take that heat wave

A Lesson [M]

Anonymous said: How about: you’re Jungkook’s girlfriend and once you had sex togheter on their dorm(you thought you were alone) suddenly Suga come and say that Kookie doesn’t make you scream enough so he decided to give him some tips … I know it’s hard, but I think It could be very interesting ;)

Anonymous said: Could you write a threesome with Yoongi and Kookie pls ?

Warnings: threesome smut, language

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anonymous asked:

Whats "In The Heights" about? All I know is that Lin is in it

ok kids buckle tf up here we go

so in the heights takes place in the middle of a heat wave, more specifically on july 3rd. it’s centered around a latino community in washington heights (which is in the northest part of manhattan), referred to as the barrio.

a few of the main characters:

1. usnavi de la vega (so dope y tu lo sabes)
originally played by lin, usnavi is probably the main-est character. he owns & runs a tiny bodega with his cousin, sonny. theyre both dominican. usnavi is 24 and sonny is 16. usnavi’s biggest dream is to go back home to the dominican republic and it continues to drive him throughout the musical. hes really awkward and messes up a lot but he tries & we love him anyways

2. vanessa otilia garcia (you know her, a little bit of cinnamon)
i dont think vanessa ever mentions where shes from??? but she was originally played by karen olivo (who now plays angelica in ham chicago!). she’s “the loveliest girl in the place”. she could have anyone in the whole barrio and she chose usnavi??? idk. shes usnavis love interest. shes a bamf & i lov her. she really really wants to move downtown. she works at the salon next to the de la vega bodega. shes 19

3. nina rosario (the barrio’s best)
quite possibly the most relatable character on broadway??? she’s 19 & puerto rican, played by mandy gonzalez. she was the only one in the barrio to go to college (stanford! hot damn!). she…. kinda dropped out tho and she kinda has a crisis bc like??? how tf is she supposed to break the news to everyone??? also her father owns the taxi dispatch that benny works at

4. benny (??? no last name??????)
hes like one of the maybe 2 non hispanic characters, played by none other than chris jackson. hes 24 and lowkey has a big crush on nina. knows how 2 pick up chicks. friends with usnavi.

5. abuela claudia (not really ur abuela)
cuban. not actually anyone’s abuela. is also everyone’s abuela. will probably be ur abuela too if u asked. usnavi is especially close to her, as is nina. arguably one of the purest characters in the show. played by olga ortiz.

6. daniela & carla
vanessa works w them at the salon. they know all the gossip of the barrio. /a l l/ of it. just try to tell them something going on that they dont know (hint: u cant). theres like a 95% chance theyre lesbians. daniela is puerto rican and carla is uh….. chiledominicurican??? but she always says shes from queens. dani is played by andrea burns & carla is played by janet dacal.

u should check the genius lyrics as u go along bc there’s a lot of spanish and spanglish thrown in there, and also bc some key plot points are left out of the soundtrack (rly only like 2 maybe 3 but still) and if not for the annotations theyll fly right over ur head.

in the heights is just a rly gr8 show, all of the latinx characters are played by latinx people, overall i’d give it about a 9/10 bc they made it much less gay (in the workshop ver, nina had a brother named lincoln & he was gay and had a crush on benny, also pete & sonny were supposed to kiss right before the last song) (we’re all really bitter abt that btw) (make in the heights gay again 2kForever) (its still a great show tho pls give it a listen)

ok this was a really long post sorry bye listen to in the heights

DON’T FORGET ME (PART ELEVEN)

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four    Part Five    Part Six

Part Seven    Part Eight    Part Nine  Part Ten


“Please just let her go, it’s me you’re angry with.” Lydia begged as she watched him drag you towards the door by your hair.

“No Lydia, you brought this on yourselves.” He hissed ad she let out a sob. “Taking it out on the two of you would be to easy so we’re going to find someone even better.”

“Stop it!” She screamed at him and he chuckled pointing to the white dust he’d scattered around the floor.

“We’ll be back before that wears off, can’t have an angry Banshee on the loose.” With that he tugged you out of the building and towards his car.

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machiavellianfictionist  asked:

Please give me more ML fic recommendations! I know we have similar taste because I love Truthful Scars and I just left a kudos in Sunshine and noticed the last person to do that before me was you. Thanks!

TIME TO GO THROUGH MY AO3 HISTORY

this is a huge rec holy hell

Sunshine by giratinas - Adrien feels a little warmer than usual when he looks at Marinette today. It’s probably just the summer heat, nothing to worry about. Right? (Rated E)

first day of my life by belligerent - Gamer AU where Ladybug and Chat Noir meet each other beta testing a video game. (Rated T. A personal favorite!)

Intense [Like Camping] by kali_asleep - It was supposed to be the perfect graduation trip: four days, just the four of them, camping in the forest.But things just don’t work out that way for Adrien and Marinette. As it turns out, the only thing worse than an accidental reveal is an accidental reveal in the middle of nowhere. (Rated T)

Too Real by PearLynn - She knows that her hormones will be the end of her, sooner or later. And with the way Chat is looking at her now, she knows it will be sooner. (Rated E)

Truthful Scars by frostedpuffs - Adrien Agreste has never been an expert in controlling his emotions. When feelings for his classmate in pigtails begin to arise, he can’t stop himself from seeing her any chance he gets—even when wearing a pair of cat ears and a black tail. Yet with all budding romances comes the inevitable (and quite unintentional) hurt, leaving Marinette to question her loyalty to Adrien all while contemplating why exactly Chat Noir is so good at making her cheeks burn and sending her heart into a beating frenzy. (Rated T. shoving my own fics in here lmao)

We Need To Talk by frostedpuffs - Adrien and Marinette have been together for nearly five months now. When an akuma attacks hits the school and Marinette can’t get away to transform quick enough, Chat Noir comes to her rescue, but does something Marinette would have never, ever expected. (Rated G)

this is home by clairelutra (exosolarmoon) - Marinette hadn’t thought he’d take the news so well. (Rated T)

Heat Wave by pamplemousses - A unbearable heat wave hits Paris, and Marinette can’t help but complain how hot her shared room with Adrien is at the moment. (Rated T)

Snuggle Bug by imthepunchlord - In the winter time, ladybugs slow down to hibernate, and have been known to stowaway inside homes for warmth. Marinette is no different. As a true, sleepy and cold Ladybug, she’ll latch onto anything that moves. And is warm. (Rated G. ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE ANOTHER PERSONAL FAVORITE)

did you get my message? by mazberrypie - After a long night of working on some designs, Marinette doesn’t do a very good job of checking who she is texting.

