your laugh

anonymous asked:

babe i'm not a native english speaker can you pls write it what jeremy said in that video i didn't understand anything lmao

long transcript:

fan: i’m your boyfriend

jeremy: oh - oh! okay!

fan: (laughs) really? 

jeremy: i mean i - i don’t know! i mean, are you? i don’t know, i don’t know (smiles)

fan: the internet ships keith and lance like nothing else

jeremy: (laughs) that i DO know. uhhhm, so here’s what we’re gonna do: so you’re going to be playing keith in this scene, as you know. uhh, and you’re gonna hear 3 beeps that go beep, beep, beep, and that’s where your first line is. second is my line, then next line is this, so you’re just gonna be watching, uhh, your character. obviously, you know who the character is so, you know - your boy. watch him on screen. here we go

fan: and your boy

jeremy: (smiles) yeah

fan: (laughs)

[3 beeps and they start keith and lance’s “saving shiro” scene in episode one]

jeremy: NIIIIIICE, good stuff! would you like me to sign some of your, uhh, voltron stuff here?

short transcript:

jeremy: lauren if you’re listening i just told everyone klance is fucking canon 

anonymous asked:

hi , could you do a yoongi smut where he is your best friend and you ask him to teach you how to give a bj? ( thanks and sorry for my bad english 🇦🇷)😘

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Lessons:

You sat there chewing on the stick of the sucker you had just finished devouring. Your eyes flickered from the screen, to Yoongi’s face, to the dials on the remote control back to Yoongi’s lips. His fingers, his slender frame lounging on the couch next to yours. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks the more you looked at him. Sometimes you even played it off, acting like you were staring at the TV but you were really checking him out from the corner of your eye. You lifted an eyebrow noticing how he was huffing and puffing next to you a light scowl dancing on his lips as he combed through his blonde locks.

“Is something the matter?” You asked as the silence became too much, the tension in the room soon getting thick.

“Yes. I think you could help me solve it.” Yoongi replied smartly turning to face you. His dark eyes narrowed as your eyes met his and you could feel your heart drop into your stomach.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Yoongi questioned and your eyes opened wide.

“I’m-“

“I swear to god Y/N if you say you weren’t staring at me I’m going to leave.” Yoongi was being a bit stern but you could see under the facade of his tough boy act. Still, you didn’t want to upset him you guys were best friends after all and he scolded you like his other friends but his actions to make you apologize are sometimes a bit worse than what he does to the other six. Sighing, you nodded shifting to face him in your seat letting the sucker stick press against the inside of your jaw.

“I wanted to ask for your help with something.” You started slowly and when you could see it in his eyes that he was encouraging you to go on you sighed jutting out your lower lip. “Can you teach me how to blow you?” You asked softly and Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows.

“Blow me?” He repeated, and you nodded feeling your face become warm from embarrassment as you pressed on.

“Yes, blow you, like you know give you head? Suck your dick?” You stated and Yoongi frowned standing up.

“If you’re going to talk nonsense I’m going home.” He stated, and you rolled your eyes reaching for his wrist to pull him back down beside you. After a few minutes of lazy tug and war he let you win with a groan sitting back down beside you.

“I’m serious Yoongi. I really need your help with this.” You whined softly still tugging on his wrist.

“Why do you want to do that? And why me? Is it because you like me?” He teased wiggling his eyebrows and you slapped at his arm. Yes, you liked him as your best friend, but you wouldn’t dare let him feed into that too much.

“Shut up asshole. Here is the thing, lately whenever I give head it’s like I’m not pleasing my partner anymore. I mean he does cum but now it takes longer, and his eyes doesn’t roll the way it used to. I think I’m going soft and I know you’re a very picky person so if you could teach me then maybe it could work on him?” You mused rubbing up and down Yoongi’s arm trying to coax him.

“A dick is a dick.”

“A mouth is a mouth.” You countered as he paused and gave you an incredulous look.

“How do you know he will even like what I like?” Yoongi questioned you and that did stomp you.

“Well I don’t-“

“Okay well case closed.” Yoongi stated and you could feel your anger rising inside. Giving a light frustrated yell, you stood up grabbing at your belongings.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi asked grabbing on your pants leg as you tried to move away from the couch.

“If you’re not going to help me I’m going to ask Taehyung.” You lightly shook your leg to pry his fingers off, but his grip tightened at your words.

“How do you know Taehyung wouldn’t say the same thing?” Yoongi asked and you smiled.

“Taehyung likes oral as much as I do.” You chirped and Yoongi managed to wrestle you back down on the couch.

“You both need to calm down with that, sex is addicting.”

“A dick is a dick.” You repeated batting your eyelashes.

“I like oral too.” Yoongi said next almost pouting and you had to try your hardest to not laugh as you pushed at his chin lightly.

“But you didn’t want my oral so what’s the problem?” You asked and Yoongi tilted his head.

“I don’t want my best friend slobbering all over Taehyung. He would never shut up about it. Besides, I’m more experienced.” Yoongi gloated wiggling his eyebrows.

“Experienced and single.” You gave him a deadpan stare that he matched.

“If I had a girlfriend or if Taehyung did then what would that make you? You wouldn’t even be able to live out your little fantasy.” He pinched your nose pulling back which you followed with soft whimpers slapping at his hand.

“Are you going to help me or not?” You asked and Yoongi gave a mischievous smirk.

“Does your eyes roll back when he eats you out?” Yoongi asked and it took you a moment to think about it. But the more you did the more you felt confused.

“Not.. Lately.” You admitted and Yoongi hummed grabbing at your phone and things to put them back on your table.

“How about this. I’ll show you how to give head, a few tricks that should make any man come undone. Or at least the ones I know, because we talk about this. And in return you can show me how you liked to be eaten out.” Yoongi gave a sweet smile and your heart rate sped up as he watched you.

“But why me? I am fine with what he gives me!” You lied, it was horrible, but you couldn’t let your best friend eat you out.

“A mouth is a mouth?” He questioned, and you narrowed your eyes gritting your teeth at the shit eating grin plastered across his face.

“Fine asshole.” You mumbled and Yoongi chuckled sitting back down beside you, grabbing at your hand he tugged lightly.

