#They’d smoke weed and listen to music together LOL

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Hey I’ve heard you have your own sparrow rare pair with nick

may I offer nick doing gender-fluid sparrow’s eyeliner.

👀👉👈 Who me? A rare pair? No no… I would never… And certainly not one that’s doomed to be unpopular in light of popular fanon, no, that would be so foolish of me…

(You know, the thing about rare pairs is, a lot of it is just people taking their favourite characters and making them smooch, and yes I am no exception)

☺️🌸 and yes, you absolutely may! Truthfully I’d accept this with any form of Sparrow, though the specific appeal of gender fluid Sparrow is one that I’ve toyed with on my own time 🤔 (true for Lark as well actually? Ik this isn’t about him but… Well idk truthfully I’ve never been the type to get super caught up in those kinds of HCs necessarily but for some reason when it comes to Lark… Idk it interests me a bit more for whatever reason!). Anyways yes! This is very sweet fluffy and up my alley 🥰

:] Eventually Sparrow would try doing Nick’s eyeliner too I think! Maybe those art skills would come in handy…

😤😌💜 Thank you kindly for the offering!

[bestiesenpai]

Crossfaded - Geto & Gojo

I have nothing to say except shady older brother + shady friend = a fun time lol femme reader btw and I wrote this while tipsy so if there’s repeating phrases cut me some slack lol

TW: incest, dumbification, drug usage(marijuana)

Satoru-nii was nice, but aloof. Ever since you’d met him, you always felt like just a little kid trailing behind him, wanting to be part of whatever the big kids were doing. He humored you well enough, but you never felt truly a part of whatever was happening.

And when Satoru entered university, it felt even more like you were being left behind. He’d still let you hang out in his room, but would kick you out if he had studying to do, which seemed more often than not.

He often brought his friend Geto over to the house. They’d both say hi to you, but still pass you by with lingering gazes and a few hushed words spoken about you as they walked to Satorus room to do who knows what. You’d always fall asleep before Geto left, so you never knew that sometimes they’d stand outside your door and talk about you.

Sometimes, Geto would humor you if he caught you in the kitchen or another shared space. He’d catch you by the arm and pull you close, asking you about whatever it was you were doing, or how your life was. Sometimes he’d play with your hair, others he’d give you a sweet, but he’d only hand it over if you said ‘thank you Geto-nii.’

Often, when Geto was with you, Satoru would find you as well, and they’d talk about you while you were right there. Speaking about how childish you still were, and how they wished they could take you to a uni party but you’re just not mature enough.

You’re quick to pipe up and say that you’re far more mature than either of them give you credit for and that they should totally take you to a party sometime because it would be a bunch of fun! They exchange a look, one that goes right over your head, and Geto says that you should practice going to a party before they take you to a real one.

So that’s how you got into this situation, staring at the clothes they’d laid out for you on your bed. They wanted you to dress the part, so Satoru and Geto went through your closet and picked out some of the most scandalous pieces you owned and told you to come into Satorus room when you were done getting ready.

“There she is.” Satoru whistles when you enter the room, arms crossed over your chest in slight embarrassment at the too short skirt and too small top they put you in.

“So beautiful!” Geto adds, a bright smile on his face. He immediately starts taking out his weed and rolling papers, and Satoru puts on some music, it’s loud bass thumping through the floor and vibrating your toes.

The house is empty save for the three of you, so there’s no chance that your parents will come in and ruin the fun. Satoru waves you over, and as soon as you’re close enough he pulls you to sit in between him and Geto on his bed.

“Ever smoked before?” Geto asks as he begins to roll a joint. You shake your head no, and you’re about to ask what it’s like when Satoru puts a shot glass in your hand.

“Drink up!” He smiles, and they both stare at you until you drink it.

“Ew!” You shiver at the bitter taste coating your tongue and the burn in the back of your throat. They both laugh, and Satoru rubs a hand down your bare thigh.

“You’re so cute.”

“I don’t like that.” Whatever was in the cup has made your face permanently sour, and it makes Satoru laugh again.

“Well that’s what parties are like, (Y/N)! You drink stuff you don’t like but after a while it makes you feel good.” Taking your glass, he fills it up again. “Have another and then you’ll know what I mean.” His smile is so non-threatening that you feel almost silly for having that reaction in the first place.

“Okay.” You swallow this shot quicker than the first, and they both cheer for you. Leaning back on the pillows they’d set up behind you, you let the alcohol in your body go through you. The burn in the back of your throat gives way to a hot feeling in your stomach that spreads to your limbs.

Soon, you ask for another shot and Satoru is more than fine with giving it to you. You’re starting to understand what he means by it’ll make you feel good; everything is just that bit funnier, that bit more interesting.

Leaning your head on Satorus shoulder, you giggle at something that’s not even funny. Your hands are playing with the hem of your skirt, and suddenly you don’t feel so shy about wearing it around them.

“That’s such a pretty skirt and I can even see your pretty panties underneath.” Geto hums, his fingers brushing yours. You bit your lip bashfully and thank him, hiding your face in Satorus shoulder when it gets too much.

The flick of a lighter is heard, and soon the room is full of a hazy smoke and a funny smell in the air. Geto inhales a few times, and lets out deep methodical exhales. Satoru reaches for the joint, and you can feel the smoke linger in the air around you.

“Try this.” He nudges you and puts the blunt near your mouth.

“What do I do?” You ask, looking between them with big eyes.

“Just inhale and try to hold it as long as you can.” Nodding at the instructions, you wrap your lips around the joint. You inhale for all of three seconds before ripping away and coughing violently.

Geto cooes at you, calls you such a baby, and Satoru is already putting the joint back at your lips. You try to push it away, say you’re not ready, but he doesn’t really listen. He makes you inhale again, and this time you hold it for a few seconds longer, but the burn in your throat is far too much.

“How about another shot?” Geto suggests as you furiously wipe your teary eyes.

“O-okay.” Sniffing back more tears, you take another shot, and then another after that. It doesn’t really help with the burn, only makes it worse in fact, and it’s only after some begging that Satoru finally gives you some water.

“How can you smoke that?” You whine, watching Satoru take a hit.

“It’s just like the alcohol (Y/N), you have to get used to it.” Geto hums, and he’s already rolling another.

“I don’t think I could ever get used to that.”

“Don’t be such a baby.” Satoru teases, bumping your shoulder as he passes the joint. “Oh wait, I’m sorry, you are one.” He laughs at the pout on your lips.

“I am not a baby, Sato-nii!”

“Oh really?”

“Really!”

