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ahtohallan-calling · 4 years

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chapter 5 of don’t read the last page is here!

[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

He’d put the phone down on the counter while he made breakfast, but now that his hands were free again he still didn’t pick it up; after their initial awkward phone call, they’d started FaceTiming instead, and as much as he loved seeing her face, he was really glad she couldn’t see his right now.

“And I was soo confused, so I started telling her, like, ‘Seriously, Honey, he’s got this amazing blond hair that you just like, want to touch all the time and these big brown eyes and little freckles and plus I’m pretty sure he’s kind of ripped and I—‘ Kristoff, I heard the microwave go off already. Are you hiding from me?”

“No,” he muttered, his face turning even redder.

chapter 5

day 1

Sven was just stumbling into the kitchen when Kristoff came in. He frowned, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“You look really happy for someone who just dropped off their girlfriend at the airport for a six-week trip,” he said, pouring a glass of chocolate milk.

“Not my girlfriend.”

“Not the important part of that sentence.”

Kristoff snagged the bottle and poured himself a cup. “This is mine, by the way, so you owe me.”

“Fine, I’ll buy toilet paper l-- no, I know you, Bjorgman, you’re trying to distract me.”

Sven narrowed his eyes further, fixing Kristoff with a hard stare. He tried to look as innocent as possible as he went to rummage through the fridge, but then he remembered the way Anna had clung to him, the feel of her little hands in his hair, the press of her lips against--

“Oh my god! You kissed her!”

Kristoff stood, not bothering to hide his smile anymore. “Well, technically, she kissed me.”

“I fucking called it, man, I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off that much longer.”

“We really did try.”

“You didn’t even make it a week, my guy,” Sven said amiably, meandering into the living room. “You tried harder at Mario Kart the other night. Which, by the way, I know you lost on purpose so Anna could win.”

Kristoff considered arguing, but then his phone lit up with a text from Anna, so instead he grinned and walked away to the sound of Sven sighing dramatically. “I heard that buzz! I know it’s her! Jesus, I’d say get a room, but--”

Kristoff didn’t hear the rest as he shut his bedroom door.

kris!! theres wifi i can text you

Im in first class look

That’s crazy

They gave you champagne this early in the morning?

supposed to be for mimosas

but it’s like 5 o clock somewhere

specifically romania so

That jet lag is going to be rough.

How long is your flight?

10 hrs to london then 3 to bucharest💀

but i think my seat turns into a bed so ill try to sleep

theres sooooo many movies tho!

omg theyre bringing more snacks….i feel like a movie star already

You kind of are.

havent made the movie yet!!

oh the director is here he wants to talk ttyl

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day 4

For some reason, her hands were shaking as they hovered over the green button. “Just do it, Anna,” she muttered to herself. “It’s just Kristoff. He told you to call.”

Thanks to the time difference and long flights, it had taken most of two days to even get here, and on her first full day in Romania she’d been so overwhelmed with the film set and meeting her co-star Adam and talking to the directors and producers and costumers and cameramen that she’d completely crashed the moment she’d gotten back to her hotel room. She’d woken up in the middle of the night and sent Kristoff a quick text apologizing for not calling; he’d responded almost immediately, reassuring her that it was fine and to just call him the next day. At a reasonable hour, he’d made sure to add, not at 2 A.M. Go back to sleep.

She had, and then she’d nearly missed her alarm and hadn’t had time to call him in the morning, and then she’d been filming her first scene and been so overwhelmed by all of that that now it was nearly six o’clock, and it was the first time she’d gotten to look at her phone all day.

He’d texted her once at around 9 A.M. her time. Good luck today! You’ll kill it. Her heart had done a funny little flip at the message, simple as it was; every time she thought of Kristoff, it didn’t feel quite real, like it was just a daydream she would wake up from, but here it was, concrete proof that even literally halfway around the world-- more than halfway, actually-- he was still thinking of her, still caring about her.

The remembrance of that was what finally gave her the courage to hit call. She felt too nervous to FaceTime him, especially considering she was already in sweatpants and halfway through eating a bowl of pasta on her bed. He picked up on the third ring, sounding breathless for some reason.

“Hey! Anna! How are you?”

“I’m, um, I’m good! How are you? You sound kind of...out of breath?”

“Oh, yeah, you caught me at the gym, so I--”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, let me hang up and--”

“No, don’t! I’m almost done, just--”

There was a quick beep in the background, and a whirring noise she hadn’t noticed until now stopped. “Okay, sorry, we’re good.”

She couldn’t help but imagine what he looked like right now, with his hair hanging in his eyes and sweat dripping down his very well-muscled--

“Anna? You there?”

He’d just asked her something, but she’d been too busy daydreaming to catch it. Maybe it really was for the best she hadn’t gone for FaceTime; she probably would have been struck speechless at the sight of him. “Sorry, I was just-- sorry. Um. What did you say?”

He laughed softly. “I asked how your first day of filming went.”

“Oh! It was good, really good, actually. We filmed that scene I auditioned with, actually. They changed the bit about the cowboy boots.”

“Thank god. I don’t know anything about movies, but I know that was awful.”

“Oh, yeah, Adam-- that’s who’s playing Jesse-- he said they’d have to double his paycheck if they wanted him to say shit like that, and then we kind of improv-ed something else and it went really well.”

“That’s awesome!”

Anna felt herself blushing, just barely, at the sound of the genuine pride in his voice. “It was, um, it was nothing, really.”

“So how’s all of it going? Are the...um...honestly, I don’t know who all is involved in making movies. But are the other people nice?”

“Yeah! I really like the girl who does my hair and makeup, her name’s Honey. Isn’t that cute?”

Kristoff laughed; she could hear him starting the car in the background. Anna bit her lip. “Oh-- did you get to shower?”

“I will at home, don’t worry. Anyway--”

“You need to focus on driving? Yeah, I totally get it, seriously. Bye!”

She hit the red button and quickly dropped her phone. Her heart had been pounding the whole time; god, she was really out of practice with this whole thing. Embarrassment swept over her, and she buried her face in her knees; how the hell was this going to work when she was too self-conscious to talk to him for more than five minutes? God, she’d be lucky if he ever bothered to call her again after this.

To her surprise, the phone buzzed only a moment later. She debated picking it up for a long moment, then decided to go ahead and rip the bandaid off and snatched it up.

Just FYI, I was feeling really nervous, too. Want me to call you back after I get home and shower?

For some reason, tears started to fill her eyes as she typed a response.

yes please :)

She showered, too, taking her time as she let the hot water work its magic on the tension in her shoulders, drawing in slow, deep breaths to steady herself. It wasn’t that every guy she’d ever dated had been bad, per se, just that it had been quite a long time since she’d been with someone who made her feel this nervous and excited and terrified and joyful all at once-- actually, now that she thought about it, she didn’t know if she’d ever liked someone else this much right off the bat. Since coming to L.A. almost two years ago, she’d had a string of bad luck with men, and it was strange readjusting to the notion that one would want to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him, that he actually wanted to hear about her day, that he saw right through all her embarrassing little defense mechanisms and somehow knew just what to say to make her feel better. Of course they knew each other, but this was something different, something more, as if she didn’t even have to say something for him to understand.

Her phone buzzed again ten minutes after she got out of the shower; with a smile, she picked it up.

“Hey, Kris.”

“Hey, Anna.”

“Ready to try again?”

“With you? Always.”

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day 9

“So I was telling her, like, ‘I wish I had a recent picture of him to show you because he’s like, super super hot.’ And she kind of made this face and was like ‘that won’t make a difference.’”

“No,” he muttered, his face turning even redder.

Anna giggled. “Then show me your face.”

He did so reluctantly; to his surprise, she didn’t laugh. “Kris, you know you are, like, super handsome, right? Seriously.”

“I’m, um, I’m just gonna—“

“I mean it. Like I get why you’re feeling shy about it and stuff but just know that, okay?”

He only nodded, feeling a little better, although his face was still heated. Anna, knowing when to leave well enough alone, smiled at him and continued her story. “Anyway, I told her all that and she just started laughing, and finally when I was done she was like ‘Anna, I’m gay’. And so then I showed her a picture of my sister, and I’m just saying, when we’re back in LA, we’re definitely doing a double date.”

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day 15

She didn’t know why she felt so nervous about telling him about it. She’d already texted him that morning telling him what scenes they were filming, and it wasn’t like it had meant anything; it was just part of the movie, and Adam was married anyway— but then again, it wasn’t that part that had really been bothering her. She still wasn’t sure until she was explaining it all to Kristoff, forcing herself to maintain eye contact as she held up her phone inside the blanket nest she’d constructed on her bed.

“And like, he and I are good friends now, so that at least made it easier. And we were all in character and stuff, so, you know, it felt right, and then they started the fake snow going and we just did it, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” Kristoff said, his voice neutral.

“That like— this doesn’t bother you, right?” she asked quickly. “Because seriously, it didn’t mean—“

“Anna, I know. This is literally your job, I’m not jealous or anything. But please tell me if I ever make you feel like I’m mad or something, because I’m seriously not.”

She let out the breath she’d been holding. “I— I know. I just...wanted to make sure. Because it still, like...still felt weird to me, you know? And I can’t figure out why.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Have you done this before? Like, stage kissing and stuff?”

“Oh, yeah, lots of times. But this time felt kind of different. I just don’t know why.”

He considered it for a moment, looking so thoughtful she couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little flutter in her chest at the thought that he really and truly cared about helping her figure this out. “Enough about me, though, tell me about that crazy to-go order you texted me about. Did you end up getting to see the person who’d ordered it?”

They talked for so long Anna lost track of time, until she yawned so widely Kristoff stopped talking mid-sentence.

“Anna, what time is it there?”

“Um...close to eleven?”

“What time did you get up this morning?”

“...four.”

He laughed softly. “Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow morning, okay?”

She wanted to argue, but honestly she’d been fighting to keep her eyes open for the last half hour. “Night, Kris.”

“Night, Anna. Sweet dreams.”