Dance in the Dark by MisterDoctorProfessorPatrick - Chat Noir decides to pay his princess a visit, but since black cats are hard to see in the dark, he overhears a little more than he might have expected. (Rated E)

Freckles, Dots, and Ladybug Spots by caibi - He traced the spots on her skin like they were parts of a constellation; little stars that would light the way. He didn’t know he’d follow the trail to the one he’d been meant to find.

Without You by Inkkerfuffle - The apartment is far too quiet now, far too lonely and cold now that Adrien had moved out. It’d been one week since he had finally taken all his stuff and moved away, and it’d been six days since Marinette had finally gathered the courage to set foot back inside the home they once shared. It just wasn’t supposed to end like this. In fact, it wasn’t supposed to end at all. (Rated T. IT HURTS SO MUCH BUT IT’S WORTH IT)

Telltale by Zizzani - It all starts with a simple injury, but slowly Ladybug begins to really see who Chat Noir is, and Adrien begins to see Marinette… (Rated T)

The Consequences of Midnight Makeouts by Faequeen40 - Marinette has a very distinctive hickey and it seems like the universe is out to get her. (Rated T)

I Do? by SKayLanphear - Marinette and Adrien are getting married! Unfortunately, Adrien is bothered by the fact that he didn’t invite Ladybug, while Marinette gets cold feet every time Chat Noir flits through her head. A story of mixed up love, rash mistakes, and two oblivious superheroes who should have figured things out a long time ago. (Rated T. IT HURTS SO MUCH… IT HURTS SO MUCH)

The Date by Magical_Awesome_Kid - They had a simple deal: one date. Chat had one date to sweep Ladybug off her feet. If she still didn’t like him in that way at the end of the day, he’d give up his attempts altogether. Ladybug took the deal, knowing that her heart belonged to another.But we know them too well. (Rated G)

Cat Nap by madasthesea - Marinette, upon being woken from a nap by Adrien, recognizes his voice. But not as Adrien. He can’t help but tease her about it. (Rated G)

The Hazard of Being a Baker’s Daughter by konekat - One night while on patrol, Adrien notices flour in Ladybug’s hair. When Marinette complains about the flour from her dad’s bakery the next day at school, he starts to get suspicious. (aka “The Flour Reveal Fic”) (Rated G)

Pas de Chance by InsanitySilver - A July night finds Paris tossed into chaos and two heroes scrambling for shelter. Ladybug takes Chat Noir to the only safe place she knows: home. (Rated G)

Try and Try Until You… by sarahcada - In which Adrien and Marinette fight to protect their wedding night. (Rated M)

perfect fit by Lee_Mix - Sometimes wearing your heart on your sleeve isn’t the best thing. It’s a good thing Marinette is a designer–trim out the excess, and display it proud for everyone to see. - Aka: Marinette’s crush on Adrien is revealed to the entire class, and Chat Noir is surprisingly good at giving love advice. (Rated G)

boom, clap (the sound of my heart) by chassecroise (rhapsodyinpink) - You can learn a lot of things about someone during a thunderstorm. Sometimes even more than you bargained for. (A post-Jackady Ladrien/Adrinette one-shot) (Rated T. honest to god im in love with this)

The Blushing Game by amiraculousladybug - What starts out as an innocent game escalates into something more for our two Parisian heroes. (Rated T)

sugar, sugar by Mooncactus - After discovering the identity of the man making his and Ladybug’s life a living hell, Chat Noir overworks himself to the point of exhaustion - and dangerously low blood sugar levels. (Rated T)

Blind by PearLynn - Out of all the scenarios she played out in her head, the few where she and Chat magically hooked up for some unknown reason, she never imagined being blindfolded. (Rated E)

Until I lose count by Baneismydragon - Adrien hadn’t planned on kissing Marinette. He certainly hadn’t planned on doing it more than once. He DEFINITELY didn’t plan on doing it repeatedly while hiding behind the comfortable anonymity of his alter ego. But some habits are very hard to break, especially when the more times you do something, the less you want to stop. (Rated T)

Food For the Soul by ParadiseAvenger - “Why don’t you come by during the day and buy sweets like a normal person?” Marinette fixed him in place with her blue eyes, roving over his black cat suit. “Why don’t you come dressed as a normal person?” she added. Adrien barked a little wry laugh. “Let’s just say I can’t,” he said and forced himself not to elaborate. (Rated T)

My Last Thoughts are of You by SKayLanphear - When a freak accident sends Marinette into critical condition, the only thing she can think about is Chat Noir. She wasn’t going to make it and someone had to tell him. Otherwise, he’d never know what had happened to her–why his lady had never returned. And, as it just so happens, Adrien is there with her near the end, so she decides that he can take the message to Chat just as well as anyone. (Rated T. oUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH  THIS IS THE ONE AND ONLY FIC THAT HAS EVER MADE ME CRY A LOT OKAY I WAS ALMOST SOBBING)

The Bakery by cyansea - Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life used to revolve around the bakery her family worked at, but with all of the things going on in her life, it’s become the least of her worries. When Ladybug mentions she likes the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, she doesn’t think anything will come of it.

the rain was falling in steady streams, like tears upon the face of someone who’d just lost a loved one. maybe spring was crying because summer would be coming soon, taking away its life anew and turning it into constant heat waves and melted ice cream and lovers adventuring on white sandy beaches. if the girl was a season, she would be spring, because she soon would be losing something very important to her and the tears would come like waterfalls. the boy was autumn, in a constant state of decay that had both days of warm and cold on his side. and the girl that would take the boy away from spring herself was summer, ripping out the last strands that spring had left of him from her hands like the bright rays of sun dry up the wet remnants of rain.
—  seasons of love // l.w.

anonymous asked:

Ohhh shit that BBMA picture is too funny. Our Gwen Stefani is the Queen of stealing your culture. Indians the other indians lol, Jamaicans, Africans, Japanese is there any culture left that Gwen did not appropriate. Anyone? LOL. Her slutty native American music video was banned from youtube wasn't it?

Satan? Is that you? I thought I banished you! Off with you and take your heat wave with you!

