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            “Yeah, I’ll be there in a few!”  You spoke to your sister into the Bluetooth connected to your car, “Can’t wait to see the little guy.”

           “Telling me he wasn’t house trained would’ve been helpful,” You heard your sister mumble into the phone, “He peed everywhere, Y/n.”

           You rolled your eyes, “I’m sure that’s not––“

           “Everywhere.”

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It wasn’t the distance that scared her. She was scared of the idea that he’ll find someone better in between their distance apart.
—  This is killing me.

I remember this boy from my elementary school. 
He was really pretty, he looked just like a girl and he was really delicate and had a really kind smile despite the other kids were constantly making fun of him because he was abandoned by his mother. we’ve spent 5 years in the same classroom, but we barely ever spoke to each other. I was the little bookworm,extremely quiet girl that would have done anything to please the teachers. He never did his homeworks, was very loud, and he would do the exact opposite of what the teachers told him to do.
We had nothing in common,despite those moments we shared twice a week, when we had to eat at the school dining hall. We both didn’t like to eat much, and the food there was awful. But while the rest of the class, after finishing their meals, went back to the lessons, we had to stay there, alone, untill we would have finished everything that was in the plate. We would just sit there silently, staring at our unfinished scrambled eggs (but they tasted more like sawdust) untill we ate it out of frustation. 
I remember one day, outside was snowing and this time in front of us there was some of those disgusting fried sticks of fish. They were cold and looked really sad, I looked around me and the boy was crying. He didn’t really make any noise, the tears were just sliding down his cheeks while he was staring at the snow falling down outside the big windows. For a moment i felt really uncomfortable,like an intruder in his private life. I started crying too. He looked at me like he just woke up from a dream, dried his tears with the sleeves of his jumper, stood up, took my plate and throw it out the window. So i run over the window, and looked down shocked: our sticks of fish disappeared and just left some holes in the snow. For some reasons we found it really funny and burst out laughing holding our hands while we were still looking down the window. A teacher came in that moment, she gave us a mark for bad behaviour: “the two students throw their food out of the window and laughed while holding hands. They wouldn’t stop laughing when the teacher scold them ”. That was the first bad mark i’ve ever had in my life and also the first time i felt accepted just for who i was.
We never really spoke again after that day,but i still think about that boy sometimes…

GORLS

so i got way too excited about various things while watching this movie

Newt Scamander, to Jacob: …so, this is your occamy…

me, in the fourth row: My occamy? MY OCCAMY? Yes. Yes! I will love him and pet him and name him Quetzalcoatl-

Newt: …also, don’t pet them. Too many people try to steal their eggs. They will bite your fricking hand off.

me: …oh.

(Don’t) Touch Me Like That: A Rowaelin Short Story

So here’s the first winner of the survey many of you guys took. ***Warning: Does contain mature content*** in case you weren’t aware. I spent 3 MOTHER FRICKING DAYS ON THIS. I gave up sleep, put aside my homework, everything. So I hope you all like it!

Please like and reblog, and feel free to tell me what you thought! I really did spend a lot of time on this so it means more than you could imagine having people appreciate it and tell me how much they enjoyed it. Alright, this post is long enough as it is, ENJOY!

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Aelin again read over the letter she had received just yesterday. She had read it so many times that she had now memorized the words. And yet, it felt as if she still couldn’t comprehend them.

“Aelin?” Aedion asked quietly.

She didn’t turn to him as she said, “Rowan and I will set out for Fenharrow tonight. I want you and Lysandra to stay here and watch over the apartment. We don’t want Lorcan to pay an unexpected visit.” It was silent for a few moments, and Aelin could feel Aedion’s annoyance at not being chosen to accompany her rolling off him in waves, but even he was wise enough to not push Aelin at this time.

As much as she didn’t want to, she knew choosing Rowan to go with her was the wiser choice. She would much rather pick Aedion.

When the Queen of Terrasen finally turned to her cousin, he read all that and more in her eyes.

Aedion nodded, eyes somber as he murmured, “As you will it.”

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Aelin stuffed an extra cloak, a few pairs of pants, shirts, boots, and sweaters to keep out the winter chill into her pack before clasping it. She didn’t need to pack too much as she and Rowan shouldn’t be gone long and she certainly did not want the extra weight on her as they traveled.

Just as she was finishing strapping on her knives, blades, and other deadly weapons, she felt Rowan’s presence behind her. But she didn’t pause, instead choosing to grab a few more daggers and sheath them at her thighs.

“Are you ready to go?” His voice was cold, stilted.

Finally turning to him, Aelin couldn’t look him in the eyes as she said, “Let’s go.”

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They had been travelling for three days, and Aelin had still not spoken a word to him. She hadn’t really looked at him, spoken to him, or acknowledged his existence ever since—Ever since that day. When he had pushed her away.

“Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.”

Rowan shook his head as if to rid his mind of all the thoughts racing about in there. He hadn’t been able to stop replaying those moments before he had rejected her. How her eyes had seemed to glow with want, the warmth of her hand as she had caressed his tattoo…

And then the moments after. Hurt had flashed, unabashed and unexpected, on her face. He had hurt her. And then she had covered it up, made it seem like it was nothing but…He knew she was angry. He knew he had emotionally wounded her.

He knew all this…And yet he had yet to apologize for it.

“We’ll set camp here for the night.” Her voice cut through his thoughts. Rowan looked up, coming to the sudden realization that the sky was dark and now showcased thousands of stars winking down at them.

Rowan watched as Aelin hopped off her horse in one graceful, fluid motion before tying up the snow white mare as close to the peaceful river as she could. She stroked the horse as it drank deeply, and only left once she was certain the gentle beast was well taken care of.

The two of them silently set up their tents, and Aelin started a fire with no more than half a thought before she spoke to him again while she was rummaging through her pack. “I’m going to go freshen up in the river.”

And then she was gone again.

Rowan stared after her, only averting his gaze once he realized he could still see her as she began stripping off her clothes. He had not torn his gaze away fast enough to miss the maddening sight of the curve of her breasts as she had rid herself of her shirt.

His blood thrummed in his veins, forcing himself to close his eyes and take a few steadying breaths.

Gods, if he didn’t do something productive now, he’d end up joining her in that river.

And then lose his balls by her hand by doing so.

So the Fae Prince decided he’d go hunting so that they’d be able to eat something other than days old cheese and molding apples.

With his sheath strapped to his back and knives on every visible and invisible inch on him, Rowan set out.

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Insufferable bastard.

Rutting pain in my ass.

Aelin mentally swore at Rowan, cursing his very name to the pits.

It’s been days—days—since they last spoke to each other. And Rowan was so rutting proud, he wouldn’t even acknowledge her.

Granted, she was also paying as much attention to him as she would a spot of dirt on the street, but she couldn’t bring herself to so much as look at him while the aching in her chest was a constant companion.

No matter how many times she told herself that if he wasn’t interested in her like that, that it was his prerogative, she couldn’t help that feeling of rejection. Besides, Aelin thought as she rinsed her hair for the third time, how can I expect him to move on after losing his mate for gods’ sake? Aelin sighed. Of course she couldn’t expect him to move on so soon—if ever—from Lyria’s death. And it was selfish of her to do so.

A wave of guilt came crashing over her.

She’d apologize to him tonight. Make sure he knew that she understood, that she felt awful for blaming him for her misguided feelings. It was just that, for the first time since Sam, Aelin thought she had finally found someone who accepted her, who saw all her flaws and the monster she was, and cared for her despite it.

Perhaps Rowan did care for her, just not in the way she wished he did.

Aelin finished bathing and heaved herself out of the river.

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Once Aelin had finished dressing, she came to the camp to find that Rowan was ladling stew into a few bowls. She sniffed the air, swearing she could smell—Was that fresh bread?

She stopped at the edge of the camp, leaning against a nearby tree, arms crossed over her chest. “Well,” she said, being sure to sound mildly amused, “Who would have thought Rowan Whitethorn, famous Fae Prince Warrior, Death on Swift Wings, was also a chef?”

For a moment, Aelin was afraid he wasn’t going to respond to her. She was afraid that he was going to completely ignore her. And she knew that if he did that, if he were to truly not want anything to do with her anymore, then she’d endure it and put on a brave face, but—

But Rowan merely chuckled once and said, “Well are you good for anything other than running that mouth of yours?”

If things were like they used to be, she might have made some slightly inappropriate retort, but they were just now beginning to test the waters, and she did not want to screw up redeeming herself, so she only smiled slightly and came to sit across from him.

He passed her a bowl of the mouth-watering stew, still steaming, along with a piece of the fresh bread he had somehow gotten his hands on, and the two ate in comfortable silence for a while.

Finally, when her emotions were eating her up inside and she could no longer repress the words, she blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

Rowan stopped mid-bite. “For what?” He still wouldn’t look her in her eyes.

Aelin swallowed, but forced herself to continue. “For pushing your boundaries,” she said. “For crossing a line I didn’t mean to. And then blaming you for it. I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to—” she swallowed again. “I’m sorry.”

Rowan didn’t respond. He didn’t turn towards her, he didn’t speak, rutting hells—Aelin wasn’t even sure he was breathing.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Rowan turned towards her. Aelin was embarrassed at the way her pulse thrummed when he finally, finally, met her gaze. She was sure he could hear the pounding of her heart, the shallowness of her breathing.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he breathed. “I should have…handled it better. It just took me off guard.”