“Good now on your knees.” He commanded softly. You didn’t expect this too move so quickly, you suddenly felt like a little lamb in a lion’s den, but you knew that it was too late for you to try to back down now. Once you provoke someone, especially Yoongi he expects you to keep your word. You slid down off the couch and stationed yourself on your knees as Yoongi opened his legs for you. He was staring at you with dark eyes, waiting for you as his legs softly rocked out and in. “Well?” He questioned, and you lifted an eyebrow questioning him. “Dammit, y/n. Do I have to do this as well too? I need you to pull my dick out. Get me hard, do something, if you can.” Yoongi taunted and you felt insulted slightly, but you couldn’t help but laugh because of his rude ass mouth. Biting on your lip, your moved your hands to trail up his jean cladded thighs, immediately you could feel his body become rigid, but he tried to appear relaxed.

Your hands gripped at his zipper and button, your eyes locked on his as you pressed the palm of your hand down against his soft bulge rubbing it up and down. Your eyes cast downward as you became nervous and almost too concentrated on his bulge, keeping your eyes stationed on it. Yoongi gave a soft chuckle leaning over to grip at your chin he looked in your eyes. “Baby it’s a dick, not a magic trick. Don’t be so quick, take your time. Feel me.” He stopped your hand rolling his hips up instead as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Try making out with him next time. Let him feel his tongue against yours, and those soft lips. He will become worked up thinking about what they will do to him.” Yoongi muttered softly pressing closer to you. The blood was rushing every where in your body, you felt light headed and you had both barely started. The smell of Yoongi’s hint of cologne hit your senses as he invaded your space. His lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss that you were eager to deepen. “Slow, down.” Yoongi groaned against your lips gripping tightly at your wrist. It was hard for you to be patient and take things slow, but letting him have his way, you let Yoongi take the lead moving your lips against his softer ones. He deepened the kiss molding your lips together starting to nibble and suck lightly on your top lip. You started to bite onto his plump lower lip flicking your tongue across the expanse of his flesh before pulling it in your mouth to suck on it. You could feel him twitch inside of his pants a soft groan leaving his lips as your fingers started to grope him through his pants. Yoongi removed his hand to instead cup your cheek to deepen the kiss. He asked you for entrance which you granted parting your lips to let his tongue dance against yours. The kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue taking the lead and dominating the kiss while your hand worked on stroking the outline of his hardening member through the confines of his pants. His breath was becoming quicker, his movements a bit rough as he explored your mouth. Yoongi tasted every inch of your warm cavern that he could, his fingers gripping at your hair before he pulled back to look down at your hand stroking the outline of his cock, your fingertips pressing into his clothed bulge.

“Good job, you’re half way there.” He taunted, and you wanted to push him back so bad, but you let him have his fun. Your hands moved back towards his button and you undid it, but he slapped at your hand once you grabbed for his zipper. “It won’t work all the time, but use your mouth. When you do it on a rare setting it will almost make him explode. Patience.” You leaned forward bracing yourself on your knees, looking up at him your teeth gripped onto the silver zipper pulling it down slowly. You felt sheepish under his gaze, so you tried to avoid it, but he once again gripped at your chin making you look up at him. “Eye contact. Don’t be afraid to look at him. He’s your lover, right? Let him know just how much he knows you. How exposed you are even on your knees. If he can find some pleasure in your eyes, he will love it even more.” You found it great and all but considering Yoongi wasn’t your lover and you realized for the first time that maybe this idea was not so good. Your hands grabbed at Yoongi’s hips and you pulled down his pants as well, not really surprised that he didn’t have on boxers underneath his pants.

Yoongi helped you kick off his pants, and he sat there waiting for you. Your eyes trailed over his naked lower half and back up towards his shaft. It was resting against his lower stomach, hard and red. You could see his veins popping out, the length was impressive you had to admit. He looked heavy, he looked hard and from the way it twitched and jumped your mouth couldn’t help but water at thinking about how it would feel. Yoongi wouldn’t say anything to you about it, but seeing how hungry you were for his cock made something stir inside of him. The more you stared the more he wanted to grip at your hair and face fuck you, but he had to be patient and let you take the lead. It felt like eternity but the moment you gripped onto his cock he released a soft sigh settling back against the seat. Your hand moved to grip at his thick girth. Pumping the expanse of his dick up and down, you darted your tongue out against your lower lip trying to follow his advice and take your time. Your hand was testing out how hard you should grip at his shaft, you leaned forward to swipe your tongue against the tip of his shaft, flicking it against the expanse of his head. You let it dance around the tip before sliding down the sides of his cock and back up. Coating him with light spit it made pumping him easier, your eyes trained on his pulsing cock, the soft oozing of his precum. Yoongi had dark eyes, nibbling on his own lips as his breath picked up he saw you about to take him into your mouth and he shook his head grabbing at your locks.

“Tease me. Play with me. Use your tongue before you bob your head. I want you to rile me up.” Yoongi let his fingers comb through your hair and you let your hand wrap around the base of his cock. Nodding your head, you let your tongue flick up and down against his flesh. You took your time trace over every vein you could find, letting your spit coat his whole member. Your lips pressed against different parts of his cock. You let your tongue roam around the bottom of his cock against the base of his shaft, your tongue drifting up against his tip again. You gave Yoongi one look and took his soft nod of his head, your mouth opened wide to wrap around the top sucking on his head, your tongue flicked roughly up and down his slit, flattening to lap up all his sweetness. Your mouth lowered onto his cock taking every inch of it until you couldn’t fit anymore comfortably. You were bobbing your head at a slow pace, letting your tongue flatten so that your mouth could wrap snugly around him. Making soft slurping noises to suck up the excess spit, your hand pumped what your mouth couldn’t reach. Yoongi let you take control and feel him out, his legs spreading wider, he was catching flickers of your gaze lingering on his face. He chuckled deeply as his fingers tightened into your locks and he coaxed you farther down his shaft.

