Stolen Foods (Stiles One Shot)
Requested: Yes (Christmas 11)
Warnings: Nah. It’s cute, though
Word Count: 341
You docked your iPod, scrolling through your Christmas playlist. You allowed the music to fill your house, as you hauled box after box from the basement. You began to pull the lids off the boxes, pulling out the glass ornaments that had once cost your parents a fortune, and holding them to the light.
You smiled to yourself, as you walked them over to the tree, and began to place them on the tree. “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need!” You sang, tossing some tinsel onto the evergreen.
“I don’t care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree!” A second voice sang. Surprised, you turned to see Stiles standing in the living room doorway, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth as he sang. Without skipping a beat, you sang the chorus, smiles on your faces.
“When did you get here!” You exclaimed with a laugh, putting the current ornament onto the tree, and turning to him.
“And where did you get popcorn.”
He pauses, before looking down at the popcorn in his hand, smiling sheepishly.
“I saw you at popcorn balls in the kitchen,” he said. “I just couldn’t help myself.” You laughed and return to decorating Christmas tree. I did this for the next few minutes you couldn’t help but catch glimpses of him stealing candy from the gingerbread house.
You also couldn’t help but notice the red dye that was forming around corners of his mouth. You squinted your eyes at him, as he turned his back to you for a moment, then turned around, his mouth full of food.
Your eyes widen, as you notice the roof of your gingerbread house missing.
“Stiles!” You yelled, throwing your arms up. His eyes widened as well.
“Stop. Eating. The Decorations!” You cried, not preventing the laugh that was coming from you. He struggled to get the words out, as you walked over to him, and grabbed a chunk of the gingerbread house yourself.