Requests For Stiles Stilinski Officially Open!

Requests for Stiles Stilinski officially open!

you should do a stiles fic/blurb/imagine based of off the song not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker. like a fluff fic where reader and stiles are just so in love with eachother.

「not a lot, just forever」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

a/n: this was so fun but so hard to write, thank you for requesting anon, I loved writing it!🩷

warning: none really, aged up characters (18 in the first, 23 in the other two).

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And your dearest fantasy 

Is to grow a baby in me

I could be a good mother

And I wanna be your wife

"you know you're like- the prettiest girl in the world?" he slurs as you make him sit on the bed, his drunk and sleepy body doesn't protest as he falls lazily on it.

"Am I now?" you ask with a smile and he nods with a dopey grin, his pupils slightly dilated and hair messy from the night he spent with Scott in a bar, 'bro's night', as they call it. 

He nods, the dopey grin staying as he continues to look at you with what he thinks is a flirty look, but in reality is just him looking at you in a drunk daze. "You should model." He says and leans back, his arms holding him up as he looks you up and down

You giggle "so love really is blind" you say as you take the hem of his shirt to take it off him. 

His smile disappears like you actually offended him. "don't say that." he raises his arms to help you in the task and his hair get even messier than before. "Every time I look at you, it's like-" he lets out a soft sigh, the alcohol in his veins is making him more sentimental than usual. "it's like I forget how to breathe."

"baby how much did you drink?" your worried but amused tone makes him grin again.

"A.. a lot." he admits, his grin is somewhat guilty as he sits there in just his jeans. "I lost count after the seventh shot." he mutters and sighs annoyed at his lids that are feeling heavier than normal and his spinning head.

"Stiles! what made you think that was a good idea?" you scold him while making him wear his sleep shirt. 

"Scott... He said I couldn't handle that many shots in a row and I wanted to prove him he was wrong." he admits and pulls the shirt on with your help, groaning as he leans against the headboard. "Turns out... I was wrong."

You stifle a laugh. "Of course you were." you reach down to unbutton his jeans. 

"Hey now, who said you could do that?" he teases lazily and takes your fingers in his to stop them. "I'm still sober enough to do it myself, y'know."

"yeah? go on then." you raise again and put your hands on your hips expectantly

Stiles chuckles and clumsily stands on his feet to undo them himself, but his vision is going all swirly and his hands feels numb. "Uhm," he mutters and blinks a few times before looking up at you with almost pleading, puppy eyes. "Just- help a lil' tipsy guy here, yeah?"

You roll your eyes amused and help him take them off, his eyes looking at all over you as you do. "Mm, you're pretty," he mumbles as he leans down to kiss your cheek, his minty breath caused by the freshly brushed teeth hits you as he reaches for your lips

"you already said that." you say on his mouth as his jeans fall at his feet. "Now get under the covers and sleep." 

He grabs you by the hips and groans in protest, pulling you closer to him. "Can't sleep yet.. I gotta make out with my girlfriend first." He murmurs but lets you push him towards the bed behind him until he's lying down.

"Maybe tomorrow Sti'" you join your boyfriend on the bed, covering the both of you with the duvet and he doesn't waste time to lay his head on your chest with a pleased groan.

"God, this is the life!" he almost moans on your boobs as he slips his hands under your nightdress to hug you closer. You giggle and hug him back, a hand on his hair to comb his brown and messy locks back to soothe him to sleep. 

"Mm.." he hums at the feeling of your hand on his head, his face nuzzles against your chest. "I love you." He slurs, his voice a bit groggy and tired as he lets his lids close, the warmth of your body and the alcohol in his system making his mind feel fuzzy.

"I know." 

"Hey! Say it back." he murmurs, his voice sounding a lot like a spoiled toddler, in his drunken state he didn't even notice you quoted Star Wars but oh well, too bad for him.

"I love you" you reply and kiss his forehead. 

"Mmh.." he hums happily and buries his head back in his favorite place. "I want to marry you" he confesses a few minutes later just when you thought he fell asleep.

"we'll have to wait a few more years for that."

"But- why?" he whines and looks up at you, a pouty look on his sleepily, drunken face. "I want to marry you now."

"Now, as in now? you in your batman themed boxers and me in a nightgown?" you ask jokingly as your thigh goes to rests over his hip.

A wide grin takes over his expression. "That would be perfect." he says and moves his hand from under your nightie to your thigh, his fingers gripping at the soft flesh.

"There was that song, what does it say? 'I like shiny thing but I'd marry you in paper rings'" he sings lazily with a slurred voice "was it Taylor Swift? oh I love Taylor Swift" he rambles and you giggle amused against his forehead. 