“Go down, get that dick nice and wet princess.” He urged in a rough voice. You didn’t know what provoked you to do this, but you moaned, you moaned at how he commanded you. “Is that so?” Yoongi mused out loud pushing your head down more. “Someone likes dirty talking. Fuck- keep moaning on my dick. You like having it shoved in your mouth, don’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised if you fantasized that it was my dick instead of his in your fucking mouth you slut. I saw how you were staring at it, that weight feels really good against your tongue doesn’t it, y/n?” You were squeezing your legs together the more he talked, you moaned more around his shaft, hearing the suck of air he took as you moved to bob your head at a faster pace. Your eyes shut, and you tried to change your focus on something else so that you wouldn’t have a wet spot in your panties later. “Fucking look at me.” Yoongi ordered gripping tightly at your hair. Your eyes flew open and Yoongi saw all he needed to know. The submissiveness, the sheer want and need from your eyes. The hidden lust that was just begging for his attention. “Such a slut.” Yoongi slapped your hand away from his shaft and moved towards the end of the couch. You adjusted your body for him, but he held your head in place looking down at you with a cocky smirk. “You know why he can’t get satisfaction from you?” Yoongi asked as he started to thrust his hips up into your mouth, pushing himself down your throat as he watched you. His place slow and the grip on your head told you to stay still.  Your heart was pounding against your ears and chest, but you willed yourself to listen to him because fuck he was turning you on so bad right now. “He can’t get it because he’s letting you do all the fucking work. All you want is someone to take control and dominate you like the submissive girl you are. Isn’t that right? I bet if I called you kitten, you would cum in your panties untouched.” Yoongi started to watch your eyes flutter, he was loving this a bit more than he should have. He knew in the back of his mind there were going to be things you both needed to deal with but for right now, he was all for getting lost in his personal pleasure and dragging you down with him. His hips pushed up against your face as he roughly fucked it. His soft trimmed pubes brushing against your nose as he swirled his hips against your face causing choking sounds to erupt from your body. The more he snapped his hips up the more you choked but you loved every minute of it. Your hands stationed themselves on his ankles as you let Yoongi take over. “Look at me, kitten.” Yoongi demanded and you did as he asked. “Look at how fucking ruined you are. I think you can do better. I need to feel your tongue, fight back. Let me see how much you want my cock shoved down your throat.” Your tongue flicked up and down his shaft slowly, swirling when you could and trying to find his most sensitive spots. “That’s right, fuck- so good baby keep it up.” Yoongi encouraged you once or twice before falling back silent. You felt special in a way, knowing him you didn’t think Yoongi was ever the type to be vocal during sex. The few times you stay with him and he brought people over the only thing you heard was a grunt when he climaxed. Of course, you thought because you were his best friend he wanted to encourage you as much as he could.

Yoongi moved to grip at your nose, cutting of your air as he slid his hips all the way forward resting deep inside of your throat. Feeling your throat tighten and heave against him was too much. His eyes rolled a bit and his mouth fell open as you fought to get yourself air. Yoongi pulled back letting you breathe as your body fell forward slightly. “Don’t give up, you’re doing so good, I’m almost there.” Yoongi slide his cock back inside of your mouth holding it in place before he ground his hips against your mouth. Tears were falling from the corner of your eyelids; your throat was burning and there was spit falling from the sides of your mouth and down your chin getting onto your clothes. Yoongi was moaning softly, trying to control himself but you could see that he was on cloud nine. He pulled back and sat down against the couch releasing your nose. Grabbing at the base of his wet dick he tapped it over your face. “Finish me off.”

You moved forward to press your tongue against his cock once again, but one thing he didn’t teach you about was his balls, and you wanted to explore that unknown territory to see what would happen. Your mouth latched onto his ball sack as your hand focused on stroking his cock as at a fast pace. Yoongi growled softly as he watched your dark eyes focus on his body. Your lips wrapping around each of his balls sucking them eagerly. You could feel them tighten against your tongue and you smirked, pressing your thumb nail into the slit of his cock. Feeling his throbbing become more you pulled back slapping his cock against your tongue, flicking it eagerly against his sensitive spot.

“Come on Yoongi. Cum for me and paint my face with your cum. I know you would love to see me be a truly ruined slut with your cum on my face.” You moaned playfully watching him as your hand squeezed tighter and moved faster. Yoongi didn’t protest much, trying to narrow his eyes as he stared into your, but it didn’t work. He was rolling his head back, his hips bucking against your hand in an erratic manner and sure enough he was painting your face with his cum. Whining softly as the warm cum painted your face, your tongue darted out to lick up what you could. His was sweet, a hint of bitterness but you would taste him again in a heartbeat if he asked. You wished you could see how his body was trembling against the couch, how white his knuckles must have been from grabbing anything to calm himself down. Yoongi felt his hips tremble and buck lightly as you stroked him past his orgasm.

“Stop- “He warned weakly moving your hand so that he wouldn’t be overstimulated. Yoongi watched you clean your face of his cum, he watched as you took your shirt off to continue to clean your face.

Yoongi moved to pull his pants up. He situated himself in his pants, standing over you. Yoongi watched you before he gave you another smile, patting on the couch and you tilted your head trying to catch your breath.

“You don’t think I’ve forgotten, do you? It’s my turn.” Yoongi grabbed at your wrist and though you were nervous willingly you went. Yoongi sat you on your ass, his hands spread your legs wide, looking at the wet spot between your shorts. He chuckled leaning forward to give kisses to your center before he discarded your bottoms looking in your eyes. “I hope you’re ready to leave him, because when I’m done with this pussy, it won’t even know his name.”

Time After Time

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Steve out.

Word Count: 4,447. (yikes, might want to grab a bowl of popcorn or feed your cat while reading this)

A/N: This is basically a remake of an old Peter Parker fic I wrote a while back, but of course I switched things up and improved it. Thanks to my pals @heaventide & @theassetseyeliner for being my betas. Hope you like! 

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Not my Jacket - Part 2 - S.P

Originally posted by howtoamuseacoolperson

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“Lovely Y/n, how nice to see you again”

Penny peabody smiled at you, a wicked grin on her face. He blonde hair was straightened to perfection, as her navy blazer was crisp. The woman looked at her with wild eyes.

“You know the deal. Join the serpents, pay off your debts, and your boyfriend-”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sorry” She sneered, “your friend, won’t get hurt”

You sighed;

“What do I have to do?”

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Mist (Sweet Pea X Reader)

Requested: “Hi can I get an imagine where you’re really tiny but SP is tall and it’s really cold and raining one day at the quarry. He gives you his jacket and you refuse, but he insists and Toni, Jug and Fangs tease you guys about it. He eventually drops you home and you guys end up watching the thunderstorm together. Thank you”

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“Hey, I love your blog. Please keep up the masterpieces! And could I please request Sweet Pea dating a short girl?”


