"Babe, wake up! Wake up, babe! Its Christmas!" 

You groaned at the sudden shouting accompanied by someone jumping on the bed. You buried your head further into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes that it would will the person making such a scene at the ridiculous hour of the morning away. 

But to no avail, they continued to jump around. 

A weight suddenly came crashing down onto your body, squishing you between the soft mattress and their lanky limbs and torso. Their head was buried into your neck, cold nose pressing into your skin causing you to let out a squeal as you tried to pull away. 

"Stop!" You cried, hands moving up to push away the head that the nose was connected to. "I'm up! Just please, stop!" 

The bubbly laugh you know all too well sounded throughout the bedroom, the cold nose removing itself from your neck just as you cautiously let your eyes crack open for the first time that morning. 

You squinted at the sudden brightness, and when you finally got used to the light you let your gaze fall on your cheerful boyfriend sitting cross-legged beside you on the bed, still clad in his candy cane print pajamas. 

He sent you a toothy grin, "Morning sleepy head." 

"Morning." You mumbled in return, and you didn't get another moment before Stiles was tugging at your leg that was still hidden under the warmth of the blanket, whining like a child. 

"C'mon, we have presents to open, and we still have your main present to get to after the present opening!" 

You let out another groan, but let him tug you up from the bed nevertheless, "What is this secret main present, anyway? You won't even tell me where it is." 

"Shh," He mumbled, taking your hand and tugging you out of the bedroom. "Its a surprise. You're not supposed to know where it is. That'd give it away, silly." 

When the two of you got downstairs, Stiles pulled you toward the Christmas tree, urging you to take a seat by it, him following suit. 

The rest of the morning ensued in the two of you opening each others presents, ending up surrounded by mounts of brightly printed wrapping paper. Just when you thought present opening was over, Stiles suddenly handed you over one last present. 

"You have to wear this today for your final present." 

You took the present from your boyfriend, noting that the wrapping paper matched his pajamas, before carefully ripping it open to reveal a beautiful black lace dress. You picked it up, letting yourself get a better look at it as you immediately fell in love with it. 

"Thank you, Stiles," You gasped, still admiring the dress in front of you. "I love it." 

"Great!" He grinned. "Now, go get ready. We don't want to be late to your main present now, do we?" 

You shook your head eagerly, already standing among the sea of wrapping paper and beginning your decent back toward your bedroom, eager to find out where the two of you would be heading. 

- 

After the both of you had gotten ready, you were retrieving your purse from the lounge room when you suddenly heard Stiles gasp from the front door. You shuffled over to him, and almost immediately saw the problem. 

Snow was falling from the sky, an almost full-blown snow storm whirling around the area outside. Snow was pilled on top of everything in its wake, and although it was beautiful in a way, it was much too dangerous to be going out into. 

"How did we not see all this earlier?" You mumbled to yourself, frowning as the snow began to blow into the house. 

"We still might be able to get there," Stiles tried to reason. "It isn't that bad. The place is only a five minute drive." 

"We cant drive in that, Stiles. Its too dangerous." You said, and you could visibly see his shoulders slump in defeat as you words reached his ears. 

"But... Your present..." 

You moved so you were standing in front of him, resting your hands carefully on his chest, "Hey, its okay. We can still have a great day in, yeah? Christmas movie marathon and snacks? We can build a fort, if you want, and I'll even give you extra special cuddles if you're lucky." 

He glanced sadly down at you, but you could still see a hint of acceptance behind his eyes, "Whats so extra special about these cuddles?" 

"Well," You giggled. "They're gonna be under the coziest blankets we own, paired with candy cane hot chocolates and those matching Christmas socks we have." 

His facial features softened, letting out a sigh in defeat as he nodded gently at you, "Fine, but only if we can watch The Grinch first... And if I can have whipped cream on my hot chocolate."

"Deal." You grinned, taking his hand in yours and leading him back into the house and away from the cold snow that was blowing a cool breeze though the doorway. 

Not even ten minutes later the two of you were settled on the couch, Stiles happily pressed into your side with his hot chocolate (with extra whipped cream!) pressed to his lips as his Christmas socks poked out from the end of the blanket. 

This might not have compared to what Stiles had planned for your day out, but you wouldn't want to trade a movie marathon with your Rudolph sock-clad boyfriend for the world. 

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A/n: Can we just imagine Stiles in candy cane print pajamas and Rudolph socks for a moment please? Honestly I would give anything to see that. 

I just wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas (if you celebrate it!) as I probably won't be posting again until sometime after Christmas. I hope you get all you wished for, and that you have a wonderful day. I love you guys x