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saltveined  asked:

-Reluctantly gives you smooches.-

@saltveined is out for the feels today

          go away, he wants to say, stop that. yet the words refuse to leave past his lips, as though trying to convince him he should be putting them to better use other than speaking such FALSEHOOD. the gesture is overflowing with affection, && the young BASTARD of Winterfell still is unsure of what to make of it — for, ever since that EVENTFUL hunting trip, the lines between the two of them have been quite blurred. with a wave of heat taking over his cheeks, then, Jon sheepishly averts his gaze back to the dagger he was honing, but makes no attempt to move. quite on the contrary — he does inch a tiny tad bit CLOSER.

‘ …what do you want, Greyjoy? ‘

We’re late - Junior (Got7)

You and your boyfriend, Jinyoung had a wedding to go to so you were laying out your clothes on the bed when you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your stomach, hugging you tightly. You smiled knowing that it was your boyfriend. He placed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. 

“Babe why don’t you get in the shower.” you said to him. He placed another kiss on your neck ignoring what you had just said. You just rolled your eyes and continued doing what you were doing. You felt him bite down on your neck after a while and you jumped. “Jinyoung, stop” you said but instead of stopping he rocked his hips close to your bum for you to feel how hard he was. 

You spun around immediately gently pushing him back.”No” was all you said.

He frowned. “Why not?”

“Because we have a wedding to go to and I don’t want to be late.” you stated grabbing a towel from your closet and going into the bathroom leaving him in your bedroom.

You completely stripped your clothes in the bathroom and got into the shower turning it on. You stepped under the water closing your eyes just enjoying how it felt against your skin.  You were so in your own world you didn’t hear when the bathroom door open or when Jinyoung came into the shower. You only realized when he wrapped his arms around you pulling your body back into his making you feel his toned torso and naked boner.

“Jinyoung I told you..” you began but he interrupted.

“I really don’t give a fuck.” he said attaching his lips to your neck and sucking hard on it making you close your eyes and moan. He continued assaulting your neck with sucks, licks and bites all over, wanting to leave as many lingering hickies as possible. 

You were now completely horny for him as you pushed your bum back making it touch his hardened member. He moaned into your neck as you did that loving the friction it created. You pulled away from him spinning around and pulling him towards you crashing your lips lustily to his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth immediately beginning to battle for dominance with his.

He held you tightly around the hips whilst your hands were around his neck deepening the kiss even more. The water from the shower was falling on both of you but you didn’t care, it just felt good. Jinyoung soon let his hands wander from your hips and go to your bum where he squeezed it hard making you moan into his mouth. He bit on your bottom lip harshly gaining another moan from you. 

You pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him through hooded eyes. “I want it in my mouth please.” you said needily and he smirked. He pecked you one last time before he leaned against the shower wall and pushed you down to kneel on the floor. The tiles were cold and wet beneath your knee but it didn’t bother you, you just wanted to pleasure him.

His length was right in front of your face now, hard and standing upright. You took it in your hand and licked the tip teasingly making him grunt sexily just making you want him even more. You licked it again and again loving the sounds that were escaping from his mouth as he looked down at you. 

You began licking all over it, not just the tip. You licked it from the base to the head whilst looking him in his face. The way he was looking at that moment was so sexy. His eyes were dark and hooded with lust as he held his soft pink bottom lip in between his white teeth. You moaned at the sight before putting just his tip in your mouth. He threw his head back and cursed as you began swirling your tongue around the sensitive head.

You loved the way he was moaning your name, you loved how worked up he was for you. You began sucking on the head hard whilst your hand reached down and began playing with his balls. He looked down at you again wrapping his hands in your now soaking wet hair from the water and forced more of him into your mouth.

You took it in greedily and began bobbing your head up and down around him giving him so much pleasure. He began moving his hips along with your movements making you moan around him. “Fuck baby girl” he mumbled as he stopped your head and held it in place as he began to fuck your mouth making you gag which just fueled his pleasure. 

However after a short while he pulled out of your mouth making you pout up at him. He smirked and helped you up kissing your lips briefly. “Babe go and face the wall for me.” he said and you did as he said facing the wall so that your back was towards him. He unhooked the shower head and passed it in front of you putting it in front of your core. 

“What are you doing?” you questioned confused. He just chuckled and turned the water on hard. He forced you to open your legs wide and put the shower head by your clit and you screamed. The forceful stream of water was hitting you directly on your clit and it was so pleasurable. He attached his lips to your neck sucking harshly as the water beat against your sensitive bud making you moan over and over. He reached down with his other hand and entered one long finger into your hole and you moaned. You couldn’t believed that your shower was giving you so much pleasure.

He began fingering you as he sucked on your neck and as the water beat your clit. God it all felt too good, you were already close from all this stimulation. You closed your eyes and threw your head back and before you knew it, you felt nothing. Jinyoung had pulled his finger out of you, put back the shower head and removed his lips from your neck.

“What the fuck?!” you said but then he entered his dick into you from behind and you screamed in pleasure.

“Shit baby you feel so good.” he groaned heatedly onto your neck giving you goosebumps as he began moving inside of you. He felt so good, fulling you up the way he did. You moaned throwing your head back and he took that opportunity to attach his lips to yours kissing you sloppily but heatedly at the same time, it felt amazing. 

The way the water cascaded over both of you feeling cool against your heated bodies just added to the pleasure of the moment. He was fucking you at a good rhythm, not too slow and not too fast as your lips kissed each others. His hands were on your hips squeezing them as he pulled you into him even closer. You moaned into the sloppy kiss making him smirk.

Jinyoung and you had never had shower sex before but it felt so good you knew this wouldn’t be the last time. He kept thrusting into you, never faltering. You pulled away from the kiss staring up at his pleasured face. You loved to see him looking like that. You moaned loudly as  he hit your g spot sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout your heated body. 

He removed one of his hands from your hips and began circling your clit at the same speed as he was fucking you. You closed your eyes and moved numerous times because of how good he was making you feel. “I’m close” he mumbled and you nodded, you were as well.

His thrusts became faster but sloppier and you clenched hard around him, two thrusts later both of you were cumming hard as a mixture of moans and curses left your lips. It felt so good, it was a huge wave of pleasure just taking over your heated body. He rode out both of your orgasms before placing a soft kiss to the back of your neck and pulling out.

He spun you around to face him and pecked your lips softly. “Let’s actually shower now.” he chuckled,”Because we’re late.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I wonder why.”

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Blue.

Request: Itzmedeanacelis asked “Can you do a Castiel fic, where the reader prays to cas to help her find for her love and Cas says he might not be that far, but shes too oblivious. Then Castiel tried, but couldn’t help her find her true love so he confesses his love.”

