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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Big Biggie

Request: from @itmejado

Could you write an imagine where Rossis daughter has an asthma problem and has to go to hospital for antibiotics and stay for a few days and the team comes and spends time with her, like playing chess with Spencer, penny makes cookies, she watches sports with Derek?

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Platonic!BAU x rossi!reader

Summary: reader with asthma finds herself in the hospital while her dad is away. The team steps in to keep her company.

A/N: I don't have asthma so I did research to try to get as accurate as possible. I hope this captures everything okay. If not, I am always open to feedback in order to make the next request better. Thanks!

CW: reader has asthma, minor swearing, hospitals, IVs, reader is sassy (as I'd imagine Rossi's daughter would be)

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You hated frat boys

No. That statement didn’t cover it all; you hated frat boys that didn’t have the decency to cover their damn mouths when they coughed. Of course, not everyone had been raised in a mansion, but sometimes the level of common sense people lacked completely baffled you. After just one class of sitting next to a guy from Sigma-Phi-Disease-Factory claiming that he “just has allergies” you ended up with pneumonia.

No biggie, right?

Yes biggie. Big biggie.

Because having athsma made treating pneumonia far more complicated than taking a trip to the student health center.

The persistance of your wet cough and the burn in your chest as you heaved air in and out of your lungs became increasingly concerning. You weren’t sure if you had so much pain in your chest because you felt like you couldn’t breathe, or if you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of the pain. When your temperature skyrocketed and your skill chilled, you had your roommate drop you off at the ER.

It didn’t take the doctors long to decide you needed to be admitted, and immediately after finding out the pneumonia was bacterial, you were glad you hadn’t waited any longer than you did. Growing up with athsma meant you had been through enough treatments, seen enough specialists, and had enough infections to know that you’d be laid up in the hospital on IV antibiotics for at least five days.

Staring at the ceiling, you found yourself craving company, but you weren’t sure who to call. Your roommates were busy working and your dad was on vacation. Well, actually he was on his book tour, but that was the closest thing David Rossi got to a vacation. You didn’t want to bother him.

The problem with that- you were still on his insurance plan. You’d have to bother him some time before you got discharged. It was probably better that you did it now rather than later.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite girl," he answered after the first ring. “I was just about to call and tell you about this fantastic restaurant I went to last night. I think it’s the best carbonara I’ve had since your great-grandmother was alive.”

“That’s great, dad,” you managed to choke out.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Your dad said, his voice filled concern.

You wanted to sigh, but it came out as a cough. “I’m in the hospital,” you managed to say between heavy breaths. “Bacterial pneumonia. I have to be on an IV for a few days, but I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll catch the next flight home-”

“Dad, no.” You coughed, the speed at which you cut him off causing mucus to come up your throat. “There’s only one more day left of your tour. You deserve to have some fun every once in a while. I’ll be fine. Bored, but fine.”

You heard your dad hesitate. Rossi had raised you on his own. Every minute he didn’t spend working to catch the most dangerous criminals in the country, he spent taking care of you. The man deserved a break.

“Okay,” he said. “But if you need me all you have to do is call and I’ll be there.”

“Okay, dad.” Your eyes felt heavy. “I love you.”

“I love you too, kiddo.”

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You weren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you woke up there was someone next to your bed.

“Who are you and why are you eating my jello?” You muttered, your eyes still only half open.

“Good morning to you too, (Y/N).” Derek chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

“Never better,” you replied, followed by a wheeze. “Why are you here? Let me guess, one of the nurses here is a serial murderer- wait no. Dr. Super Genius managed to get shot again.”

At that, Derek burst out laughing, nearlying dropping his empty jello cup on the floor. “You are your father’s daughter, aren’t you?” he said. “I’m here because I heard a certain Rossi told her dad not to come home from his book tour early and I couldn’t let the BAU’s favorite oldest kid be bored and alone.”

“I appreciate that, Derek, but you really didn’t have to. There isn’t much to do around here.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Derek grabbed the remote for the TV. “The Commanders are playing the Bears today and there was no way I was going to miss an opportunity to watch my home team beat yours.” His smile turned cocky.

You wanted to back-talk him but you began coughing violently, mucus rising in your throat, chest heaving as you struggled for air.

“Let it out, kid,” Derek rubbed your arm softly. “Let it out.”

Just then another agent you knew all too well walked into the room, but this one was far less fun- Agent Hotchner. Though you had known him the longest of anyone on your father's team, he didn’t make for great company. Unless, of course, one considered filling out copious amounts of paperwork in silence a fun activity.