She didn’t know when it had started, but Aelin suddenly realized that tears were pooling in her eyes. Rowan, too, seemed to notice, and at the sight of them, he only opened his arms, beckoning her, and murmured, “Come here.”

She dropped her empty bowl with shaking hands before making her way over to him. Aelin had planned on sitting beside him, but Rowan scooped her up in his arms and set her down on his lap. So close, she could distinctly smell the pine and snow scent that was him.

Aelin rested her head on his shoulder, and Rowan pulled her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed again. “I’m so sorry, Rowan.”

A few heartbeats passed, and Rowan’s only response was, “I missed you, Fireheart.”

She refused to allow him to see how much those words affected her, so she laughed and retorted, “You mean you miss all of our comedic and playful banter?”

“Banter? Is that what you call it? I’d say arguing was a better fit.”

“And I’d say that me always being right and you being wrong whilst refusing to acknowledge it is an even better fit.”

And so they sat that way for a good remainder of the night, until Rowan complained that his legs were beginning to fall asleep due to Aelin’s heaviness—she had smacked him, playfully of course—and they had bid each other good night before retreating to their tents.

Aelin slept better that night than she had nights previous, but her tent still seemed to be too cold without her Fae Prince at her side

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Two more days of riding, and though things were still a bit tense between the two of them, Aelin and Rowan were talking to each other again. It was at the end of the second day that they had stumbled upon a small village. The village was welcoming and inviting, with red brick buildings and local shops, friendly people.

And most importantly, an inn.

“We can lodge here for the night,” Aelin said. She didn’t mind travelling, but she was tired of sleeping on the hard ground and bathing in creeks and rivers and eating nothing but cheese, apples, bread, and whatever game she and Rowan had hunted.The thought of sleeping in a bed was so appealing, she had to restrain herself from making her horse go faster just to reach the inn.

The inn was cozy and warm, with a tavern off to the right and teeming with people. Boisterous laughter and the scent of pumpkin and cinnamon greeted them upon arriving, and Rowan and Aelin quickly scanned the space before Rowan said, “I’m going to go check things out. You see about getting us a room to stay in for the night.” Before Aelin could protest, he was off.

Aelin strutted to the innkeeper’s desk, ringing the little bell there and feeling eyes on her coming from every which way. Her hand strayed to a knife hidden beneath her cloak, but she made sure that the silver gleamed menacingly and in plain view. If anyone dared to be a bit bold and try to steal from her, they were going to find themselves missing a few fingers—Or perhaps a whole rutting hand.

The innkeeper, a small, plump woman with dark hair and light eyes bustled out, wiping her hands on her skirt before cheerfully greeting Aelin.

“I’d like a room for the night please,” Aelin said. “And, with two beds,” she added as an afterthought. As much as she and Rowan were beginning to mend their relationship, she guessed he’d prefer to have a bed of his own.

“I’m sorry, Miss,” the innkeeper breathed, and Aelin steeled herself for the words she was sure to say next. “All of our two bed rooms are full. But, there is one room available. Mind you, it does only have one bed, but—”

Seeing that the woman was getting quite flustered, and perhaps a bit frightened at the sight of Aelin’s hand on her knife, Aelin politely interrupted, “It’s fine. We’ll take whatever you can offer us.” The woman nodded.

Upon paying the kind innkeeper and receiving the key from her, Aelin walked back to the tavern in search of Rowan.

Good gods, there were so many people! Aelin had to push her way through, scouting for the Fae Prince. It took her all of five minutes before she found him in the more dimly lit part of the tavern, his back to her.

A pretty, curly-haired woman was pressed against the wall, big brown eyes just gobbling up the sight of the muscular warrior. Aelin could not hear what they were saying over the roaring in her ears, but she watched on in silent horror as Rowan lowered his lips to her ear, eyes straying to her considerable-sized breasts. The woman’s eyes seemed to darken with lust, and her hand went to his chest, feeling the hard, corded muscle underneath his tunic.

Rowan flashed her a lazy smile, one so few people were graced to see, and when the woman nodded upon him whispering something else in her ear, Aelin could take no more of it.

Just as she was preparing to leave the tavern, her gaze met with that of the beautiful woman. She nodded in Aelin’s direction, and Rowan looked over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with her.

Aelin wasn’t sure what would happen next, didn’t know if Rowan would simply dismiss her or go after her, but she didn’t care to stick around and find out.

Faster than a bat out of hell, she rushed out of the tavern, up the stairs, and found the room they were to be staying in for the remainder of the night.

The room was small, but cozy. There was a small wardrobe tucked into the farthest right corner, a door that led to the bathing chambers, a small fireplace, and a table. A considerable sized bed with fresh linen took up much of the space, if you sat on it and looked out, you could view the beautiful violet snow-capped mountains that seemed to go on for an eternity.

Ten minutes passed, and Aelin could do nothing but stare out that window. That is, until the door opened, and pine and snow overtook the room. The air was instantly stale, and the mixture of awkwardness and anger was a tangible thing.

“There’s only one bed,” he said.

Aelin scoffed and faced him. He looked for all the world like he had done absolutely nothing wrong and had no idea why she was behaving like a lunatic. “I told them we needed two beds, you insufferable bastard. This is the only room they had available.” Swiftly, she began ridding herself of her weapons, her freezing cloak. “If you’ve got a problem with it, you’re welcome to sleep on the floor. Or even better, you can change into your hawk form and find a nice nest for lodging.”

Rowan was still stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he said, “That actually doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.”

Aelin shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Then by all means, go do it. Apparently, I’m such an detestable pain in your ass that you’d rather go warm some other harlot’s bed than share one with me for a night.”

And there it was.

Almost immediately, Aelin regretted the words, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

Rowan’s brows furrowed and he took a step closer. “Aelin—” She held up a hand, ceasing whatever words were about to come out of his mouth.

“It’s none of my business, Rowan, whom you decide to have relations with, I know. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Rowan was silent as she finished stripping off her weapons, setting them on the small, wooden bedside table before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

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Rowan was an idiot.

A ginormous, gods-damned rutting idiot.

He should have known, should have thought about how the sight of him flirting with another woman, no matter what the initiative, would have affected Aelin. Especially, especially considering what he’d told her just weeks before.

“Rowan,” she had breathed and slid her fingers down the side of his tattooed cheek and—

Impossibly fast, Rowan grabbed one wrist and then the other, yanking them away from his face and snarling softly.

He dropped her hands as if they were on fire, stepping away.

“Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.”

He had known, as soon as he had said the words, that he had hurt her in some foolish, unspeakable way.

And now…He could only imagine how it looked. That he would rather some random woman’s hands run all over him, rather share her bed, than be with Aelin for just one night.

The line between them had become so blurred once he had come to join her in Adarlan. It  was completely different between them in Wendlyn. They had fought and cried and laughed together. She had slept in his bed every night after she had nearly burnt herself out. And Rowan had not realized just how lonely he was until he would wake up in the middle of the night, hands searching for a girl who was not there. A girl who was half way across the continent, and had taken pieces of him with her.

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As Aelin bathed, she could not stop replaying all that she had seen just moments previous. The way Rowan leaned into that woman, how he seemed to want—crave—her touch. The way his eyes had freely roamed over her body, how her eyes had seemed to darken in response.

“Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.”

Aelin came to the sudden, crippling realization that perhaps—Perhaps those words were not a general statement. Maybe they had been intended for her only. Was it not possible that just because Rowan did not want her hands roaming over his body, he would not mind the hands of another on him? That he did not feel for her in that way?

She finished bathing, wrapping herself in a towel before exiting the bathroom to find that there was food on the bed. Still warm, though not scorching hot so it had to have been sitting there for a little bit. Rowan, however, was absent. Fine, she thought, but Aelin could not deny that little twinge of hurt and disgust that was taking place in her heart.

She sat, still wrapped in her towel and began eating the meal without tasting it at all. She was so wrapped in her thoughts that everything around her seemed like a type of dream. Blurred and hazy around the edges with only one thing astoundingly clear.

It was moments later that Rowan came back, hands full with two cups filled with something that smelled distinctly like chocolate and a small tray that had to hold something sweet, as she could smell the cinnamon and pumpkin she had scented upon first arriving at the inn.

He set the goodies on the bed. “I went back down to get some hot chocolate and pumpkin spice tarts. The cook says they’re the best in all of Erilea.”

If this was his attempt at an apology, he was doing a shit job at it.

But she could never resist sweets, especially chocolate, so Aelin took a cup and a tart and began enjoying them without so much as a thank you. Rowan sat down on the bed, keeping a healthy distance before he delved into his meal. She took a sip of the hot chocolate—Gods, it was heavenly. And the tart was even better.

Somewhere in the middle of enjoying her third tart and second cup of hot chocolate, Rowan retreated to the bathing chambers. He was gone for no more than ten minutes, and Aelin had just slipped on a long-sleeved red button-down shirt when he emerged, dressed in nothing but a pair of paints slung low on his hips and his hair dripping wet, but tied back in a bun atop his head.

Aelin climbed into bed, forcing her eyes away from his half-naked form, and blew out the bedside candle with a murmured, “Goodnight, Rowan.”