Summary: Based on the song ‘Blue’ by Beyonce. The reader is tired of being alone, just because she’s a hunter doesn’t mean she can’t find true love right? But…what she doesn’t know is that a certain angel has had his eye on her for quite a while. she’s just a bit too oblivious to see it.

Pairing: CastielxReader

Word count: 3,594 (Jesus fix it)

Warnings: Fluff? Cursing, Castiel being a pure sweetheart.

Author: @Jadangelofthelord

A/N: Holy crap. It took me over two weeks to write this and why? because im in highschool, JROTC, Honors classes, and i do MMA outside of school so its hard to really get time to write. aaaand since it was taking me so long i decided to lengthen this for you all. It was so much fun to write because i just…..UHG. Just please enjoy!

Originally posted by deanyw



‘Love is a serious mental illness.’

-Plato

Romance movies sucked ass. They were just so……lovey dovey, and you hated it.

Not really.

You knew it was only because you could never have what they had. You’d never get that kiss in the rain or a magnificent profession of love. But a girl could dream right?

“Do we have to watch this?” You groaned as the couple kissed for the seventh time in the last ten minutes. Dean looked at you from his spot on the couch and scoffed “you’re the one who wanted to watch this.”

“Yeah, well now I don’t so can you turn it off?”

“Oh someone’s touchy today.” Dean mumbled before pulling out the DVD and putting in something with way too many buff men on the cover.

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself from the couch. You walked towards the kitchen to get something to eat, maybe that’ll take your mind off love.

'How come hunters can’t have true love?’ You thought anyway 'we deserve it as much, no, even more than anyone!’

You opened a cabinet and stood on your toes to reach the popcorn. 'I wish I would find a true love.’

You opened it and walked to the microwave. Shoving the packet inside you sighed 'I wonder if Castiel can help me.’ You pondered that thought and then shook your head 'why would Castiel help me? I’m just-’

“Y/N.” A gruff voice made you sigh. You’d dealt with his surprises enough to not even bat an eye.

You turned to your angel, wait your angel? You shook that thought off and smiled “Hey Cas.”

He stood in the middle of the room as stiff as always. Trench coat and suit crisp as a summers eve, and eyes bluer than ever. “Did you call for me?”

You shook your head and then nodded “no, I mean yes? It was an accident, I was thinking an-”

“About me?” There was a ghost smile on his lips. “I’m honored.”

You let out a small laugh and he took a step towards you. “What can I help you with Princess?”

His use of your nick name made you bite your lip. After you met each other he caught you dancing along to your favorite Disney princess movie. You confessed that you were a Disney kid at heart and ever since then the name stuck to you.

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head and looked towards the microwave. One more minute.

“That’s not true.” He said before looking around “I remember when I found you crying in your bathroom.”

He walked towards you and you wrapped your arms around your waist “I stood outside the door talking to you for an hour before you finally told me what was wrong and you remember what I told you?”

“That you already knew.” You sighed, damn mind reading. He nodded and  now he was an arms length away from you.

“Because you called for me Y/N.” He looked at you and you felt your insides wiggle. It was a reaction your body got whenever Cas was close or looked at you a certain way. It was confusing. “You always call for me, and I’m always there.”

“Castiel this isn’t something you can help with.” You said lowly.

He stared at you for a second before looking away. He cursed under his breath, too low for you to hear.

“I’ll help you.”

Your eyebrows rose “what?”

“You’re true love.” He continued “I’ll help you find whomever it is.” He sounded so off about it. You wrung your hands “Castiel you don’t-”

“But I will.” He cut you off and stared you down. His eyes were so shiny, and so…….unhappy.

“Castiel what’s wrong?”

“I’ll be back tomorrow so we can start.”

Then he was gone. The timer of the microwave sounded off behind you making you jump. You took the hot bag from the microwave and made your way back to the Living room.

'I guess tomorrow I find love.’


'I sure hope so Y/N’


Dean walked into his room and face planted onto his bed. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Dean.”

Damnit.

He flipped on to his back and sat up “hey Cas.”

Castiel ran a hand down his face “Y/N wants to find her true love.”

“Well that’s great.” Dean said crossing his arms over his chest “you can finally slide your angel ass in their and stop following her like a lost puppy.”

Castiel tilted his head and glared “I am much more than a puppy.”

Dean rolled his eyes “anyway, what’s the problem?”

“How am I supposed to find her ”true love“ when I love her?” Castiel said using air quotes “She doesn’t even love me back.”

Castiel scowled at the thought of someone else touching you. Kissing you. Loving you.

“You know, for an almost all knowing being, you’re pretty dense.” Dean said motioning for Cas to sit.

Castiel slowly sank on to the bed before Dean continued “Listen Cas, Y/N is a bit of an airhead at times.”

Cas opened his mouth to ask what that was before Dean stopped him “Everyone else here knows you have feelings for her, hell even Crowley knows. Y/N just needs a giant sign in the sky for her to even take a hint.”

“So I should write it in the sky?”

“No, you should show her how much you love her dude! Treat her nice and make her feel special.”

“I always do that Dean and she still doesn’t see it.” Castiel sighed. It was true, ever since he first met you he tried his best to show his feelings. He’d take you to your favorite restaurants, buy you gifts, and even watched all three toy stories with you on your period.

The only thing he hadn’t done was get to first base.

“Yeah she’s a bit ditsy in the love department.” Dean said nodding “just try harder, and actually tell her how you feel.”

Castiel looked at the floor for a moment, trying to conjure up his own plan. “Alright, I know what to do.”

“Awesome.” Dean rose his hand to high five the angel but he was already gone. Leaving Dean hanging.


Day:1

“So tell me again how I’m supposed to find love here?” You said looking around the bustling amusement park.

People maneuvered themselves around you. Families laughing together, couples holding hands. All the excitement made you buzz.

“I’ve seen it happen in movies.” Castiel said moving out of the way for a woman pushing a stroller.

You watched as a couple kissed on a bench not to far from you. “Okay let’s try it.”


“Okay this was a bad idea.” You squeezed your eyes shut as the roller coaster jerked its way up the track. You peeked your eyes open and saw the upcoming drop.

Oh fuck…..

Castiel sat next to you with perfect posture looking around. “Seeing the world like this is a very subtle reminder of just how small humans are. I remember when my fa-”

His words were cut off when your cart went over the track and almost straight down. The gravity pulled on you and you screamed, not in pain but in excitement.

Twist and curves jerked you both around and you threw your arms in the air and give an excited 'WOOOOOO!’