“Morgan, what did you do?” He asked.

“Nothing, Hotch!” Derek said defensively.

He was right- it wasn’t his fault your body decided that it needed to try to eject your lungs from your chest. But Hotch wasn't looking at you, instead, he walked over to the table with not one, not two, but three empty jello cups.

Your coughing subsided and Derek turned to look at his boss, who raised a suspicious eyebrow. “I might have participated in the jello.”

Hotch let out a small, rare smile and turned to you. “Your dad gave me the information to get your forms filled out so you don’t have to worry about it. I have to go, but you can call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” you managed to get out.

Hotch nodded. “Of course. Get some rest.” The interaction was short, brief, and to the point, but Aaron Hotchner leaving work to fill out medical forms so you didn’t have to do it later was his way of letting you know he cared.

“Now,” Derek said. “Where were we?” He turned up the volume on the TV just as the Commanders scored a touchdown.

“You’re going down.” You smirked at him.

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“Ha! The Commanders win 14 to 7!” You cheered weakly. The antibiotics were starting to kick in, making the suffocating feeling in your chest far less painful than before.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright, kid. But they only won because that ref made a bad call.”

“It doesn’t matter. They still won.”

“Who won what?” Penelope Garcia toddled into the room on bright pink heels. She was wearing a black and white polkadot dress with a cardigan to match her shoes. Sometimes you wondered if she had to bribe someone to get around FBI dress code.

“The Commanders beat the Bears,” you told her, smirking at Derek.

“Ooo!” Penelope squealed. She didn’t understand sports, but she understood enough to ask “So your team beat Derek’s team?”

You nodded.

“Do you know what that means?”

You shook your head.

“It means that you get to pick out your cookie before he does.” Penelope smiled and pulled a box of cookies out from her purse, offering them to you. They were the good kind- the ones that she spent hours icing and designing to look like cartoon kittens.

“Penny, you are the best,” you told her. You picked out a cookie that looked a whole lot like Sergio and took your time enjoying the delicious treat. “So good.”

Derek nodded in agreement as he finished off his first cookie and went to grab another one. Penelope swatted his hand away.

“I made one for each of us,” she said.

“But there’s one left,” Derek observed.

Before Garcia could reply, Spencer Reid made his way into the room and grabbed the last cookie. Derek looked defeated.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Reid said, putting down his satchel and taking a seat before starting on his dessert.

“Hey, Spencer,” you replied, then furrowed your brow in confusion. “You came in here without a hazmat suit on?” Spencer was known for having a slight problem with germs.

“As long as we stay five feet away we should be fine,” he countered. “Plus I want a rematch of our annual holiday game.” He pulled a chess board from his satchel and began to set it up on a small chair.

“Reid,” you started. “How are we supposed to play if I can’t even reach the board?”

“Morgan can move the pieces for you,” Spencer said with a mouthful of cookie.

“Penny can’t do it instead?” you asked, half to tease Derek and half because you were sure the guy had never played chess in his life.

“Hey, ouch!” Derek said, bringing his hand to his chest and pretending to be hurt. “But you are right. I think Penelope would be the better choice.”

“I’m on it!” Garcia got up from her seat to move closer to Reid, who had placed himself as far from your bed as possible.

The game took far longer than normal, with Spencer having to guide Garcia through what moves you were asking for, and the match ended in a stalemate. You were about to start another round when a nurse came by, letting everyone know that visiting hours were up.

You said your thank you's and goodbye's to your father's team members. After that, it wasn’t long before you fell asleep.

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“Yes, and according to Morgan, her and Reid’s chess match ended in a stalemate. I have a feeling he might not be able to wait until the holiday party for a second rematch,” Hotch told Dave over the phone.

“Thanks for doing that, Aaron,” Rossi said. “It means a lot.”

Before Hotch had a chance to answer, a flight attendant tapped Rossi on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir. I’m going to have to ask you to put your phone on airplane mode for the flight.”

Rossi gestured that he just needed one more minute and put the phone back up to his ear.

“What time are you getting in tomorrow?” Hotch asked.

Rossi sighed. “Not till the afternoon at least. I forgot that layovers are a huge pain in the ass.”

“Well, try not to worry too much about (Y/N). Emily and JJ have something planned to keep her occupied.”

Rossi smiled. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“Well,” Hotch said, taking on a bit of a playful tone. “As Garcia might say, it’s no biggie.”

“Sir.” the flight attendant came back, this time looking far more annoyed.