“Then take a hit from the blunt and actually hold it in.” He challenges, holding up the nearly gone joint. You take it without hesitation and inhale, lighting up what’s left until it burns your fingers. Your cheeks puff out from the force required to hold it in, and Satoru is just waiting to laugh at you.

“Good girl.” Geto praises when you finally let go thirty seconds later. He rubs a hand on your leg, a few inches up past the hem of that too short skirt.

Everything hits you fast. The alcohol and the joint together are leaving you laughing at nothing and oh so pliant. Geto only has to look at you and you’re bursting into a fit of giggles and burying your face in his shoulder. Satoru turned the music up a little, so now you have to lean in just a bit closer to hear what’s being said.

When you leave to go to the bathroom, both men laugh at how you stumble about and nearly fall several times. Satoru even asks if he should help you use the toilet, but you flip him off and stumble out.

“Come here.” Geto calls as you reenter. You walk to him no question, and when he pulls you to straddle his lap, you don’t question it. “Such a pretty girl.” He murmurs, brushing a hand on the side of your face. His fingers go down your neck and you lean your head to the side accordingly. The touch of his fingers on you is making you excited, and you squeeze your thighs around his when his hand dips down to your chest.

“G-geto…” You trail off, leaning your face impossibly close to his without actually kissing him.

“What do you want? Do you want a kiss?”

“Yes.” You whisper, and you close your eyes in preparation.

“Then you should ask politely, hm?” That question sparks an immediate response, and you open your eyes again and nearly go cross eyed looking at him so closely.

“Geto-nii, can I have a kiss?”

“Of course.” He kisses you, and immediately you moan and push into him. You’ve had kisses before, but none like this; your whole body is tingling and you sloppily wrap your arms around him. There’s no way you’d let this feeling go, this otherworldly thing that made the spot between your legs tingly.

“You can touch her.” Satoru says, sensing Geto’s slight hesitation. At the green light, Geto’s hands are pushing under your skirt, grabbing at your ass that’s barely covered by your panties. Geto pulls you closer to him, sits you more on his lap and the brush of his pants against your sex makes you jump.

Taking that feeling and running with it, you don’t even realize you’re dry humping Geto desperately until he’s grabbing your hips and slowing you down, pushing you down harder onto him so you feel every ripple of the fabric.

“Fuck.” You whimper, throwing your head back as one of Getos hand grabs your breast and squeezes.

“Aht, language! Dumb little girls like you shouldn’t use such grown up words!” Satoru chastises you, and he gives your ass a quick smack that has you squealing.

“Sorry Sato-nii.” Pouting, you turn to Satoru and give him your best puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll let it go this time, since you’re being so good at this party.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh at that. Laying your head on Getos shoulder, you shuffle your legs as his hands return to your ass.

Bunching up your skirt on your hips, Geto grabs handfuls of your ass and squeezes them, letting out pleased little hums every so often. With your skirt now out of the way, both men can see the lacy panties you put on.

“Such a good little sister, wearing what we told you.” Satoru grins, and he snaps the band of your underwear against your side. It tingles your whole leg when it snaps against your skin, and you smile at him.

“Thanks.” Rocking your hips side to side, you giggle bashfully. Satoru sends you a smile that warms up your chest, and you close your eyes when his hand joins Geto’s on your ass.

“How’re you feeling?” You’re not sure who asked, but you only hum as a response. In truth, you feel amazing, on top of the world, tingly and warm all over and everything is just so funny.

“Is someone too fucked up to answer?” It sounds like Geto’s voice this time.

“Take another hit from the blunt baby.” The object is pressed to your lips, and you inhale easily and blow out without coughing. “Getting used to it?”

“Mhmm.” You feel proud now that you’re not coughing up a storm and making a fool of yourself anymore. Taking a few more hits from the blunt, you practically fall off Geto’s lap and onto the other pillows at the head of Satorus bed.

“Look at that.” Geto grins, and he runs a finger up your slit. “You’re so wet, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah.” With a voice barely above a whisper, you stare at both men above you. The weed is starting to hit you harder now, and your limbs feel like lead, but not unpleasant. Your legs are moved, not of your own accord, and your skirt is bunched up even higher now.

“Let’s get these panties off you.” Satoru grunts, and they slide down your legs with ease. Geto pockets them, and for some odd reason that makes you grin like a fool; he likes you enough to keep your panties.

“Open your legs.” The command is given, but you’ve no time to do it before your legs are opened for you. Bending them at the knee, Satoru pushes them to your chest and holds them there.

With your cunt exposed to the both of them, you feel just a little embarrassed, but excitement is taking over. They watch for just a moment while you clench around nothing, and your slick coats your entire sex and drips down between your ass.

“You first.” Geto says graciously, and Satoru takes the spot right in front of you. His hands hold the backs of your thighs tightly, and he licks up your slit. You erupt in a mixture of moans and a squeal, and your legs try to force themselves down.

“Hold still.” Satoru grunts, and even though you nod you doubt you can do that. His tongue dips between your folds, swirling around your clit before pulling away again, and this time you only squirm just a little bit.

“Does it feel good?” Geto questions, and he’s right next to your head petting your hair.

“Yes!” You cry, hands darting out to grab Satorus as he digs his face into your cunt and pushes his tongue deep inside you. The music they put on is doing nothing to cover the sounds you're making, if anything they’re pushing you to be louder.

You’re cumming before you even realize it. With a few deft flicks of his tongue on your clit, Satoru has you cumming harder than you ever have before. Your hands are flying all over the place, grabbing the bed sheets and Getos clothing to try and ground you as the pleasure crashes over you in waves.

“Think you can take another?” Geto hums, giving you a smirk before he switches places with Satoru.

“I don’t know.” Staring at Geto between your legs, you truly don’t know. The pleasure that Satoru had just given you was immense, your orgasm hitting you harder than you ever thought possible.

“Don’t ask her such hard questions.” Satoru chuckles, and you see him off to the side fiddling with the stereo.

“You’re right, my bad.” With a soft chuckle, Geto wraps his arms around your thighs. Now that you’re able to see who’s between your legs, it’s almost too much for you to handle. Geto is staring right at you, his eyes not wavering from yours in the slightest. With his thumbs he spreads your lips and lolls his tongue out of his mouth.

Flicking your clit, he lets out a breathless chuckle when you jump. Giving your clit a few more licks, he continues to stare at you as he sucks it into his mouth. Throwing your head back, your hands are once again going everywhere, trying to grab onto something.

Catching your hand, Geto puts it in his hair. You’ve always wondered what his hair felt like, always seen it in a half bun or just down cascading around his shoulders. Coming close to touching it a few times, now that you have it in your hands for real it’s better than you could’ve imagined.