You sat next to Toni on a log along with Fangs. Sweet Pea sat in a lawn chair on the other side of you and Jughead across from you in a lawn chair as well. You had a can of non-alcoholic beer in your hand which Toni brought a 6-pack of for you. Your grandfather died from his abuse of alcohol so you did your best to stay away from it but the taste of it was still good, and your friend knew that.

All of you sat together by yourselves but there were others there at the Quarry. Everyone having their own fun and hanging out, away from the city. Fangs was telling a story of the dumb things that him and Sweet Pea did when they were young.

Light rain fell upon all the Serpents, almost like a mist. It was getting late and some people started leaving especially because of the rain. But you guys stayed put, not letting rain ruin a good time.

A slight shiver fell down your back because you had a ripped short-sleeved band shirt on. Exposing more skin for the rain. Sweet Pea saw the shiver in the corner of his eye and whispered, “Do you need my jacket?”

You looked over with a smile and shook your head, “I’ll be fine, thanks Pea.” and another shiver fell down your back which caused Sweet Pea to take off his Serpent jacket and put it on your shoulders. Toni noticed what was going on and quickly got Jughead and Fangs to look at the two of you.

Before you could say thank you to Sweet Pea, a whistle came from Fangs. Your eyes widen at the noise and then you looked at Sweet Pea, then back at the others.

“She was cold so I gave her my jacket, calm down alright?” Sweet Pea said trying to stop the three from doing anything.

Too late.

“I KNEW IT!” Toni yelled out while Jughead began to sing Can You Feel The Love Tonight softly while Fangs sang back up, who has a lovely falsetto. Toni began going on and on about the all the things she saw that showed any signs of “love” between the two of you.

You couldn’t stop them so you laughed while your cheeks were turning pink. Sweet Pea’s anger grew until he saw your reaction and his tension quickly softened and he began to laugh.

“Alright, I think it’s time for us to go.” Sweet Pea spike up. When he said “us” you thought he was talking about him and Fangs since you came with Toni. He stood up and held out his hand for you. You took it with a smile and stood up, seeing how tall this boy is. You always knew he was taller, but when you stood so close to him, you felt so small, but also protected.

You waved goodbye to the gang as you walked next to Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea put his arm around your back and softly pulled you closer to him as you passed other Serpents.

“Where are we going?” You softly ask him. He smiles and replys, “I am just gonna take you home, you need a nice warm bath to warm you up so you don’t get a cold.” He wraps his jacket closer on to you which looks like a dress on you. “God, how do you make a leather jacket look so adorable?” He asks.

You are riding on his motorcycle to your house until you decide you don’t wanna leave Sweet Pea. “Let’s go to your house.” You yell out to him. He made the quickest turn around and headed toward his trailer. “Eager are we?” You say to which he responds by revving his engine.

Once you get there, he’s like mother to a sick baby. “Okay, I have some warmer clothes. Here is a blue long sleeve and black sweatpants. What are you doing standing? Come on, lay down.” He sits you down on the couch and pulls two blankets over you.

“Um…how am I supposed to change?” You ask with a giggle and his eyes widen. “Oh right!” He sets the clothes on the table. “I’ll be in my room.” He walks off and closes the door and you begin to dress into his clothes which smell like heaven and surprisingly, vanilla. You look into the reflection of the mirror and see that clothes look absolutely gigantic on you which caused you to laugh.

Sweet Pea peaks his head out, “What’s so funny?” He walks out and his eyes lighten when he sees you. He can put into words the how happy you are making him feel right now, so he shows it by pulling your hips to him and giving the most loving and softest kiss you’ve ever received.

He finally pulls away and picks you up bridal style and spins you around. “Alright, Y/N what would you like to do this fine evening?” Your eyes sparkle in his eyes and you giggle. “I just wanna be with you.”

The rest of the night you spend talking to each other while listening to the rain, that became a thunderstorm, crash on to the trailer. A calming sound that brings the both of you to a sound sleep in each other’s arms.

stronger ❖ jongin (5)

❝Can I kiss you?❞
❝Why are you asking?❞


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fluff, angst, dad!jongin au, ceo!jonging, daddy tbh, smut (in future/next chapter), age gap, if you don’t like, don’t read | velvet

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Two weeks had passed since you started working for Kim Jongin, the weather outside was getting colder and the Christmas vibe was starting to be more and more strong. All around Seoul people put their Christmas decorations, transforming the usually black and white city into a colorful flower. In your apartment building your neighbours hung their best lights, they even already did their Christmas tree and you started to pull out your decorations. Even the Kim’s Company adorned the building with beautiful red and white lights that looked very expensive.

We decorated a Christmas tree and❞ Taeoh jumped around you as you walked into the company building ❝and we saw a Christmas movie where Santa Claus, he put a gift under the tree

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let me be yours | | jjk

Originally posted by imaginesbts

Jeon JUNGKOOK | | let me be yours 

fluff, angst | jungkook x you, mentions of taehyung 

best friends!au

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 - “Just let me be yours.” 


“Aish… are you really that short?” Jungkook exclaims with a smirk on his face. He takes a step back from his bed, finding it hard not to laugh at the sight of his best friend trying to reach the lighting fixture.

Y/N frowns, holding the light bulb in her hand with a look of disapproval. “I’m almost the same height as Jimin.” You exaggerate, you had not been extremely close in height, but the shortest in Bangtan was the easiest justifcation for yourheart.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, climbing on the bed to stand up. “What’s your point, small fry?” He ruffles your hair with a laugh as he takes the lightbulb from your hand. You stare at him quietly for a moment and he merely smirks at you before looking away. He hopes you don’t know the pink flush on his cheeks. You do.

“I’m not that small. It’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall. You know, technically, you’re more of a product of evolution than I am. That means that you’re not as special as you ought to be.” you looks at him with an I-told-you-so expression on her face.Jungkook laughs, opting to roll his eyes at you in response. “Whatever that means, know-it-all.” He flicks her forehead with a laugh before reaching up to change the light. His hands are roughly two inches shy and Y/N can’t help but smirk in satisfaction.

“Looks like you can’t get it either, small fry.” you wink at him with a laugh.