He said that every night, but the way he’d smiled tonight— she was thinking about it until long after she’d hung up her phone and closed her eyes. Then, suddenly, she sat upright and snatched it up again, typing furiously.

figured it out...before, there’s never been someone i ACTUALLY wanted to kiss instead

I wish it had been me, too.

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day 21

hey kris!!! sorry i know it’s the middle of the night there so i hope this doesn’t wake you up but i set an alarm on my phone for the exact time and as of like 10 seconds ago we’re halfway there!!!!!!! 😊😊😊

To her surprise, a response came just a few minutes later.

:) Knew we could do this.

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day 23

“I got my class schedule today.”

“Yeah? Show me!”

He held it up awkwardly to the camera, and she squinted at it. “Oh, wow, that’s a lot of blocks. Are you still going to work at Starbucks?”

“Yeah, I’ve been there the whole time I’ve been in school. Just work less hours on weekdays, usually pick up some early morning weekend shifts.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

He shrugged. “It works out. I, uh, I’ve got some scholarships that cover most of my tuition, so then it’s, y’know. Rent money and stuff.”

Anna frowned, feeling suddenly acutely aware of how much money she was making for a lot less work. “Will you have, like...any free time?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he said quickly, suddenly sounding nervous. “I promise I’ll still have time to hang out with you and stuff, just--”

“No, no that’s like-- shit, that’s not what I meant, Kris, I mean I kind of did but like-- I’m not trying to like, pressure you or--”

“No, I get it, I--”

“No, I mean like school is way important and you like--”

“Seriously, when I say we can--”

Anna took a deep breath. “Okay. You talk first.”

“I, um. I don’t want you to think, like, I won’t make time for you or something, though. Um-- that was all.”

She smiled, wishing she could be there in person; it was so much easier to reassure him when she could just squeeze his hand. “Seriously, that’s not what I meant. I was just worried about you, ‘cause that’s, like, a lot of stress. So if there’s anything I can do to like, help or whatever, just...just let me know. Like...with anything.”

“Seriously, I think it’ll help a ton to just have a pretty girl keeping me company while I study.”

She felt her cheeks turn pink. “What if I end up wanting to distract you?”

Now she wasn’t the only one blushing.

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day 30

“Miss you.”

“Miss you, too.”

Tonight, there wasn’t really anything else to say.

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day 34

He’d stopped leaving his phone on silent overnight; it was silly, really, but he always had a tiny fear that maybe something would happen over in Romania while he was asleep, and maybe Anna would need to reach him, and there probably wouldn’t be anything he could actually do...but still.

Despite that, though, it still took a lot to wake him, so when his phone went off one night close to three in the morning, he nearly missed the call. “Hello?” he mumbled sleepily, putting it to his ear.

He heard a familiar little giggle. “It’s FaceTime, Kris. I’m sorry to wake you up, I just-- I really wanted you to see this.”

“Oh-- hang on.” He fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand, sliding them on and blinking blearily at the screen. “Um...where are you? I just see, like...the ceiling?”

“Oh-- that’s cause I gave my phone to Honey, just a second, and she’ll show you.”

The phone was lifted up suddenly by a pretty woman with bronze skin and dark hair thrown up into a bun. “Nice to meet you, Anna’s boyfriend.”

He wondered if she could see him blush even in the dark room. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Okay, okay, I’m ready!” he heard Anna chirp from somewhere. “Turn the camera!”

Honey did with a laugh, and Kristoff sat upright, his eyes wide. Anna was in a deep blue ballgown that fit perfectly to her torso before flaring out into a long, shimmery skirt. Her hair was down, set in curls that shone especially bright against the dark color of the gown, and she was smiling so brightly he thought his heart was going to burst.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, half-convinced he was still dreaming.

She was quiet for a moment, and then he realized she was blushing bright red. He heard Honey giggle, and then the phone was being handed back over to Anna. “You’ve never called me that before.”

“What, beautiful? I definitely--”

“No, I--” Her blush deepened. “Kris, are you wearing a shirt?”

He glanced down. “Oh-- uh, no, I’m not. Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be able to see without the lights--”

A mischievous glint was twinkling in her eye. “Trust me, Bjorgman, there’s nothing to apologize for.”

Now he was blushing, too. “Um-- so you’ve got to be filming something special today, right?”

“Yeah, the big ballroom scene. I just...I really love this dress, and the way Honey did my hair and stuff, and I, um...I wanted you to see.”

He smiled softly. “I’m glad. You really do look so, so beautiful.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but then he heard Honey call, “Hey, Anna, say bye to the boyfriend, they want you on set in five.”

Anna turned back to the camera, looking suddenly nervous. “Kris, are you my boyfriend?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“Yeah.”

He grinned, no longer sleepy. “Okay.”

Anna laughed. “Okay?”

“Hey, it’s still the middle of the night, and I’m still kind of speechless after seeing you in that dress. Cut me some slack.”

“Go back to bed. Sorry I woke you up.”

He yawned. “I’m not.”

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day 40

“Look! All packed!” She grinned, turning her phone quickly around the room to show off her only slightly overstuffed suitcases. “And ready to come home!”

“Do you think you’ll miss it?”

“No, I mean...it’s beautiful and all here, but it’s still not home.”

Kristoff grinned at that. “You still want me to pick you up from the airport?”

“Um, is that even a question?”

He laughed. “Just making sure! I mean, six weeks is a long time, don’t know if you got tired of me.”

“Kristoff, the second I get back to LA, I’m like, jumping on you again and kissing the fuck out of you.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “And then?”

She could tease him, too. “And then you’d better hurry the hell up and take me back to your apartment so I can show you how much I missed you.”

“....Jesus Christ. Why does waiting two more days suddenly feel so much longer than the other forty?”

#3k words this time #yay yay yay #drtlp #my fics

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justjessame · 4 years

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Dr. Tali Sullivan Chapter 4: The Return of the Winchester Boys

I only had two classes the next day. After answering a few questions my first year students had about the next assignment, I started off toward home. Pulling my cell phone out as I adjusted my bag across my shoulders I saw I had multiple missed calls and voicemails blinking at me. Damn it.

I listened as the messages played through.

“Tali, fuck, he’s gone.” Dean? “Sam’s gone. I woke up in the motel and he wasn’t here, he hasn’t come back, and he’s not answering his cell. Do you still think it was a good idea to tell him?” Shit. “Call me if you hear from him, please. Maybe he’ll turn to you for- shit I don’t know.”

A few toss away calls from other hunters telling me the research I gave them had panned out. I waited through those, and then, Ellen Harvelle’s voice came on.

“Tali, call me, immediately.” That was it. The message. Cryptic. Short. Fuck.

I clicked on the Roadhouse's number in my recent missed call list and waited as it rang. “Roadhouse.” She barked on the other end and I smiled.

“Ellen?” I heard shuffling in the background of her call. And then she was back. “What’s going on?”

“Tali, I promised not to call Dean, but damn it, someone has to let him know.” A flash of fear ran through me. Shit. “Sam Winchester is here, and he’s not acting right.”

I snorted, when had a Winchester man ‘acted right’? “I’ll give Dean the heads up.” I waited, because Ellen sighed. “Is there more?”

“He’s asking Ash some questions, research questions and they aren’t-” Shit. He went to Ash instead of me. Fuck.

“What has Ash told him?” I asked, walking up my porch steps. Ash was a great researcher, but he wasn’t known for always putting as much forethought in his answers as he could. She whispered what she’d heard so far and I sighed. Fuck fuck fuck. “Great. Thanks for telling me, Ellen.” I promised to call her that I’d call Dean and she also made me promise to let her know if Jo contacted me.

“Postcards aren’t enough,” she whispered and I nodded as I opened my front door. “Damn hunting genes. Why couldn’t all our kids turn out like you?” I grinned despite my fear for Sam.

“Because everyone else wants to follow in their hero's shoes, Ellen.” I sighed as I closed the door behind me. “Let me know if anything else pops up.”

We said our goodbyes. And I was still leaning against my front door as I contemplated my choices. Call Dean first, letting him know where Sam was and why, or call Sam and see if he picked up? Sam won this round.

I hit the number that Dean had given me ‘just in case’. I was shocked when he answered. “Tali.” Damn it, didn’t any of these people know how to say ‘hello’? “You doing Dean’s dirty work now?”

I rolled my eyes. “You could have left him a note.” I answered, figuring we were far past the pleasantries. “You’re making me look bad, Sam.”

“How?” I started moving into my house. Tossing my bag, walking to the kitchen for a drink. Walking home was thirsty work.

“I pushed him to tell you, and he does, and what do you do? Run the fuck away. How the fuck does someone your fucking size sneak out of a motel room?” I shook my head as I studied the contents of my fridge. “Fucking Winchester men.” I muttered, as I pulled out a can of soda.

I heard his chuckle and rolled my eyes. “We’re a bunch aren’t we?” He sighed. “I need to know-”

“So you rushed off to Ash?” I popped the top of my can and took a drink. “I’m fucking hurt, Sam. After all, I have a fucking doctorate in this shit.” I leaned against the counter and shut my eyes. “He’s scared, Sam. He lost- You both lost-” I stopped, feeling that same piercing pain that I guess was permanent anytime I thought of John.

“Tali,” Sam’s voice was a breath. “We ALL lost Dad. Me, Dean, YOU.” I felt the tears burning again, but fought them. “I just need to know-” I heard him take a deep breath. “I need to know he didn’t die in vain.”

“Oh, Sam.” I sighed and opened my eyes. “John wouldn’t think that dying for one of you was in vain, no matter what he had to do to save either of you.” I took another sip of my drink and considered my next words. “I have to tell him, Sam.”

“I know.” He sounded resigned. “Did he ask you to-”

“To tattle?” He snorted and I smiled. “Of course.”

“No, to look into what Dad told him,” his voice was back to whispering. “Why would Dad make a deal with old Yellow Eyes?”

I swallowed the sip I’d taken as he asked. “Yes.” I wasn’t a Winchester, I didn’t need to hone my communication skills. “He asked, and I did. If you come visit, WITH Dean I’ll give you what I found.” I was bargaining. I didn’t care.

