@FTWLEH
"Come on! How are you so good?" The two of you sat on his bedroom floor, playing his new video game. You'd beaten him every round so far, to his surprise, of course. "I'm not good, You just suck." You laugh and he grabs your hands, pinning you to the floor. He moves his hand slowly down your body and starts to tickle your sides. You squirm under him, laughing as he digs his finger deeper into your waist. "Liam, Liam! I can't breath."
He laughs and sits back, allowing you to sit up. "I almost peed my pants, Jerk." You smile and whack his shoulder before running to the washroom. As you enter the washroom connected to his bedroom, you hear your phone ding, someone had sent you a text.
Liam grabs your phone and shouts the message to you, " 'Hey, I had so much fun last night! Glad we could catch up.' And then there's a wink after. Who's Jake?" You open the door after washing your hands and flick the water from your fingertips at him. "I don't know a Jake."
"Well, he sure seems to know you." He tosses your phone on the bed so you can read it. You shrug and delete the message, "He sent it to the wrong number. So, do you want to play again? I'll go easy on you this time." You sit on the floor next to him and lean in to kiss his cheek but he pulls away. He was clearly upset and didn't believe you.
"Just tell me the truth, who is Jake?" You watched as he clenched his jaw and balled his fists. He would never hurt you but it scared you when he was angry. You knew exactly what he was capable of and tried your best to calm him down. "Liam, look at me." You shift your body to sit in front of him and gently place your hand on his cheek. " I promise, he sent the message to the wrong number. I don't know anyone named Jake." He looks up, his eyes meet your gaze and his face softens. You see his hands relax and he leans forward, his head falls into your chest.
"I'm sorry. My mind just kept going to the worst place." You run your fingers through his hair, "It's okay. You don't need to apologize."
He sits up and presses his lips to yours. "I love you."
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Teen wolf imagines
Fanfictionim.ag.i.na.tion iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. "she'd never been blessed with a vivid imagination"