She could tell that he was just standing there in the middle of the bedroom, staring down at her. But it was moments before his deep voice disturbed the silence of the room as he said, “I was gathering information from her.” He needn’t specify who. “She was a common city whore from the brothel down the street, Aelin. Nothing more.”

Lies. There was absolutely nothing ‘common’ about that woman. From her full, sinful lips and deep brown skin, to the full swell of her breasts and petite build.

“It’s none of my business, Rowan. It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does,” he said. “It does matter, because it obviously upset you. And I must say that I am sorry Aelin, for having hurt you. It was never my intention.”

It was silent for a few moments, the only sounds being the high-pitched whistling of the wind and snow swirling about outside, people preparing for bed, candles being blown out, before the entire inn seemed to grow completely silent.

“Good night, Rowan,” she said again. A few heartbeats passed before Aelin felt the bed dip on the opposite side, Rowan coming to join her.

Gods damn her, she couldn’t seem to even consider sleep when he was right there, when he was so close and yet so far away. So Aelin lay with her back to him, staring at the wall while hoping and praying for sleep to come and take her away.

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“Please tell me what you’re thinking.” Aelin knew it had to be well past ten, but it did not surprise her when Rowan’s voice disturbed the stillness in the room.

“Only if you return the favor.” He seemed to hesitate, but eventually agreed. “But you first,” she added quickly. Rowan groaned, and Aelin couldn’t help a small smile as he grumbled, “Fine.”

She heard him take a deep breath, as if preparing himself for a fight, noticed that he subtly cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m thinking that Lysandra and Aedion are probably showing great strength in restraining themselves from tearing each other’s throats out. I’m thinking that the small innkeeper should back away from the door and go mind her own business.” At this, Aelin indeed heard a quiet gasp and then shuffling as someone hurried down the stairs. Her smile grew. “I’m thinking that not talking to you for that amount of time was starting to drive me mad, and I missed you like hell. I’m thinking that I’m one of the biggest fools that ever lived from having hurt you. And I would sooner cut off my own arm than make that mistake again.”

Aelin wasn’t sure she was breathing. Of all the things she had expected him to say, that certainly wasn’t it. So she turned around to face him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity…And found none.

She had so many things she longed to tell him. Things and feelings she had kept on a tight leash. A leash, Aelin realized, that had been loosening ever since she had seen him in that alley.

So she, too, took a deep breath, knowing that once she said the words she had been wanting to say for so long now, there’d be no undoing it. “I’m thinking that you’re an idiot, Rowan Whitethorn,” she replied. “And I’m an even bigger idiot for having fallen in love with you.” His eyes seemed to darken in the sliver of moonlight coming through the window. Aelin breathed, “Now you have to tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking,” his voice had taken on a dangerous quality. So low and guttural as he said, “That I want to kiss you, Aelin Galathynius. I want to touch you, I want to find out how your lips would feel on mine. How your hands would feel in my hair, roaming over my body, touching me.” His gaze went to her lips. He growled. “I want to take you on this bed. I’m thinking that I want to fuck you over that table, and on the walls, and in the tub. Over and over again until that sneaky little innkeeper is forced to kick us out due to noise complaints. Because I can guarantee, Fireheart, that you’ll be moaning—screaming my name at the top of your lungs. And you won’t be able to help it.”

Rutting hell’s.

Rutting hell’s. 

Aelin did not know when she and Rowan had inched closer, as if by some invisible force, but she realized that he was now close enough that she could reach out and touch him if she wished. Realized that their breaths mingled.

His words had her nearly gasping for breath, sent her heart galloping, her pulse roaring through her veins and pooling at her core. She could scent his want, his lust-filled eyes finally meeting hers again.

“Are you all talk, Rowan? Or can your actions actually back up your words?” He grinned, canines gleaming wickedly.

“Turn around,” he quietly instructed. She obeyed, wondering just what in all the gods’ names he could possibly do that—

Her thoughts cut off abruptly as his lips met her neck. His breath fanned over where her shoulder and neck met, kissing where her pulse thrummed. Aelin’s body stiffened.

His hands soon joined his lips, one grazing her bare thigh, the other slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Aelin’s eyes screwed shut. Just a whisper of his thumb caressing the inside of her thighs had her grinding against him, silently begging for more.

In one swift movement, he had her on her back. Rowan hovered over her, their bodies so close that his warmth seeped into her. His lips kissed, followed by a brief, sharp pain that was his canines biting her, claiming her, before his tongue—gods damn her his tongue—caressing the spot he had just bit her.

And he continued this slow, pleasuring torture all the way down her throat, until his mouth hovered over her breasts, peaked despite the lack of chill in the room. 

And then he took her right breast into his mouth, licking and biting as his hand massaged her other breast. Aelin moaned, grasping the sheets as waves of pleasure tore through her.

His name was a breathy whisper on her lips. Just when she thought she would find release, he stopped, instead continuing his torturous assault of leaving a trail like purple-pink flowers blooming upon her pale skin.

Rowan eased himself off the bed, kneeling before it, before her. His hands wrapped around Aelin’s ankles, pulling her towards him. Evidence of where he touched were left on the sensitive skin inside her thighs. He was going to drive her to the brink of insanity with those gods damned teeth of his. Aelin didn’t think he could pleasure her any more than what he already was.

But then his mouth hovered over what was between her thighs, and she felt his breath on her. And she could have sworn he moaned before his fingers began to pleasure her.

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Feeling her wetness for him, scenting her wanton desires nearly undid him. Her golden hair sprawled out on the pillows, her hands grasping the sheets, eyes fluttering and chest heaving as he pleasured her. The way she tended to bite down on her lower lip to contain the moans she so desperately wanted to release. She was so beautiful. 

Aelin was aware of the fact, and yet still held insecurities. Rowan had noticed how her eyes had flashed with hurt and despair at the sight of him flirting with that other woman. He had noticed how her eyes roamed over the whore’s body, immediately comparing it to her own and wondering if he perhaps preferred those type of women.

He planned on eliminating every once of self-doubt she had.

Aelin’s hips bucked off the bed, craving more of his touch but he used his other hand to pin her to the bed. “None of that,” he crooned.

“You little—” Her sentence was cut off as she gasped at one of Rowan’s fingers entering her. “Shit,” she breathed as he slowly began to pump his finger inside her, his mouth caressing her thighs. He added a finger, feeling her clench around him as he began to move faster, faster. Her chest was heaving, and his name sounded like that of a gods when she finally found her release, her hips wanting to buck off the bed but being stayed by his hand. 

She was barely able to come down from the last waves of pleasure before his tongue darted out, tasting her. He had imagined how she would taste, but his imagination paled in comparison to the real thing. 

One of her hands went to his hair, holding him to her as she writhed and moaned. His hands and mouth took turns, tasting her, pleasuring her. 

“Aelin,” he breathed against her. And at that, she lost it once more. Her back arched off the bed, toes curling as she was taken again.

Her eyes opened, meeting his as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her pleasure off them. Aelin’s body shuddered, riding out the last waves.

But when Rowan rose, making as if to join her on the bed, she held up a finger, stopping him as she raised herself to her knees. 

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Of all the things that had come out of Rowan’s mouth, wit matched with a sharp tongue, she had never imagined that he could have her nearly begging for release with nothing more than his teeth, hands, and tongue.

She held up a finger, stopping him. And he did so with a mixture of amusement and lust shining in his eyes. Her hands reached toward his naked chest, keeping his gaze every step of the way so that he knew, so that he could stop her at any moment should he wish.

“Get on with it, Fireheart.”

That was all the encouragement she needed before was on him. Pleasuring him as he did her. Her lips and breath on his neck, peppering kisses along his torso and leaving her mark on him. 

Rowan’s eyes had fluttered closed, nostrils flaring as she moved farther south, until her mouth was right above the waistband of his pants. She popped the button free—

So fast she hadn’t anticipated it, Rowan’s hands lashed out; One gripped both her hands, ceasing her advance, and the other lightly gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

For a moment she was afraid that she had gone too far. That kissing and marking his skin was fine, but him exposing himself in that way was off -limits. 

But then he lowered his lips to hers, and it was the answer to a thousand-year old riddle. It was the beginning and end of the universe and her body heated. It was hot—too hot—

An icy breeze swept through the room, blowing out the fireplace and kissing her heated cheeks. A hand slipped around her waist, and Rowan set her on the bed with a gentleness that made her heart stutter.

Aelin wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him down towards her, causing him to be flush against her body. She could feel the hard length of him through his pants and suddenly wanted him insider her now.

Again her hands went to the waistband of his pants, and this time, when she slowly began to peel them off him, he only growled that she go faster and stop teasing him. 

His pants joined her shirt on the floor, and Aelin’s mouth went dry at the sight of him–Fully naked before her. He was beautiful; every bit the Fae warrior underneath his clothes as she had imagined he’d be.

Their eyes met, Rowan lowering his head so that their brows met. He smelled of pine and snow and sweat, but her scent was there as well. Crackling embers and lavender wrapped around each other like the notes to a sweet melody.

Rowan nudged at her entrance, and Aelin bit her lip to stop the moan that had been about to pass from her lips.

“Get on with it, you bastard.” Rowan only chuckled, a sound she felt reverberate in her core before he entered her. Her nails raked down his bag, raising angry red lines as he pushed in, and in. And in.

He stilled, allowing her to adjust to his considerable length. 