“I can’t make you a promise just yet, Tali, there’s something-” He inhaled loud enough for me to hear it. “Something’s wrong here, and I have to take care of it first.”

“Fine, but you can expect a visit from Dean soon.” I didn’t say goodbye, he’d pissed me off by being JUST like the other two. Damn them all.

I finished my soda and clicked on Dean’s number. I swear it barely rang once. Fuck. “He’s with Ellen.” Hell, no one ever said ‘hello’ to me, might as well get on the wagon with these dickheads. “He’s asking Ash for research into the demon you all were hunting. And he says he can’t promise to come to me for MY research into the same Yellow Eyed asshole.”

“Hello to you too, sweetheart.” I rolled my eyes at his voice. Sure, NOW you say ‘hello’. “I’ll head to the Roadhouse now, I was heading in that direction anyway.” I expected him to hang up, but he was apparently feeling chatty. “How was your day?” I pulled my cell away from my face and stared at it, trying to see if I’d dialed Dr. Phil by accident. Nope, Dean Winchester.

“Fine, I guess.” What the literal hell? “Yours?” I rolled my eyes at the question. “Sorry, that was a stupid question.”

He chuckled. “It’s lookin’ up, thanks to you.” I heard the noise of his driving, the music in the background. “How many classes did you have today?”

Seriously? What? “Two.” I walked to my desk, and watched out my windows at the mailman sliding envelopes in the mailbox across the street. “I have the research ready for you guys.” It was printed up and sitting in front of me. “Get Sam, come here and MAYBE we can talk him down from the ledge.”

“Will do, Tali.” The way he said my name, why did it sound so much like John? I felt my heart clench. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart. Bye.”

“Bye.” And then the call ended and I wondered what the fuck I was doing?

Hours later, after a rousing round of paper grading and lunch, I felt the fear blossoming inside me again. I pushed it down. I picked up another pack of class papers, and thought about dinner as I took up my red pen.

I was in bed, once again having stayed up far too late trying to tell myself that the pit of fear that felt heavy in my stomach was just a normal reaction to being around hunters. I ignored the tiny voice in the back of my head that was trying to remind me that I’d only worried this much about three hunters in my life. My parents and John, that fucking pain flashed through me again. I forced the nervous feeling down.

Sleep finally gripped me and I tried, even in my dreams to make the fear go away.

The ringing of my phone tore me out of my dream. A dream where I was tossing every possible tidbit of information that I knew about every single fucking occult situation ever, but nothing was working. I had to stand paralyzed as I watched John, then Dean, then Sam burn away from in front of my eyes. Impotent to stop a shadow with bright yellow eyes destroying the three Winchesters as I watched.

I was grabbing around the nightstand, trying to find the ringing phone in the dark, but I missed the call. Fuck. I slapped around working on finding the switch for the lamp, and then it finally clicked on, blinding me even with my eyes still shut. Fuck. As my hand took up the phone, blinking my eyes to try to focus on the fucking screen, it rang again startling me and making me drop it in the wrinkles of my tangled blankets. God Fucking Damn it.

I found it before the caller could hang up again. But then, for fuck’s sake, no one said anything. Are you fucking serious? All this for a heavy breather? “Hello?” I growled, my voice rough from sleep.

“Tali?” Sam? I blinked again, trying to focus. “Tali, we’re heading your way. Uh, is that alright?”

“Yeah,” I pulled my phone from my ear, and forced my eyes to pay attention to the time. Four o’clock, well that was marginally better than the last time. Fuck. “Yeah, it’s fine. When,” A yawn overwhelmed me. “When can I expect you?”

“Um, now?” Shit. Are you kidding me? “We’re outside your house.” Ugh. Of course they were.

“Yeah, give me a few-” I looked down at myself, what had I worn to bed? “The spare key is hidden in the rock beside the steps, the one that looks like a star.” I hung up and untangled myself from the blankets and took a look in my floor length mirror. Ah, shorts and a t-shirt. Thank goodness for that. I heard my front door open and the sounds of their boots on my hardwoods. My hair, well that was a lost cause at this point without a fucking shower and hair product. “Hey!” I called, walking to the open bedroom door and took in how fucking exhausted they both looked. Fuck, what happened?

“Tali,” Sam ducked his head as awkward as always. Dean’s eyes were locked on me and I suddenly felt far too under dressed. Fuck.

“You both look like shit.” I offered, and went to the hallway linen closet. “I have one spare room, and there’s ONE daybed.” I was pulling out blankets when I felt the warmth of a body behind me. I turned, arms loaded with a spare pillow and a few blankets and nearly smacked right into Dean. “Um, damn.” I sighed, and he grinned down at me.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he wasn’t being loud. In fact, I doubted that Sam could hear him down the hallway, but I heard him loud and clear. Fuck. “One daybed?”

I nodded, and pushed the pillow and blankets into his arms. “Yeah, your short ass will fit, but Sam would be a tight fit.” Without the blankets and pillows in front of me, I became painfully aware that I wasn’t wearing a bra. Damn it. “He can have the couch.” I finished lamely, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Do you have classes later?” I shook my head, he’d lost track of the days apparently.

"It's Saturday.” I started forward, but between his broader shoulders, the bulk of the linen in his arms, and the fact that he’d planted himself dead center in the hallway, I couldn’t pass him. “Let’s go give Sam his bed things, and I’ll show you to the guest room.”

“I could just bunk down with you,” he started and I flinched. “Then Sam could have the spare, and you wouldn’t have to tiptoe around him when we get up.” Shit. Fuck. Was I imagining the fucking dare in his offer? If I said no, if I brushed it off and forced the issue would he assume I couldn’t control myself with him? Damn it.

“Or,” I countered, “Sam could bunk down with me, since my bed’s bigger and he’d fit there better. And you could have the guest room, and no one has to tiptoe at all.”

“Sam’s a light sleeper.” He shot back. “Wakes up at the slightest noise. You go to leave that bed, sweetheart, and up he comes. Back to tiptoeing around the giant.” Fuck. Was his eyes twinkling?

I sighed. “Are you possessed?” I squinted up at him. “Should I squirt you with Holy water?”

His laugh belied the exhaustion that seemed to roll off of him. “Squirt me?”

I reached beside him on the hallway table and picked up a squirt bottle that looked like Windex. “This,” and pinching the trigger I shot him in the cheek. “Isn’t glass cleaner.” And I was sad to see it didn’t sizzle. Shit. “I keep it disguised in this bottle with a little blue food coloring, just in case.”

He swiped the drips away. “Fuck,” he was fighting a glare. “Do you really think that I’d have to be possessed to ask to sleep in your bed?”

“No.” I answered, and his smile came back. “I thought you had to be possessed because you sounded like you were a law student, and that’s Sam’s deal.” I put the bottle back in its spot. “Fine. You can bunk with me.” His grin grew wider. “If your hand crosses the invisible border, then I will fucking bite it off.” The smile dropped. “Now take those to Sam and the guest room is at the other end of the hall.” I pointed at the closed door and he shot it a look. “The bathroom is next to it.” I was NOT sharing my bathroom with his smug ass. “I’m going back to bed.”

I settled into my bed after untangling the covers and sheets, remaking the bed a bit so Dean and I wouldn’t have to play tug-of-war for dominance. I laid back down, fluffing my pillow and fixing my cell so it could charge again and waited for him to come in so I could turn off my lamp.

When he crossed the threshold, he’d already gotten rid of his coat and boots. And was down to his jeans, undershirt, and button down. I waited for him to take in his surroundings, fucking hunters and their need to assess the dangers in every situation. His hands went to his belt and I felt my eyes widen.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His eyes met mine and he winked. He fucking winked.

“Getting ready for bed, sweetheart.” And then he tugged his belt open and the jeans were off. Damn it. “What?” Another challenge.

“Not a single tiny little thing.” I rolled over so I was facing the lamp and window. “Let me know when you’re settled and I’ll turn off the lamp.”

The bed dipped not long after I saw his jeans hit the floor. “I’m ready, sweetheart.” I felt the blankets shift a bit, and his sigh of contentment as he got comfortable on the pillow.

I reached over and turned off the lamp, knowing that we wouldn’t have long of darkness and thanking God that I’d hung black out curtains a few months earlier. “Night, Dean.” I whispered into the darkness.

“Goodnight, Tali.” His voice, in the dark, was near enough to John’s to make my heart twist.

I woke up wrapped around a warm body. I smiled, cuddling closer, smelling the familiar scent of John Winchester filling my senses. It HAD been a horrible nightmare. John was safe and sound and holding me tight against him. I felt his lips brush the top of my hair and his gruff chuckle vibrate against my cheek.

“Guess I should be happy you crossed that invisible border and not me, sweetheart.” FUCK. The voice, close but not close enough. “Does this mean I get to bite into you?”

Damn it. I pushed myself away, even if he was warm and smelled amazing. Dean Winchester was NOT John Winchester. And that meant that I hadn’t dreamed of his death, that he was gone, and I had allowed myself to crawl all over his son. Ugh, Tali, what the hell?

“Sorry about that.” I felt a blush burning my face. “Can’t control where I curl when I sleep.” I brushed my hair out of my face. “You think Sam’s up yet?”

“Tali,” Dean’s voice sounded pained. “You don’t have to-”

“Yeah, I do.” I got out of bed and picked up my cell phone. “I’ll get breakfast started, even if it is lunchtime.” I was gone before he could say another word.

#supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester #dean winchester x ofc

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rapperkookz · 5 years

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Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au w/ @cynoirsure

a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

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word count: 3.8k genre: crack, fluff, angst warnings: roofie mentions, swearing — Your POV

It was the final stretch of the year, and it seemed as if everything was coming into place. Most of your sorority events were over, the only event left being Installs, which were combined with Beta Tau Sigma. You had one week left before finals and to celebrate before dying in the school library, the boys were throwing one last party of the year, which also happened to be celebrating Kevin’s birthday.