“G-geto-nii!” You whine, tightening your hold on Geto’s hair when he pushes two fingers inside of you.

“So tight.” He sighs, feeling the warmth of your cunt envelop him. “You’re practically milking my fingers.” It’s true, you’re so tight that every time he tries to pull out, Getos fingers get sucked right back in.

Moaning in response, your hips buck up to meet his fingers. They’re much bigger and thicker than your own, filling you in a way your hand never could. With his lips suctioned around your clit and his fingers inside of you, you cum again with shaking thighs.

“Fuck.” Cumming with a long groan, you don’t realize how tightly you’d been holding Geto until he pries your fingers off of him.

“Look at the mess you made, naughty girl.” Lifting up his fingers, Geto shows you the slick covering them. Your body is already flush with heat, and seeing him lick his fingers clean makes you even hotter.

Satoru returns to your field of vision, and he’s completely naked. You’d seen him in various stages of undress before, but this was the first time you’d seen him naked. His cock was pale, the tip flushed a deep pink, it still looked big even when he grabbed it.

“Let's get these clothes off.” Geto is already taking your skirt off before you can answer, and Satoru is taking your shirt.

“Pretty fucking tits.” Satoru says, and he grabs one in his hand, rolling your nipple through his fingers. Once your clothes are off, Geto stands and disrobes, and both stand at the edge of the bed and look at you.

“Got the lube?”

“Of course.” Satoru produces a bottle in his hands and gives it to Geto. As Satoru takes his place on the bed, Geto smothers his cock in lube.

“Get up here.” You slowly turn your head to Satoru who’s tugging your leg. You give him a curious look, your brain not fully connecting the dots on what he wants. Dropping your leg, he grabs under your arms and hoists you across his lap, chest to chest with him. His cock presses against your soaked cunt, and you whine at the feeling.

“Let’s get you nice and ready.” Geto speaks behind you. A finger presses against your puckered asshole and you gasp, whipping your head back to look at him.

“Geto-nii, what’re you doing?” Your words are impossibly slurred and come out too slow.

“I need to get you ready, or else it’ll hurt.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shakes his head, focused on getting his finger inside you.

“Kiss me.” Grabbing your chin, Satoru pulls you back to him. Pushing his tongue into your mouth the moment your lips connect, Satoru has a monopoly over you. With one hand on your chin, the other grips the back of your head and he keeps your face pressed to his while Geto works you up to take two fingers.

“Ready.” Geto says, and Satoru only nods. Blindly grabbing his cock, Satoru guides it into your cunt, bottoming out almost immediately as Geto does the same in your ass.

“Oh my god.” Breaking the kiss, you press your forehead against Satorus chest. “T-too much.” You shift your hips to try and adjust, but it’s no use. This feeling of being so stuffed full of cock is foreign, but it shoots electricity up your spine all the same.

“Ssshh, it’s okay baby.” Petting a hand down your back, Geto grabs onto your hips. He’s the first to move, pulling out halfway and pushing back in slowly. He does this enough times to loosen you up, and then Satoru starts moving as well.

“You gotta move your hips too, little girl.” Satoru reminds you.

“M’kay.” You mumble, and you sit up slightly so you can start moving. With the shit in your system, it’s hard to even see straight let alone move your body, but somehow you manage a sloppy up and down motion.

“Poor baby’s all fucked up.” Geto laughs, and he slaps your ass.

“Nice and crossfaded.” Satoru nods, and he slaps your other cheek. The two of them share a laugh, and Satoru grabs onto your hips as well. Taking control of your movements, he digs his feet into the floor and bounces you on his cock.

“S-sato-nii!” Digging your nails into his arms, your body is moved in anyway the two men see fit. You’re in no state to really control your limbs yourself, and it’s far too easy to make you bend and bounce on their cocks however they want.

Leaning forward, Geto grabs your breast, fondling it as his hips slap into your ass hard. Satoru has a hand on your ass helping you move to the fast pace they set, the other holding your lower back.

“I- I-” You struggle to form a sentence, all the things you’re feeling are too much all at once. The sting of skin slapping skin is delicious, and the way both cocks pound into you, hitting that spot inside you, has you moaning and stuttering for words like a fool.

“Gonna cum already, pretty girl?” Geto pants, pinching your nipple as he feels you clench down on him. You nod, head falling back and forth willy nilly. A yes somehow goes past your lips, and you clench again when he pinches your nipple.

“So sensitive for your big brothers, aren’t you?” Satoru grins with his head pushed back against the mattress. He hasn’t slowed down one bit, pushing you down to meet their thrusts while his own hips piston up.

“Mhmm!” Your back arches when Satoru pushes down, and Geto lets out a rough groan.

“Shit I’m gonna cum.” He chuckles, and his voice is rough and deep, desperation creeping in. “Do you want Geto-nii to fill your ass up?”

“Yes! Please!” Your answering before you even process what was said, all you know is that you do want it.

“Good girl.” With a few pats to your ass, Geto pounds into you even harder. The added force behind his thrusts has you scrambling for purchase on the mattress, and a high pitch moan rips through your throat.

“Big brother!” The pleasure hits you far too hard. Your eyes are screwed so tightly shut that your eyes tingle and your breath stops for a moment, leaving you lightheaded and even more delirious. The squirming of your body won’t stop, not that you’re controlling it anyway, and for a moment you worry that you’ll get a cramp with how tightly your toes are curling.

“Shit.” Satoru says loudly, and his movements come to a stuttering halt and so do Getos. Both men bury themselves as deep as possible inside you, and an inexplicable warmth fills you.

“Oh my…” Your body finally relaxes a little. There’s a warmth pooling in your lower stomach that could only be the result of those two.

“Holy fuck.” Geto laughs breathlessly, slowly withdrawing his flaccid cock from your ass. You whine at the empty feeling and you clench around nothing. Satoru follows suit, pulling out of you and letting you roll over onto your back.

“How’re you feeling, baby girl?” Geto asks, and he’s staring directly between your legs.

“Amazing.” You whisper, but neither man is listening. Both of them are trained on your cunt where their cum is just leaking out of you and your holes continue to clench around nothing through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“I think she squirted.” Satoru presents his lap to the two of you, and indeed his lap and legs are far wetter than normal.

“Nice.” They share a look, and as you settle into the cushions and the soft bed, fully prepared to go to sleep in bliss, they nudge you. “Open up.”

“Hm?” Cracking open an eye, you see both of them have their phones out, lenses pointed to your cunt. “What’re you doing?”