Jungkook presses his tongue against his cheek before he giggles softly. “You won’t be saying that when I successfully change this lightbulb.” He pauses to wrap her arms around his waist. “Don’t make me fall or PD-nim will sue you for your retirement savings.”

“Of course not,” Y/N sarcastically replies with a laugh as you hold his waist tighter so he wouldn’t fall.

Jungkook chuckles to himself as he looks up, reaching and successfully unscrewing the first lightbulb. He passes her the non-functional one before quickly changing the other one. He gets on his tiptoes before he teeters off to the side.

“Oof!” Y/N groans as you fall on her back. Jungkook follows you through your fall since you had been holding him. As though an instinct, he wraps his arms around her head, as though protecting her.

The two pause, realizing they had only fallen onto Jungkook’s bed and not the floor and burst into laughter.

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed because of something so dumb.” Jungkook admits with a laugh as he lingers over you. You can see the way his pupils dilate as he stares down at you. He notices you were currently covering your face, hiding your smile as you laugh.

“Me either.” you reply with a giggle as your eyes finally met Jungkook’s.

Although Y/N kept laughing, Jungkook had stopped. He couldn’t get over how happy you looked. He wanted to memorize the way your eyes crinkled up and how annoying your laugh (but really entertaining) was. He stares into your eyes - did you feel what he was feeling?

“J-Jungkook?” you ask in between laughter as you stare up at him. You find it hard to focus on just one aspect of him, so you decide to take in all of him… you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him like this. Had it been last when you visited him for Chuseok? Or had it been the day of the bonfire from all those years ago? You couldn’t remember.

Jungkook stares down at you before hesitantly licking his lips. “Don’t say anything… just stay like this, okay?” he lingers over her with a nervous smile on his face. He had never been this close to a girl, ever. Sure, there had been his his stylists, but he would never change the notion of idol and stylist. They were already spoken for… but  Y/N? You weren’t anybody’s and that incited him.

“Jungkook…?” you asks, blinking up at him. Your voice shakes a little because you know this feeling.

Jungkook leans a little closer to you. His nose is barely skimming yours and he swears you can hear his heartbeat. Was he really doing this? “I-I don’t know what comes next.” He stammers.

“I don’t know either.” You whisper, trying to keep your voice level. You could tell Jungkook was nervous and that last thing you wanted was to do something either of them wouldn’t do if it had been another time. “Jungkook… what are we doing?”

Jungkook laughs softly - but his laughter is forced because oh my god, how could you not see what you were doing to him? “…I really want to kiss you… but I’m scared about what would happen if I do.”

“What..?” you ask, blinking.

He darkly chuckles at you, “Aigoo… what are you doing to me, Y/N-ah?”

“I-I don’t know,” Y/N replies, losing your resolve of being calm. How could you not when he looked at you like that? No one had ever looked at you like Jungkook had and you didn’t know how to feel about that… was this how it was supposed to feel? Love?

Jungkook steals a glance at your lips before deeply inhaling. “Aigoo…” He bluyous so hard that his nose is tinted slightly pink.

“Taehyung just rejected me…” Your voice is small and Jungkook fights the urge to reassure you that it had been three weeks since his hyung had rejected you that it had been three weeks of Jungkook trying to piece your heart back together. Three weeks since Jungkook made it his mission for you to see him as a man; and more importantly, a man for you.

“I don’t care… it’s his loss.” Jungkook hastily replies without thought. “… but let’s not talk about him, okay?” He opts to move to the side of you because god, how could he even think when you looked up at him like that? … Was that what Taehyung saw?

Y/N turns to face him. you chew on your lip before smiling at him. “Okay.”

“God, you say you’re  okay.” Jungkook says and you laughs softly at his words.

“You’re cute, Jungkookie.” you giggles softly as you reaches up to ruffle his hair. you yawns, rubbing her eyes. “I’m a little tired…” you yawns once more and so does Jungkook.

“Yawning’s contagious.” He blurts, and he blurts this because he has nothing else to say. How could someone be so adorable? The question burdens the both of them.  

Jungkook practically melts into your touch as he shifts so he can move closer to you. “Do you think you’ll be over hyung in time?” His voice is quiet. Though, he notes how your hand doesn’t go limp in his hair. Was that a good sign?

“I don’t think so…. I liked him a lot.” You admit with an equally small voice before you look at Jungkook. “But some crushes… no matter how beautiful they are, they have to be let go.”

Jungkook feels his heart jump at your words. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know…. but I think it’s better not to.” you admit and Jungkook laughs softly.

“You’re so confusing.” He opts to take your hand in his and he brings it to his lips. He leaves a chaste kiss on the back of it.

You smile, “The best people are.” you yawn once more. “I’m sleepy…” you rubs your arm as you stare back at Jungkook. You can see the hints of amber in his eyes. Were his eyes always so beautiful?

“You can sleep here,” Jungkook tells you with a soft laugh. He nervously puts his hand on the small of your back and you notice his nervousness. You wiggles your brows and he laughs at the simple actions. His nerves were flaring. “Is it that obvious?”

Y/N  giggles softly before you nod, “I think it’s cute.” You smile at him lopsidedly.

“Can we cuddle? I’ll be the big spoon.” Jungkook says with a hint of stars in his eyes.

The sentence makes a frown pull on Y/N’s mouth, and Jungkook notices; because of course he would always notice. “Okay,” you replies in a small voice before you smile at him. You roll over into his arms. “This is harmless, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes,” Jungkook stutters, feeling his cheeks flush. He decides to ignore soft her tummy is. Was that perverted? He didn’t know why, but it felt hypersensitive at the moment. He wraps his right arm around you loosely before pulling you close. He lets out a shaky breath and you have to bite your hand to keep from giggling.

“You’re so shy, it’s adorable.” you whisper as you take his arm and lightly bite on it. You blows a raspberry against his skin and Jungkook feels his cheeks flush more.

Jesus, he thinks to himself.

“Huh?” You ask with a tired voice as you take his fingers and entwines them with yours.

Aish, he thinks to himself. He must have said it aloud.

“Nothing…” Jungkook states with a blush on his cheeks. “Can we just stay like this forever?”