You texted Taehyung, asking if he needed any help in setting up the party tonight. He texted back almost immediately ‘I already hired some people to help set up at the penthouse tonight, but thanks for asking y/n~’ Your jaw dropped at the word ‘penthouse’. It must have slipped your mind since the email Taehyung sent you all last week. You knew it was at a different location since you didn’t recognize the address, but a penthouse downtown? You thought it was just an airbnb somewhere further away from campus.

“Where’s the party again tonight, Little?” Jieun asked, a group of you dining in a brunch restaurant for a Sisterhood.

“It’s at a penthouse downtown, biggie,” You said sending the address again in your group chat.

“I don’t know if I’m going,” one of your sisters said, “The first final next week is my hardest class and I really don’t want to fail it.”

“No one’s forcing you to go, Miyoung.” Another commented, “School’s more important than a party anyway, we can celebrate after installs.”

“I’m going because it’s Kevin’s birthday celebration,” You nodded, nudging Rosa. “Yeah, I’m going because Namjoon asked me to come.”

A few girls whistled at your line sister’s budding romance. “y/n and I are getting ready at my dorm later if any of you girls wanna join.”

“You’re not getting ready with Jungkook?”

“He’s with the guys,” you said casually, “I’ll see him later.”

“Okay, I don’t know if this is true, but Jimin said there’s going to be a pool and a bounce house and also a stripper pole,” Jieun said.

“Big told me that too, I’m not surprised since Taehyung oppa’s paying.” You shrugged, “He’s also catering food and the alcohol’s gonna be expensive as fuck.”

“Okay, I can’t miss this party, then.” Another of your line sisters, Yeri, said. “Feisty Four, we’re all going.”

“It’s gonna be so much fun, we can take a cute line picture,” You smiled urging your line to come. It only took a minimal amount of convincing for the last to agree, the four of you planning to meet in Rosa’s dorm at six pm. At the end of the Sisterhood, you bid your chapter goodbye, telling the girls who were coming to the party that you would see them later. Leaving with Rosa and another of your line, Daeun, to go to Rosa’s dorm.

The three of you were engrossed in a conversation about installs when your phone went off with Jungkook’s specific ringtone, “Hey babe, what’s up?”

“Am I interrupting your sisterhood, baby?”

“No I’m actually on the way back to campus with Rosa and Daeun. Did you want me to stop by somewhere and get you food?” You asked, the two girls laughing at your assumption.

“I mean…no that’s not why I called,” he said, “one, I miss you baby. Two, I bought us tickets to Illenium next month. And three, I’m so excited for tonight, we need to take a cute picture.”

You chuckled, “You’re cute, Kook. I’ll stop by your room real quick before getting ready for the party. How are you getting there?”

“Grand’s taking his car because there’s parking. We’re sleeping over for the night since we’ll be super fucked up, if you wanna stay too. I convinced Taehyung hyung to rent out a room for me.” Jungkook said slyly. Your cheeks flushed, “I guess I’m gonna have to. One of my sisters also just gave me a new cart that we can use tonight.”

“God, you’re amazing. I’ll see you in a bit, baby. Bring me McDonalds, please!” Hanging up, you told the girls that you were going to stop by your dorm before heading over. You walked leisurely to your dorm after getting Jungkook’s McDonalds, thinking in your head what you needed for the night. You stopped by your room to get an overnight bag, stuffing inside some sleeping clothes, clothes for tomorrow, and your skincare routine, before locking the door and heading to Jungkook’s room. You walked in on him watching Iron Man on his computer, a smile blooming on his face as he met eyes with you. He stood and pulled you in for an embrace, “I’ve missed you baby.”

“I saw you last night, dork.” You chuckled pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Here’s your food, babe.” You sat down on his bed, eyes trained on the computer screen. You opened your mouth as he fed you a fry, putting an arm around your waist as the two of you watched the movie.

“What time do you need to leave?” He asked nuzzling his face into your neck. You checked your phone, 1:45 pm. It didn’t take you long to get ready and Rosa’s dorm was only a five minute walk from yours, so you could probably stay another hour or two before getting ready. “I’ll leave at around 4.”

He sighed in content, holding you tighter. “Perfect, we have more than enough time for a round, maybe two…or three.”

“You horny fiend, your breath smells like oil and grease.” You chuckled squirming in his embrace. “But fuck, you’re annoyingly hot.”

He smirked as you moved your positions so that you were straddling him. “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.”

“I’m a bit mad I need to take another shower,” you said lifting Jungkook’s shirt. He put his hands on your waist, your skin feeling like fire with his every touch. Moving his left hand to your ass, he gave a playful squeeze.

“We can kill two birds with one stone if we take our last round to the shower,” He said removing your sundress and bra in a haste, only leaving you in your underwear. You smiled and leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, “That sounds like a great idea, daddy.”

–

After double checking to make sure no one else was in the bathroom, the two of you quickly ran back to his room, locking the door after yourselves. Jungkook beamed as he pulled you towards his bed again, the towels that covered your bodies on the floor as he wrapped his limbs around your body like a koala. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as the two of you cuddled for a little while, your heart practically beating outside of your chest. Jungkook stared at you lovingly, caressing your cheek with his palm. You met his eyes, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just love looking at you.” Softly, you leaned in for a kiss, trying to portray all your emotions to him. After a couple minutes, he pulled away and pecked your nose. “You should get going, baby. I think your line’s been waiting for you long enough.”

Nodding, you stood and patted his knee, getting dressed “I’ll see you later, Kook.”

You blew him a kiss as you grabbed your bag and shut the door, leaving your dorm and walking towards Rosa’s. There was a jump in your step as you entered her room and all your line sisters who were already there knew it.

“Please tell me you took a shower before you got here.” Yeri said as you poked her side. You pulled out your outfit for the night, a black tank top and skirt and laid it on her desk, sitting on the chair so that Yeri could start dutch braiding your hair.

“You know, I have a question, line.” Daeun said, “Do you ever call Jungkook syands during sex?”

“What the fuck, Daeun?” You laughed, “No, I only called him syands like the first month I knew him.”

The four of you started to get ready, blasting music and eating food to prepare your stomachs for a night full of alcohol. When you all finished, it was only 8:30. The depth of the party wouldn’t really start until 10 o’clock.

“Should we pregame?” Rosa asked. Yeri scoffed, “Yeah if you want to fucking blackout. They’re serving Beta Ice tonight and God knows what kinds of hard liquor they mix in that.”

“It’s honestly really good if you look past all the tequila and vodka and whatever,” You shrugged. At around 9, you called the uber to the penthouse, the four of you getting in and arriving within 30 minutes. There was a good amount of people there already. Thankfully, you found Jungkook by the exit, the boy greeting your sisters before taking you up to his rented room so that you could put your stuff there. “Where’s Kev?”

“He’s probably at the pool with your lineage, babe.” He said kissing your temple, “They’re playing floating beer pong. Did you bring a swimsuit so that you could go in the pool?”

You nodded at your overnight bag, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s waist, “You look good, babe.” He donned a white button-up dress shirt, tucked in some black jeans, his hair was parted so that his forehead was revealed. He was absolutely breathtaking. Jungkook gave your own outfit a once-over. “So do you, baby girl.”

“I’m gonna go get a drink and join my lineage at the pool, I’m pretty sure my biggie should be here by now. Care to join me?” You asked grabbing your swimsuit and towel.

He shrugged, “Maybe later, babe. My teammates are here so I’m gonna hang with them for a little bit. But I’ll definitely find you later tonight.”

Jungkook walked you back to the bar, the two of you grabbing drinks before parting ways. After changing into your swimsuit, you arrived at the pool area to see a crowd of people hanging in the water, your lineage playing floating beer pong at the side. Your Big Sister spotted you first, waving you to come over with her free hand as the other was holding a cup of Beta Ice, “Little! Play for me please, I’m over this game.”

“You’re only saying that because you have bad aim, Jieun!” Hoseok laughed, “You’re not even the one drinking the beer, it’s my Little drinking it for you.”

“It’s okay love, I know you hate beer.” Jimin said rubbing her back. “C’mere Little Sis, tag out for your Biggie. We need to beat the birthday boy.”

“Eat my ass twin,” Kevin smirked taking his shot, the ball landing swiftly in one of the 5 remaining red cups.

“Oh that’s right 4 to 7 left baby.” Taehyung cheered putting an arm around his boyfriend.

“Okay, my grand’s a baller!” Hoseok cheered as you shot the ball in.

You laughed and waited until it was your next turn, “You know, because it’s my precious best friend’s birthday, I’ll give you my ball for this round.”

“You’re so nice to me, y/n.” Kevin smiled catching the ball and taking an additional shot, leaving the game 3 to 5. You played for another 20 minutes, the winner being Kevin and Hoseok. After about an hour, the penthouse was absolutely packed, the music blasting so loud that you could feel the vibrations in the water. You were surprised that you guys haven’t gotten any noise complaints (Taehyung probably covered the police too).

“Baby I don’t wanna be in the water anymore,” Taehyung slurred against Kevin, the birthday boy equally as drunk as his boyfriend.

“Okay everyone, let’s get out and dry off.” Jieun said pulling Jimin out of the water. You were a good amount of buzzed, changing quickly so that you could get more alcohol in your system. As you reached the bar, you found Rosa lying down on a table, Namjoon taking a body shot of vodka from her stomach.

“My turn my turn!” Taehyung giggled laying down next to Rosa, “scootchie Rosa~”

“My Little is blasted,” Seokjin clicked his tongue, taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh my God,” Jinhee said as she watched Kevin drunkenly take a shot from Taehyung’s belly button, his saliva and the alcohol mixing on Taehyung’s body. Yoongi chuckled, his arm protectively around Jinhee’s waist.

“You having fun, Little?” Hoseok asked ruffling Kevin’s hair. The boy grinned and hugged his Big, “hehe I love every single one of y’all. Bu-but all my love for everyone else is unmatched for my lov efor my boyfriend, kim taeeeee hyung. I love you baby gimme a kisth”

“To Kevin!” Jimin shouted raising his drink, the whole room joining in to cheer the birthday boy on. You met eyes with Jungkook from across the living room who was still with his team. He gave you a smile and puckered his lips for a little kiss, mirroring his action in response.