“I’ve gotta go. Thanks again, Aaron.” Rossi hung up the phone.

It’s no biggie.

But it was. Even when he couldn’t be there for his daughter, his team- their second family- always would be. And that was a big biggie.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x reader #david rossi x daughter!reader #Criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds #david rossi

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sunsetsforlifer · 8 months

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Is it terrible that I wish I had some sort of physical or at least more tangible trauma? Like, I’ll think to myself constantly, I wish that I had cancer, or some other type of bs because I want people to care for me. I want them to actually see how badly I’m hurting an how much I need support, but I don’t want to be brushed off. I don’t want people to think, “Oh, she’s just looking for attention! Her parents have given her everything that she will ever need in life! She wants for nothing! She has no reason to be depressed or anxious.” Because that’s what happens. And I can’t talk to anyone about it because I know that they are going to do the exact same thing.

Every time I’ve mentioned something to someone, they’ve brushed it off and acted like they didn’t hear me. Maybe they just didn’t understand that I was reaching out for help, but I can’t take this any longer. I just don’t understand why it seems like a forbidden subject for me, but my other, very white, very popular, very drama-prone friends can get anything they need just by crying. They are allowed to wave their feelings around like a giant flag saying. “I need attention,” and everyone rushes to their side. They mention the fact that they cried that day in every conversation, I kid you not, but when I say the same thing because I had a breakdown/panic attack, people laugh and ignore me.

I’ve even had a panic attacks in front of my teacher, multiple times. Guess what? She blamed them on an athsma attacks and left me alone with a friend who didn’t really do anything. But when my other “friend” had a panic attack in front of the same teacher, she ran out of the room and made a big deal of calling the office, the district nurse, the principle, and the person’s dad. Everyone in the whole school knew by the end of the day and made a big deal out of calling out to her in the hallways and making sure that she was alright. That same “friend” got the help that she needed, and I was so damn grateful at the time, but now all she can talk about is how she cries all the time, goes to therapy, and shoves her popularity and social skills in my face.

Haha she used to by my best friend. We shared everything and were each other’s confidants. But now she uses her mental health as a way to get popularity and pity points while shoving my depression, anxiety, and lack of social skills in my face. I just don’t understand that. Just like I don’t understand why I genuinely want to be sick, or physically abused, or something else just so people will believe me and want to help me.

Does anyone else feel like that?

#mental illness #mental health #kinda depressing #anxienty #panic attacks

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tallteal · 5 years

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That athsmatic mood where you take your medication and feel your heart beating 4 times faster then it normally does and just

“Ah yes. The death.”

#athsma #athsmatic #its something no one takes care of but #its important and an actual chronic condition #its just so damn ‘normal’

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fuck-customers · 3 years

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A big fuck you to the 15+ customers in half an hour coming into my store with no masks. Some of them with children. No ma'am, athsma is not a good enough medical condition, put your fucking mask on. Tell your daughter to wear her mask too. I have athsma and damaged lungs and Im wearing a mask because it's required and safer for everyone. No I will not mind my business, put your god damned mask on. That customer that cussed you out is completely right and I wish I could do the same, and I wont be asking her to leave. Wish I could ask you though.

I hate people. Just wear your mask.

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marvelschriss · 5 years

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S.J.B.B - Diary Entry 2.

Damn Nazis tryna raid the weapons shed again. thinkin we wouldn't notice. Steve says it don't matter who it is, killing just aint right. I dunno, I sure as hell don't have any problems shooting one of them bastards. but that might just be my hatred. I got somethin on them, somethin to want to kill for. little Stevie just wants to go home. protect everyone and anyone. going off on speeches like he's some damn politician I'm telling ya that mans a beacon for trouble. taken on more than he can handle, picking fights that are more than he can bare. ‘mount of times I've had to save that scrawny ass from a mighty good beating is unreal! then again he paid back in full. getting me and the others outta that base. I've noticed Steve getting all smitten over that Peggy lass. she's alright a suppose but I'm not to much a fan of her taken up all of Steves time. captain this and captain that. she don't see him like I do. that little kid from Brooklyn that didn't know how to walk away from a fight. she don't know him like that, I know she don't. I gotta admit though I'm a little green over the attentions he's been gettin Rogers, who could never even look at a dame without half having an athsma attack, now a ladies man. and me?well I can't even get myself a bedwarmer for the night! even if I aint looking for now. I'm too far gone now dont wanna just settle for the night. infant a swear it now. next dame I take to my beds gonna be my wife, no more skirt skippin. lifes to short now. if the war doesn't take me. illness won't be far behind. wanna make a man of myself first. aint leaving this world with nothin but nightmares, regrets and this dumb diary. time to make a life of myself ‘fact might try t’morrow go down to the nurses tent see if I can meet a real nice dame. yeh. ill do that.