One of his hands begins to trace random patterns on your thigh. "Seriously... if I asked you, would you say yes?" he asks suddenly and looks up at you, his puppy dog ​​eyes almost pleading.

You open your mouth to answer but he beats you to it. 

"Wait- no." he interrupts and hides his face again. "Don't tell me yet, I want it to be a surprise." 

"okay" you sigh and pat his back... like you would actually answer him in these conditions. 

"Good" he mutters, his lids feeling heavy as he lets himself succumb to sleep. "Gotta make it a super-super surprise." He mumbles against your skin before he is out, his breathing soft and steady against your body, completely snuggled up to you.

You smile down at his asleep state, you actually really like drunk Stiles. 

Not a lot, just forever

Intertwined, sewn together

Like the rock bears the weather

Not a lot, just forever

"what about this?" he asks, throwing himself on the millionth bed of the store. 

"Stiles stop throwing yourself on every mattress you see" you scold him from the end of the bed with your arms crossed to your chest, you look like a mom with her toddler right now.

he gives you a cheeky smile and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face in the comforter and looking up at you.  "But why? I'm having fun," he replies, his voice slightly muffled.

"I can see that, but I'm tired of sleeping on an single inflatable mattress full of  holes, I would like to fall asleep on a bed and wake up at the same height I fell asleep in, not on the floor because it deflated during the night and I would love to have it by the end of the week."

Your boyfriend rolls onto his back, propping himself up with his elbows and looking up at you with offended eyes. "what's wrong with my camping mattress?" 

"you really want me to start?" you ask raising your eyebrows as to challenge him.

He looks at you up and down while pondering the answer. "no... not really, you're probably right anyway."

you nod in a 'thought so' manner and walk by his side to sit next to him on the exposed mattress under his amused eyes. 

"Can I just say that if you had listened to me two weeks ago now we would be sleeping in the bed that was in my room in Beacon Hills?"

"It was too small to sleep for two people but too much of a hassle to move from beacon Hills to here! it's easier to buy a bigger one here" 

"It wasn't too small for two people, we slept there just fine" he protests, reaching out to pinch your thigh.

"maybe you slept well because if I didn't let you stay in the middle you'd have a crisis! but I didn't have room to move and I always found myself sleeping on top of you." you reply while pointing an accusatory finger on his chest.

he rolls his eyes dramatically as you speak, letting out a quiet huff.  "that's not true!" he chuckles, wrapping his hand around your finger and giving it a light kiss before dropping it. "I seem to remember you falling asleep on top of me, more than the other way around." 

you roll your eyes "I assure you that if I had had the space to move I would not have slept on you, you'll see it when we'll have a bed big enough to move."

he gives you a smirk, tilting his head back to smirk up at you. "oh yeah? and what if I want you to fall asleep on top of me?" he asks with a grin while sitting up.

"aw, you'll get over it" you peck his pout.

"Oh, I doubt it, I can be very clingy."

"I know that... so what do you think about this?" you bounce on the bed a few times to feel the softness under you.

He props himself up in his elbows, looking down at the bed as you jump on it. 

"I don't know... it's not soft enough"

you nod "I agree"

his gaze turns to a bed a couple of feet away.  "what about that one?" he asks, jerking his head slightly in the direction of the bed.

You stand up "let's try it, come on baby."

when two days later the bed you two have chosen is finally built in your house (in five hours because you and Stiles are not exactly born to build things) you're more than exited to finally throw away that damn mattress and sleep at least a cm away from your boyfriend. 

Stiles flops back onto the bed, a sigh escaping his lips as he lets his body sink into the sheets and the comforter.  "God, this is paradise." he murmurs, his eyes closed and a content smile on his lips. "Look!" he says and proceeds to roll from one corner of the bed to the other. "You can roll over 4 times and a half!"

You giggle as you put on his shirt to sleep in, you only hope the bed is not gonna give up overnight, considering the fact that you and Stiles found three screws left out after finishing assembling it. "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it," he replies and pats the bed beside him. "come here." You comply and he immediately wraps his arms around waist when you slide beneath the covers next to him, tugging gently to drag you on top of him. "Mmm, much better" he murmurs and presses a kiss on your forehead.

"It is" you mumble "well, goodnight Sti'" you mutter before detaching from him to move on your side of the bed.

"wait wha- where are you going?" he asks with a slight frown as he sits on his elbows.

You turn your head to look at him "to sleep...?"

Stiles lets out a quiet sigh and rolls his eyes. "Be for real and get back here." he murmurs, reaching a hand out to tug on your wrist.

"no, no I have to show you I can sleep on my side if I have enough space."