“Nii-chan is taking a present home.” Geto says, clicking the shutter a few times at your spent holes.

“You’re so sexy we wanna remember this moment forever.” Satoru adds, and that’s all the explanation you need. Once they’ve gotten their fill of taking pictures, Satoru grabs a towel for himself and Geto. When he’s done, Satoru turns his attention to your nearly fully unconscious form. “Wake up, baby, you gotta get clean.”

“No.” Shaking your head, you can’t be bothered to wake up. “Nii-chan can do it.” Both men chuckle at that, and they share a knowing look.

“Don’t worry, your big brothers will take good care of you.”

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Eccentric Halloween Special

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listen up, so this is first and foremost for my amazing friend and bestest hype woman @boymeetsweevil but imma call her my wife from now on because she is my biggest supporter and i love and appreaciate her wholeheartedly! thank you for always being there for me and keeping me motivated to write even when i think my ideas are dumpster fires and not worth finishing.

Warnings: mentions of past emotional and verbal abuse, there is smut (but like ion if everyone will like it lol) sexual jokes in reference to halloween songs, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use (its just weed nothing big) let me know if i missed anything!

there are easter eggs so if you find them/think you found one feel free to come chat my ask box is always open!

The music is loud, bass thumping through the floor and in your ears with what you know to be a kpop song by a boy group that’s pretty catchy and says something about being an underdog. This reminds you of college and even if that shit was terrible and you never finished this atmosphere was very college like. Taehyung had left you alone some time ago whispering a soft ‘make some friends’ into your temple with a kiss, you’d gawked at his back because who did he think you were? Last you checked you weren’t rainbow fucking bright and you’d been dragged to this party for a, as he called it a ‘surprise’. The living room floor was overflowing with girls all dressed as slutty bees and butterflies, slutty anything really and you rolled your eyes because yeah this was exactly like a college party. The jungle juice didn't help, it tasted like ass but it did the trick you guess. You’d caught a glimpse of Jungkook not too long ago his hair had grown out, now long enough that he’d tied it up into a messy bun. He’d been dragging a girl behind him, one you’d seen once or twice wrapped around his form on your late night munchies run to the convenience store. 

He’s a great guy so you’re happy for him, a little too wild but still a great guy. You’ve been here for the better part of an hour just people watching from your seat on a bar stool sitting at the kitchen island of whoevers house this is. It’s a decent spot you think as you catch glimpses of people you’ve met before and have come to call acquaintances, like Lisa who’s laughing with a group of girls in the far corner by the gaudy faux leather couch. Johnny’s here too, body molded to the back of some petite brunette dressed as what you’re pretty sure is an American Horror Story witch. Hoseok is here too swapping spit with his best friend turned girlfriend, and you consider tracking Jungkook down to see if he has any space sticks on him, or at least his pen because this party sucks and Taehyung left you by yourself and if you have to do this alone you might as well be high too. 

The idea is very appealing, you chew on your lower lip weighing your options because there’s a high chance that Jungkook is fucking his cute little girlfriend in the backyard or you could find Jackson and see if he has anything on him even if his weed is shit and makes you feel sick most of the time. You groan because both those options are crap and for some fucking reason Macarena has come on and the drunks on the dance floor have begun to whoop in excitement. You refill your cup taking a sip, the mix is bitter on your tongue and you want to gag a little bit because whoever mixed it was terrible at it. God you miss Taehyung, you really want to go home to fuck him because it’s halloween and your horny but mostly because he’s got a big dick and you like the way he manhandles you. A small whine slides past your lips catching movement to your right, you peek at the couple that's just come from the hallway that you're pretty sure leads to another bathroom and the laundry room. The girl is cute, cheeks soft looking and tinted a lovely shade of ‘my boyfriend just ate my pussy’ pink. The lucky bitch you think with an internal groan. Her hair is done up in pigtails in a style you recognize automatically since Harley Quinn’s been one of your women crushes the entirety of your life, along with Lucy Lui.

Her boyfriend is sporting what looks like mint hair and a smirk you think could rival Taehyung’s. He’s kinda hot if you look closely which you aren’t because his nose doesn’t have the elegant slope that Tae’s does and neither does he have the little beauty mark. It's the alcohol you reason for the way you're comparing this very committed stranger to your very loving missing boyfriend. You just want to go home, and get some dick is that too much to ask? Thriller has played for the third time tonight when you feel the tap on your shoulder cup at your lips. You’re brows furrow,  irritation sweeping over your body at being touched so casually by someone who isn’t your boyfriend or Jungkook. It's the mint haired guy you note quirking your head slightly to better hear him over the music. 

“Hey, you’re ____, right?” 

“Piss off fuck boy, find someone else’s leg to hump.” you say around the lip of your plastic cup. A snort comes from behind him, as Harley Quinn brings her hand up to cover her mouth. He scowls at her pinching her side and she laughs harder smiling up at him, before turning her attention to you instead.

“Sorry, we should’ve introduced ourselves first.” She smiles at you, eyes creasing in a way that rings familiar in your head but can’t pinpoint at the moment. You nod anyways since Taehyung did say to make friends. 

“I’m Sweetpea and this is Yoongi, we’re friends of Tae’s.” she says hand out and you take it shaking it and Yoongi’s before pulling yours back and discreetly wiping it on your skirt. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m ____, Taehyung’s girlfriend.” you say a little sheepish since he’s usually beside you when you meet more of his friends. 

“Is Tae not here?” Sweetpea asks her voice lilting in a way that you wish yours would. 

“He’s making his rounds, I’m just waiting til he’s done catching up with everyone.” you smile it feels forced but you’re really trying.

“Does he still do that, I'd thought he’d stopped by now.” Yoongi says wrapping an arm around Sweetpea’s waist and pulling her close. You don’t mean to be, but you're jealous of Sweetpea right now, her boyfriend holds her so tenderly and the affection in his eyes is evident. Monster Mash has been replayed a second time and you really wish your boyfriend’s monster cock was smashing the shit out of your pussy right about now. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you just want to go home, and Taehyung has seemingly abandoned you for far too long. 

“What are you dressed as anyways?” Yoongi asks, snapping you out of your little tantrum, your eyes narrowing because is he serious right now? 

“Are you, like, serious?” you say with as much ditsy tv show white girl you can muster. 

“Yeah, don't get me wrong you’ve got a nice face but it’s halloween you didn't have to dress as a nun.” he laughs and Sweetpea gives him this look. 

“I’m not a nun.” 

“Y’look like a nun to me.” 