“Forever?” Your voice cuts in and Jungkook swears he has heard the voice of an angel. “Now, maybe.” You joke before Jungkook leans over to flick your forehead. “Of course…”

He closes his eyes and Jungkook’s grip around your waist tightens over so slightly. His heart thuds in his chest and he holds his breath, wondering if he should ask. “Y-Y/N.” He stammers out.

“Yes?” you ask, feeling your eyelids go heavy in Jungkook’s warm embrace.

He swallows deeply and his breath tickles your ear. “If I …. ever came to you…. please don’t push me away.” His voice is shaky and you feel your heart skip a beat at his words. “Please tell me that I can be yours…”

You swallow because you heard every word that he spoke. You feign sleep, hoping that you could push this conversation to another day. Because what Jungkook was asking you was far more than what the last fifteen years of your friendship ever entailed.

“I want to be your laughter and your sighs. I want to be who you pour your heart into at late night phone calls at two in the morning. I want to be the one you need a hug from when exams don’t go your way or the people at work push you to your wit’s end. I want to be your butterfly, I long for nothing more but to flyfor you  and be  everything that you ever wanted… I’d do all of this for you because you are all that I’ve ever needed.” Jungkook’s voice is shaky as he puyous a strand of hair from your cheek tenderly.

You can see that he is awaiting your answer.

You can almost feel the love that radiates through him to you. You know that look because that same look was you had when you looked at Kim Taehyung.


What would you say?

Therapeutic Stress Relief (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by bellamybalke

Anonymous ask: I have a Steve request!!! I was wondering if you could do a HC about Steve meeting a nice girl from school who is super positive and all sunshiny but she has anxiety problems and just how he helps her through!

UGH y'all my writing is so out of shape. Bare with meh. Also, I’m guessing HC means hoco (homecoming)? Let’s to this. 

WARNINGS: fluffy enough to kill you 

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You were alone. Your date had ditched you for some ditzy girl and your best friend got sick the night before.

So you were alone on the dance floor. Actually you weren’t permitted on the dance floor at the moment because it was a couple’s dance. You tried to act like it didn’t bother you, and in a way it didn’t, but you felt like a total loser just standing there.

You decided to get some punch and something to eat. When all else fails, food never does. It was like your life motto. Lame. But true as hell.

You were dishing out some punch when someone came up next to you. “You too?” He said.

You turned to see a ridiculously good looking guy with hair bigger and more loud than your future. Did he hide valuables in it? “Me too what?” You stuttered, still looking at his hair.

“You too as in no date,” he replied back, shrugged ever so slightly.

You grinned up at him and said, “Yeah. But at least there’s food am I right?”

A small smile crept up on the guy’s mouth. “Stmeve,” he murmured.

“What?” You blinked.

“What?”

“No no, what do you mean Stmeve?” You laughed, trying to make sense of this guy.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m Steve. My name IS Steve. Sorry. Shit,” he groaned, rolling his eyes and doing a face palm.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement. Was this guy nervous around you. “I’m Y/N!” You said cheerily, thrusting your hand out and taking his, shaking it vigorously.

Steve looked startled at your audacious move, but quickly shook back. “So what’d ya say we eat everything on this table?” Steve asked, a pleasant smile on his lips.

“Hell yeah!” You shouted, causing some kids to look at you with annoyance for startling their absolutely romantic dance of mushiness.

You started collecting foods on a plate, but Steve lingered a little, watching your every move. Then he snapped out of it and grabbed another plate doing the same thing.

Once the two of you got a bit of everything you sat down in a corner away from everyone else. “I’m surprised you’re not dancing and parting with some dude,” Steve said, balancing his food on his lap. The two of you had found a snug little place where you could observe everything but be hidden away for the most part.

“Why?” You asked, eating a piece of fruit. Your outstretched feet were touching Steve’s.

“Cuz you’re cute,” Steve said in a matter of fact way. He seemed so straight forward with whatever he said.

“Thanks,” you said blushing. Suddenly the tight space seemed awful warm to you. “Why aren’t you dancing?”

Steve shrugged. “Oh ya know,” Steve said airily, but it sounded like he was hiding something. Was he hiding it in his hair?

“You can tell me?” You said looking up at Steve. Your shoulders were pressed up against each other, and you could feel Steve tense up slightly.

“Here,” Steve said softly. “Try this.” He lifted a cookie to your mouth.

You laughed and tried it, teasing back, “You’re like a mom!”

Steve looked down in amusement at your bubbly happy face. “You have no idea,” he whispered quietly.

“Hm?” You asked, munching on the sweet treat.

“I said you have nice eyes,” Steve said with ease. Smooth. Smoooooth Steve. “You’re just so happy. I wish more people could be like you.”

You blinked. Your face crumpled slightly as you looked away from Steve. “Hey?” Steve murmured quietly. “Hey, did I say something wrong?”

You wiggle your foot around, letting it collide back and forth with his. “It’s just that… I’m not always this happy. I have serious…” You bit your lip. Why the hell were you telling all of this to a boy you had just met. But something about him made you feel like you could trust him.

The fact that he was respecting your space and not trying to be all over you, like most of the guys on the dance floor, or the fact that he seemed to have a more real look on life. You didn’t know what it was but you continued. “I suffer from anxiety,” you said in a low voice, tears starting to form. You looked at your food, big hot tears falling. Just talking about it made you feel overwhelmed.

Steve sat up slightly, looking at you with slight alarm, but not that kind of alarm as in uh oh gotta go now, but the caring kind of alarm. “How so?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I just… I don’t know, I get overwhelmed easily, I get nervous about small little things… Acting happy just helps me to mask some of the anxiety,” you said, wiping furiously at your face.

Steve was quiet for a second. Then he stood up. Great, now he hates you for crying and acting like a total moron. But what surprised you was Steve taking your hand and pulling you up gently. “What are we doing, Steve?” You sniffed. You stumbled slightly and saw Steve dragging you to the dance floor. “Oh, no no! I don’t think now is a good time!” You tried to get your hand out of Steve.

Panic started to flood you. For some reason you were feeling nervous about the dance floor, and especially since you looked like a hot mess. You were about to slap Steve for being such a jerk, but before you could, Steve pulled you close into his arms.

“Did you know that dancing is said to release anxiety?” Steve said gently, stroking your hair and holding you close.