Castiel smiled at you and soon reached his arms up as well. His smile could’ve outshone the sun.

When you pulled back into the loading dock you both burst into a fit of giggles. Your legs were a bit wobbly getting out of the cart so Castiel put a hand on your waist to steady you.

You both made your way toward the entrance of the ride, still feeling the movement of it within you.

“And when we hit the first drop I thought I was going to get pulled out of my seat!” You said smiling. Castiel nodded “I actually felt like I was flying again.”

You spent hours laughing together, riding rides, and he even won you four gigantic stuffed animals (one of which wore a trench coat).

Castiel made sure to keep his hand on your waist all through the night.


Day: 2

You woke up and smelled him. He was all around you and you felt safe. You wrapped yourself in him and inhaled, heaven.

You opened your eyes and looked around. You were alone in your room, in your bed. For some reason that unnerved you. You shifted and felt the cool fabric move with you, it’s sleeves  way too big for your hands.

You sat up and pulled the trench coat closer around you. He must’ve given it to you last night when you got cold.

You stood up and stretched. Even on your tippy toes the coat drug on the floor. You were in a pair of sleeping shorts and a t shirt.

The utter thought of Castiel having to take off your clothes sent a wave of heat to your core. That wasn’t right. He was an angel and your friend! Even imagining that he’d like you for more than a friend was a pleasure even heaven couldn’t give.

Your feet padded on the cold floor as you made your way to the kitchen. Castiels coat drug on the floor behind you like a cape.

“I’m positive it’s working.” Castiels voice drifted towards you “I can feel her soul reaching for my grace.”

You stopped. Who were they talking about?

“What the hell does that even mean?” Deans gruff voice cut in.

“It means that-” your foot slipped from your hiding place and now four eyes were in you.

“Hey boys.” You said trying to play it off “Am I interrupting something?”

Dean and Cas shared a look that said 'are you gonna tell her?’

'Hell no I’m not gonna tell her, you better not fucking tell her.’

Until Dean finally cleared his throat and stood up “Well have fun you crazy kids. Use protection, give consent, swallow.” And quick shuffled out o the room.

You looked at Castiel and noticed how he only had his white dress shirt on. Oh! Your mind reeled and you remembered that you were wearing his trench coat.

“Uh Cas?” You motioned to your body and he chuckled.

“You fell asleep on the way here last night and I didn’t want to wake you.”

He looked away from you “plus I thought you’d look really hot in my coat.”

You fought back a smile and simply nodded. “So what’s on the agenda today angel?”

“Get dressed.” He said leaning against the counter “I have a surprise for you.”


Hours. You’d been waiting for Castiels return for hours. After you ran to get dressed in your room you found a beautiful dress waiting for you. It had sleeves that stopped just at your elbow and hugged you in all the right places before fanning out around your hips.

It took you about two hours to get ready and when you went to meet Castiel, he was gone.

Poof!

So you waited, and prayed prayed prayed. Until you simply gave up and threw a pair of sweatpants on under your dress.

You were still gonna wear it just in case.

It was 8:35 when you heard the unmistakable flutter of wings.

“Y/N are y- what’s wrong?”

You sat on the couch with your arms crossed over your chest, and you were pissed. You felt like a cartoon with steam rolling off its head. “You told me to get dressed 10 hours ago Castiel, and you want to know what’s wrong? You fucking left me here to look stupid and wait on you, you assho-”

You turned to look at him and your heart punched itself. He stood there in a crisp navy blue suit to match your dress and a huge array of white and red roses in hand. He looked at his feet and shoved a hand in his pocket “I don’t know everything about dates.” He mumbled lowly “I wanted to make it perfect, sometimes time slips away.”

He looked at you and licked his lips “….I’m sorry Y/N.”

A date? Castiel looked at you “only if you want to.”

You shimmied out of your sweatpants and stood up. He looked you over and smiled “is that a yes?”

“Well my hair and makeup are still in tact, plus…” You walked towards him “I’m pretty excited to see what an angel has in store for me.”

He reached for your hand and you prepared yourself to be zapped away. Instead you began walking to the garage.

You walked to Cas’s car and he opened the passenger side for you “I thought this would be more romantic.”

You nodded, where did this side of him come from?

He slid into the drivers side “it’s always been there Y/N.” He peeked over at you “for some reason you’ve just never seen it.”

He pulled out if the garage and into the night. After five minutes he silently reached over and intertwined his hand with yours.


“Castiel this is…..” You trailed off not knowing the proper word to describe what was in front of you. Castiel had driven another hour before pulling to (what you thought was) an abandoned field. You walked a little farther and suddenly a beautiful white gazebo materialized in front of you.

Small lanterns lined the inside giving it a warm glow. A table and two chairs sat inside and were arrayed with your favorite food. All in all, it was fucking fantastic.

“Does your silence mean you like it?” Castiel said rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

You smirked “it’s amazing Cas.”

He guided you to the gazebo and sat you down before taking a seat opposite of you. Soon your favorite food materialized in front of you, and if you weren’t in love before you damn sure was now.

“So.” Castiel said leaning towards you “where do we start?”


You laughed as tears prickling your eyes. Castiel couldn’t hold back his either as his voice bellowed through the night.

Your laughter soon died down and you were there looking at each other. Just looking, and smiling.

'Sometimes these wall as seem to cave in on me. When I look in your eyes, I feel alive.’

“Why are you staring at me?” You asked shifting your eyes between Castiel, the food, and the gazebo.

“It’s the closest thing to heaven as of now.” He said without missing a beat. You laughed “that was so cheesy but cute so I’ll accept it.” He smiled and nodded “I only tell the truth.”

'Some days we say words that don’t mean a thing but when your holding me tight, I feel alive.’

You hadn’t even noticed the soft music playing around you. Your body swayed to the sweet words filling the gazebo and you smiled.

Castiel stood and held his hand out to you. You took it without hesitation and let him pull you to your feet. Hands found his shoulders and your waist and soon your chest were pressed together.

He pulled you even closer if that was possible and it felt like this is where you were meant to be.

'Make it last forever. Come on baby won’t you hold on to me? hold on to me. You and I together. Come on baby won’t you hold on to me? hold on to me.’

You were turning, swaying, gripping. Every note of the song seemed to carry you both on a whim. Your back bumped into the table and you both broke into grins.

“Would you rather take this to the grass” Castiel said nodding behind you. You turned around and the freshly cut green grass looked soft enough.

You nodded and took off your shoes before walking on to the lawn. He kicked off his shoes and followed closely behind you. The music turned up so it was loud enough for the both of you.