signed

Sergeant James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

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pasteldaze · 3 years

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STOP PLEASE I HAVE ATHSMA, YOURE TAKING MY BREATH AWAY PLEASE. YOURE SO PRETTY I- brb running to the jewelry store so I can get a ring and PROPOSE BC DAMN 🏃‍♀️ also of course I'll hold your hands 🥺 i will be big spoon for you so I can SQUEEZE your cute self >:( 💗💕💝💖💓❤ -kith anon

Hand in Marriage rn!! Also you make me blush a lot! I'll breathe more air into your lungs doh!! 😗💨

#pasteltalks #shut up sam #pastelasks #love #Kith anon

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rustbolt-answers-your-bullshit · 7 years

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ACT 3

(Cover art by @snazzy-princess! Thank you so much! ITS ADORABLE!)

Rustbolt yawned and stretched his arms out, blinking rapidly as the sun shewn in his eyes.

Oh, right. He was a plant now, or something.

“Get up, shitsack!” Solar Flare screamed in his face.

Rustbolt flinched, 8.5 magnitude. “JESUS CHRIST!”

Solar flare smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes.

“I swear, one second you’re crazy--”

“That’s the Kabloom~” She crooned.

“--And the next you’re sweet as sugar.”

“DAMN RIGHT! THAT”S THE SOLAR!” She shrieked. Rustbolt fell off the bed, and SF burst out laughing. “C’mon, Rustbucket, we’ve set up an initiation for ya.”

Rustbolt smiled, and followed the peppy little madness flower out of her house and they started making their way to LEAF HQ. “Thanks for letting me crash at your place, by the way.”

She beamed. “Of course! ‘Sides, I think I’m the only one that wouldn’t rip you apart.”

“What about Wall-Knight?”

SF’s smile faded. “He’s Solar and Guardian, but under that really…. REALLY thick shell is something you don’t wanna upset.”

Rustbolt nodded, not saying a word. He recalled when he and EB went to play mini-golf.

~FLASHBACK~

“What a sunny day!~” Said EB with a smile. Immediately his smile turned to a grimace as he said “I hate it!”

Rustbolt, caught completely off guard, doubled over in laughter. He was on his side, clutching his stomach, and couldn’t breathe. He felt something spark inside of him. Only now did he realize it was that feeling of being alive. Eventually, he went into a coughing fit, and stood up.

“Don’t they make inhalers for athsma?” EB asked.

“Hey, man. I’m hearty.” He slammed his fist to his chest with a clang. “I can handle it.”

EB smiled and handed Rustbolt a driver.

Rustbolt eyed the club. “You tryna slip by me, boy.”

EB narrowed his eyes. “Dammit.” He put it back in his bedazzled golf bag, and pulled out a putter for his best friend. “There.”

Rustbolt took the putter in his hands and beheld it. The grip handle was orange, the bar was purple and the club head was also orange. It had the zombie hero logo on the flat end of the handle, outlined in purple.

It matched his suit.

It matched his suit PERFECTLY.

Rustbolt shed a tear and looked up at his friend. “Thank you…” He bear hugged his boogie-ing buddy.

EB hugged Rustbolt, and chuckled. “I got you, man! You know I do stupid shit for you!”

“It’s the stupid shit like this that I love.” He held up the club.

“Wanna see stupider shit? Check out my driver.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a driver. The handle was light blue and purple, and the bar was yellow with black detailing. It was glossy, like rubber. The driver head was a little afro, and the flattened section had EB’s goggles painted on.

“HAHAHA!” Chuckling, Rustbolt playfully jabbed EB in the stomach with the handle of his putter, and they both started laughing.

“Alright,” said EB after the giggling had subsided. “Let’s start on hole one.”

The duo headed over to hole one, catching a few glares from some plants. But EB and Rustbolt had an unspoken rule: When you’re on the golf course, when you’re NEAR the golf course, you NEVER provoke a plant. It’s just common decency. Okay, uncommon. OKAY FINE. RARE.

SUPER-RARE.