Your boyfriend sighs disappointed before a smile appears on his face. "You know what? do as you wish" he says before kissing your cheek and laying down on his back again, you want to slap that stupid grin off his face. 

"thank you." you sass back and turn off the lamp on your bedside. 

You turn back to face him and curl on yourself, ignoring the snickers coming from your boyfriend and try to fall asleep... only to soon find out that the task is harder than expected. You move to lay on your back. Then on your side again. Then on your other side, but still nothing. 

Stiles' breath is becoming slower and deeper as the minutes pass and you envy him as he moves on his side towards you, deep asleep only 15 minutes after your conversation. 

How can he fall asleep so fast? 

As if to answer your question, from his mouth escapes a pair of soft snores and you huff annoyed, that's it, you're too tired to prove him right. 

You kneel next to him and push his right shoulder enough to make him fall on his back gently, he grunts in his sleep with a frown and you wait a few seconds until his expression relaxes again to continue with your plan. You take his left arm and stretch it out horizontally to carefully lay your head on his shoulder and to slot your body on his side, one of your legs finds its place between his as usual and your arm hugs his waist to you. 

You sigh in contempt as you feel his warmth under you and his scent under your nose... finally, a few minutes later, your eyes close sleepily and you shift even closer to him with a satisfied 'mh'. You don't pay attention when his arms move to wrap around you...

"I knew it."

"shut up." 

Through your eyes I see

A smile you bring to me

To your joy, I tether

When Stiles started to work at FBI everyone told him it was going to be hard, especially the first few years: with all the creepy criminal cases, the never ending paperwork, the unpaid overtime he does without realizing it because he is too immersed in the cases he was assigned and so on... He loves his job, of course. But he soon realized that his favorite part of the day is not when he's working... it's when his shift has ended and he opens the door of your shared apartment where you're probably in already waiting for him.

"Babe I'm ho- oh, you're here...?" he says with a confused frown, placing his backpack down and simultaneously loosing the tie on his neck. 

"Hi baby" you kiss his lips and move his hands away to untie it yourself, more to keep your nervous hands occupied than to actually help him "how was your day?" you ask and when he tries to move into the house you block his way again.

"it was good... and yours?" he asks and you nod with pursued lips, your eyes avoids his and focus on his neck to unbutton the shirt "mhmh, good". 

Stiles narrows his eyes at you suspiciously. "What did you do?" He asks you with a small smirk, letting you unbutton his shirt but still trying to go a few steps more into the house.

You scoff "why are you assuming I did something?" you ask.

He scoffs right back at you in return but still gives you a small smirk, his hands rest on your hips to squeeze them "because you're literally stopping me from coming in, clearly nervous and suspiciously fidgeting with my shirt to avoid my eyes" he lists, his hands sliding a little farther down to slip in the pockets of your jeans.

"you're a really great detective, aren't you?" you ask trying to change the subject. 

Stiles chuckles and leans closer to you to get a good look at your flustered face "you're dodging the question and I still want an answer"

You sigh and throw your arms around his neck to hug him "Stiles, promise you won't get mad" you beg him.

"Should I be worried?" he asks and before he can have the chance to hug you back you break the hug. 

"No, no I mean- its not something bad, its cute... yeah its cute" you smile encouragingly, maybe more at yourself than at him. 

"ok, now I'm confused" he sighs and lets go of you.

"maybe I should just show you" you grab his hand and guide him to the living room. He scans the room to see if there's anything different but it doesn't seem to be anything wrong at first glance. 

You let go of his hand to walk behind the back of the couch and lean down "I don't see anyth-" he hears a loud meow "-oh..." he says when you raise again: in your arms comfortably lays a small white kitten with bright blue eyes.

"I know we just moved in and that we said we're not ready for a pet... but she was in the streets alone and I looked for her mom everywhere and she was cold and starving and... and I know you're more of a dog person but isn't she the cutest angel you've ever seen?" you caress her small head as you walk back towards him. "-And I know I should've talked to you about it earlier but my heart couldn't let her there" you look down at the kitten. 

He sighs and meets you halfway "baby... we just moved in..." you nod ands whisper a small 'I know', you can feel tears prickling in your eyes. 

"And taking care of a cat is expensive..." you nod again, already giving up the idea of keeping her and call a friend you know would love to have her. Both his hands rub the face of the kitten and she immediately starts to purr "so how did you name her?" he asks and your face light up immediately, you look at him with big, wide eyes.

"really?! can we keep her?!" you ask with a higher pitch voice than normal.

"of course we ca-" your lips smash against his lips repeatedly and he smiles while trying to reciprocate them. 