For the next hour and a half you were just letting loose and hanging with your friends, the only ones closest to sober being Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jinhee. Engrossed in a conversation with Yeri and Rosa, you missed the small capsule that slipped into your cup that you placed on the counter. Laughing, you took it in your hand and was about to take a sip before Hoseok suddenly grabbed your wrist, his eyes wide and face all worried.

“Don’t drink it.”

“Huh? Gwand,” You slurred, “I wanna drink itt.”

Taking the cup, Hoseok immediately dumped its contents in the nearest sink, eyes searching for the figure that tried to drug you. He called over Namjoon, whispering in his ear what he just witnessed. Immediately, the Beta Tau president walked over to the DJ, asking to grab his mic. The rest of the boys and your sisters started to gather around as they noticed something was off. “Jungkook, are you fucked up?”

“I’m alright, hyung. I’m drunk, but I know what’s going on.” Jungkook said with a smile, “what’s going on?”

“Hi everyone, please dispose of your drinks right now and get a newly bottle or can.” Namjoon said calmly to the drunken crowd, “Some people may be trying to roofie you, so I suggest you proceed with caution for the night. If anyone needs a way home, we will pay for your uber.”

“Wh-what?” you mumbled your heart beating in fear. Your eyes began searching for Jungkook, clinging to his shirt as he enveloped you in a hug, “K-Kook.”

“This fucker tried to drug my grand.” Hoseok said angrily dragging a pledge from Rho Psi by his collar.

“Who the fuck do you-”

“You fucking ass!” Jimin snarled shoving the pledge to the ground, “You don’t fucking roofie anyone, especially my Little Sister.”

“Little, calm down,” Hoseok said restraining Jimin from beating the living crap out of the pledge, who was now surrounded by his own brothers.

“Who the ffuckk invited you fucking lozerss?” Taehyung said, but the look in his eyes was deadly as he glared at the group of boys.

“I’m not having any rapey boys at my party so do yourselves a favor and get lost.” Kevin said leaning against Seokjin.

The pledge crossed his arms cockily, “Didn’t think it would be a big deal with y/n, she’s just Jungkook’s latest fuck anyway-”

“The fuck did you say?” Jungkook said, his blood boiling with anger.

“Grand,” Yoongi said sternly, “Control yourself, we can’t get written up for violence. We’re still a newly chartered chapter.”

“I’m not affiliated in anything,” Jinhee said moving out of Yoongi’s hold. She faced the boys of Rho Psi, the pledges amused that a small voice major was trying to fight. With all her might, Jinhee kneed the pledge in the crotch and punched him, the boy stumbling back on the floor.

Yoongi stared at his girlfriend with a smirk, pride filling his eyes. Seokjin, on the other hand, laughed as he, too, leaned against Kevin for support. Namjoon walked back to the group, a crowd now forming around them. The pledge put his hand to his mouth, a metallic taste lingering on his tongue as some blood went off on his fingers.

“You bitch, I’m bleeding. This isn’t funny, my lawyer will be in contact with you!”

“What, are you gonna hit a girl? Your frat likes to rape and hit girls, huh? Let’s do it baby, I know the law.” Jinhee challenged, the other fraternity holding back from doing something they would certainly regret.

“It’s time you left Rho Psi, and don’t try that shit at any of our parties again or we will blacklist and have you guys disbanded.” Namjoon said, his deep voice threatening, “And expect this to be brought up to the Greek advisor. Think again before having your process involve something as disgusting as violating human consent.”

“Yeah fuck you,” Jimin sneered, pushing some of the boys as they left the party. You let out a heavy breath, trying to calm down as Jungkook whispered comforting things in your ear, his hands rubbing your back in his hug. A decent amount of people left after being informed of the roofie incident, Namjoon deciding that this party was now closed to only people Kevin knew, telling everyone that the party was over and to leave the penthouse.

“Let’s get you to a private room, Little,” Jieun said worriedly as your sisters, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jinhee, and Jimin led you to the bedroom. She told Daeun to grab you a bottle of water from the mini fridge, the group of them urging your drink so that your stomach wouldn’t hate you the next morning. Once Daeun came back with the water bottle, Jimin made eyes with the group that had come in.

“We should probably give her some space, it might be too overwhelming with all of us in here.” Jimin said softly and began to usher everyone but your Big, Jungkook, and himself out. You clutched onto the water bottle tight, still trying to process what had just happened in what seemed like five minutes but probably had lasted maybe 30 minutes to an hour.

“I-I’ve never been roofied before,” you mumbled.

“And you will never be roofied ever,” Jungkook said, “not while we’re here, y/n.”

“You’re safe, Little, okay?” Jimin said reassuringly, rubbing your knee. Your Big sister nodded, playing with your braids. “We got them out, Little. And this will spread through the whole Greek community, there’s no way any member of Rho Psi will get near you again.”

“Do you need anything, babe?” Jungkook asked, rubbing circles on your palm. You shook your head, “Who’s all outside still?”

“Just a few others, some people from Kev’s cultural group, our sisters, Beta Tau, and some people from the volleyball team.” Jieun said, “Ready to go out, Little?” You took a deep breath, nodding and scooting to the edge of the bed. You made it back into the penthouse, your best friends coming over to you first

“My baby y/nie, are you okay?” Jinhee pouted, cupping your cheeks and squishing them. You nodded, giving the both of them a thumbs up while you scanned the penthouse. Since it was a lot less crowded at the penthouse, you could easily pinpoint a couple faces you knew were new as well as your friends. “Do you just wanna chill with us or do you wanna hang with Kook? It’s up to you.” You looked over at Jungkook who simply smiled at you, giving you the okay to hang out with your best friends.

“I’ll catch you later yeah? Our room is down the hall to the left, Jinhee and Kevin should also know where it is.” Jungkook placed a quick peck on your lips before joining his lineage, who were on the couch casually talking with Rosa and another boy who looked similar to one of your best friends. Kevin turned to the two of you, grinning.

“Have you guys had any of the food that we got catered? I’m fucking starving.” The birthday boy took both of your hands, guiding the two of you over to the food table. The food table had an unbelievable amount of hors d'oeuvres, as well as some other finger foods that still seemed like it would cost more than your tuition.

“Damn, Tae really took my advice when I recommended this place, huh.” Jinhee looked in disbelief at the table, shaking her head. The three of you dived in without a second thought, the flavors completely taking over your senses. You groaned after the first bite, throwing your head back.

“Yeah, sex is great but I think this beats it out by a smidge bit.” Kevin and Jinhee laughed at your comment, grinning at each other before Jinhee held up a piece of food to toast with.

“Here’s to Kev, the most important boy in our lives and the only one to successfully own our asses!” The three of you toasted to her words, before taking more food and going to go join everyone left in the living room. The people left were the boys and the people in your sorority. Rosa and Namjoon sat next to each other, the two of them completely engrossed in another conversation as the circle was still considerably large. Jungkook patted the space next to him for you, a smile on his face.

This was more like it. You rested your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, the boy rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. The two of you were talking about one of your upcoming dates, the atmosphere more relaxed and welcoming.

“-I’m not at my dorm right now,” Jinhee laughed catching your attention. “No! I’m not bringing you a bottle of cognac!”

“Who’s that?” Yoongi asked her, the girl telling him to hold on.

“It’s unnie’s younger brother,” You answered for Jinhee, “He’s coming here next year.”

“We can recruit him!” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Choi Yeonjun you’re too young to be drinking alcohol,” She rolled her eyes, “my phone’s about to die so I’m hanging up. Ask me for alcohol again and I’m gonna beat your ass.”

“Noona please why don’t you be a plug like a regular sister?!”

“The day I buy you alcohol is when you turn 21. Anyway, night Yeonjunie, love you.”

Yoongi chuckled booping her nose, “Your phone’s not about to die, you liar.”

“Yeah, but I’m not giving my brother alcohol until it’s legal.” She shrugged.

“Oh c’mon, unnie, I started drinking when I was 16.” You said casually.

“Yeah, but I trust you turned out well.” She said, “You better watch him next year when he pledges, Yoongs.”

“I will, I won’t make him drink that much.” He winked making his girlfriend roll her eyes. Kevin stood up and staggered to the kitchen, dry heaving into the sink.

“Well, I think I’m done drinking for tonight.” Hoseok said walking over to tend to his Little. Taehyung soon staggered after him, “my babeeee noo! don’t throw up!”

Jimin and Jieun then stood, announcing they were getting waters for everyone. You puckered your lips in a kiss to your Bigs as they handed you a large glass of water.

“You feeling better, little?” Jieun asked you sweetly, lightly resting her elbow on Jungkook’s head.

You nodded playing with Jungkook’s hand, “I feel much better now, thanks to all of you guys.”

Jimin smiled, “We’re here for you little, always.” The sound of Taehyung now throwing up made your head turn to the kitchen. Jimin sighed, looking around for Seokjin who was having a heart to heart with Daeun and Yeri about boys, “I’ll go make sure Tae’s okay. I don’t really wanna interrupt Jin hyung and the girls.”

“-men ain’t shit Daeun! I’m telling you! All men fucking suck!” Seokjin blabbered loudly.

“I’m embarrassed.” Jinhee said burying her face in Yoongi’s shirt.

“You don’t need a man, linebae! Men are trash!” You encouraged. Jungkook pouted and nudged you, “except you baby, of course.”

“Damn right.”

6-6-19

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classic-rock-roller · 6 years

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1. You come home one day to hear excited whispering through the door. You open it and see Kevin and Randy sitting on the couch, looking suspiciously unbusy. Before you even ask what’s going on, a German Shepherd puppy jumps over the back of the couch and runs up to you. You glance up at them and Kevin bursts out excitedly “We got a puppy!” How do you respond?