He gripped your waist when you turned back to you and pulled you back to his chest.

'Each day I feel so blessed to be looking at you. Cause when you open your eyes, I feel alive.’

Castiel picked you up and you let out a small yelp. He twirled you in the air and looked up at you as if you were the rarest of things. You both laughed as he put you back down, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.

You spun away from him just letting the music fill you.

'My heart beats so damn quick when you say my name. When I’m holding you tight, I’m so  alive. Now let’s just live it up.’

He watched you sway to her words. The way your body moved was something he could watch forever.

“Castiel?”

His heart skipped when he heard you whisper his name. He blinked and you were moving your feet towards him. His grace was pushing out of him practically launching towards you.

His mouth was dry. So dry. And you looked so perfect. Everything was so perfect.

You were in front of him now and he could see your soul. It was so beautiful, so elegant and exciting and grand and rough and gentle. So you you you.

He needed you.

You needed him.

“Y/N.” His voice was deeper than before. You licked your lips “Castiel.”

His hands were on your waist now and yours were clasped behind his neck. Closer.

You smelled him and remembered this morning. How you woke up with his coat.

You remembered your birthday and how he was the first one there. You remembered last Wednesday when he carried you on his back around the grocery store because you stubbed your toe.

You remembered when he found you crying and all the sweet things he whispered and how he carried you to your bed and how he took off his shoes, his jackets, his tie and laid next to you. You remembered how you cried yourself to sleep one hot summer night because of how much you loved him. Because of how much you loved him. Because of how much you loved him.

'Make it last forever. Come one baby won’t you hold onto me? Hold onto me. You and I together. Come on baby won’t you hold onto me? Hold on to me.’

His hands roamed your back and you felt so different now. But somehow…..the same.

'We gotta hold on.’

Hands were on your cheeks now tilting you to look up at him. His lips were pink and puffy and his cheeks tinted.

Your hair was amiss from the dancing, as was his. He watched as you bit your lip anticipation, soft.

'I gotta hold on.’

All this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be with Castiel. He was supposed to be yours.

Your hands pulled him closer.

'You’ve got to hold on. You’ve got a hold on, a hold on to me.’

Castiel was almost there. He wanted you to know how much he wanted needed you. He needed your touch, your smell, your everything.

It was addicting.

And now you were dancing again. Smiling at each other like fools because that’s exactly what you were. You both are dumb blind for one another and no one in heaven, earth, hell, or even purgatory could do a damned thing about it.

'We got to hold on. I gotta hold on. You’ve got to hold on. You’ve got a hold on to me.’

Fireflies were glowing past your head while the stars watched. You both were laughing and spinning and laughing and spinning spinning spinning.

Until you weren’t. His forehead rested against yours and your breathing tried to even itself. He watched as you took a deep breath and inhaled him. Crickets rung in your ears and you sighed content.

He leaned down and pressed a soft lingering kiss on your cheek. It was so sudden that you couldn’t help but jump.

'Make it last forever. Come on baby won’t you hold on to me? Hold on to me.’

He watched you. He watched you stand in your toes. He watched you bring your hand to his cheek. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He didn’t watch you bring your lips to his, but he felt it.

He felt everything. Your lips moved together and he gripped your waist tighter. His tongue swiped your bottom lip an you opened your mouth to him.

Teeth, tongue, lips, everything was crashing together in a mess of love. It was sloppy and you both started laughing, too excited to even give one another a proper kiss.

'You and I together. Come on baby won’t you hold on to me? Hold on to me.’

He laughed “Is this how you pictured it?” Before leaning down and kissing you again.

“No.” You answered truthfully “but it’s better than anything I could.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled up so that he engulfed you in a hug. Your toes barely touched the soft grass.

“I love you.”

'Blue….’

You don’t know who said it first but you both whispered it again. I love you.

His grace buzzed around your soul and he smiled. You felt it, you both felt it. This was meant to be. Castiel was always yours, you were just to stupid to ever see it.

It was all so…

'Blue.’

Bite Me pt. 3 [Chanyeol]

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Summary: Coming home from the book store that you’d love to go to you get bitten by a wolf on your way home by the forest that was rumored to have supernatural beings lurking. From a wolf bite but to be more exact werewolf bite you start to have weird symptoms ranging from heightened smell, hearing, strength, and healing. Finally as the full moon arrives you change and meet someone unexpected.

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Type: Scenario/series

Genre: Wolf! au

Member: Chanyeol from Exo


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When you open your mouth and a Scottish accent comes out, people are surprised. You speak English really well, they say, and you nod politely as if your first words hadn’t been some form of ‘mum’ like 99% of the Hogwarts population. It gets better after a while—eleven year olds don’t really care where you’re from, as long as you’re nice and share your Honeydukes packages—so when the Beauxbatons delegation arrives your fifth year and that strange new potato dish appears on the table, you and Marietta Edgecombe, who’s also from Scotland, laugh and tell everyone that stovies are nothing new, really.

Still, that night when Roger Davies coaxes you to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower with him, he calls you exotic. You call him silly. Your grandparents are Chinese, but you have lived in Scotland all your life. Yet you follow him to the Astronomy Tower anyway, and let his ice blue eyes slide over your body because, for once, having porcelain skin and jet black hair makes you beautiful instead of just abnormal. For a while, at least, you are exotic.

Those Beauxbaton girls are exotic too, though, especially the girl with flowing blonde hair Davies fawns over all the way to the Yule Ball. You take that news unexpectedly well. Deep inside, you always knew you couldn’t compete with a Beauxbaton girl. They are French, and that’s the kind of exotic Hogwarts boys really want.

Except the Hufflepuff one, the one with grey eyes you had a crush on back in third year. Cedric Diggory, from Ottery St. Catchpole. He finds you by the lake, takes you aside under a beech tree as your friends giggle in the background, and shyly asks if you will go the Yule Ball with him. He shouldn’t be this shy. He needn’t be shy at all, because ‘yes’ tumbles out of your mouth with no reservation. He is so very handsome.

And good. And sweet. So deliciously, blithely sweet. He kisses you unexpectedly your first date at Madame Puddifoot’s Teashop, and then again in the alleyway behind Zonko’s. When you come up for breath and take a peak at this boy who makes your nerves tingle, his eyes remain closed as his lips reach for another taste.