L E G E N D A R Y D E C E N C Y

EB and Rustbolt both had taken their first stroke. EB got it in second shot, getting a par. Not like anyone was actually keeping track, though. Even though Rustbolt could’ve kept track via his suit, he didn’t. It was mini golf, for crying out loud, it’s for fun! So, Rustbolt went in for the kill and putted the unliving heck out of that dimpled orange ball.

It would’ve been par if a certain nut hadn’t blocked it.

“Zombies aren’t allowed,” Wall-Knight said with a solemn look on his face. “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

Rustbolt and EB stood there. EB raised an eyebrow. “You gonna ask, or…?”

Wall-Knight chuckled. “Silly me,” he said. “Will you please...”

A three-headed chomped rose from the ground, behind Wall-Knight.

“...leave...”

A soul patch showed itself, next to the chomper.

“...the mini golf…”

A cornucopia popped up on the other side of the chomper.

“...course~” Wall-Knight’s armor went on and the spikes came out. With a few small booms and a rumble or two, the spikes on the bottom of the suit dug into the golf course.

EB yelped and jumped into Rustbolt’s arms, Scooby-Doo style. “I-Isn’t that astroturf on c-c-concrete?.....” EB pointed a trembling finger at the ground where Wall-Knight was.

All the nutcase did was smile. “Please leave.” He adopted a sad look and his voice became almost like he was pouting. “Otherwise I’ll have to use excessive force.”

Rustbolt gulped.

“VERY. Excessive.”

The running-away sound effect from Scooby-Doo would have been perfect. Rustbolt, still holding his friend, turned and tried to run, but had a hard time gripping the wet turf. When he finally got a decent foothold, him and EB were off.

That was the last time either of them EVER went to the golf course ever again.

~UNFLASHBACK~

Rustbolt shuddered. “Solar Flare?”

“Sup, nerd?” Asked Solar Flare, looking forward.

He reminisced. “Can EB visit me?”

The flower stopped dead in her tracks.

“I mean it. Please. H-He’s real chill, I swear--”

“Look, Rustbolt.” Solar Flare cut him off. “Let’s… Focus on the task at hand first. If you gain the trust of some others, then we’ll talk about it.”

“You’re like my mom,” Said Rustbolt angrily. He felt like he was being parented.

“The FUCK!?” She turned to him, head ablaze. He saw now why she would always put on her goggles before going flame. Her eyes were BLACK.

“OkayokayItakeitbackmorelikeafreakishlyscaryaunt.” He was protecting his pace with his hands, one eye closed and the other squinting, peering between his fingers.

“That’s better.” She extinguished and took him to the fountain outside LEAF HQ.

“Good god,” Rustbolt said to himself. “I’m just glad that only 4 of them are Kabloom.”

#story #pvz #pvz heroes #Rustbolt #act 3 #chapter 1

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maybesunny · 7 years

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Do all the questions because I love u and love learning about u

You’re a fucker.