Aelin closed her eyes, focusing on his breath coming out in hot, short spurts on her neck, his scent, the hard muscles of his back, his hands on her thighs, on how he seemed to fill every inch of her.

She breathed his name, and that was all it took before he slid out, then pushed back in. Slowly, at first. He worshiped her body, kissing her deeply as he moved inside her.

But Aelin didn’t want slow. 

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Her hips lifted to meet his and he stilled, snarling softly in her ear. “Aelin,” he said, almost as a reprimand. When he didn’t move, she lifted her hips again. “Open your eyes,” he softly encouraged. She complied, and when he pulled out before slamming into her, her mouth formed a perfect O, a strangled gasp leaving from her lips as he slammed into her again. And again. And again.

His mouth met hers, swallowing her sounds of pleasure as he lifted her in his arms, their bodies still connected. Her back hit the wall, her arms snaking around his neck, his gripping her thighs as fucked her, hard and fast against the wall as he’d promised.

“Rowan,” she said his name between moans and sighs.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her throat. “You are mine, Aelin Galathynius. And I’m yours. To whatever end.”

He pounded into her, so rough that the few pictures decorating the walls fell of, so viciously she swore the window threatened to shatter.

She could feel her release coming for her again, but she needed to say it. Wanted to say it. “I’m yours, Rowan Whitethorn,” she breathed. “And you are mine. To whatever end.”

“I love you,” he said, and those whispered words were her undoing. She shattered completely around him, screaming his name and not caring who heard. He continued to pound into her as torrents of pleasure tore through her, until he, too found his release and her name off his lips sounded like a man worshiping a goddess.

And when she could finally find her voice, she reciprocating the words she had held in her heart for all this time.

~.~.~~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Rowan and Aelin got little sleep that night. 

He had fucked her, hard and rough against the wall again, bent her over the table and had his name leaving her lips the entire time. 

Then she had taken over, pleasuring him with her mouth, with her hands, with her teeth, and the sight of him coming undone at her doing was one she was sure would haunt her in her dreams for all time.

But then Rowan had lain her on the bed and made slow, sweet love to her. Hands roaming as he kissed her tenderly, the entire time telling her how he loved her.

But they had both grown so exhausted that finally, at nearly three in the morning, the two feel asleep, wrapped in each others arms. 

~End~

TRUTH OR DARE

HERE IT IS~ I made sure it’s slightly similar to the roommate au,because I know how you guys love that story so much ,yet I haven’t updated yet T_T I’ll try updating asap oki doki?

Don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it in the comments/message box <3

Genre: romance/fluff/Semi-Smut
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 7735 words
Summary: You and Jungkook gather up with your friends to play truth or dare and it gets a little dirty.


It was a rainy day when you and Jungkook decided to meet up at his place. You were meeting up for a break after the mid-term week that has been keeping both of you away from each other. Jungkook missed you so badly that he blew up your phone with his texting messages for several days. You still refused to meet up with him, because he was being a distraction.

He was finally happy and relieved to hear that you’d drop by for the afternoon and stay overnight. He was so excited and looking forward your little night together. You were very close friends since high school it was not a big deal for neither of you to show up at the boy’s apartment or even spend the night there. Jungkook planned to have a little gathering with you and his friends to lighten up the mood from that stressful week

The boy just came out from his shower and noticed the glistering droplets of rain pouring outside. He was wearing his usual comfy white hoodie and his grey sweats. He was so warm and cozy and he could bet that the second you’d show up at his place you’d jump in his arms for some of his warmth. He looked cuddly for a reason and he knew that you were the type to squeal whenever he wore a hoodie.

Is she going show up in this rain? He holds on his cup of hot chocolate and as he takes a sip

Jungkook dials his friend’s phone number to make sure you were on your way.It rang for a few times and it didn’t take long before the latter replied to jungkook’s call.

“Heyy….” Jimin’s voice says in an unsure tone

“Jimin hyung? Are you picking up Y/N?” he calls his friend

“Bruh, my girl just showed up and she looks quite pissed from the look on her face… I’m sorry but I couldn’t give Y/N a ride” jimin replies on the other line

This hyung better be kidding me!! He left Y/N all alone?!

“Are you saying that she’s walking to get here?” Jungkook yells on the other line

“Well I gave her a tip to take a taxi, but you know how she never accepts money from me” jimin sighs

“That’s because you’re a creep. What would you expect? Who knows if you gave her money for another purpose?” Jungkook scoffs on the other line

“Hey who do you take me for? I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND NOW. I DON’T DO THESE THINGS ANYMORE” jimin shouts

“You still have a past Jimin hyung. Don’t go around giving money to girls…they might get the wrong idea” jungkook sighs

“Is it that wrong to take care of beautiful girls when I have money to spend on them?” jimin argues

“Not when you’re a pervert.” Jungkook replies

“Says the pervert himself” Jimin scoffs

“Don’t include me in your circle, hyung. I don’t own a limited porn magazine collection” jungkook smirks on the other line

“I had money and no girlfriend. Don’t blame me, you little brat” jimin nags

“Sure hyung…sure” jungkook chuckles on the other line

He ended the call and choose to send you a text asking you where you were. As he was typing in his message he could hear two knocks on the door followed by the doorbell ring. A smile was automatically stamped on his face as he ran to open that door. He knew it was you from the second you knocked twice and rang once.

He opened the door and the first thing he saw was you being all drenched and wet from the rain. That white dress shirt you were wearing was sticking onto your skin and half of your hair was wet. You held onto your bag while slightly shivering from the cold.You were seeking for heat and Jungkook was going to give you enough heat for the rest of the night.

“Y/N? Don’t you carry around an umbrella sometimes?” He furrows his brows “What if you catch a cold?” he suddenly pulls you in his warm embrace and closes the door with his foot

You surround your arms around his waist tightly and jungkook slightly gasps from how tight you’re hugging him back. His face softens when he feels you burying your face in his warm cozy chest. Jungkook’s chest was the perfect pillow and spot to press your face on when you felt sad or cold. You snuggled your face on his chest and jungkook can’t help but chuckle at how clingy you are from the moment you stepped in his apartment. Your nose was cold and jungkook’s warm comforting chest was warming you up. Your fingers grasped tightly onto the fabric of his white hoodie and jungkook surround his manly arms around you in protection. You were so cold and he was going to make sure you never catch a cold. His fingers would touch your cold ears from time to time to warm you up.This man was like a heater and you only needed heat from his body right now.

“Did you missed me that much?” he suddenly asks “I thought you’ve been avoiding me for a while because I was supposedly a distraction”

“You’re so warm kook, can’t I stay in your arms forever?” you look up at him with your red nose

“I don’t know about forever, but you can stick to me for a few more minutes” he replies “what’s with the romantic pickup lines, missy? “He asks

“I need heat and you’re hot, so I’ll stick to you, okay?” you smile at him before hugging him tighter

“Oh okay…so now I’m hot? I didn’t knew you saw me that way…” he raised a playful brow

“Hot as in heat, idiot” you chuckle “I’m cold to death and you just happen to provide lots of heat”

“I’m still pretty sexy, don’t you agree?” he raises his brow sexily

“You’re cute Jungkook” you suddenly lessen your hold on him “So cute I’d bite you” you tap his cute nose

I’m cute? Just cute? Nothing else? He unconsciously pouts

Jungkook could feel his little word shatter for some reason.Of course you had to see him under the’ cute’ light .He was a man that worked out a few days a week. His body was hot and everyone who saw it couldn’t agree more. He had the biceps and abs that any girl would drool over, yet you were there calling him adorable. Why did he has to be constantly called cute by you?Was isit his doe eyes and his innocent facial expressions or was it simply the way you saw him?  Sure you were his friend, but you were still a girl and he wanted you to acknowledge him like any other man.

“Girl, I’m still a man. Isn’t it sad to think that you always come to this grown man’s apartment and make yourself so comfortable? Don’t you feel nervous around me, the slightest? “He stares at you as he hold tightly on your shoulders

Say yes, say yes. PLEASE.AT LEAST SAY IT TO MAKE ME FEEL WORTHY.DON’T SHATTER MY MANLYHOOD AS IF IT WAS SOMETHING NORMAL TO DO ON A DAILY BASIS. *CRIES*

“Not at all” you reply “I trust you way too much to be nervous” you brush it off

This girl don’t get the clues at all *sighs* let’s just play along with her…

“I’m a spontaneous man “he makes a sassy pose

“Of course you are “you laugh “Can you lend me one of your 24 white shirts or something, I’m dying of cold” you shiver

“Who’d ever saw this would think you’re my girl” he chuckles

How much I wish you were my girl…*pouts internally*

“Oh ho.” You punch his chest “Are you going to push me away once you find a girlfriend?” you glare at him

“Do I look like the kind of friend who’d do that?” he sends you a questioning gaze “I thought you trusted me, I’m feeling a little sad now” he pouts

“Baby please stop being a drama queen and go get me a shirt.” You ruffle his hair “Or, you know what? I’ll just go get one myself” you sigh and walk to his room

SHE’S GOING TO MY CLOSET?! HELL NO.MY SECRET LIFE RESIDES THERE. #PANIC

“W-Wait!! No one is going through my closet!!” he stops you

“Why? “ You blink before tilting your head to the side” Do you have something to hide in there” you smirk

LET’S MAKE UP AN EXCUSE.