“But I’m not, I'm dressed as Sypha from Castlevania.” you say with as much annoyance as you feel, but realize that you shouldn't have to explain your costume to him. Your cheeks feel warm with embarrassment because how dare Taehyung leave you to fend for yourself against this douche. 

“I mean anyone with a brain could put that together,” you scoff looking him up and down “what are you supposed to be, bargain bin Joker? Couldn't have mustered enough fucks to at least try?” you spit mentally shriviling up because wow how did you manage to fuck this up? Sweetpea is looking between you and Yoongi and you don’t blame her, here you were a near perfect stranger attacking her boyfriend when they’d been nice enough to pull you out of your little bubble. To your surprise Yoongi laughs, teeth and gums on display. It's kind of cute, you think, his laugh that is not him. 

“Thats a good one, couples costumes are kinda pointless. Tae wasn’t kidding when he said you were kinda surly.” 

“M’not surly, people just get on my nerves.” you pout, reaching across the island to refill your cup. If your embarrassment doesn't kill you this jungle juice will, the cup is half full when you bring it back to your lips, moving to get off your seat. Fuck it, if you have to see Jungkook’s bare ass to have a decent smoke then so be it. 

“Hey, were you going?” Sweetpea asks eyes wide, god she's pretty and she kinda reminds you of Jimin but that can’t be right. 

“Smoke, this was fun and all but my quota for meeting new people has reached its limit. See you around or something.” you say heading into the crowd of people on the dance floor because it was simpler to go through it than around them. Johnny shoots you a wink as you pass while the girl from earlier glares at you. There’s a throb growing in your temple, as the base of a new song vibrates from the floor and through your body. Lisa see’s you waving enthusiastically as you hand her your drink because you’re sure it's the toxic concoction making your head hurt. She smiles gratefully as you finally make it out the back door and much to your surprise Jungkook is seated at a patio set with the girl from the convenience store in his lap. 

The heavy base of Freaks Come Out at Night drifts out the open doors and to your left somewhere you can hear breathy moans, a voice that sounds like Hoseok encouraging his girlfriend. You purse your lips because Hoseok came off as a bit of a prude but hey it's Halloween and at least someone’s having fun. It's much colder outside than it is in the house, but you’ll make due with the warmth of what you can make out is the stench of weed in the air. Jungkook is occupied whispering things into the girls ears as you plant your ass on the chair opposite him, he pulls away from her eyes glazed over and droopy. 

“Hey where you been, we’ve been waiting for ya. You remember Shrimp right?” he asks patting Peewee’s thigh. 

“Vaguely, nice to meet you.” you say and Shrimp smiles over at you, her smile is tight and you don’t want to think too much into it. 

“So what have you guys been up to, you didn't bring her out here in the cold to fuck did’ya?” 

“Course not, too many people inside and we didn't wanna share our chocolate.” he laughs pulling a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups from beside him.

“Kook, you said Tae told you to wait out here.” Shrimp says eyes narrowed and moving to stand from her seat in his lap. 

“Don’t move you’re keeping my dick warm.” he laughs as she smacks his shoulder playfully. You’ve perked up because this is the first time all night you’ve gotten any type of word that Taehyung hadn’t just ditched you at this party. 

“Look here twerp, where the hell is my shithead boyfriend?” you ask and both Jungkook and Shrimp look thoroughly chastised even though you were only talking to the former. He widens his eyes at you tilting his head to the side in a way he does when he wants to pretend he knows nothing. 

“I don’t know what you mean, he’s around here somewhere. I’m sure he is, maybe Hoseok might know?” he breathes eyes darting to Shrimp who sits pretty in his lap like some sort of doll. 

“Okay what the actual fuck? I just wanna go home to fuck my boyfriend and he’s playing some weird game of hide and seek.” you grunt exasperated because this was weird as fuck and Tae and his friends were getting on your last nerve. You don’t mean to cry, you really don’t, but you're frustrated and your period is just around the corner and all your friends are being weird and your boyfriend is being a shithead. 

“If that's all you wanted you could've said so, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” Taehyung says in that tone he uses when you’re on the brink of tears or already crying. Your gaze shoots over to him in an instant, tears already spilling over your cheeks flushed red in anger. He looks sheepish, but it doesn’t make you feel better. 

“Go away, I don’t wanna see you.” you say planting your head on the table to hide your face. 

“C’mon you don’t mean that.” he says, slowly lifting your face to meet your gaze. He’s standing between your thighs cupping your cheeks before he slowly moves to straddle your lap, a giggle comes from the couple in the other chair. 

“Yes I do.” you sniff the chorus of Somebody's Watching Me ringing in your ears. He chuckles at you tilting your head up, nose nuzzling yours softly before he’s molding his lips to yours. It’s always the butterflies in your tummy that surprise you, because by now you’d hoped to be used to this feeling but you’re not. You’ve never loved someone like you do Taehyung, and it's weird because before him you were sure you just weren’t made to be loved. You’d long since opened up to him of your reasons for being so detached, cold even with anyone and everyone. It’d been hard to trust people after the various years of both verbal and emotional abuse, hell even at home it wasn’t all that great. When you’d moved to Taehyung’s peaceful little neighborhood you had made sure to keep people far away from you, that way they wouldn’t be able to hurt you. No backstabbing friends and no cheating boyfriends, just you all on your lonesome. And yet Taehyung had broken through your walls and made himself a cozy little home in your heart. 

It was because of him that you were able to make progress with your therapist who was no longer your therapist and more a friend. Namjoon was a nice guy and if he hadn’t been busy tonight you would’ve invited him to this party, but he had plans with his girlfriend Bubbles. Hell you’d been shocked to learn he’d gone to school with Taehyung, because by now you were sure he was friends with pretty much everyone in town. He pulls away from the kiss forehead pressed to yours and you whine softly eyes still closed because you were sure you were dreaming. Nothing this amazing ever happened, least of all to you. 

“Ready for your surprise?” he asks breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, your eyes open then curiosity swirling in their depths and it makes Taehyung smile. He pecks your lips a few times before sliding off your lap and helping you to your feet. Jungkook and Shrimp are no longer sitting in the chair, the music has stopped too and it unnerves you a little. 

“You’re not gonna scare me are you?” you murmur voice sounding small and unsure of yourself because you will cry if he scares you. 

“No, just relax, I wouldn’t do that to you.” he laughs, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You’re still hesitant though, he’s leading you to the house where you were sure a party was in full swing not too long ago. The lights are off inside and if this is the day you die then so be it, but you’d be damned if you don't go down fighting. You’re fists clench and unclench palms growing clammy as your nerves begin to get the better of you, your glance at him from the side maybe you can still make a run for it. Taehyung seems to read your mind because in the next moment he’s standing behind you gently pushing you forward through the door and into the dark of what’s the living room. Your heart is pounding against your ribs and you’re sure you're about to die because this is too scary. 