Your head was tucked up against his chest. You pulled away a little, you were slightly confused, but you actually didn’t mind being cradled. “Is that true?” You giggled softly.

Steve tightened his hug around you, making you release an unexpected sigh of contentment. “No. But hugs are said to release stress,” Steve said back. “Look, I’m not going to say everything will be fine, that’s bullshit. But little things can help you through hell. Like hugs.”

You could hear Steve’s steady heart. You wrapped your arms around Steve, following his slow dance. “Thank you…” You said in a muffled tone against him.

Steve closed his eyes and rested his chin on your head. “I’ll stand by you.”

THE END!

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Are requests open?? If they are can you do a reaction where bts s/o speaks in their native language when they get really mad? Btw I really love your account :)


Jimin: *confused by the words that came out of your mouth*

“what did you say?” “I know you spoke in your native language… but I don’t really know much about the language” “princess, what did you say?” “did you cuss me out just now?”

Seokjin: *searched up what you just said in your native language and is not amused of what he found*

“princess… how dare you” “I am not a little bitch!” “I may be a bitch but I’m not little! you take that back right now!”

Hoseok: *upset that he doesn’t understand what you just said*

“why are you speaking your native language?” “you know I don’t understand you when you do that” “how would you feel if I speak a language you don’t understand to you huh?”

Jungkook: *faces the members and asks them what you just said*

“did you guys hear what my girlfriend just said?” “do you know what she said?” “she spoke in her native language so I didn’t understand her”

Yoongi: *knows you probably cussed him out in your native language*

“I don’t know what you said but since you’re mad, you probably cussed me out huh?” “see? I don’t understand but then I do understand” “so watch your language”

Taehyung: *assumes you said something nice in your native language*

“what did you say?” “did that mean ‘I love you’?”

You: *sarcastically*

“sure”

Taehyung: “aww I love you too jagiya”

Namjoon: “that’s cute” “you think I don’t know what you said?”

*speaks in your native language*

You: *shocked*

Namjoon: *laughs at your expression*

GOT7 when you're touching them under the table at a family dinner (M)

Lyly’s Note: It’s crazy, I had totally lost this imagine/reaction until somebody liked the now empty post on my old blog and I found it again thanks to old reblogs.

M A S T E R L I S T


JB

You feel Jaebum’s thigh muscles contract when you slyly touch the interior of his leg. You just want to get his attention, but he continues his boring business conversation with your father. Annoyed, you let your fingers climb until you reach his crotch and start to palm him. True to himself, he acts as if nothing is going on under the table, but his interventions scatter and he only opens his mouth when your father asks him direct questions. After a moment, you’re about to give up on getting his attention, but he wraps his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer and making your naughty teasing a lot easier to hide. When your mother is looking your way, he leans in with a good son’s smile and whispers to you: “I’m having a great time, we should visit your parents more often.” He makes sure she hears to show off what a great son in law he makes.

Originally posted by magiccastles

Jinyoung

As soon as your fingers touch the fabric of his jeans, your boyfriend turns his head to give you a side warning glance, while your mother carries on talking about the amazing book he recommended without noticing anything. Feeling adventurous and wanting to tease him, you slide your hand higher on Jinyoung’s thigh, but before you can reach your goal he grabs your wrist and stops you. When she leaves the room to bring a novel she wants him to read, he faces you with a judgmental look. “Tsk, I know it’s hard, but you should at least keep your hands to yourself when we’re in public.”

Originally posted by jj-prxject

Youngjae

You’re just innocently resting your hand on his leg while you’re telling your father about something bad that happened at work. “Well, maybe your colleague was right, hon'… You do talk an awful lot.” As soon as he says this, a small amused scoff escapes Youngjae. You shoot him an insulted look. Since you can’t take it out on your father, you decide to get revenge on your unsuspecting boyfriend instead. Afterall, he shouldn’t have laugh. You wait for him to take a sip of his drink and then delicately slide your hand all the way up to his crotch. Youngjae chokes on his water instantly. He’s coughing like crazy, ears bright red as he glares at you through the tears filling his eyes. Everyone at the table is focused on him and the look on his face is priceless; half-surprised, half-traumatized. “Oh babe, are you okay? Did it go down the wrong pipe?” You asks with playful concern.

Originally posted by gotpmgifs

Jackson

When Jackson finally sits next to you at the empty table, it’s only after playing pirates the whole day with your niece. Resting your head on his shoulder, you absentmindedly start to toy with the holes in his jeans. Without noticing much, you slide your fingers to his inner thigh. His eyebrows raise in interest and he smiles before whispering: “Well, I guess I haven’t played with you today…” Jackson’s fingers lace with yours and slide your hand way higher. You roll your eyes at his forwardness, but still press him and lean in to kiss his lips. His tongue slips in your mouth and his hand gets lost in your hair, turning the kiss into a passionate one. That’s the exact moment your mom chooses to enter the dining room. “Sorry kids, but can someone please help me set the table?” Jackson jumps on his feet screaming that he’s glad to be of some help. He turns to your mother and adds like in confidence: “Thank you, your daughter was trying to abuse of my body.” You drop your head in your hands embarrassed as your boyfriend’s loud laugh echoes your mom’s.

Originally posted by igotsxven

Bambam

It’s not that your sister in law is uninteresting. It’s just that your boyfriend is more interesting. You tell this to yourself as you exchange another side glance with Bambam, mentally shutting off her voice and wedding plans. Your right hand continues its misdemeanors under the table cloth, palming Bambam’s hardening length through his pants. He keeps a straight face, nodding along her conversation with your mother. Nobody even notices you aren’t listening, your brother and father have the exact same empty expression. You feel Bambam’s fingers tickle the soft skin between your thighs and you spread your legs allowing them to reach your already soaked panties. You suck in a breath a bit too loudly when he touches you and you have to drink a sip of water to try to cover it up. You’re so focused on the sensations and trying to look and breathe normally that you jump when you hear Bambam’s voice. “Hum, excuse me please. I need to go to the bathroom. Y/N, could you maybe show me the way?” You both stand up awkwardly and your father gives you a helpless look when you abandon him to the wedding talk. He probably thinks you’re trying to avoid bridezilla, when in reality… You just can’t wait to finish what you and Bambam started.