“Aww, he’s so cute! What’s his name? Although the two of you are potty training him and footing the bill from the landlord for keeping the dog.”

2. You are attempting to make dinner for Nikki, Tommy and Kevin, your roommates. Something along the way went horribly wrong, and you managed to set off the smoke alarms. They all rush into the kitchen to see what happened, only to see you looking sheepish and confused in the middle of it. What happens next?

They most likely help me turn off the smoke alarms and then help me with dinner because I’m a pretty good cook I just sometimes don’t get recipes right entirely.

3. You and Crue are assigned an interesting project for film class. Somehow, Tommy got put in charge of writing the script, and the characters are Gordon Ramsay, Dean Winchester, Santa Claus, and Ozzy Osbourne. Who films and who plays who?

Tommy would play Gordon Ramsay because I think he’d like to yell a lot. I can see Mick playing Ozzy don't ask me why. I can see Vince play dean and Nikki playing Santa Clause. (Was Tommy high when he came up with those characters or something?)

4. You get home to see Kevin, Nikki, and Duff making dinner. You don’t think anything of it, until after about fifteen minutes. You hear Duff scream in pain, “AUGH, YOU BASTARD.” You rush back to the kitchen to find that he’s got a steak knife in his arm. What do you do?

“What the fuck happened? Why does Duff have a steak knife in his arm? Did one of the two of you stab him with it?” I’d then pile the three of them into my car to take Duff to the hospital all while lecturing about the importance of kitchen safety.

5. You and GNR go out to buy a Christmas tree. Who tries to climb every single one, who is dissatisfied with them all, who is already complaining about needles in the carpet, who jokingly pretends the tree is a lady only to get a mouthful of pine needles, and who sighs and picks one up to drag it to the checkout area?

Steven tries to climb every one, Axl is dissatisfied with every one, slash complains about the needles, Duff gets a mouth full of pine needs, and Izzy just sighs and drags one to the checkout area.

6. Crue and OG Quiet Riot as high school stereotypes?

Tommy, Nikki, and Kevin--the jocks

Vince--in with the popular girls

Randy and Mick--book smart kids

Drew and Rudy--band kids

7. You and Crue are out to dinner. Who orders for the group, who changes their order last minute, who can’t decide (and always ends up getting the same thing anyway so the debate is always moot), who orders a sundae as an appetizer, and who always gets stuck footing the bill?

Tommy always orders for the group.

I always change my order last minute

Vince cant decide (*me to Vince* ”Oh my god Vince just fucking pick something.” “I will this is a very important decision.” “Vince, it’s fucking food. just fucking pick something.” Fine! I’ll get the chicken.” *under my breath* “He gets that every fucking time. I don’t know why we have to go through this.”)

Nikki orders the sundae as an appetizer

and Mick usually ends up footing the bill but sometimes I do too.

8. You’re walking around your neighborhood one sunny day when you pass by Kevin, mowing his lawn. You glance at him, see he is absorbed in what he's doing. A moment later you hear him scream, “Son of a BITCH”. You turn back to see he’s fallen and is spewing profanities like a fire hydrant. What do you do?

I run over to him to make sure he’s ok. If he’s hurt and it’s not too serious I’d say “Hold on I have a first aid kit back at my house.” If it’s serious, I’d drive him to the ER and wait for him to be taken care of so that I can drive him back home.

9. You and Nikki meet Tommy and Vince for lunch one day. As you sit down, Nikki says “Man, my legs are so sore.” Vince casually asks “Why?” Nikki looks at you to tell the story, and you flush out of embarrassment. Without missing a beat, Tommy shouts “OH MY GOD DID YOU GUYS FUCK OH MY GOD VINCE THEY TOTALLY DID.” You don’t have the courage to tell them that Nikki’s legs are sore because you two went to JumpStreet for 4 hours. How do you two proceed?

I’d flush and stutter even more and then go no...we didn’t do that. We just went to JumpStreet for four hours... to which both Tommy and Vince would look at us and go “Uh-huh” I’d just let them go if they don’t want to know the truth so be it.

10. You get on a plane to head out to see some extended family. You are seated next to Tommy, who looks like he’s been awake for a week. As soon as you’re in the air, he passes out on your shoulder. Do you move him or leave him be?

I’d leave him be. He seemed really tired and if he can get any sleep that’s important I wouldn’t want to risk waking him.

11. You get home to see Nikki sitting on the couch with his arms outstretched. “What are you doing?” You ask him. “Cuddle me, you weirdo.” He says. How do you proceed?

I’d go cuddle him. Why wouldn’t I do that?

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1. You are roommates with Stephen Pearcy and because of his long hair, it constantly clogs the sink. Every time he complains about cleaning it you usually respond with, “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” One time when you say this, he leaves the bathroom and locks you in. What do you do?

2. After getting your little puppy with Randy, he is ecstatic and constantly is carrying the dog or the dog is yipping and following him around. One day while you’re making dinner, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. After a minute or two he starts kissing your neck, so you turn around and look at him. “What’s all this about?” he says, “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.” How do you respond?

3. You and Warren live together in an apartment. It’s the middle of summer and it’s extremely hot and you’re in a drought. Both you and Warren are pretty much melting on the couch even though all of the windows are open. All of a sudden Warren gets up. “Where are you going?” “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.” How do you respond?

4. You came home early from work to find a note from Randy telling you that he was out and he’d be back later. Ok, not a problem, you wait up for him until about ten o’clock. But you have to get up at about six in the morning, so you go to bed. At about midnight you feel the bed dip beside you and roll over, “It's midnight! Where the hell were you? You had me fucking worried!” Where was he?

5. You’re walking down the stairs with Randy when all of sudden you trip. Randy catches you and asks if you’re ok to which you respond that you are, but you wait until you think he is out of earshot before muttering, “Except for my dignity.” Randy turns around and says, “That’s ok, I like that I caught you and not someone else.” How do you respond?

6. You’re getting ready for bed without Randy because he’s going to be out late with Kevin. All of a sudden you feel arms wrap around your waist and instinctively you hit the person which causes them to fall onto the bed. When you turn around you see it’s Randy and he’s holding his nose. What do you do?

7. Randy’s been really sick lately and stuck up in bed. Whenever he gets chills or gets uncomfortable with sour muscles you either cuddle with him or give him a massage and every time he says, “But you’re going to get sick. I don’t want to make you sick.” How do you respond?

8. You have headphones in your ears and are dancing around the kitchen and singing, making dinner to one of your favorite songs. Randy opens the door and calls you and after not hearing you he goes to investigate. He finds you in the kitchen and decided to learn up against the doorway. It’s another two or three minutes before you realize he’s there and when you pull your earbuds out he says, “I like when you dance. You’re good.” How do you respond?

9. Kevin is over at your’s and Randy's house for dinner, Randy says something that makes you blush and Kevin says, “Aww, you’re so sweet and cute and precious.” “I AM NOT SWEET. I AM DARK AND MYSTERIOUS AND DANGEROUS.” Then you do a tiny kitten sneeze. And Randy wraps his arm around you. “Awww, how cute.” How do you respond to Kevin?

10. While over at Kevin and Randy’s house you have your sketchbook out and are drawing Randy. Kevin comes over and asks what you’re drawing. You instinctively hide it which makes him want to see it more. He grabs it from you, “Oh this looks nice. I’m going to go show Randy.” He starts to head out the door. What do you do?

11. Randy wants to wake up extra early to do something but he’s having trouble getting you out of bed. “Just get up. It’s not that hard!” You pull the covers off you. “No, I’m hibernating.” and then go back under. “Well, it’s not that cold out and you’re not even an animal.” Again you pull back the cover. “I can be what I want to be.” “Just get out of bed.” “NO.” “That’s it.” and Randy picks you up. What do you do?

@osbournebemydaddy, your move.

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My Friend is an Angel | Chapter 2

Title: Smiles and Laughs

Genre: fluff, angst

Word count: 2k

JIMIN’S POV:

As Taehyung and I jog around the campus for our daily routine, a sudden thought crosses my mind.

“Ah, that’s right. We have an exam tomorrow morning” I think aloud

“Shit! I totally forgot about it! Agh...I’m totally going to fail…” Taehyung complains before coming to a slow stop to catch his breath, and as the realization sets in his head falls down slowly in defeat.

Noticing this, I stop right beside him to catch my breath and look at Taehyung while I give him a soft pat on his back.

“Aish, don’t say stuff like that. You’ll do well as long as you have been working on your research paper.”

“You see, that’s the problem. I’ve been playing Overwatch this whole week that I didn’t even touch the research paper. Why do you think I’ve been waking up late?”

A big sigh goes through my lips before bluntly stating: “*Sigh*...you’re screwed”

A pout comes from his lips and looks at me just as a puppy looks at it’s owner for a treat.

“Ahh..why is this happening to me??!”

“Hahaha, so cute. I was just joking, Tae. You are pretty smart so you’ll do fine.”

Seeing him act like a little kid, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and give him a tiny pinch on his nose.

Taehyung would sometimes act like a little kid, and I’d find that a very cute, although sometimes annoying, side of him. Whenever he needed help or just wanted attention, he would pout and give you his puppy eyes making you feel guilty but soft at the same time that you couldn’t help but help the poor kid.

“No, but I want to get a higher score than you!”

“You are still thinking of beating my rank in the class?” I scoff at his sudden reply.

“Hell yeah! I want to stop paying every time we go to the PC cafe. Also I want to stop paying for the snacks you eat all the time at the cafe, Jimin”

“Hahaha, alright alright. Let’s head back to the dorms and shower. I’ll help you study for the exam”

“Really??!! YES! Thank you Jimin~ You’re the best!”

Following his excited reply he puts both of his hands on my shoulders and pulls me into a tight hug. I laugh at his reaction as the both of us, with a big smile on our faces, head back to our dorms.

The last bell finally rings and both Taehyung and I head out of class to go grab some snacks from the store outside the campus.