"what- did I do- to deserve you?" you ask between the kisses and he hums in content at the love you're giving him. 

He shakes his head and gives you one last gentle kiss on your lips before moving back a little to look down at the bundle of fur you hold in your arms "what's her name?" he asks.

"Marie" you say proudly while giving her to him.

He raises an eyebrow at you, looking at you with a soft, but teasing smile "wasn't that one of the names for our future baby?" he asks and slowly starts to walk backwards towards the couch, Marie purring all the while in his arms.

"It is! and... her mom is Duchess" he looks back at you, the smile on his face turns into a frown. 

"Excuse me, what?" You grimace at his expression and run into the bedroom to come out of it seconds later with a sheepish smile on your face and another white, bigger cat in your arms. "Oh baby... no" he says throwing his head back against the cushions, Marie climbs unbothered on his chest. He groans and looks up at you, a pout on his face and a very clearly annoyed expression "two? really?!" he asks but still caress the white fur of Marie, his eyes never leaving her mom's same fur. 

"they're a family! we cannot separate them, and she will take care of her own baby, so technically we'll take care of Duchess and she'll take care of Marie!" you sit next to him "and the vet said they're both as healthy as they can be, just sightly starved, he said they were probably abandoned not too long ago" you explain while Duchess sniffs her baby in your boyfriends arms.

"are you seriously trying to guilt-tripping me into keeping them?!" he asks and you bite your lips guiltily and an hopeful expression on your face.

"is it working?" Duchess walks out of your arms and towards your boyfriend's lap.

He sighs again "yeah, yeah it is" he answers making you smile lovingly at him, how could you be so lucky. Your boyfriend shakes his head in disbelief, but the smile betrays him right away "did you really call them after the Aristocats? wait- were you planning on calling our future daughter after Marie from the Aristocats?" 

"well, they're both, girls, white and cute, how could I not?" you answer and decide to ignore his second question, what's wrong with naming your kid after a cat anyway?

"well, I guess it checks out" he says, his hands are still caressing Marie and Duchess but his eyes are not leaving yours "you're lucky I love you, you know?"

"I know, and I love you too" you say kissing his cheek "soooo?" you ask anxiously.

Your boyfriend looks back at the two cats on his lap. "fuck... okay, we'll keep them" he says and in response you throw your arms around his neck to pepper his cheek with sweet kisses. He basks into your kisses just as pleased as before, the cats making themselves comfortable on his legs "but we're not getting anymore, understood?" 

"ooor we could look for-"

"absolutely not." he says firmly.

"but you didn't even let me finish!" you protest.

He light scolds you with his eyes "is your plan to get two more kittens, one orange and one black, to call them Toulouse and Berlioz so you can make the whole Aristocats family?" he asks.

You open your mouth in shock, he knows you too well. "see? you're wrong, that's not what I was going to say at all." you lie.

He gives you a knowing smirk and raises his eyebrows at you "oh yeah? And what were you going to say, then?" he asks with raised eyebrows and a fake surprised tone in his voice.

"...I hate you" you huff while sitting down next to him, Stiles opens his arm when he sees you move and you lay your head on his shoulder, his arm rests around your shoulders and you hug his waist.

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. "What? You just told me you love me".

"I didn't know the real you a minute ago." you sigh.

"yeah right... I love you too, baby" he says as he rubs your back under your shirt in the way he knows you love "but if I see another cat in this house..." he threatens and you raise your head to look at him.

"what will you do?" you taunt him.

Stiles smiles like he already won "I'll kick you out." 

You gasp in fake shock "you would never!" 

"yeah? try me."

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Hey! Not a question but I just wanted to say how much I love your work. It really is different from other Mike Faist fics and I think that you rlly make my day whenever u post😊. Just thought u should know that!!

you just made my day, thank you so much for your kind comment! I'm really happy you enjoy my fics, I appreciate that a lot 🩷

girl why asking for requests if you r not gonna follow them or write other stories that were not requested. it's not that hard

I don't know if you made a request for a story but if so I'm genuinely sorry if I didn't follow your request. But most of the requests I get are vague: like the one for the second part of "naps and forgetfullness", the fic inspired by "not a lot, just forever" or the "Stiles x mermaid! reader" (which is still in the inbox but I swear I'll write it). And that's absolutely fine! I love when people send me requests for stories or second parts, whether they are specific or just ideas, but if I'm not given precise details I have to make them up on my own because, unfortunately, I can't read minds yet.

If there's a story you asked me to write and that I didn't write well you can make another request with the details you'd prefer to read and I'll try to do it again.

what I wouldn't do to go back to my army era in 2017 😭