Originally posted by jypnior

Mark

Why the fuck did Mark Tuan thought it was appropriate to wear those tight pants tonight of all night. You glare at him until he turns to meet your eyes. His eyebrows raise, questioning you in silence. “Aren’t you hot?” You whisper for only him to hear while the conversations around carry on. His brows furrow. “No, I’m okay.” You press on. “Aren’t they too tight?” His jaw drops for a second, but he regains composure, half-smiles and turns to the rest of the table. He knows that you obsess over those pants and he’s having fun with it. You sure as hell aren’t going to be the only one uncomfortable tonight. Without hesitation, you start to massage his thigh going up. You know you have his attention, but he stares sternly in front of him. After a few strokes he leans in and whispers to you: “O.K, you need to make a smart choice or next dinner at my parents’ will take a dramatic turn.”

Originally posted by notsafeformaknaes

Yugyeom

You and you boyfriend always tease each other in public, it’s your thing. Your game. Yugyeom is so nervous in front of your family that you decide to take this opportunity to have the upper hand. You wait until everybody around the table is busy talking or simply focused on their food to start. Gently pressing your knee on the side of his leg, like you would do to calm his nervousness. Only, this time, you also slide your hand to his inner thigh. Gyeom visibly stiffens and you can’t even make another move before he grabs your wrist and hiss through his teeth. Your father looks up and asks if something is wrong, but your he just glares at you, ears tinted a light shade of pink. You know you’ll regret it later.

Originally posted by chichangyu

M A S T E R L I S T

Crushes (Stan Uris x Reader)

Originally posted by beep-beep-reddie

Request: Fictional kiss prompts with Stanley #3

3.Kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s

Authors note: They’re in high school during this by the way!! Feedback is appreciated!!


If someone would have told you what you were going to do tonight, you might of laughed, your face bright red, and denied it. Never in a million years, you might have said, secretly wishing it would happen.

You were currently sitting in Stan’s bed, trying to study for a big chemistry test coming up. Stan was sitting next to you, staring blankly at his textbook. You could tell something was on his mind, he had been staring at the same page for over fifteen minutes now. You place your hand over the open book, covering most of the words.

Stan’s gaze moved from the book to your eyes, his brows furrow. His confused face makes you laugh, as you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask him curiously, a soft smile playing on your lips.

He shakes his head, eyes peering into yours. He doesn’t answer right away, just holds eye contact with you, your brows knit together and you open your mouth to ask him again but he cuts you off.

“I, uh, thinking about… chemistry.” He breaks eye contact with you, turning away as his face goes red.

Your head tilts to the side, a frown appears on your face. You place your hand on top of Stan’s.

“Stan, whats up? You know you can talk to me.” You hear him let out a breathy laugh, he raises his head and looks at you.

“Y/N, its nothing, i’m good. Just a little distracted is all. I just need to concentrate.” He sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself.

“Bullshit, you always tell me everything, why won’t you tell me this? Oh my gosh, do you not want to be friends anymore or something? Did i say something? Are you upset with me?” You mind was going a million miles per minute trying to figure out if you had said or done something to upset Stanley.

“No, no Y/N/N stop, you didn’t do anything.” He lets out a breath. “It’s just, that I…I like you.” His words are quiet, as he looks up at you.

His eyes dart back and forth between your own, your eyes dart down to his lips, only then do you notice how close you’ve gotten. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breathing heavy.

You look at him with a flushed face. His hand moves to hold the side of your face,moving some hair behind your ear. He brushes his lips against yours tentatively.

“Y/N/N…” You place your hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

He wanted confirmation, he wanted to know if you felt the same. You flirted with him relentlessly, having the biggest crush on him since fourth grade. You were speechless.

You press your lips against his, softly at first. His lips were soft and his body was warm. His hands move to your waist, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap. The kiss becomes more desperate, needy. Your body wanting to be even closer to him, even though your chest was already pressed against his.

You pull away, laughing as Stan stared at you with a funny look. You kiss him again, and again, making him laugh with you.

“So…”

“You wanna like, date or something?” you ask him nonchalantly.

“Yeah, yeah… I mean.” His face is red, a wide smile across his face. “Yeah.”

You laugh, flopping down on his bed, scooching over a bit so he can lay down next to you. You lay your head on his chest, tracing patterns across his stomach, wishing you could stay like this forever.

Aw look at you smirking so pretty and confident sweetheart, you think you’re in charge here, how cute! Ha, that’s adorable sugar but you’re wrong. You’re so wrong, because you see, you’re going to do whatever I tell you, however I tell you to do it. Because you’ll want to. So smirk sweetheart, smirk while lace my fingers around your neck, laugh all confident as I squeeze.

You’re sugar sweet and you’re so misguided. You rest your hands on my hips without even realising, you tip your head back because you think you want it. I squeeze tighter by measures, slowly, carefully, and you breathe shorter, sharper. Your smile starts to slip and you don’t even realise, your eyes start to glaze over and you don’t even know it.

Your chest heaves but I don’t pull my hands away, your lips fall open as you gasp for air but there’s none, nothing. What’s wrong sugar? Can’t get a breath? Let me kiss it better? Oh? Where’s that resistance? Where’s that dominance now sweetheart? Where could it have possibly gone?

Hmm, maybe you can tell me where it is if I loosen my grip, if I let you breathe. No? Nothing to say, only moans to give? Well, ha, that was expected and look at that, you’re not smirking anymore. No, you’re cheeks are flushed and you look a little drunk sweetheart, drunk on what? The oxygen or the submission? Can’t you say or wasn’t that enough to make a choice?

Well don’t you worry sugar, I’ll make sure you have more than enough experience to decide which you like more by the time I’m done with you. So go ahead, smirk at me again and see what I do next.

Heartbeats

Summary: Anchors are the humanity of werewolves. When Liam’s anchor left, he remained alone with his anger. But he didn’t know he was never completely alone.

Word count: 1729

Pairing: Liam x Reader

A/N: I had this in my drafts for a while and decided to post it. Because I’m stuck on a writer block for chapter 31 of We don’t believe what’s on TV. This is shorter than usual but full of fluff. And also my first Liam fic! Please, tell me what you thought of it!

Tag list: @multilovee @5sospoplikerock @rosecoloredshawn @mieczzyslaw @honeymoonmuke @fox-lau @sarcxstic-stilinski

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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