he looks so smug after he asks

Our bed

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Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Words: 336

Light drifted from the windows into your eyes, waking you up from your deep sleep. Yawning quietly, you stretched your limbs as far as they would go. “Hey!” you heard loud flail and a thump on the ground “(Y/N)!” “Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?” Your face grew a blush as you remembered that Stiles had stayed the night after your movie marathons. You laughed as he got back in your bed and settled back down next to you. His eyes closed, but a small smile played on his smug lips. “What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’ You asked me to be here.” His hair was all fluffy and messy. You loved how he looked in the morning, he was so real and relaxed. It was a nice break from seeing him hunched over his board with his eyebrows furrowed. “I did not!” You bit back a grin as he opened one of his eyes. “That’s not what you said last night, as I recall you said ‘Please Stiles, stay. You’re my one and only, oh Stiiiles!” He sang his name, “Then I forget what happened after because you got all sappy on me. Started crying even, and now you’ve shoved me off our bed!” Shock evaded you as you stared at him with an open mouth. “Stiles! It’s my bed!” You laughed and hit him with one of the pillows. “Hey! Don’t hit me. I speak the truth. And.. Our bed.” “Stiles!” The corners of his mouth turned into the smile you cherished. He quickly moved, his arms grabbed your waist and dragged you down into the warm sheets, flipping the cover back on you two. His laugh flooded the room as you gasped loudly. When finally got settled back down into your… shared bed. “So, is it true?” Stiles spoke out, running his fingers through your soft hair. “Hm?” Fingers intertwining with his fitting like a puzzle, “Am I your one and only?” You pecked his lips once making him blush a dark shade. “You wish. Stiles.” “Hey!”


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“We were watching in like our own little area because they had to do Talking Dead right after. So I was sitting there with all of them knowing, and we get to that part, and I just like…died,” You told the woman interviewing you. “I just sort of like turned to him with tears running down my face and he had a smug-ish look on his face. I just wanted to punch him.”
“And you had no prior knowledge of this?” She asked you.
“No, none at all, he refused to tell me anything. I even tried bribing him,” You said, laughing a bit.

|Not My Gif|

Imagine: post-reveal situation where Marinette and Adrien sneak into the same closet at school to hide before they transform back after an akuma attack. Marinette comes back to the classroom first, looking disheveled, but mostly put together. Adrien, however, just saunters in with a goofy, happy face before taking his seat next to Nino. It isn’t until everyone is in their seats that a smug Nino asks what shade of lip gloss Adrien is wearing on his lips and why it looks oh so familiar. Adrien, thinking fast, says it’s a shade that he liked that he’s modeled in a photo shoot before and Marinette and Adrien think they are in the clear. That is, until Nino suggests that Adrien work on his aim a bit because the lip gloss is all over his neck, too.

Hearts Wide Open

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Part 7 - Fireworks

Master List

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,417
Warnings: none? language probably
A/N: I’m not used to there being this much fluff so many chapters in a row hahaha. Anyway, feedback is super cool :)

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Triptych ; Chapter Seventeen

WHOA IT’S HERE AFTER 2 WEEKS OF WAITING! Like always, the post that I used to help me write this story is right here! The other chapters are linked below!

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve| Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen |

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Without waiting for your response, he floored the gas. speeding off to who knows where. As he drove, he kept a smug smile on his face, looking back at you in the rearview mirror every now and then.

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