‘Well I have to help Tae cram as much as he can, so we’ll probably be staying out late.’ I think to myself before continuing, ‘I should probably buy some snacks.’ Finishing my thought. Afterwards taking a quick glance at him I realize… ‘He eats… a lot. Better buy a lot of snacks.’

‘Maybe grab some shrimp chips, choco pies, and rice crackers while I get some poky, and some cookies.’ I list in my head before repeating it to the snack vendor.

“Can we get mochi ice cream too?” Asked Taehyung with tiny sparks in his eyes, clearly wanted to have some ice cream.

“Sure. Let’s get strawberry mochi, they’re my favorite. We can eat it on our way back to the dorms.”

Hearing this the snack vendor takes out a box of strawberry flavored mochi ice cream, he hands out all the snacks that he chose and after I pay, we start to walk back with arms full of heavenly snacks.

On our way back, we open the box of the mochi ice scream and start munching on the soft and chewy snack. I lick my lips every time I take a bite of the amazingly powdery snack. Taehyung starts humming and smiles with every bite he takes clearly enjoying the ice cream.

“Oh?” Taehyung stops and looks closely at the mochi on his hand.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Taehyung.

We stop walking and he then turns to look at me with a thoughtful expression, then looks back to the mochi, then back to me, and to the mochi again. Now putting the mochi next to my face, he squints his eyes and keeps looking at the mochi on his hand and me. Taehyung, staring at me lets out a small chuckle, few seconds later it turns into a loud laughter with a pure smile. Being clueless of what he is thinking I look at him with a puzzled expression.

“What?? Why are you laughing??

“Hahaha...this-this..reminds me of you..HAHAHA”

Struggling, Taehyung finally answers me on why he is laughing. Being a bit surprised, a bit baffled, I let out a small laugh which then forms into a louder one. I can’t believe Tae just compared me with a mochi. Still laughing I ask him:

“What do you mean it reminds you of me?”

“Well, this mochi is small like you, your cheeks are as soft, squishy, and pink as pink mochi, so it reminds me of you.”

“Aish, this kid.” I mutter under my breath before finishing, “Who are you calling small, huh?? Just because I’m a few centimeters shorter than you doesn’t mean I’m small!”

I grab Taehyung by his neck and put him in a headlock while I ruffle his soft brown hair.

“Hahaha, you’re not only small, your hands are small too haha! You have small baby hands hahaha”

“Shut up Tae!” I retort by elbowing him in the ribs.

“Hahaha, okay okay I’ll stop...let’s go back quickly so you can help me then” He finishes

“Alright. Next time you are buying snack for calling me small” I finish with a slight pout to my lips.

Releasing him from the headlock, we began to walk back to our school dorms and continue to eat the ice cream with joy.

“Okay. That looks good! We’re done studying” I tell Taehyung stretching both arms up.

“Really? That was all? That was actually not that bad”

“Of course. It’s just that you decided to procrastinate and play Overwatch instead” I state blankly

“Shut up, you procrastinate too! It’s just that I procrastinate more...anyways, do you want to go play video games?” He asks me.

Taehyung is the type to study for 2 hours and then play videogames or watch videos for 8 hours straight then forget about his responsibilities. Sometimes he would write 3 words on his essays then take a 5 hours break on the computer but in the end he would forget about his paper and go to sleep without finishing it or even starting it… He really is something else.

“Ah...I have work in 10 minutes, sorry Tae” I tell Taehyung with a bit of guilt in my voice. I know that he really likes to play games, and he enjoys playing them more if we’re playing with him.

“Mm, okay. It’s fine Jimin, really. Go now, you are going to be late, hurry go!” Taehyung tells me while pushing me out the door.

“Okay okay, I’m leaving now haha I’ll see you after I’m done working, bye Tae!”

“Yes, yes goodbye Jimin~”

A few minutes later

Taehyung’s POV:

Since I don’t have work today, I go lay down on my bed and look at the ceiling while listening to some music. I’m pretty bored without Jimin here. I usually play games or watch TV when he goes to work, but for some reason today I just don’t have the energy to play games or do anything. It’s as if whenever I’m with Jimin, I have energy for everything. It’s as if I were a flower and Jimin my sun. The sun that every flower needs in order to grow, to bloom, to live.

I check my phone to look at the time and it reads 3:50PM. It has been an hour and some minutes since Jimin left. I look up from my phone to stare at the alstroemerias sitting on top of the desk. I get up grabbing a water bottle sitting next to the flowers and feed them some water then I go back to my original position. With every second that passes as I look at the beautiful flowers, the more I yearn for Jimin.

“I should go visit Jimin since I have nothing else to do right now” I tell myself.

I go to my contacts and send a message to Jimin. ‘Meet me in 15 minutes at the north park’

With that, I grab my sweater, keys, phone and wallet and head out to the park.

It takes me shorter than I thought to walk to the park. I arrive there at 3:59PM, one minute before 4 o’clock. My favorite time of the day. I sit on a bench and wait.

It’s finally 4 o’clock, and I wait there, for my best friend to come. I hear some birds singing beautifully joined with some childrens’ laughters.

“Where are you?”

I ask myself as I sit on the bench. The sun getting ready to go to sleep, it sets little by little. The light blue and light orange slowly turning into a dark blue color. I wait there, for my best friend to come. The wind blowing, going through the thin fabric of my sweater tearing away the warmth from my arms and chest. The cool, light wind giving my body chills. I close my eyes to let the wind embrace me. I take in a deep breath smelling the grassy plants and the white chrysanthemum.

“Oh, Taehyung!”

A familiar voice breaks my endless thoughts. I look to see where that voice came from. It’s Jimin. The friend I’ve been waiting for.

“Sorry, did you wait long?” Jimin asks

“No, not really. I was just thinking a bit, and looking at the sky” I reply

He sits next to me on the bench. We both take a few minutes to contemplate the graceful and calm evening. We keep staring at the sky for a few more minutes then Jimin breaks the silence

“So...is there something you want to tell me for you to call me here?”

“Uh, not really haha. I guess I was pretty bored. Also, the weather is nice today so I just wanted to spend the evening outside”

I answer Jimin rubbing the back of my neck and look down at my feet with a shy smile. I turn to look at Jimin who is already staring at me with that delicate bright smile that only he has.

“Haha, so you just wanted to hang out?” He questions.

“Yeah, just hang out haha” I say, but for some reason this time my voice wavering a bit

“Alright. Well let’s just enjoy the nice view of the sky” He says and looks up to the sky still smiling. His eyes were sparkling just like the stars up in the sky. His cheeks have a slight pink tinge on them just like the light pink that paints the sky at the end of the day.

I really just wanted to hang out with Jimin because I was bored and missed him slightly, but now with him by my side, multiple thoughts start to appear in my mind. All of them about Jimin.

Some of the thoughts were how happy and glad I am to have someone like Jimin in my life. The sheer happiness he gives me is immeasurable. I’m glad to have the opportunity to sit next to him like this and appreciate the calm evening. Glad that we get to fool around and play games together. Glad that we get to go to the same university, and live in the same dorm. Glad to see his pure and angelic smile and hear his laugh everyday. Glad to be best friends with him. Glad that we met. If there were words to justify how glad I am just to have him by my side, I would say them… but in the end I am just truly glad Jimin exists.

A/N: Hello guys! I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as well :) Since this is longer than last chapter it took me a bit longer and I also started school again (ugh lol) so I didn’t have as much time. I also want to thank one of my friends (polar bear) for helping me editing this story, thank you so much! Next chapter will be up soon, so please keep reading~

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Continued....

I woke up, got ready, and headed to work. I worked my full shift while my skin was crawling. I headed back home and my roommate was waiting for me. She asked me what happened and all I could say was “he raped me.” She immediently went into mom mode and I’m so thankful that I had her there to help me get through it. If it wasn’t for her I’m not sure I would’ve even went to the police.

I didn’t want to go to the police, I felt bad for him. He was on the basketball team and he was damn good. I didn’t want to take that away from him. Looking back now I wish I would’ve taken away so much more, because of all that he’s taken away from me. But 2 days after it happened, I went to the police and told them what happened, they sent me to the hospital and I got medicine and a rape kit.

It had been 4 days probably, and I still hadn’t told my parents. I was so embarrassed. I was ashamed and felt like this was my fault. I had been avoiding my mom, ignoring her calls and blaming it on work and school. Finally I answered because I knew it wouldn’t be long and she would know I was avoiding her. I tried to play it as cool as I could but moms can always tell when something is wrong. She kept asking, and I kept telling her nothing, she didn’t buy it but it bought me more time. After that phone call, I knew she had to know. My friend kept telling me to tell her but I just couldn’t wrap my head around what I would even say. How do you tell your mom something like that? I asked my friend if she would call my mom and tell her ( not the right way to go about it, I know that now ). I went inside to take a shower and when I got out my friend had told my mom... that phone call is something I won’t forget until the day I die. I cry every time I think about it, the horror and pain in her voice will haunt me forever.

I finally got on the phone with her and she asked me if I wanted to come home, I didn’t have my car at college and I was 3 1/2 hours away, it was at least 9 O’clock at night, but I said yes with no hesitation. She called my dad and he left work to come with her, along with my sister.

I still remember the look on their faces when they got there. They looked defeated and broken hearted. I felt bad for putting them through all this.

We went home and for days I could only sleep when the sun was up. The nightmares came often, and sometimes still do. I ended up going back to school and trying to go on with my life. The guy has been kicked out and was no longer around, but that didn’t change the fact I was back in that dorm, sleeping in that bed. I was scared to walk to my classes, even in the daylight. I felt like everyone was starring at me and eventually stopped going to the dinning hall.

I remember the day I called my mom and told her I couldn’t do it anymore and that I was coming home for good. I felt so defeated. He had ruined so much for me. We tried to take him to jail, but they said there wasn’t enough evidence and that if I decided to go to court anyways, I’d have to see him again and explain detail to detail what happened and even then, most likely, nothing would happen. I decided not to take the chance.

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lovemesomesurveys · 7 years

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Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? Uh, no. That wouldn’t be very nice.

