled you in impossibly closer to him, pressing your bodies flush together from your chests to your hips.

Stiles pressed one of his legs between both of yours, still not breaking eye contact. “I know that everything has been awful for as long as we both can remember,” he started, “But I’m so glad that you’re here. I’m so glad I have you.” his words were hushed as he pressed his forehead to yours, nudging his nose against your face.

Was this happening? Did Stiles want the same thing that you did? “Stiles, I…” you trailed off, the lump forming in your throat prevented you from finishing your sentence. All you wanted right now was to tell him exactly how you felt. To let him know exactly how loved he was.

“Say it.” Stiles whispered, his lips just barely brushing your own as he spoke. It was now or never.

“I love you,” you said, your eyes darting between both of his. There was just enough time to see him smile before his lips were pressed to yours.

You melted against him, your lips moving slowly against his. The kiss wasn’t heated, it wasn’t desperate. It was slow and sweet. Your arms wrapped around Stiles’ waist, and his came up to hold your face as he kissed you. You had never felt this good in your entire life.

Stiles swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, causing you to part them. He pressed closer to you as he deepened the kiss, sighing softly into your mouth. Your heart was pounding as you slipped your hands beneath his shirt, just wanting to feel his skin. You wanted to touch every part of him you were allowed. He let you.

Stiles’ hands had moved from cupping your face, to holding your hips. His fingers squeezed at the flesh there as he rolled over onto his back, bringing you with him. This put you on top of him now, your legs straddling his waist as you tangled your fingers in his hair. You yelped at the sudden movement, but didn’t allow it to distract you from the kiss and Stiles’ hands roaming up your back. He sat up to meet you and held the back of your neck while you sat in his lap.

You wrapped your legs around his middle, pulling away with a smile.

Stiles rubbed the top of your thighs as he smiled back at you, but there was a sadness in his eyes. It was in yours too. As happy as this moment was, you both knew that when the sun rose, you would still have to face tomorrow. You wished more than anything that you could just freeze time and stay right here with him.

As if he was reading your mind, Stiles whispered, “I wish we could stay here forever,” before laying his head on your chest and snaking his arms around your middle to hold you as close as he could.

You laced your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I know, me too,” you sighed. “But I’m so glad to have you back. I’ve missed you so much,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Stiles lifted his head to press another soft kiss to your lips. Against them, he said “I missed you too.”

Why I fell in love with a spazzed out dork, I’ll never know. I mean, we’ve been together since the night of the Winter Formal, but still. Yeah, he was everything a boyfriend should be and more, but I mean damn. This boy could be an idiot sometimes.

Like, I’ll give an example. Whenever we’re watching a movie in his room on his laptop and I do that sigh thing every girl does when she wants attention, I’ll either go ignored or be handed a bag of my favorite candy.

Another example; again, while watching a movie on his laptop, I’ll put my leg over his, letting him know I want cuddles, and again I’ll either go ignored or be handed a bag of my favorite candy.

Tonight… was no exception. See, him and I were in his room… watching a movie… after a study session. We were laying on his bed, sitting up against his headboard, his laptop on his lap, le duh, and all I wanted was to cuddle with him, like always.

I laid my head on his shoulder, which prompted nothing.

I put my hand on his thigh, which prompted nothing.

I felt like I was doing everything in the book at this point; turning on my right side and molding myself into his side, moving down the bed a little to rest my head on his thigh. Hell, I even moved his laptop and spread his legs apart so that I could sit in between them and lay back against him. Finally deciding I’d had enough, I sat up and paused the movie.

“Wha-- what are you doing?” he asked.

I turned around to face him, sitting on my knees. “Stiles, babe,” I said. “I’ve been trying to get your ass to cuddle with me every time we lay here and watch a movie before you have to take me home.”

Putting on his thinking face, he said, “You have?”

“Yes!” I quietly exclaimed. “Haven’t you not noticed the different positions I’ve been in and the subtle hints I’ve been giving?”

Again with his thinking face. “No,” he said.

“Was that a statement or a question?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“Oh, for the love of God,” I whispered, hanging my head.

“I just thought you wanted your candy,” he said. “That’s why I always gave it to you. You sigh a lot, and you do the leg thing a lot. You also do those when it’s that time of the month right before you ask for your candy, so…”

Realizing he was just trying to be super sweet, I smiled a little. “Baaaaaaaabe!”

“What?” he asked, eyes wide. “Am I in trouble or something?” “No,” I chuckled. 

Smiling, he said, “Come here,” while motioning with his hands in the come here motion.

I crawled my way back up to him, feeling his arm go around my shoulders as I got comfortable, molding myself into his side while draping my leg over his and sighing in content. “This is good. This is nice.”