“Ready?” He asks and a strangled noise comes from your throat in an answer. Your breathing grows heavy, lungs not taking in enough air. The lights come on as a chorus of voices yell ‘Happy Birthday’ a scream comes from your mouth followed by a loud sob, because there in the middle of what used to be the dance floor is a giant sheet cake decorated in the colors of the holiday a giant happy birthday ____ in the middle made of fondant. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks as your friends and the crowd of strangers coo at the scene. Taehyung pulls you into a hug swaying you softly as your hands clutch at his shirt, he’s placing kisses to the crown of your head, whispering loving words into your hair. 

“We got you, didn’t we.” Jungkook giggles with a present bag in hand, in fact your small group of friends all have colorfully wrapped gifts. Your sobs have turned into soft hiccups and you smile at Jungkook with a nod. 

“My birthday was two weeks ago, why would you?” 

“Because I promised you we would celebrate but we had work and you haven't had a party since you were five. I wanted you to have some new happy memories for your birthday.” Taehyung says with a smile. Your cheeks grow warm, heart swelling in your chest, and you think to yourself that maybe coming out to this party wasn’t so bad. The cake is cute and Taehyung had told you how it took him a whole week to plan this party. He’d gotten the cake from a pastry shop owned by his friend Jin, and when he’d mention the name you’d been shocked. Illusion had been all the rave since the pastries were delicious and affordable, the best part was that the owner was rumored to be extremely handsome. You chose not to open any of the gifts because you wanted to be able to fully enjoy them, the cake was cut and you’d enjoyed all the slices you’d eaten of the devils food cake. Yoongi and Sweetpea hugged you as they handed you your gift  apologizing for anything Yoongi might’ve said to offend you. You’d laughed it off, saying that it was okay and that he hadn’t.

“So what is Taehyung exactly?” Yoongi asks playfully, smirking at you and you roll your eyes god he needed to educate himself. 

The party ended early, well for you anyways after the cake you’d dance a few songs with Taehyung’s dick pressed to the small of your back, you’d made friends with Sweetpea and Yoongi. Jimin had stopped by as they were leaving and had hugged Sweetpea so tight (which you later learned was his sister), he’d brought along a ‘friend’ who was a medical examiner in the morgue of the police station he worked at. You’d nearly choked seeing her, she introduced herself as Dove who enjoyed scaring Jimin and worked with dead people she explained. She’d come as Strawberry Shortcake, her wig a bubblegum pink and her outfit intricate with lace and frills. She talked fast which normally would've been fine but the jungle juice had been too much. Jimin had steered her away from you as you looked sleepily to Taehyung, packing up as much cake as you thought you could eat. The night however hadn’t ended with the party. Taehyung had driven you to his house which he liked to think was closer than yours, and now here you were giggling up a storm as he did his best impression of Trevor Belmont from Castlevania. 

“What say you Speaker, do you think you could handle Taehyung Belmont’s thick length?” you snort.

“Length? Who even says that?” he’s laughing body molded to yours still dressed in his costume, and you feel the laugh more than hear it. You’d been lazily kissing on his bed not long ago, making up for all the time you hadn’t kissed him earlier when you’d asked him if you could have his Magic Stick. He’d pulled away from your lips an elegant brow raised in question, you’d giggled first encouraging him into an all out cringe war. 

“Okay, enough of that.” he says going back to your neck nipping gently before smoothing his tongue over the irritated skin. He's careful to pull your costume off, hands meeting the warmth of your skin after discarding each item. You shiver the cool air nipping at your heated skin, as Taehyung trails kisses down your neck to your chest. 

“Tae.” you whine as he kisses one of your tits then the other.

“S’okay baby, I got you.” he whispers, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s careful with you today and for some reason it warms your insides. One of his hands has trailed down your body cupping your pussy, he runs his fingers over your lips testing your wetness. A moan slips from your mouth because it never takes long to work you up, he chuckles against your tit. He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger before dragging it to your clit and applying a little bit of pressure. You’re pussy clenches growing wetter with every circle off his fingers on your clit, he slides his fingers back down slowly slipping in a single digit. It feels good, the angle just barely manages to scrape against that spot only he’s ever found. 

“Oh god” you cry softly as he slowly slides another finger in, he shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re doing so good baby, can you take another?” 

“Y-yes, please.” Taehyung sighs into your skin adding a third finger and thrusting a little faster into your pussy. There’s a soft squelching sound as more of your slick gushes from your entrance, coating his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of your pussy. You’ve started to shift your hips thrusting into his fingers to add to the grown friction, a coil pulling tanut in your belly. A warmth settles in the low of your belly growing as you swivel your hips to meet his pace, you’ve lost the ability to think as Taehyung pulls his finger from you rubbing at your clit with his slicked up fingers and groaning as your hips jolt off the bed. 

“Tell me what you want.” he says, pulling his fingers away from your clit making you whine at the loss. 

“Want your cock.” 

“Think you’re pretty pussy can take me baby?”

“Yes, please, please.” Your eyes are glazed as you watch him pull off his shirt tossing it to the side, then yanking down his pants boxers and all. He wraps a hand around his cock pumping a few times spreading the precum that's beaded at the tip. He’s reaching over to the nightstand, when you place a hand to his arm. His eyes meet yours in a question, one that makes your cheeks heat further.  

“I want to like this.” you say suddenly shy, eyes darting away from his. He smiles softly using his clean hand to bring your gaze back to his. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, you nod spreading your legs wider to better fit his hips. He kisses you soft, just the way you like as he slides his cock through your slick and lining himself to your entrance. He’s sliding in slowly filling your pussy inch by inch watching your expression and the way he disappears inside you. He starts off slow sliding in and out of you in a way that you know is his way of making you feel every inch of him. His cock hits deep like this, it’s your favorite position because you’re surrounded by him. His hair is hanging in his face, brows furrowed, as he thrust a little faster into your heat, your pussy clenches every time his cock hits that spongy bundle of nerves his finger barely managed to scrape.

“Yes, right there” you sigh letting your eyes slip closed as he pumps his hips faster into your pussy. The squelch grows louder as do your cries, taehyung grunts at the way your pussy tightens around his cock, your chest is flushed and your hands scramble to find something to hold on to. There’s tears at your lash line pooling at the corner of your eyes ready to fall but haven’t. He drops his weight wrapping his arms around your body and switching your positions. Your eyes have fluttered open with a gasp, his cock hitting that much deeper with you on top, you feel shy again as his gaze travels over your naked chest falling to where he’s inside you. 