How many true heart breaks have you had in your lifetime? Two romantic ones, three from those I love who have passed away: my grandparents and my dog, Brandie. </3

Who last grabbed your ass? Joseph a long time ago.

Do you get a ‘Good Morning’ text from someone every day? Nope.

Do you have any gay family members? Yes, my older brother and one of my cousins.

Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? From JCP.

Do you feel like everything is falling apart around you? I have felt that way for awhile now.

Was your first kiss romantic? No. It was awkward and weird, as most first kisses commonly are.

Do you know anybody whose last name is a color? Yeah.

Do you ever feel like life is going by too fast? Yes. Sometimes in the moment the days all seem to drag and blend together, but then I realize things like we’re now in April, almost May. And how I’m going to be twenty-eight soon. How it’s been two years next month since I’ve graduated. Things like that make me think, holy crap where has the time gone?? I’m getting old and have wasted so much time.

Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? My aunt and cousin.

Is there someone that always intimidates you? No one in particular, no.

Have you ever liked anyone that was in a relationship with someone else? I mean, I’ve had little crushes on people in school who got into a relationship with someone. It wasn’t anything serious, though. I wasn’t trying to pursue anything.

Would you ever get a boob job? No.

Did your last relationship end because of you or the other person? Him.

Do you ever ignore texts from some people? I am guilty of that, yes. I don’t feel like responding at that time or feel like talking. Sometimes I don’t know what to say, and other times the text doesn’t seem to need a response.

Have you ever tried to break up anyone because YOU liked the guy/girl? Nooo.

When is the last time you felt left out? I feel that way a lot. Like in life in general and more specifically with some people sometimes.

When was the last time you flirted with someone? It’s been awhile. *shrug*

Yellowcard vs Straylight Run, pick: Yellowcard.

What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? One of my friends thought that. I don’t think so, but if he is, then he is.

Would you ever take someone back if you found out they cheated on you? I don’t know. I can’t say for sure either way. I wouldn’t know unless I was in the situation, which I hope I don’t find myself in.

What does your last text message say? "Ok.”

What color is your hair right now? Ha, well my roots have overgrown a lot so the top of my hair is my natural hair color, but the red is still there as well. If I put a hat on all you see is the red and it looks fine. lol. I’ll finally be getting it done next month.

Do people ever compliment your eyes? It has happened, but no it’s not something I complimented on very often.

Have you ever lied to your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes.

Do people ever tell you that you’re funny? I have been told that.

Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn? Nah. As long as they’re not more interested in that than in me. If they’re still attracted to and intimate with me at the end of the day, then that’s what matters.

How many people has your best friend had sex with? --

What’s the last song you listened to? I don’t remember at the moment, but I have “Don’t Let Me Down” by The Chainsmokers stuck in my head.

Who’s the last person that hung up on you? *shrug*

Are you a bitch? No. I can be moody and snippy at times with people, but I don’t think I’m a bitch.

Four days from now, will you have sex? No.

Do you look intimidating? I don’t know? I don’t see why anyone would be intimidated by me.

What does your second to last text say? I’m not checking.

What makes you laugh? A lot of things make me laugh.

What were you most looking forward to today? Nothing.

How is your hair? Up In a bun.

What are your initials? S. That’s all ya get.

What’s your biggest fear? Failure. Losing loved ones. <<< Same. Also death, things never getting any better or things getting worse, being alone forever...

Look outside how’s the weather? It’s windy and rainy.

Did you ever think someone didn’t like you, but come to find out they really did? Hmm. Possibly.

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? Last July.

Are you worried about anything right now? Always.

How do you think tomorrow will be? It will be like any other day.

Do you wish you could take one thing back? Yeah. A few things.

Is there a guy who knows everything or almost everything about you? Yeah, the guys who read my survey answers. ha.

If you could pack your bags right now and were given a plane ticket, where do you go? Oooh. Sweden!

Have you ever given anyone more than three chances? Yes. I give a lot of chances.

How far away are you from the person you have feelings for? I’m not sure where Alex is at the moment.

Your last ex calls wanting to hangout, what do you say? Uhhh. It wouldn’t be a good time. I haven’t hung out with anyone in quite awhile.

Where were you at 2 this morning? In my bed, going to sleep.

Have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with a K? No.

Have you accidentally sent a text to the wrong person? Yes. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything embarrassing.

Last time you were TOTALLY happy? When I was a kid.

Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? I’ve gone four years so far. I haven’t had any desire to drink thus far, but maybe one day I’ll have something again.

Have you ever done your makeup in class? No. I was always too self-conscious to do that.

Is there anything currently hurting on your body? Yes.

How old were you when you stopped sleeping with a night light? I still do, it’s my TV.

Ever kissed someone with green eyes? No.

Are you a jealous person? More often I’m envious, but I can be a jealous person at times, too.

When you are home alone, do you still close the door when you shower? I don’t shower when I’m home alone.

Are you mad at anyone right now? No.

Do you like your music loud or at a reasonable level? It depends. Not usually too loud, but some songs ya just gotta turn the volume up to really enjoy and appreciate the song.

Is there anyone you wish you could be spending time with right now? Yes.

Have you held hands with anyone in the past 30 hours? No.

Do you have a friend named Ashley? Nope.

How often do you sleep in? Often.

Do you stay up later than ten o’clock on a week night? Ha, yes. I stay up until at least 2, lately 4, everyday.

Who’s the last person you told a secret to? Ya’ll.

Have you met someone in the last year who turned out to be amazing? No.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Nope.

Do you miss anyone? Yes, a few someones.

Would you rather have big or small dogs? Medium. Like labs.

Will you cry tonight? I hope not.

Do you have respect for people even if you don’t like them? I can still be civil and respectful, yes.

What’s one fruit you love in drinks? Strawberries.

What was the most people you ever tripped in front of? I don’t know.

Have you ever tried wine? Yes.

Can heartbreak happen all at once, or over a long period of time? Either one.

In your life, do you plan on visiting other countries? I would absolutely love to.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No, but I give ‘em out anyway.

Is there an ex you want to make up with? I do wish Joseph and I could be friend. He was a fun guy with a good sense of humor. He’s also really creative and talented. He likes to make short films and such, and I’d like to see that. I was always his biggest supporter.

Do you take compliments well? I try to just smile and say thank you, even though I don’t agree. No one likes when people are like, “omg what no I’m so ugly” or something. It just makes it awkward for the other person. I do slip up of course and I’ll be like, “Ugh no I look horrible today what are you talking about?” You just have to accept the compliment and move along.

Does cuddling freak you out? No.

How much time do you take to get ready in the morning? It depends. Not very long, usually. I hardly ever bother with makeup anymore. With my hair I just throw it up in a bun or put a hat on. So, all that leaves is brushing my teeth and getting dressed. I put so little effort into my appearance now. :/ I’m more concerned about having enough time for my cup of coffee if I have somewhere to be. That’s important, you know. If I feel like it, I’ll put on eyeliner and mascara. I just don’t feel like it makes much of a difference. I’m still ugly, ha.

Do you love where you live? I don’t like the city at all. I do like the state.

What do you label yourself as? I don’t.

Will your next kiss be drunk or sober? Sober, I imagine.

Are you a mean person? No.

Do you wear high heels everyday? I never wear high heels.

Do you fall asleep texting every night? Nope.

Are you an aunt or an uncle? No.

Were you texting someone right before you fell asleep last night? No.

Did you have any unread text messages when you woke up today? How many? Yes. I asked my mom to text me to let me know she made it to work okay (she had to be there at 5AM, and she was a little worried because she was opening and would be there by herself for awhile until the next person’s shift started). It can be sketchy in that area, and I just worry about my mom. I feel like the parent sometimes because I’ll be like, “text me if you have to stay later” when she has the closing shift or something (her store closes at 11, and sometimes she’ll have to be there until midnight). lol. I’m a big worry-wart, but my mom is my everything.

Are you happy? No.

Are you an alcoholic? No. I’m a coffeeholic.

Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? No.

Could you go the rest of your life without a cigarette? Yeah. I have so far, and I have no desire whatsoever to start.

Does anyone know every little detail about you? Not every detail, but you guys could learn a lot from these surveys.

Does it bother you when someone lies to you? I guess it depends. If it’s not something that can be hurtful to me if I don’t know or about something important then it can be okay, I guess... like the truth hurts sometimes, man. If there’s no benefit for me to know about something, you can lie by omission. Is that bad? Probably. I don’t know. But if you lie about something that is important, hurtful, or can be hurtful if I found out the truth then yeah, that’s definitely not okay. Like don’t say you care about me or have feelings for me if you don’t.

What’s one thing you really want right now? To not have these issues.

Who all do you have texts from in your phone? My parents, my younger brother, my nana, Ty, Arynthya, Amanda, a couple of my cousins, two of my aunts...

Who do you trust most as of now? My family.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? My brother and the school mascot at a college informational fair thingy last weekend for incoming freshmen this fall. My lil bro will be attending university this fall, which is just crazy. I can’t believe how fast he has grown up. He’s such a smart, responsible, outgoing, good kid. I’m very proud of him. He’s ambitious and driven and knows what he wants. I have no doubt he’ll do well and make something of himself. He’s the total opposite of me.

He’s also going to my Alma Mater, so that’s pretty awesome.

Do you have a younger sister? No.

Did anything “cute” happen today? No.

Are you wearing shoes right now? No.

Have you ever just laid outside and looked at the stars? No.

Do feet gross you out? Yesss.

Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for years, but I’m just a big ol’ scardy cat.

Do you smile everyday? Yeah. Whether it’s real or not.

Could you date someone shorter than you? No. I say that because I’m in a wheelchair and it would be preferable that whoever I date is taller than me. Most people are anyway. It’s just that I need someone who can reach things for me, carry me if need be, lift my chair...all that stuff.

Where do you wish you were right now? On vacation.

Have a crazy side? “You say I’m crazy, I got your crazy.”

Ever kissed someone you weren’t dating at the time? Yes. Joseph and I did that for three years.

Ever kissed someone you’d met less than an hour before? No.

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