“My white shirts are PRECIOUS.” He retorts

“So what? You won’t lend me a shirt” you frown “I’m so disappointed! I thought you loved me” you pout

Jungkook could feel his heart jump for the sudden ‘love’ word that just got out of your lips.

“LOVE is a big word.” He stares at you

“Insensitive jerk. I’ve been walking for 15 minutes in the rain to get here.” You fake a sob “Are you really going to treat me that way?”

“Do I look like a man that’d do that to a girl?” he scoffs

“Of course” you glare

“RUDE” he replies in a very offended tone before ruffling his hair

He sighed before he grabbed the hem of his hoodie to slightly pull it up.This how your eyes wavered and panic started arising through your body.You were nervous at his unusual behavior.Why was he going to take it off and in front of you on top of it?

“W-W-What ARE YOU DOING?!” you hide your eyes “Don’t strip tease Jeon Jungkook. I’M W-WARNING YOU”

Jungkook takes off his hoodie as it sticks with the white shirt he’s wearing under it. Part of his skin and his abs gets exposed but the guy does not waste time to pull down his white shirt while removing successfully the white hoodie. You seem a bit disappointed as you didn’t get to see the entire thing. You were peeking through your fingers and you could tell that jungkook has been building something under these white shirts.

“Calm down woman, I was going to give you my hoodie instead. It’s already warm so you’ll warm up faster.” He replies as he throws the white hoodie on your figure

“Why do I feel like you actually wanted me to take everything off.” he replies “You were disappointed because I was wearing another shirt under it, right?” he nudges you

“N-NO!” you stare at him before putting on the hoodie “Ahh…” you exclaim as the warmth invades you “Your hoodie is so warm and cozy” you rub your cheek on the fabric

“Of course it is, I’m hot” he winks at you

“Oh gosh, International playboy.” You roll your eyes “So what’s your plan for tonight?”

“I thought we could play a little game” he wiggles his eyebrow

“Oh no, I don’t like where this is going” you stare at him

“You’ll see. Let’s just go watch something while waiting for Jimin hyung and the rest of the guys to come”

You both sat on his couch with his arm around your shoulder as you all snuggled up on his chest like his puppy.Jungkook would pet your hair while making all sorts of weird sounds.He was like that and you had to live with his weirdness. Whoever saw both of you, would be thinking that you’re an item. Jungkook would play and ruffle your hair with his large hands in order to make you the most hideous looking hairstyles in history. He giggles and finds it funny, but it’s not that funny in your perspective.

“Jeon, I beg you. Stop ruining my hair” you sigh

“I’m just having my fun. Please let me.”

“You really want to disfigure me before Jin Sunbae shows up?” you reply

“Oh, so you’re self-conscious because jin is probably going to show up?” Jungkook gives you a glance

So she still had something for him * pouts* Damn, I thought I had a chance this time…

“You still like him?” his eyes widened

“Not that I like him, but I don’t want to seem like a loser after seeing him for so long”

It’s official. She still likes him. Our chances are doomed Jeon, just forget it…You don’t stand a chance against the perfect Kim Seokjin from the Biomedical Departement.

“Y/N, don’t lie. You’re totally crushing on him” he replies bitterly

“Stop. It’s not like you’re any better. You fell for that library girl because of her boobs.”

I don’t even look at BOOBS. I AVOID BOOBS LIKE AN ILLNESS. WHY IS SHE BRINGING THAT UP?!Aaaiishh…now that she brought up the boob subject I feel like blushing * internally scolsd himself*

“I just said she looked cute!!I never crushed on her and her boobs have nothing to do with this” he blushes

“YOU LIAR” you point at him

The doorbell suddenly rang and the door opened on its own.Jimin was the culprit and he had the keys for some reason which didn’t even surprise jungkook. Followed by jimin was Taehyung with his casual grin stamped on his face, Hoseok who seemed way too hyped up for nothing, Yoongi who seemed to be unaware of why he was even invited, Namjoon who shot you a smile and Jin who was there in all of his glory.

“Who’s a liar?” jimin giggles “I bought some beer, guys!”

“Y/N is already there!!!!!” Taehyung shots up from the back and runs to get a hug from you

“How’s it going, Tae?” you chuckled as his soft hair would tickle your neck

“I’m doing better now that you hugged me” he grins

“Awww you~” you ruffle his hair “I should adopt you, where are the papers to adopt this child!!” you laugh

“This ‘child’ is actually a perv Y/N” Namjoon sighs “I saw him exchanging numbers with Kim Hyuna from third year. You know that girl –“

“With the big boobs” you sigh “Yes I know “you face palm “Why are you guys so obsessed with boobs? You really need to get over it.”

“She’s a C cup!! It’s rare to find this in my faculty” Namjoon sighs

“That’s because there’s not that many girls in engineering” you comment

“Try talking to me about it” Namjoon replies

“You exchanged numbers with Kim Hyuna? GIVE ME HER NUMBER TOO BRUH!! SHARE IT!” Hoseok pulls taehyung to his side

“Oh guys please…” you sigh

“Are you proud of me? I’m not perverted like them” jungkook smiles at you innocently

“You’re probably ten times worse, you just know how keep it inside your pants” you smirk

“OUCH.THAT HURTS” jungkook pouts

“I don’t care about boobs, someone tell me where I can find a relaxing spot in this apartment” Yoongi asks “I don’t even know why I came here, but I’m planning to take a nap anyways”

“There’s a couch over there hyung” Jungkook guides Yoongi to the couch

On the other side Jin had showed up  

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while” Jin smiles at you

“O-Oh…hey” you blink awkwardly “Yeah, it’s been quite a while! I’m happy to you here” you blush

“Your shirt is so oversized” jin chuckled “you look so tiny”

“I bet Jungkook went dirty on you and he gave it to you as a present “Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows

“Ew. NO. Guys what is wrong with you?” you cringed your face

“She came all drenched because of some irresponsible hyung who didn’t gave her the ride she needed” jungkook frowns

“Okay, bruh, that last sentence sounded kind of wrong” Hoseok sips on his juice

“Oh gosh” jungkook rolled his eyes “Jimin hyung what do you have to say for your defense?”

“I don’t want to talk about it” Jimin’s smile fades away  

“Where’s your girlfriend?” jungkook suddenly asks

“Don’t even bring her up” jimin sighs

As the mood became slightly awkward, jungkook decided to change the topic and this is how you were now bond to play this game he’s been craving to play for so long. All seated in the living room in a circle with beer in the center, you were feeling nervous about what game you were going to play.

“So what is it?” You nudge jungkook

“Truth or Dare” Jungkook smirks

“Bruh, why did you invite us?” Hoseok whispers “You should’ve played that game alone with her…if you know what I mean”

“Shut up, HYUNG” jungkook would slap hoseok’s arm “So…who wants to start?”

“Me~” Namjoon raises his hand “Truth for Hoseok, Did you ever had sex with a teacher for a grade?”

“Ooooh~ bruh , you’re going quite hard from the start” Jimin laughs “No one would, I mean I never hooked up with a teacher so I bet that no one in this squad—“

“Okay, maybe once—“Hoseok replies

Everyone’s eyes rounded in astonishment.

“OMG HOSEOK. You got laid with a teacher??!!”  jimin shouts

“It was just that one time! Plus, she was a TEACHER ASSISTANT not an actual teacher!” Hoseok replies “She was cute. It was two birds with a stone to be honest”

“Was it good?” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows

“What happens in class stays in class” Hoseok smirks

Everyoone ‘woo-ed’ at how savage Hoseok was being with his replies.You were feeling nervous about this game and about how daring the questions were.What if they asked you some awkward questions in front of Jin.You could tell that Jungkook was fidgeting in his seat.He may have chosen the game, but he was also nervous about what kind of wild ideas would come out of his friends.

“It’s my turn huh?”Hoseok asks “This is one is a Truth for Park Jimin. How many freshman have you slept with?”

“THAT’S NOT EVEN FAIR!!” Jimin points at hoseok “How do you expect me to remember that.”

“Oh Jimin” Jin chuckles

“Why am I befriending them again?” Yoongi stares at you

“I bet it’s close to the entire female population” Taehyung chuckled

“Five…” Jimin replies

“Jimin…please. This is truth or dare, not lie or dare” you face palm

“OKAY FIFTY. I SLEPT WITH FIFTY FRESHMANS. DON’T JUDGE” Jimin takes a shot “Your turn to Suffer Kim Taehyung, THIS IS A DARE FOR YOU. Go and lick the wall”

“Lick the wall?” Taehyung raises a brow “Alright, I’ve licked lots of stuff in the past anyways”

“Ew. HELL NO. I’ll have to clean it up” Jungkook cringes his face “NOT ON MY WALLS!!”

“Okay then, go out the balcony and scream to the entire neighborhood that you’re a hoe for jungkook while twerking” Jimin chuckles

“Everyone is a hoe for Jungkook” Taehyung smirks

“Oh man, this is going to be embarrassing “Jungkook sighs

It wasn’t long before Taehyung went out in the balcony. He started off by warming up his deep voice and made a few booty shakes to practice his twerking. It gave you the shock of your life when he suddenly screamed out of his lungs.