“C’mon baby fuck me, fuck yourself on my cock.” he says taking hold of your hands intertwining your finger and bringing them to his lips. You lift your hips dropping them quickly, your breaths are shaky as the warmth grows, you swivel your hips grinding your clit against his pelvis. Your hands are rested on your hips still intertwined with his as he thrusts up to add to the friction. The tears finally fall, your cries increase as you cum, your pussy clamping down on Taehyung's cock as he pumps his hips to prolong your high and find his own, you’ve stopped moving thighs twitching as your walls pulse around him. Your head is buried in his chest and you manage to shift your hips slightly when his muttered curses finally make it into your ears. You’re sensitive, but you’ll be damned if he doesn’t cum in you the first time you go sans condom. 

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he groans as a new warmth fills you, he’s panting hands settled on your hips while you lay limp against his chest. 

“I love you.” you mumble against his skin feeling him stiffen beneath you.

“W-what?” he asks, you shift sitting up and lovingly gazing down at him. 

“I love you.” you repeat as he gazes at you with love in his eyes and smiles.  It’s the first time you’ve said it and its not because of the sex, but because you’re finally ready to give your heart away again, this time though you know for sure its in good hands. 

[lovemesomesurveys]

What would you tell to your eighth grade self? Keep the friends you have. Also, stop hair spraying your bangs and making them stiff--it’s not cute.

What did your last text message read? “Thnx, and yes I got his text.” --My Nana.

Something you really want right now? Coffee and food.

Will you regret your next kiss? Uh, I hope not? Who knows when that will even be, though.

Do you like how things are going? No.

Are you a cuddler? Not really to be honest.

What are you doing tonight? Same stuff as always. My aunt ended up staying another night, but I think she’s going home tonight.

Three months ago, can you remember who you liked? I wasn’t interested in anyone 3 months ago. It’s been a few years, actually.

Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? No. We never were.

Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you are now? I mean, I certainly didn’t envision wasting away after graduating college almost 6 years ago now.

Is a best friend pissing you off right now? No.

What color was the last pill you took? White.

Do you believe “drunken words are sober thoughts”? Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just nonsense.

Who was the last person you had a serious conversation with? My aunt. We’ve had a lot of deep conversations these past few days that she’s been staying with us. She and I are very close and she’s someone who easily opens up and shares a lot. I’m definitely more of the listener, but still.

Have you hung out with any guys recently? My brother.

How tall are you? About 5′4.

Who will you be with this Friday? Today is Friday and I’ll be with my family. As of now, my aunt is here as well but I think she’s going home tonight.

Last time you laughed really hard? I’ve laughed a lot these past few days with my aunt. More so than I have in awhile.

What are you currently listening to? Myself typing and my TV.

Who was the last person you had a face to face conversation with, apart from family? My doctor.

Have you ever wasted too much time on a guy/girl? I don’t consider it time wasted despite things not working out. What are you looking forward to? Right now, I’m thinking about eating lol. 

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

A lyric from the song you’re listening to? I’m not listening to music.

What was the last thing you and your parents argued about? We last bickered a bit about some stuff I was being stubborn about and should have been doing regarding health related things but I wasn’t. 

Would you tattoo someone’s name on your body? No.

Have you ever let someone be your everything? Yes.

Do you bite your nails? I don’t bite them, but I pick them and use nail clippers constantly. 

Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in their arms? Zero.

Do you hate the last person you kissed? No, not at all. 

How do you feel about your hair right now? Ugh. It’s a mess and in serious need of a dye job.

Whose hoodie did you wear last? My own.

Have you ever listened to music you hated just to fit in? Nah.

Whose birthday is coming up? My brother’s was yesterday. Next up is my dad’s next month.

Could you ever be friends with someone that broke your heart? I tried to be, but I couldn’t.

The doctors just told you that you are pregnant - what’s your first thought? They clearly mixed me up with someone else cause that’s impossible. There’s zero chance.

Who was the last person you hugged? My aunt.

Do you have any saved texts? all of my texts save unless i delete them. <<< Yeah, the phone just keeps them. I’ve never deleted any.

Anything you want to tell someone but can’t? Meh.

What’s the last thing you drank? Water.

Are most of the friends in your life new or old? I don’t have friends.

Do you like pulp orange juice? I don’t like orange juice at all. Or any juice.

Do you prefer the tanning bed or sun? I don’t go tanning, but I’d just try to get one from the sun if I wanted to. I do get a tan whenever I go to the beach since I actually spend a significant amount of time outside when I go. That’s the only time.

Who was the last person you talked to last night? My aunt.

When was the last time you cried? About a week ago.

Where are your siblings? My younger brother is at work and I’m assuming my older brother is at home.

What about your mom and dad? My mom is here at home and my dad is at work.

Can you go in public looking like you do? Ew, no.

Would your parents care if you came home at 4am? No; I’m 31 years old. They’d be concerned, though. Especially since I never go anywhere or hang out with anyone anymore. If I was out that late it would definitely be unusual. However, I would have checked in to let let them know cause that’s how we are in my family.

Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? No.

What will you be doing tomorrow? Same stuff, different day.

What’d you have for dinner last night? I had Wingstop. 

Did you eat all of it? No, but a lot of it.

What temperature is it outside right now? 48F.

What color’s your hair? It’s dark brown naturally, but I’ve been dyeing it red. However, I’m a year overdo so my roots are quite overgrown and it’s like half and half now. :X

Do you like flowers? Sure.

What was the first thing you did when you woke up? Checked the time.

What kind of booze did you last take shots of? It was likely tequila. I haven’t drank in 8 years, so I don’t really remember.

Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you that you were sexy? Yes. 

If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? I’m sad I didn’t get to see Linkin Park with Chester. :(

When did you last consume something that had peanut butter? Hmm. It’s been awhile, actually.

What color were the last pair of headphones/earphones you bought? I didn’t buy them, they were a gift, but they’re black.

How many people do you live with? Are these people related to you? 3 and yes, they’re my parents and brother.

Are you a confident person, or do you keep to yourself usually? I’m not confident at all.

Do you wash your own clothes? No, I need help with that so my mom does it.

Are you afraid of thunderstorms? No, I like them.

What type of soups do you like? I’m a ramen gal, but broccoli and cheddar soup is pretty good.

Would you go 2 days without eating for $200? I’ve gone a day without eating and a couple or so days with very little food because I was sick or having appetite issues, which I have a lot. If I was feeling like that I could do it. But there’s times my body feels like it’s starving and acts all dramatic even if it hasn’t been long since I last ate, so in that case it would be really hard to do.

