Teen Wolf Imagines

Stiles Imagine - Pancake Batter

highkey haven't updated in like months
whatever
jk I'm so sorry, I don't ever have the time or the urge anymore
anyway, here we go again
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Oh ye, btw, the setting for this is in a very modern, fairly nice hotel complex in a larger city. Think marble counters, silver lighting fixtures, and a large window in the kitchen-living room overlooking the city."
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"Baby all I want for Christmas is youuuuuuu..BAbyyy!"

As the soft snowflakes landed gently on the bustling world around you, you stood in green and red knee high socks and your husband's light blue button up holding up a whisk, and a cup of sugar singing along to the Christmas songs coming on the radio.

"Good-morning my love." Long, muscular arms wrapped around your stomach as the sweet scent of your beloved's aftershave mixed in with the smells of the kitchen. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, rocking with you back and forth with the music, pulling you closer to him.

"Stiles, I have to get breakfast ready." You said while attempting to get out of his grip.

"You can get breakfast ready like this." His voice, having not yet fully awoken, was still a bit husky.

"Well, if you can come up with how I could possibly make breakfast, with both of my hands out of function, I think I'd give you an award for engineer of the year."

He chuckled before agreeing to let go. "At least let me help."

"Mr. Stilinski dear, the last time I gracefully allowed you to be of any assistance in the kitchen, the fire alarm was set off and everyone in this apartment complex had to be evacuated."

Stiles laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "Whatever. Can I at least mix the flour and sugar together?"

Sighing, you gave him the whisk. "Go right ahead."

Ten minutes later, the pancake batter was set aside for cooking, and the bacon had been placed on a rack for cooling. As you began to pour the batter into the pan, Stiles came at you with a half licked spatula.

"STILES!" You swatted at him with no avail as a glob of batter landed on your cheek. "Ooooh you're gonna feel my wrath Stilinski."

"What are you gonna do Mrs. Stilinski? Cutify me to death?" He winked and grabbed a pillow for protection as you grabbed a handful of batter. You ran full speeed towards him and jumped on his back, smothering the mixture all over his face.

"Eat, dirt Stiles." You laughed manically.

Suddenly a loud blaring rang through your room. You turned to see a billowing of grey smoke coming from the kitchen.

"The pancakes." You and Stiles turned to each other and cried out in unison.

Hurriedly the two of you rushed to take turn the stove off and received a lungful of smoke. After fanning away most of the unclean air, you both grabbed a pair of shoes and a coat and ran down the halls yelling "false alarm" until the two of you made it to the lobby. The other occupants stood around, glaring at the both of you, all in several different states of being awake. Stiles blushed a bright red under the offwhite of the batter still on his face and you hid behind him laughing quietly at everyone's death glares.