He hummed. “Sure is.”

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Feeling the sunlight hitting my face, I woke up to someone’s hand sitting on my forearm. Following the arm up to the owner, I smiled when I saw Stiles’ adorable sleeping face. But then shock hit when I realized that we both must’ve fallen asleep while watching our movie.

I carefully rolled over to pick up my phone, seeing that I had about 5 missed calls and about 10 text messages from my mom. All texts basically saying that I needed to call her and that I was in trouble for staying out past curfew before getting to the last one that said not to worry and that Sheriff had already called her and Dad to let them know that Stiles and I had fallen asleep.

Hearing Stiles humming and rolling over some more to wrap his arms around me, I smiled to myself, thinking that I was beyond lucky to have him and while still also being dumbfounded as to why I fell in love with his spazzed out dorky self.

“Good morning, baby,” he rasped, voice laced with sleep.

“Hmm, morning, Stiles,” I said. “You gotta take me home.”

“Mhmm, later.”

I giggled. “Okay.”

We stayed like that for a little while before my phone rang, prompting me to answer it. “Hello?”

“Good morning, oh lovely daughter of mine.”

“Good morning, Mom,” I said. “To answer the question I know you’re gonna ask, I’ll be home later. Stiles and I just woke up.”

“Alright then,” she said. “That really does answer my question. I’ll see you when you get home.”

We hung up after saying our goodbyes before I placed my phone down. “Take me home in a couple hours?”

“What do you wanna do in the meantime?” he asked.

“Eat some breakfast, and maybe watch a movie?” I suggested, turning my head over my shoulder.

Staring into those whiskey colored eyes I love so much, he smiled at me, agreeing to my suggestion. “Sounds like a plan.”

After the both of us went down the stairs and made some pancakes, we ate at the table before bolting back up the stairs, filling the house up with our laughter. 

“Let’s see,” he said, looking through the movies he had on his laptop. “Comedy, action, or--”

“Rom-com?” I said. “Oooh, what about a chick flick?” “I’m not watching The Notebook again,” he deadpanned.

“Oh, ha ha,” I sassed. “Not The Notebook. Either Dear John or A Walk To Remember.”

Putting his thinking face on, he said, “Dear John. It’s got a lot of guy stuff in it, plus your favorite scene.”

I smile up at him after getting back into the cuddling position we were in the previous day. “You’re such an idiot.”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

Running through the school, I didn’t think I’d be at this point in my life. Sure, I was only 16 and had my whole life in front of me, but this was different. Scott was bit about a month or so ago, and we’ve been dealing with this creature called Alpha. 

Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm my racing heart, I slowed my running down to bend over and rest my hands on my knees. “Wait, wait, wait.”

“Y/N/N, what’s going on?” Stiles asked. “Why’d you stop?”

“Cause I don’t see him anywhere,” I breathed. I stood back up, feeling like I could take a nice, refreshing breath again. I hadn’t noticed that I stopped in front of a wall of windows, so to say that I was freaked out when I saw two glowing eyes at me from across the outside of the school would be a severe understatement. 

“Oh, shit,” Scott muttered. “Run. Guys, run!”

Good thing we did, too, because as the Alpha ran and jumped into the windows, Scott, Stiles and I tore off down the hallway.

“Boiler room!” Stiles said. “Boiler room, boiler room. GO!”

Running down about two or three flights of stairs later, the three of us found ourselves in the boiler. 

“What are we even doing down here?” Scott asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, Scotty,” I sassed. “Having a picnic.”

He rolled his eyes and walked around me and Stiles, leaving us to ourselves for a moment. I felt his fingers lace with mine; something we used to do for comfort as kids. I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I’m not gonna die here. I refuse to die at school just because someone’s after Scott.”

“Hey,” Stiles said, turning me to face him a little more. “You’re not gonna die. I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” I whispered. 

Putting a hand on my cheek, he whispered, “Because you’re my best friend. I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” He gently pulled me forward, placing a quick kiss to my forehead before walking around me to go find Scott, my hand still in his.

We ended up finding him, and chaos ensued after that; the Alpha somehow got inside the ceiling, Allison, Lydia and Jackson somehow made it here. Oh, and then Scott ended up getting put under the Alpha’s influence and ended up being like Carrie and wanted to kill us all.

Did I mention that he also found a dead janitor in the bleachers? No? Oh. Well, he did.

Sheriff and his deputies as well as the EMT’s and such ended up coming to the school ‘cause at one point Stiles called his dad, which we were more than grateful for. 

Standing next to Stiles by his Jeep after talking with Deaton, who was in the back of an ambulance, I poked his shoulder, causing him to look at me. “Thanks,” I said.

He looked at me confused. “For what?”

“For being my best friend.”

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