“I’M JUNGKOOK’S HOOOOOOOEEEEE!!!”Taehyung would shake his butt “YES I’M THE BEST HOE IN TOWN AND I CHOOSE JUNGKOOK. CATCH ME JUNGKOOOOKKKK. JUST LIKE IN THAT POKEMON GO GAME!!!! I’LL BE YOUR HOE!!!” he’d twerk for a few seconds “JUNGKOOK’S HOE FOR LIFE.HEARD THAT B*TCHES??!!! COME AND JOIN ME IN THE JUNGKOOK HOES FANCLUB–”

“Hyung, please shut the f*ck up, what will my neighbors think??!!” jungkook shows up behind taehyung as he claps his palm on the latter’s mouth

“Sorry, I just felt like it was appropriate to embarrass you along the way” Taehyung laughed

“Can I go back home? Please” Yoongi pleads but no one listens to him

“Congrats Jeon, you got yourself a Hoe Fan club” you laughed while nudging his shoulder

“You’re part of the fan club too” he winks at you

“In your wildest dreams” you send him a flying kiss

“My question is for Y/N” Taehyung giggles at you

“Please tell me it’s an innocent one” you laugh nervously

“If you had to Pick one of us and dress him up as your roleplay fantasy, who would it be?”

“Role playyyy~~~ Hmm, I like these kind of things” jimin giggles while nudging your arm nonstop “Now I’m feeling more curious”

“Why would you ask that?!” You chuckle “what if I said I don’t have a roleplay fantasy?”

“Oh baby, you do. Everyone does “Hoseok replies

“You guys are perverts” you groan “I don’t have a role play fantasy

“Why don’t you tell them about your cop fantasy—“Jungkook is about to reply but you put your palm over his lips

“SHUT IT.” You sent him a death sentence through your eyes

“Damn girl. Cop roleplay? That’s kind of naughty. I didn’t expect you’d be into that” Jimin giggles

“Are you into handcuffs in all those kind of stuff” Taehyung asks

“I’m not replying to this” you stare at Taehyung “AND YOU ARE DEAD” you glare at jungkook

“Hey, I had to say something” Jungkook chuckles “It’s not that embarrassing. It’s kind of Hot actually” he reassures you

“I think that Jungkook is already making plans for his Halloween costume” Hoseok smirks

“Shut up hyung” Jungkook flushes

“You didn’t reply who you’d pick in the squad to make this fantasy come true” Taehyung pouts

“I’m not picking any of you” you laugh sarcastically “Now let me make you suffer Jeon Jungkook” you stare at him

“W-Why me?!” jungkook blinks at you

“This is a dare for you. Give a kiss to Jimin on the cheeks”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t kiss guys especially when they’re Park Jimin” Jungkook replies

“I feel offended now” Jimin puts a hand over his chest

“Oh shut up with ‘I don’t kiss guys’ ish, I’ve seen you kiss Taehyung that other time” you nudge jungkook

“I NEVER KISSED TAEHYUNG!!IT WAS NOT WILLINGLY AND IT WAS NOT REAL EITHER” Jungkook shots up

“Bruh you guys kissed?!” Hoseok put his palm over his lips “TAEKOOK SAILED!!!”

“We did NOT!!” jungkook argues

“ I helped Jungkook to pretend he had a Girlfriend that one time, so we acted out a little scene” Taehyung replies “We did not kiss, you don’t have to freak out Y/N” taehyung would pat your arm

“Who’s freaking out? I’m not freaking out!” you furrow your brows

“I just figured you might be a little jealous of me” Taehyung grins

“Yeah, obviously” you chuckle “Jungkook must be one hell of a good kisser then.” You smirk

“Tell me about it” Taehyung gives you a perverted glance

“STOP GIVING THEM THE WRONG IDEA, HYUNG!!”Jungkook shouts    

“Sorry Jimin, but Taekook sailed…” Hoseok taps jimin shoulder

“Why is my life so pathetic…?” Jimin took a shot “I just broke up with my girl and now Jungkook rejected me”

“Don’t be like that hyung” Jungkook would pats jimin’s shoulder “I’m sorry for your girlfriend. I promise you’ll find the right one soon.”

“That’s true Jimin-ah. We can get a drink together sometimes. Don’t feel so destroyed. You’re an amazing man” Jin would reassure jimin

“That girl doesn’t know what she’s missing” Hoseok replies smugly “You got so many hoes and she’s just one of them”

“Hoseok, can you just shut up please?” you glare at Hoseok before petting jimin’s hair “She probably had her reasons. Remember that we’re always there for you Chimchim” you hold onto his hand

“B-But I loved her so much” Jimin would bury his face in his hands

“There are many girls waiting in line for you. It’s okay! Just think like the old Playboy Jimin would.” Namjoon tries reassuring him

“I thought she was different…That girl changed me” Jimin sniffed “I thought she was the one”

“Don’t let her break you down like that” Taehyung smiles before adding “Girls act out weird sometimes”

“Excuse me?” you gave a stare to Taehyung

“Hum. Yeah. No. I think I’ll just drink and shut up” Taehyung giggles

“Come here “you pull jimin in your arms as you cuddle him and play with his hair “I’ll tell you a little secret” you whisper in jimin’s ears

Not fair. She never cuddles me like this, Jungkook pouts

“Girls may hold grudges for long, but she will eventually come back” you whisper in jimin’s ears

“How do you know that?” jimin stares at you

“Let her time to cool off” you ruffle his hair “And then impress her”

“Y/N, please give me some attention too” Jungkook tugs on your sleeve

“Jesus, you’re such a child!” You chuckle before staring at him “I dare you to stay silent for the rest of the game till someone chooses you for another truth or dare” you reply

“RUDE.” Jungkook replies in an offended tone “Do you hate me that much?!”

“I do it because I adore you” you pinch his nose in between your fingers

“Sure” jungkook sighs “I’ll stay shut but before that, I’ll ask a little question too” he replies “My question is for Jin.”

“Yes?” Jin blinks

“If you had a chance to date Y/N, would you do it?”

Your eyes rounded automatically and you slapped his arm aggressively while communicating with your eyes. You and Jungkook could understand each other with your facial expressions.

Why would you ask him such an embarrassing question?!!! You stare at jungkook

It’s about time he knows you like him! I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS. He stares back at you

DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!! YOU BETTER REVERSE THIS ISH OR I’M REVEALING YOUR DARKEST SECRETS, You glare at him

GO AHEAD, YOU THINK I’M SCARED?!!! SORRY.BUT WHAT IS DONE IS DONE, he gives you a mocking face

I’LL KILL YOU, your eyes threaten him

I LOVE YOU TOO. He smiles sarcastically

“Y/N is a sweet girl! Who wouldn’t want to date her?” Jin smiles sweetly

“That’s not the question. Would you date her?” Jungkook adds fuel to the fire

YOU BETTER SHUT IT NOW ROMEO. I WILL CUT YOUR BALLS IF YOU KEEP ON GOING, you tug on his sleeve

TRY TOUCHING ME THERE, He smirks

I’ll f*cking murder you, you grit your teeth

“I would date her. She’s really cute” Jin smiles at you

OF course he’d say that, jungkook internally rolls his eyes

“O-Oh….yeah…t-thank you” you blush before staring at jungkook “Now you better shut that pretty mouth for the rest of game” you tap jungkook’s lips with your fingers

“I’ll ask one question to Yoongi then” Jin suddenly comments

“Did you just include me in this game?” Yoongi glared at jin

“Of course you should participate, you’re still our close friend” Jin smiles “So I have a dare for you”

“Oh no, you did not go there” Hoseok gasps

“Tie your hair into apple hair” Jin chuckles as he stares at yoongi

“He will murder you” Taehyung shook his head

“RIP Jin Hyung” Jimin sobs

Yoongi stares at everyone lifelessly.

“You can expect to go to hell for making me do this” Yoongi threatens and all guys gulped on their saliva

“Do you want me to lend you a hair tie” you poke yoongi with a smile and he only gives you a sigh of exasperation

“I don’t even know anymore” Yoongi sighs “Why am I even here in the first place?”

“I’ll make your hair for you” you smile at yoongi as you tie his bangs into apple hair “So KYUUUTTTEEE” you squeal and clap your hands

She never tied my hair and said it looked cute. Please give me some love and attention too. jungkook internally pouts

“I get to give a dare this time?” Yoongi sighs “Jeon Jungkook. This one is for you”

Why is he choosing me? Do I look like a Pokémon you can just pick?! WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME??!!! Jungkook only sighs in response since he’s supposed to keep quiet

Yoongi on his side had a plan to finish up this game and go back home as soon as he could.

“Oh I forget to mention that it’s a gift for Jungkook and a dare for Y/N” yoongi clarifies

PARDON?!!!A GIFT FOR ME AND A DARE FOR HER? I DON’T LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING!!!!,  jungkook shudders

“A dare for me?” You blink this time “How come my dare is a gift for this kid?” you poke jungkook’s arm

“I don’t know where this is going, but I’ll just sit back and watch the genius do his job” Hoseok sits back while sipping on his beer

“The dare is to sit on Jungkook’s lap for the rest of the game.” Yoongi smirks at you

WHY IS MY LAP INVOLVED IN HER DARE???! CAN’T THEY LEAVE MY POOR SENSITIVE BODY ALONE! jungkook cringes his face Ugh, I’m getting drunk on top of it. PLEASE NO. Y/N. SAY NO.I BEG YOU.MY PANTS ARE BEGGING YOU TOO.