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*** So so so so sorry about missing the update yesterday (Tuesday). My internet was gone and I couldn’t do anything online so I spent the last couple of days playing modern warfare. 😂😂 Here it is though, The Hills Chapter 6. ***

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You smiled as you looked up at the bird in the tree, snuggling up with her babies in the nest. They were chirping happily and you looked around, taking in the sight of your backyard. It was an exceptionally beautiful day, clear skies with not a cloud in sight. There was a heavy breeze and leaves were tumbling along the grass as they flew in the wind. You sipped at your coffee and enjoyed how peaceful this morning was. 

You’d woken up early and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep so you settled for making a hot mug of caffeine and watching the sun come up from the balcony. Things had been complicated the last couple of days. Evan had come home early, then he’d seen and taken the call from Juice. You didn’t know what the two said to each other but the last 3 days following that call had left Evan very pensive and distant and you didn’t know why. You knew that Juice must’ve said something that made him upset but Evan had yet to bring it up to you. You just hoped that whatever it was hadn’t given away what you and Juice had been up to. 

While you weren’t exactly happy with your marriage, you still found comfort in Evan sometimes and you weren’t one that liked change. You’d spent the last couple of years with him and you couldn’t imagine not having him as your husband anymore, even if he was absent and too controlling at times. Even though he was gone so much, you still tried to enjoy the time you did have with him and the thought of not having anyone scared you. So the more you thought about what you’d been doing behind his back, the more scared you got and the more guilty you felt. No matter now unhappy you were in your marriage, you should have never gotten involved with Juice. You loved the comfort and affection you got from him. You loved how happy you were around him. How alive you felt. You wished you could feel that way with Evan. With a heavy sigh, you finished off the rest of your coffee and stood up from the outdoor couch, taking one last look at the rising sun before heading back inside and deciding to call Juice before Evan woke up.

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“Weird seeing you here in the daylight girly.” You nodded and smiled, walking the rest of the way up to the clubhouse and embracing Tig as he held his arms open to you. He smiled but then went serious as he saw your nervous body language. “You ok? Is something wrong?” You shook your head quickly and laughed. “No. No, I’m good. I just needed to talk to Juice.” Tig nodded and pointed his thumb inside. “He’s by the bar. Come on.” You walked in together and waved at Chucky as he smiled brightly seeing you come in. “Bonjour Madame.” “Hey Chuck.” Juice looked up as he heard your voice and patted the stool next to his. You swallowed dryly and looked around before having a seat. You weren’t really sure why you were nervous in the clubhouse when you knew there wasn’t anyone there that would tell on you but you were still jumpy.

“What’s up?” Juice didn’t have an attitude with you and for that you were grateful. You’d been less than friendly towards him the last time you’d spoken and you were afraid he’d be rude and standoffish but as always, he was just as much of a sweetheart as usual. “I uh…I wanted to to apologize…for how rude I was last time we spoke. I guess I just hate hearing the truth. It’s not easy for me, this whole…thing. Whatever this is that we have going on. It’s just been stressing me out and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.“ 

Juice nodded and smiled, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "Don’t worry about it babe. I was a dick too. I shouldn’t have said that shit to you. I don’t know if he loves you or not but it doesn’t matter because it’s none of my business. I was out of line. So I’m sorry too.” With a nod, you smiled and leaned your shoulder into his playfully. “All is forgiven. We were both assholes.” The two of you smiled together and Chucky passed you a soda before walking away from the bar, giving you space and privacy. There was a comfortable silence for a couple moments before Juice broke it. 

 "I didn’t say anything about us. I was just checking to make sure you got home safe.“ 

It was crazy how even though you didn’t know each other for very long, Juice was still able to read your mind. At times like these, you we’re thankful for it. "Thanks. I just wanted to make sure. He’s been a little off these past few days. I just thought maybe you had said something to him.” Your words made Juice suddenly both angry and anxious. “Has he said anything to you? He’s not treating you badly right?” He had only called to check on you since you hadn’t called him to say you’d gotten home safe. Neither of you knew Evan would be back. If he had, he wouldn’t have called and risked putting you in a predicament. Even still, when he’d heard Evans voice come over that phone, he had felt something come over him and before he could stop himself he’d told him that he was a friend of yours that hung out at the same parties you did. 

That was minimal information but it was still enough to raise Evan’s suspicions. He had only been trying to prove a point, let him know what you weren’t just sitting around wasting away while he was gone but Juice felt stupid now that he knew he’d caused you to be the one taking the heat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stir shit up.” You waved your hand dismissively and took a sip of your soda. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll be gone soon anyways.” Juices eyebrow arched and this time he looked over at you directly. “Already? He just got back.” You nodded and shrugged, aching to tell Juice the truth but decided against it. Not like he would care anyways. You were just a friend, a booty call. Instead, you just settled for the same old lie. The lie Evan always told you and the lie you always told everyone. 

“Yeah, he’s just gotta finish up some stuff for work. They’ve got a new project coming up.” Juice could tell something was off about the way you spoke, the carelessness in your voice when speaking about your husband leaving again so soon but then again, he didn’t feel like he knew you well enough to truly be able to tell so he left it alone and watched as you finished off the rest of your soda. “Thanks for letting me come here to talk to you. I didn’t want to leave things the way they were last time we spoke.” Juice stood along with you and walked out with you towards your car.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re always welcome here.” A soft smile spread across your face and you nodded, looking down at the pavement. “Thank you Juice.” You two exchanged a hug and you waved to Tig who was just walking out of the clubhouse as you turned to get into you car. “Bye baby!” “Bye Tiggy.” Getting into your car, you pulled out of the TM parking lot and passed the large gate, driving down the road. You were so happy with your reconciliation with Juice that you never noticed the black van parked on the street, watching you leave the lot or how it began to follow you down the road.

anonymous asked:

can I request for a really weak and sick rin, he doesn't tell souske that he's feeling sick until he wakes up in the middle of the night and runs to the bathroom to throw up and souske hears him and goes to care for him and comfort him?? (Love your work btw)

“You’re not hungry?”

Rin had been spinning his fork on its tongs; now it clattered onto the plate with a startling clang. He glanced up and managed a tight grin when he saw Sousuke arching an eyebrow at him from across the table.

“I’m pretty full.”

“You’ve barely touched your steak,” Sousuke looked reasonably baffled, if not altogether suspicious. It was almost unheard of for Rin Matsuoka not to finish a meal and then some.

“I’ll take it to-go and heat it up later,” Rin smiled, trying to wave off the concern as he muffled a soft belch into his fist. “Besides, we only have about twenty minutes if we wanna catch the movie.”