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? - Spotify lmao is there any argument2. Is your room messy or clean? - Considering the standards? Pretty damn clean3. What color are your eyes? - Blue-green4. Do you like your name? why? - Yeah, I think it's unique and people seem to like it5. What is your relationship status? - Taken6. Describe your personality in 3 words or less - Uh... Funny, quirky, caring? That's so fucking generic7. What color hair do you have? - Brown (but my hairdresser says it's burnt blond ;) )8. What kind of car do you drive? color? - This is assuming I have ever driven a day in my life9. Where do you shop? - Wh... What? What does that even mean you need multiple shops to buy things10. How would you describe your style? - Hot as hell boy11. Favorite social media account - Some of these questions are god awful12. What size bed do you have? - Double I think13. Any siblings? - 1 Brother14. If you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? - I used to say the UK but fuck that now. I have no idea honestly.15. Favorite snapchat filter? - There was this circular glasses one that was around for ages that I loved16. Favorite makeup brand(s) - I wish I had some. I need someone to teach me eyeliner...17. How many times a week do you shower? - Every day wtf who doesn't do that gross18. Favorite tv show? - lmao19. Shoe size? - Fuck if I know dude20. How tall are you? - I should probably know this one but I don't. Tallish?21. Sandals or sneakers? - Sneakers wtf 22. Do you go to the gym? - No comment23. Describe your dream date - Literally just a warm little night at home with movies and shit fuck going anywhere24. How much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? - Like $525. What color socks are you wearing? - Black26. How many pillows do you sleep with? - Two big, two small27. Do you have a job? what do you do? - Ahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahha28. How many friends do you have? - I really don't know who I classify as a friend or not so a lot29. Whats the worst thing you have ever done? - No30. Whats your favorite candle scent? - Dude I wish I knew THAT too I need to buy more candles31. 3 favorite boy names - Anything soft sounding32. 3 favorite girl names - Honestly anything to do with gems or flowers is great33. Favorite actor? - I really can't pick I love a lot of people34. Favorite actress? - Ditto35. Who is your celebrity crush? - I literally had no idea people still had these36. Favorite movie? - Uuugggh fuck don't make me pick. Silence of the Lambs, Pulp Fiction, Life of Pi, there are so many I adore37. Do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? - I do not read a lot but I also have many favourite books that I HAVE read (That I can't remember right now)38. Money or brains? - Why not both39. Do you have a nickname? what is it? - Jet 40. How many times have you been to the hospital? - Like 341. Top 10 favorite songs - I TOLD YOU I CAN'T PICK JUST CHOOSE LIKE ALL OF GORILLAZ AND PANIC AT THE DISCO AND AAAAAA42. Do you take any medications daily? - I used to for athsma, but not anymore.43. What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - Soft boy44. What is your biggest fear? - Being hated by others45. How many kids do you want? - I don't really want kids but if I did have them I'd want two46. Whats your go to hair style? - Shoulder length hair let down?? I guess? That's what i've done since forever so47. What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - Normal sized I guess? It's nothing special48. Who is your role model? - I was also not aware people still had these49. What was the last compliment you received? - I honestly can't remember50. What was the last text you sent? - Actual text? "I'd listen to it". Any message? "(STOP THAT I SWEAR 2 GOD)"51. How old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - Pretty young, I'd say about 552. What is your dream car? - This is implying I care53. Opinion on smoking? - Listen, if you smoke, I won't berrate you for it. But I've lost someone to smoking before and I seriously reccommend against it as much as I can. 54. Do you go to college? - I'm aiming to.55. What is your dream job? - Game design56. Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - Suburbs thanks57. Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? - What58. Do you have freckles? - Nope, wish I did.59. Do you smile for pictures? - Of course I do binch60. How many pictures do you have on your phone? - Not many cos my phone has tiny space61. Have you ever peed in the woods? - Yes???? Weird question please leave my household62. Do you still watch cartoons? - WE, ARE THE CRYSTAL GEMS63. Do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - Do Wendy's even exist in Australia?64. Favorite dipping sauce? - Tomato binch65. What do you wear to bed? - Whatever jumper I was wearing that day and trackies66. Have you ever won a spelling bee? - I have never even heard of one being held here67. What are your hobbies? - Drawing, games, level design69. Do you play an instrument? - I used to play piano70. What was the last concert you saw? - PJ Harvey (Also the only concert I've ever seen)71. Tea or coffee? - I've never had much of either.72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - I hate Starbucks and I'm allergic to donuts73. Do you want to get married? - Yeah, eventually74. What is your crush’s first and last initial? - I’m in a relationship pls guess75. Are you going to change your last name when you get married? - Maybe, actually.76. What color looks best on you? - Fuck if I know77. Do you miss anyone right now? - Yes.79. Do you believe in ghosts? - Not... Really?80. What is your biggest pet peeve? - Some of these fuckin questions81. Last person you called`- Mum, probably.82. Favorite ice cream flavor? - Chocolate, I'm basic and I love it.83. Regular oreos or golden oreos? - WHAT THE FUCK IS A GOLDEN OREO84. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? - Rainbow lmao i'm gay85. What shirt are you wearing? - A black shirt that says some dumbass shit like "Question Everything"86. What is your phone background? - Gorillaz87. Are you outgoing or shy? - A little bit of both.88. Do you like it when people play with your hair? - YES PLEASE DO89. Do you like your neighbors? - FUCK NO DUDE MY NEIGHBOR SUED US OVER A FUCKING TINY PIECE OF LAND THAT SHE RUINED90. Do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? - At night when i shower WHICH IS EVERY NIGHT 91. Have you ever been high? - Fuck off lol92. Have you ever been drunk? - YES now that's something I can get behind93. Last thing you ate? - Mild salami sticks lmao94. Favorite lyrics right now - "She's My Collar" is stuck in my head right now and I adore the lines "I'm yellow he was blue, It's nothing that he could hide"95. Summer or winter? - Summer fuck off cold weather bullshit96. Day or night? - Day, I guess.97. Dark, milk, or white chocolate? - ALL OF THE ABOVE98. Favorite month? - If you have a favourite month then u are extra as fuk99. What is your zodiac sign - Leo (Was it obvious?)100. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - My history class lmaooooo

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