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“(f/n)-chan?” A weak, yet husky voice said through the phone.
“What?”
“I’m sick. Can you buy me some cough syrup?”
“Alright, Rin.”
“Get the strawberry flavored one, not that gross, black shit.”
“Got it.”
You and Rin were childhood friends, and you’ve had the hots for him a crush on him for quite a while now. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you know how confessions work, you get all clammy and awkward. Nope.
You knocked on his dorm room door at Samezuka Academy, only to be given no reply. So once again, you knocked. No reply.
“RIN. I AM KNOCKING HOLY CRAP PAY ATTENTION TO ME,” you yelled.
He replied with a measly three words. “Door’s open, retard.” So you opened the door, only to find Rin, almost hanging off of his bunk. Tissues were everywhere, except for the trashcan. This only prompted you to roll your eyes and groan.
“Where the hell is Sousuke?”
“He went home to visit his parents last night, and I woke up like this (a/n: omg low key beyonce reference right there),” he said. He looked so vulnerable in his feverish state.
You sighed. And then you clicked your tongue. “Well then, I brought you your frickin’ cough syrup, you whiny little prick.”
“Is it strawberry?”
“But of course. If I didn’t get strawberry, you wouldn’t let me live that down.” He laughed, but it only resulted in another cough attack. You quickly poured out the cough syrup, handing it to the purple-red-whatever-haired boy, along with a water bottle that you pulled out from your shopping bag. “Drink up, you’re going to cough out the depths of hell with all that coughing your doing.”
He obeyed, and when he finished, he gave you a sharky smile. “Thanks, (f/n).”
“You’re very welcome, Rin.” And that is where the problems began.
A few minutes of chats, laughs and coughs later, Rin’s eyes started to flutter.
“I feel drowsy.”
“Must be a side effect of the cough syrup,” you said, outstretching your arm to grab the medicine, in order to read the side effects listed on the bottle. But a hand stopped you—Rin’s hand.
“I love you, (f/n).”
“What.” You were filled with shock. Did he just say what I think he said? Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe he said, “I shove you, (f/n).” Maybe that’s it. Yeah. Maybe. Ok. Alright.
“I… love you.” Holy mackerel, he’s serious? He loves me. Oh damn. OHHHHH DAMN. “(f/n)? Are you listening?”
“Oh, Rin, is confusion and saying weird things a side effect of the cough syrup too? Man, I’ve got to buy a better brand next time,” you replied, following your words with nervous laughter. “Well, I mean, if you’re serious, then I guess my reply would be—”
You stopped your words, because when you looked over at Rin:
He was already asleep.
Sigh. It’ll have to wait.
“What?”
“I’m sick. Can you buy me some cough syrup?”
“Alright, Rin.”
“Get the strawberry flavored one, not that gross, black shit.”
“Got it.”
You and Rin were childhood friends, and you’ve had
You knocked on his dorm room door at Samezuka Academy, only to be given no reply. So once again, you knocked. No reply.
“RIN. I AM KNOCKING HOLY CRAP PAY ATTENTION TO ME,” you yelled.
He replied with a measly three words. “Door’s open, retard.” So you opened the door, only to find Rin, almost hanging off of his bunk. Tissues were everywhere, except for the trashcan. This only prompted you to roll your eyes and groan.
“Where the hell is Sousuke?”
“He went home to visit his parents last night, and I woke up like this (a/n: omg low key beyonce reference right there),” he said. He looked so vulnerable in his feverish state.
You sighed. And then you clicked your tongue. “Well then, I brought you your frickin’ cough syrup, you whiny little prick.”
“Is it strawberry?”
“But of course. If I didn’t get strawberry, you wouldn’t let me live that down.” He laughed, but it only resulted in another cough attack. You quickly poured out the cough syrup, handing it to the purple-red-whatever-haired boy, along with a water bottle that you pulled out from your shopping bag. “Drink up, you’re going to cough out the depths of hell with all that coughing your doing.”
He obeyed, and when he finished, he gave you a sharky smile. “Thanks, (f/n).”
“You’re very welcome, Rin.” And that is where the problems began.
A few minutes of chats, laughs and coughs later, Rin’s eyes started to flutter.
“I feel drowsy.”
“Must be a side effect of the cough syrup,” you said, outstretching your arm to grab the medicine, in order to read the side effects listed on the bottle. But a hand stopped you—Rin’s hand.
“I love you, (f/n).”
“What.” You were filled with shock. Did he just say what I think he said? Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe he said, “I shove you, (f/n).” Maybe that’s it. Yeah. Maybe. Ok. Alright.
“I… love you.” Holy mackerel, he’s serious? He loves me. Oh damn. OHHHHH DAMN. “(f/n)? Are you listening?”
“Oh, Rin, is confusion and saying weird things a side effect of the cough syrup too? Man, I’ve got to buy a better brand next time,” you replied, following your words with nervous laughter. “Well, I mean, if you’re serious, then I guess my reply would be—”
You stopped your words, because when you looked over at Rin:
He was already asleep.
Sigh. It’ll have to wait.
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Pies [Rin x Reader] Drabble
The room was engulfed with the smell of Christmas. Scents of cinnamon, delectable Honeycrisp apples, and nutmeg waft through the warm atmosphere. Sounds of humming came from the kitchen, as a young woman prepared and baked an assortment of pies. Her steady hands crimped the edges of her pie crust, she then reaches for a mixing bowl full of spices and fruit, dumping the mixture into her calphalon pan. After she evenly distributes the pie filling, she starts to lay long strips of dough on top of the pie, creating a woven look.
"Perfect!" She grins, clasping her hands together in glee.
The girl carefully picks up her apple pie and
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Rin x Reader: Rubricate
Rubricate: (v.) to mark or color with red
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Rin x Reader- Songs {Vine Drabbles}
"Makin' my way downtown, walking fast and I'm homebound..."
"Argh! (Name), would you please change the song?!" Rin yelled as you continued to sing along with the catchy song. You even turned it up louder to annoy him more. "UGH, (NAME)!!" You laughed and turned down the music. "Thank you." You changed the song again, turning up the volume. However, Rin hated this song even more...
"DON'T DROP THAT THUN THUN THUN!! EYYYY, DON'T DROP THAT THUN THUN THUN!!" You nearly screamed in Rin's ears. Rin looked extremely pissed off right now, but hey, you couldn't blame him. You were being pretty annoying. You lowered the volume again, much to the shar
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YO so I guess this sick!boys series is probably happening.
I'm debating whether I should create a part 2, where Rin wakes up. What do y'all think? Tell me in the comments. I guess I'm making a part 2.
PART 2 YO: hotstud6969.deviantart.com/art…
Anyways, Rin's pretty hot.
Like legit.
Apologies for OOC-ness.
I don't own the perfect purple-red-whatever haired boy.
I don't own you, dear Reader-san.
I own this story.
yey
leave me comments please! I love reading them.
PART 2 YO: hotstud6969.deviantart.com/art…
Anyways, Rin's pretty hot.
Like legit.
Apologies for OOC-ness.
I don't own the perfect purple-red-whatever haired boy.
I don't own you, dear Reader-san.
I own this story.
yey
leave me comments please! I love reading them.
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'Gross, black shit.' *CoughcoughRin-is-racistCoughcough* XD