“Right,” Sousuke’s brow lowered about a millimeter as he polished off the last of his potatoes. “Don’t get all bitchy on me when you’re starving in two hours.”

“Wha’ - I don’ - I never bitch,” Rin squawked, mouth agape as though royally insulted.

Sousuke snorted into his glass of wine and called for the check.

It wasn’t until hours later, when they were both home and curled up in bed that it all went to hell.

….

Rin woke to a churning stomach, spinning head, and the imminent certainty that he was going to throw up.

He tossed one leg over the side, suppressing the urge to groan as he slid out of bed as quietly as possible. Sousuke, who wasn’t much of a cuddler to begin with, simply accepted the absence of his personal foot-warmer and rolled over in his sleep, murmuring something unintelligible before releasing a deep sigh.

Rin doubled over the moment he was on his feet, cradling an arm around his cramping belly as a wave of dizziness assaulted him. He shuffled slowly into the bathroom, doing his best to avoid jostling his tossing stomach.

He shut the bathroom door and turned on the faucet before lowering himself in front of the toilet. Perhaps it was the proximity to the bowl, the knowledge that he could let go if he wished, but his mouth was suddenly salivating faster than he could swallow.

He curled over the bowl to spit, inhaling a few deep breaths through his nose as his entire world narrowed to the rippling receptacle of water below him.

There was no warning. Without so much as a preemptive gag, his stomach contracted sharply, forcing up a projectile surge of thick liquid.

Gripping the edges, Rin pitched forward, gurgling up another massive torrent before he was able to catch a breath. He coughed harshly, dropping his forehead against the rim of the toilet as his muscles quivered from the exertion.

“Fuck,” he gasped, panting through the momentary reprieve. The eruption had occurred so abruptly that his body now seemed to be playing catch-up with the usual precursory symptoms.

His skin was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat, ears buzzing furiously, blocking out every other sound as his vision wavered. He slumped to the floor, curling up into a fetal position while the chilly tile sent icy shivers coursing through his aching limbs.

Rin knew it was far from over, especially if the unhappy burble of his roiling stomach had anything to do with it. Besides, he felt so dizzy it would’ve been impossible for him to get off the floor even if he’d wanted to.

Rin was so distracted by his mounting nausea that he didn’t even hear the quiet footsteps approaching the door.

A gentle knock and a slurred, “Rin? You okay?”, preceded Sousuke’s sleep-tousled head of dark-brown hair as he peered inside the bathroom.  

“Ah, shit,” Sousuke murmured, swiping a hand over his face in order to wake himself up as he spotted Rin sprawled on the floor.

“Don’…c-come in here,” Rin hissed, nose mushed unattractively into the bathroom rug. His stomach was trying to fucking kill him.

Rin might as well have never opened his mouth for all of the good it did him. Without a word, Sousuke knelt down beside him, gathering Rin into his lap with a long-suffering sigh.

“I said I don’t want you - ulp - in here,” Rin gulped, moaning around a wet sounding burp. Another agonizing cramp sent his hand flying up to clench Sousuke’s thigh as he buried his head in the other boy’s stomach. “I - I threw up…’s really gross.”

“I knew you were sick. Idiot,” Sousuke muttered, his deep baritone rolling out far rougher than usual, still bogged down by the lingering remnants of sleep. “I’ll never understand why you can’t ever just quit while you’re ahead.”

“‘Cause quitting’s for - hUURrp - losers,” Rin gagged, tongue clicking as a bitter splash of bile rose in the back of his throat. He retched into Sousuke’s lap and the other man planted a steadying hand against the center of his back.

“Okay, rockstar,” Sousuke carefully eased Rin into a sitting position, guiding him back over the bowl. “Let’s get this over with, huh?”

Draped over the toilet once more, Rin tensed with a sharp belch.

Sousuke quickly reached around to rescue his forehead, massaging Rin’s shoulder with his free hand.

The stimulating gesture ushered up a fresh wave of watery vomit; Sousuke could feel the rippling heave building, traveling all the way up through Rin’s diaphragm. The resulting mess burst out of the sick boy’s mouth with enough force to backsplash.

Oh, god,” Rin slurred, muscles seizing through another brutal bout of retching. “Didn’t even get to - huuuRR - finish my will.”

“Drama queen,” Sousuke chuckled, humming a gentle kiss against Rin’s quaking shoulder.

Rin stiffened, letting loose another bubbly belch.

“You’re a fucking mess,” Sousuke winced, pulling Rin’s hair back into a short ponytail as saliva continued dribbling from the smaller boy’s parted lips.

Mmnn…” Rin groaned, jolting as a spurt of watery bile shot out of his mouth. “Really don’t - hUurRp - feel good, Sou.”

Sousuke shook his head, sliding his hand around Rin’s waist as the queasy boy wilted against the rim of the bowl, chest jerking spasmodically with a series of nauseous hiccups. Rin instinctively hugged Sousuke’s arm to his belly, entwining his fingers with the other man’s.

“What happened to ‘go away, Sou’?” Sousuke mocked gently as he began kneading his long fingers into Rin’s overly warm flesh.

“Didn’t mean it,” Rin coughed, then gagged into the elbow he was resting over the rim. “‘Sides, you never li’ - huURRulp - ‘sten to me, anyway.”

“Good point,” Sousuke smiled sympathetically, shushing and encouraging Rin as he lurched forward to heave up another round of whatever the hell was making him so goddamn sick.

Daily preferences #129

Number 40 requested by anon, enjoy~♡

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“(Y/N)!” Yoongi, the friend of your best friend called you as you were walking out of the bowling. Your friends were some meters further, heading to the car.

You spent the day between a little group of friends and Yoongi was the only one you met tonight.
Your eyes had been glued on him for the whole night, just as your ears were carefully listening to each and every single word he was saying. You kind of had a crush on him as soon as your best friend introduced him to you.

Your heart suddenly race when you heard his voice calling your name but you tried to hide your strong emotions. “Hm?” You turned around and tilted your head to the side.

“You like me, don’t you?” He confidently asked, taking you off guard. A heat wave crashed on your whole body, without sparing your face and your cheeks which were now, as red as a beetroot.

“N-no.” You stuttered, trying to hide your young and unsure feelings.

“You do.” He teased, flashing a bright smile.

“I don’t!” You harshly responded, hoping he would leave you alone but he did not. He rapidly pressed his sweet lips against yours so your friends could not see. “If you do, you deserved a kiss.” He smirked.