“Sit on his lap? How is that supposed to be a gift for Jungkook? He’ll only get burdened” you chuckle “I mean, I’ve been eating quite a lot of sweets nowadays” you giggle

“Just hop on it and I promise you’d understand what we mean” Taehyung winks at you

WHAT?! DO I LOOK LIKE SOME OBJECT PEOPLE CAN JUST HOP ON FOR FUN?!I THOUGHT I WAS THE BUNNY HERE, WHY WOULD SHE HOP ON ME….oh…wait…now I get it* CRIES THE ENTIRE HAN RIVER* HE’S LIKE ASKING HER TO HOP ON MY DICK INDIRECTLY.OH GOSH I HATE THESE HYUNGS.I’LL POISON THEIR DRINKS.

“Sure. I mean Why not?!” You smile at Taehyung “As long as it causes no harm to anybody I’m cool with it”

GIRL NO.HELL NO.YOU’RE GOING TO CAUSE HARM TO ME.UGH…and I CAN’T EVEN SAY A F*CKING WORD!!!

You grabbed Jungkook’s hand and his eyes wavered from your eyes as he tried staying composed from your touch. His eyes laid lower to check out how you were dressed again. Here is was, his worst nightmare. The damn Booty shorts. It was so humid outside and you chose to wear these when you came here.

HOLY MOTHER OF THE BOOTY SHORTS * cries* we’re f*cked for real this time.

Jungkook didn’t noticed because he always does his best to avoid looking at exposed areas of your body. He can’t believe he hugged you so casually a few hours earlier. Your shorts were a detail he always avoided to look at and this time he won’t have a choice but to give them a second closer look.The cut of of these destroyed jean shorts were the kind that he hated. The kind of shorts that had busted holes in the front since they were fashionable. That was not the main problem.The real problem about these shorts was the fact that whenever you’d bend or sit, they’d get magically shorter. That was the reason why you would usually tie your vest around your waist, but this time your vest was drenched and in the drying machine.

Might as well just play along with it and treat her as if she’s a plant.Yeah, jungkook, she’s a green plant and you’re not the kind of guy who’d get horny over a plant, right? *cold sweats*

He crosses his legs in an open position as he chooses a more comfortable way for you to sit. He thought that sitting like a chair would prevent his worst nightmare from happening. A position that won’t drive him over the edge every time you move or shift on top of him. Well that’s what he thought.

Yeah, if I sit like this it won’t be a problem right? He’d reassure himself

“Can I?” you ask first

Jungkook suddenly pulls your body to sit on his lap with no warning. You feel like you’re sitting on a chair and Jungkook gasps at that sudden extra weight on his crotch. You tried adjusting your seating position on his lap and jungkook suddenly freezed. He’d hold his head to the side while staring at the ground while gulping on that knot of saliva in his dry throat. .He was f*cked and that position he just choose was going to make him suffer for hours under you. Your shorts already started riding up a bit and he couldn’t even bare to look at you. Having drank one bottle and half of beer for the past half hour wasn’t going to help him out at all. He was already feeling the heat rise in his body.

“Look at Jungkook” Hoseok chuckles “He’s all tense”

“Oh, it must be my fault” you pout “I’m sorry, I gained a little bit of weight” you turn around to look at juingkook’s face

DON’T TURN AROUND. DON’T F*CKING MOVE.

Jungkook simply nodded to assure you that it was okay with an awkward smile. Unlucky as he was, the boy had to bear with your butt on his lap for the next hour. One wrong movement and he’d be screwed. Sitting on his lap was a thing but your attire was going to make this ten times harder for him in every sense of the word. The fabric of your shorts was thick while his sweatpants were thin enough for him to feel everything. He was going to suffer while you weren’t going to feel anything. It was his lap after all. He could already feel himself suffering from thinking of how horrendous and frustrating it must feel whenever you’d shift a little bit and the rough fabric of your jeans would simply create friction against his sensitive pants. He was going to suffer for the rest of the game and this was just the start.

“I actually never expected Yoongi hyung to throw a dare like this one” Jimin giggles

“How does it feel to have a girl on your lap jungkook-ah?” Taehyung nudges jungkook

Jungkook only stayed silent while staring at everyone with his does eyes. Bitting his poor victimized lips that would turn red by the end of the game. He had the look of someone who’s guilty of something and his hyungs could tell from the first glance.

“Why are you guys asking him so many weird questions” You raise a brow “Leave him alone?”

At least she’s taking my side *sighs*

“Y/N, we’re just playing” Taehyung chuckles

YEAH YOU’RE PLAYING AT MAKING ME AND MY POOR PANTS SUFFER.TELL THEM Y/N. PUNISH THE F*CK OUT OF THEM. Okay maybe not. That sounded wrong.

“You guys are making me do all sorts of thing” you nudge taehyung

“Blame Yoongi Hyung! I didn’t do anything” Taehyung lifts up his hands in defense

“My dare is for you Taehyung-ah” you smile sarcastically at him

“Cruel woman”

“I dare you to kiss Jimin on the lips” you smirk

It’s in these moments that I’m glad she can’t see me and give me a dare.

“A REAL KISS?” Taehyung blinks

“WHY AM I ALWAYS THE VICTIM IN YOUR DARES?! Y/N WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?!” Jimin whines

“I bet it’s a revenge because you didn’t pick her up and she had to walk in the rain to get here” namjoon laughs

“Or maybe Y/N is just into yaoi stuff. I mean this girl has a kink for police uniforms so I wouldn’t be surprised that—“Hoseok chuckles

Her kink is still sexy as f*ck, why does he keep on bringing it up? It’s not like something she should feel ashsamed of.  jungkook rolls his eyes

“Do you want me to include you in that dare too?” you raise a brow at Hoseok

“Okay no, I’ll shut up” Hoseok sits straight in a formal position

“Ok I’ll kiss Jimin, but NO ONE TAKES PICTURES!” Taehyung warns

“Hell no BRUH, I MAY HAVE SAID YES TO JUNGKOOK, BUT I REFUSE TO BE KISSED BY YOU” Jimin steps back

“That’s not fair!” Taehyung whines

“JUST DO IT” you lay your head back and jungkook’s little panic was starting to rise

N-N-NO…DON’T GET CLOSE TO ME!!!!

If he could he’d lay back his body away from you as much as he could. Everytime you’d turn around and shift on his lap he’d suppress a sound to come out. You only added up the fuel to the fire by turning around. He could smell your fruity scented hair and for some reason it was starting to build up this frustration through his body. He was in a position where he’s so close to you but still can’t do anything. He’d curl his hands into fists while constantly biting on his lip, killing himself and praying that you won’t move much for the rest of the game.

F*ck NO.WHY DOES SHE SMELL SO DAMN GOOD. *hides in a corner while sobbing endlessly*

“Come here jimin and kiss me” Taehyung pleads jimin

“HELL NO” Jimin’s eyes rounded

“PLEASE! I’LL CALL YOU HYUNG!” Taehyung pouts

“Of course, call me Hyung and I won’t mind a kiss” jimin smiles

“Really?!” Taehyung blinks

“You think I’d say THAT??!!” Jimin scoffs

“I’ll be part of your hoe fanclub “Taehyung pleads

“He has a hoe fan club too?” Your mouth forms a ‘o’

“I don’t need more hoes” Jimin frowns “You’re NOT EVEN WORTHY OF BEING MY SIDE HOE, SO —“

Taehyung takes the opportunity to peck jimin’s lips fast. Everyone’s jaws drop to the floor, including yours.You did not even expect Taehyung to do it, yet he still did.Taehyung just blew everyone’s minds with his act. Jimin was the most shocked.His lips that were usually stained with the various lipsticks of many girls were now stained by Taehyung’s lemon chapstick.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING??!!” Hoseok steps back

“OH MAN HOLY SHIT!!!!!!” jungkook suddenly shouts “THEY DID IT FOR REAL!!!!”

“F*ck this shit. I think I’ve seen enough for tonight, I’m leaving” Yoongi gets ready to get up

“You’re staying here, sugar” Jin pull yoongi to sit down

“I’m not your sugar” Yoongi glares at jin

“You’re my sweet ingredient so you stay here” Jin pats Yoongi’s back and yoongi sighs in defeat

On the other side it was another story for jimin

“How DARE YOU??!” Jimin put his hand over his lips as a blush started to form on his cheeks

“Sorry Jimin, I just had to make you shut up” Taehyung sighs “On another note, I think you should change up your chapstick.It tastes like rotten apples”

“I think I’ll go get some water” Jimin fans himself

“You’re savage Tae, I didn’t expect that at all” you whisper to taehyung “Can’t you see how hot and bothered Jimin looks now?!” You blink

“It’s okay! He’ll get over it, eventually!” Taehyung giggles “So it’s my turn this time to ask a question~”

Everyone stares at him in disbelief.

“Okay so my question is for Y/N” Taehyung stares at you

“Why did you pick me again?!” You whine

“Does size matters for you?” he smirks

WTF IS THIS KIND OF QUESTION??!! WHY DO YOU ASK HER THIS WHILE SHE’S LITTERALLY SITTING ON ME * FACEPALM *

Jungkook suddenly feels himself flush and tense up for some unknown reason. He had no idea why these questions were so dirty and so awkward, but this mood was making feel quite hot in this shirt.What if you could feel his size by accident while sitting in this position? What if he’d have trouble staying in place for the next hour and you’d get to know about the heat that has been rising in his pants.What if you could feel him and be disappointed? In fact he was curious about your reply but afraid at the same time. What if your reply makes him ten times more frustrated?

“Size? I mean, a girl can expect something up to her standards. As long as the performance is good…” you reply slyly “I’m just kidding “you blush as you cup your cheeks as you realize that Jin is still in the room

Jungkook felt this weird feeling in the pit in his stomach and he chose to shrug it off by commenting and playing along with you.Maybe it’d make him less nervous and it’d help him forget about this constant frustration that has been building up.

“You make sly comments and then you blush” Jungkook chuckled “Girl, get a grip over yourself”

“Shut up Jungkook, you’re obviously enjoying this” Taehyung giggles

“NOT” Jungkook fans himself awkwardly

The thickness of your shorts rubbing on him was making his breathing hitch.His lips were aching to let out a sound but his teeth were sinking so deep down his bottom lip that only little whimpers could be heard.You’d chuckle and clap your hands while playing and he’d casually have to bear with the pain to stop his raging desire to take over him. The fabric of your jeans would create that sinful friction on his crotch area whenever you’d move from side to side.

UGH.SEND ME SOME HELP.I NEED A MOTHERF*CKING CUP OF HOLY WATER. NOT SOME STUPID ALCOHOL!!!

“Oh I have another one for Y/N! Who do you think has the biggest size in this room?” Hoseok smirks

WHY WOULD YOU ASK HER THAT??!!! Of course they’d make my life ten times harder… *digs a hole for his own funeral*

“Do you really want me to answer this?” you raise a brow “Man, I never saw anything, how am I supposed to know”

“Girl, just answer with the feel. There’s probably a guy in this squad that you’re expecting something from” jimin chuckles

Of course, she’s probably expecting something big from Jin, Jungkook would sigh in his inner thoughts

“I’ll go with Hoseok…”you tilt your head to the side “I’ll give you this one, cause’ you asked me the question” you chuckle “Happy now?”

“I’m quite satisfied” Hoseok laughs

“From what I personally saw, the biggest one here is the guy sitting beside you” Jimin suddenly shows up with a smirk

WTF ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE JIMIN HYUNG??!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE RECOVERING FROM THE KISS TAEHYUNG JUST GAVE YOU??!

“The guy sitting beside me?” You turn to your left and meet eyes with Yoongi

“Do I look like the kind of man who’d show my privacy to these worthless strippers?” Yoongi stares at you in disbelief

You blink at him for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. Yoongi really didn’t want to be there and it showed all over his behavior and his facial expression.

“We’re NOT STRIPPERS” taehyung reply in a very offended tone “Maybe Hoes, but not strippers”

“Someone put some tape over Taehyung’s mouth please” Namjoon face palms

“Okay I’ll be more precise. The guy sitting under you” Jimin giggles

You chuckle at yoongi’s hilarious response and turn to you turn around before meeting eyes with a very shy jungkook who’s awkwardly sipping on his beer as if it was apple juice.Red cheeks and very active eyes who’d glance everywhere but in your direction. Jungkook was nervous and he did not want to hear a response from you.It was already killing him to know that you’re now aware of this embarrassing information. Not that it was an embarrassment for him, he was rather proud to have the biggest size, but it was awkward in his perspective to tell you about this.

“Boy, why are you so red? Are you drunk?” you put your palm on his cheek and you can feel the heat radiating from him

DON’T TOUCH MY CHEEEKSSS!!!!!! * cries*

“Come on Jeon, why are you acting all shy now? You’d always show it off and brag when we’d be in the locker rooms” Hoseok rolls his eyes

“Shut it” Jungkook glares at his hyungs

“You actually brag about it? Whoah kook, I’m learning all sorts of thing from you today” you raise a brow “I didn’t expect you’d have the biggest size either” you punch his arm “You’re quite the man, huh?” you chuckled

Your jeans rode up and he could see from the side of his vision your exposed skin. Being dazed from your scent, your skin exposure and your proximity, it was currently driving him over the edge. You were so close yet so far. Beads of sweat along his side burns were glistering and falling right down from his jaw to his neck. Jungkook was nervous and anyone could tell from the first glance that he was suppressing himself to not move.

Let’s stay cool and not make this too obvious *puts professional mask on*

“I don’t know if I should feel offended by this comment or be happy, but thank you anyway. Can we please pass to the next question and stop talking about my size? ” Jungkook cringes his face

“Embrace it, BRAT. It’s not every day that you get to have that kind of size! “Hoseok replies

“Freaking embarrassing” jungkook face palms

“It’s okay jungkook-ah. Don’t be ashamed. I can brag about you now” you nudge him

“W-What? “He blinks at you “You’ll BRAG TO WHO ABOUT THIS? YOU NEVER EVEN SAW THE REAL THING.”

“Should I see it?” you smirk

EXCUSE ME?!!! Jungkook’s eyes almost dropped out of their sockets

Your comment just made his blood rush with anticipation and his sweatpants feel a bit tight for some weird reason. His heart jumped and he was suddenly pulsating with desire. He was restraining himself from breathing heavily because for some reason he found this straightforward side of you kind of aggressive and sexy. You were slowly turning him on and he was slowly starting to lose control over himself.Heat was rising everywhere on his skin and he needed a freezer to cool down.  

The boys let out ‘whoos’ and screams in excitement while jungkook’s jaw is dropping on the floor.How in the world did these kind of words managed to slip out of your tongue.Who knows? Maybe you really wanted to see something.

“THAT GIRL IS STRAIGHTFORWARD AND I LIKE IT!” Jimin stands up

“I’m just kidding guys” you chuckle “I think I’m getting too drunk” you cup your warm cheeks “Sorry, I thought It’d be cute to tease Jungkookie”

“Man, she just called you cute” Hoseok shook his head “Y/N, we just told you he had the biggest one yet you call him cute?”

“B-But he’s still my cute little Jungkook” you pout “Right, kookie?” you pinch his cheeks

“I ask for a re-match, I refuse to look at my dongsaeng being called cute when he has the biggest size in this room!” Hoseok stands up

“H-Hyung, DON’T DO IT” jungkook glares at Hoseok

“I choose the next dare” Hoseok says in a definitive tone “Go ahead and ask your two questions Y/N, because I’m choosing the next dare”

TO BE CONTINUED…


REQUEST/COMMENT FOR A PART 2 AND I’LL MAKE IT COME TRUE~

tell me what you’re thinking.  what you fear, what you love, what keeps you up at night.  tell me about your favourite memory, your least favourite, your scariest memory.  tell me about your first love, your first kiss, the person who first broke your heart.  i want to hear every little detail about you, to piece the mosaic together and work out where to place myself within your universe

Tell me, what if the one you want doesn’t want you anymore? What then?
Prompt List

i compiled some different prompts from different links. send me a pairing and a number (and add a genre too, eg. fluff, angst, sfw, nsfw etc. if you want specifics)

compiled from (x) (x) (x)

  1. “I don’t hate you.” 
  2. “Maybe there’s more to me than what meets the eye.” 
  3. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
  4. “It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”
  5. “Why are you stealing my clothes?” 
  6. “It’s nothing personal.” 
  7. “The blood’s just from a nosebleed; don’t worry about it.” 
  8. “You’ve got that whole drunken-sway thing going on.” 
  9. “Tell me what you want me to say.” 
  10. “There was a time I thought I loved you.” 
  11. “No matter how bad things get, I’ll always be here for you.” 
  12. “I’m just as fucked up as you are.” 
  13. “This is bad, right?” 
  14. “This is damaging my self-esteem, I hope you know.” 
  15. “I am here to grace you with my presence.” 
  16. “I don’t want to ruin you.”
  17. “I just want a hug.” 
  18. “My entire universe is/used to be you.” 
  19. “You won’t scare me away.” 
  20. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
  21. “We need to talk.” 
  22. “I don’t understand why you feel like you have to keep stuff from me.” 
  23. “I really don’t care what you think.” 
  24. “Creativity is not my strong suit.” 
  25. “There are some things we never bring up; that was one of them.” 
  26. “If you drop me, I’m dragging you down with me.” 
  27. “Life was so much easier when I hated you.” 
  28. “Sometimes… it’s hard, to learn to care about someone.” 
  29. “Would you like some fries with that attitude?” 
  30. “But I do love you.”
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Chapter Thirty Nine - Take My Sins | Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

everyone give me a pat on the back for saying i’d have it written for thursday and then actually doing it

au

“Ever heard of Ryan Ross?”
Brendon repeats the question to himself before looking defiantly at the camera, addressing his Periscope audience. “Nope.”
He absentmindedly rubs the ring on his finger as his head is filled with flashbacks from the wedding. After lots of debating, they had finally agreed it would be easier to just switch surnames. Now filled with pleasant memories from the private ceremony, he grins at the camera.
“Ryan Ross? Never heard of him.”
Ryan Urie, however, was Brendon Ross’ other half.

“Are those for me? You shouldn’t have. No, really.”

“When I’m with you, I can forget that the world is a bad place sometimes.”

“I keep forgetting to shave, but at this point, who cares?”

“I thought you had to tell me something. What is it?”

“I’m not angry at you. I was never angry at you.”

“This is important. It’s about the experiment.”