Do you know anyone who is pregnant? Not that I know of.

Can you cook? I can make a good bowl of ramen, ha.

Have you dated the person you texted last? Uh, no. That’s my Nana...

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking weed? I’ve gone almost 10 years since the last time and when I did do it it wasn’t a regular thing, so yeah I think I could. I haven’t had any desire to do it.

When’s the last time someone made you feel like you mattered? My family does that.

Do graveyards thrill or terrify you? Neither.

What’s the next thing you have to do that you’re dreading? My next doctor appointment.

Do you ever wear polos? No.

Do you look pretty today? No. Not today or any day. 

Are you going out of town soon? No.

Who was the last person to make you mad? My doctor.

Do you have nightmares often? No, thankfully.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Nope.

Will you be in a relationship in 50 days? No. 

What happened last time you got drunk? I got really drunk and then threw up on myself in front of my friends and it was super embarrassing. My best friend at the time thankfully helped me clean up, but still. Ugh, it was awful. I was so sick that whole night and felt like shit the next day. I don’t know what happened that night because I honestly don’t remember drinking that much. I don’t know if I had a bad interaction with my medicine or what I did drink was really strong. I was completely turned off to alcohol after that, though, and haven’t drank since.

Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? Yeah, I don’t share drinks or food. Like, I’ll break off/cut/pour out what I’m eating and share that way, but I don’t let people bite off my food or use my utensil and vice versa. 

Do you want to know the date of your death? Absolutely not.

Do you miss the way things used to be? I miss the way a lot of things used to be.

Have you ever had a panic attack? Many times.

Do you like being called babe? Not really.

Is the last person you kissed more than 2 years older than you? No, he’s a year younger than me.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? Not romantic feelings, no. 

Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person that kissed you? No.

Honestly if you could go back 9 months and change something, would you? Yes.

When is the next time you will kiss someone? I have no idea. I don’t see that happening anytime soon at all.

Were you happier 7 months ago or now? Neither then or now. 

Have you ever just felt like you could cry an ocean? Yeppp.

Would you live with someone without marrying them? Yes. I don’t plan on getting married, but even IF I did I would still want to see how things go living together first.

Are you friends with your best friend’s boyfriend or girlfriend? My best friend is my mom, who is with my dad.

Who do you have texts from in your inbox? Mostly from my parents, especially my mom, but some from my brother, some from my Nana, some from my aunt, and some old ones from one of my cousins.

What time did you wake up today? I first fell asleep around 3AM, woke up at 530AM for a bit, fell asleep until like 730ish, and then fell asleep again until like 9 and I’ve been up ever since (it’s 10:27AM now). Sighhhh. I hate when I get up off and on like every hour or so  like that and hardly get any sleep at all. I’m so tired, but I can’t sleep. :(

Are you a different person now than you were 5 years ago? Most definitely. I’ve changed a lot and not in a good way. 

What were you doing at 4 am? Sleeping.

Do you reply to all of your texts? No, not all. It depends on the text. Not all need a reply or I just didn’t for whatever reason.

Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? Bananas or chocolate.

What were you doing before you got on the computer? Sleeping.

What is the last thing you said out loud? Something to my aunt last night.

Today, would you rather go forward a week or back? Forward.

Would you take $40,000 or a brand new car? Hand over the cash, please!

How bad are your hangovers? I had a few bad ones. The worst was definitely after the time I talked about earlier. 

Do you like being home alone or does it freak you out? I’m fine with it during the day, but I wouldn’t be at night.

Do you have any bruises on you? I don’t think so.

Is your last ex currently in a relationship? I don’t know.

Is there anything in your room that reminds you of the past memories? Uh, yeah. Like everything.

How do you respond to being nervous? I get very fidgety and squirmy and anxious. I mess with my nails, I bite my lips, I play with my hair, twiddle my thumbs. My heart rate goes up. I have a hard time breathing. My stomach feels like its in knots. I sweat. ...not a fun time.

Who is the most recent addition to your contacts? I don’t even recall the last time I added a new contact.

Who in your phone has a heart after their name? My mom has a purple heart.

Where was the last place you went besides your house? The doctor.

Have you ever thrown a cell phone in anger? No.

Are you wearing a necklace, who got it for you? I’m not wearing one.

Has anyone ever called you perfect before? Haaaa, no.

Have you kissed anyone whose name starts with an A? Nope.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone & what did you talk about? My mom when she called the other day to see if I wanted her to stop by somewhere on her way home to get me something to eat.

Do you have tan lines? No.

How are you feeling? Right now I’m tired and hungry. I also feel kind of sick cause I took my medicine on an empty stomach, which bothers me more sometimes than others. Today seems to be one of those times. :/

What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Listened to ASMR and scrolled through Tumblr.

Ever feel like you’re not good enough? Many times. It’s been a constant feeling these past few years.

Were you smiling in the last picture taken of you? Yeah.

How many funerals have you been to? Three.

Movies or bowling? Movies.

At the beginning of September who were you "with"? I was single.

Is there a girl you can tell anything to? I could, yes.

What do the majority of people in your life call you? Steph.

Do you dye your hair? I get it done at the salon.

If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first? I’d have to pay off my debt first and foremost.

Something you really want right now? I should drag myself outta bed and try to eat something.

Would you prefer being locked in a room with the person you like or best friend? My best friend, which is my mom.

What color shirt are you wearing? I’m wearing a black sweatshirt.

Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip piercing? No.

Has anyone told you they were in love with you? My first boyfriend (and technically only).

Have you ever cleaned up someone else's vomit? Noooo. I have a hard time with even my own.

Name a time you thought you were going to die? During my last surgery my blood pressure dropped dangerously low and the doctors freaked out.

Do you check your texts right away when you receive them? No, not always.

Have you ever kissed a blue-eyed person? Yes.

[bo0zey]

Pick your favorite questions from the list.

i will do them all for u 0.o

1. Name cianna [see-ah-nah]

2. Nationality mexican irish german romanian hungarian french

3. Age 20

4. Birthday december 17, 1999

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) sun: sagittarius; ascendant: leo; moon: aries

6. Gender female

7. Sexuality uhhhhhhhhhhhh idk but i will willingly kiss either gender

8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) /tagged/my-face or u could just google pictures of fat rats

9. What do you/did you study? I’m currently a sophomore nursing major!

10. What's your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I’m currently a microbiology TA and I love it :) My dream job would be something with animals, like a vet tech or veterinarian

11. Your birth order i’m the oldest!

12. How many siblings do you have? 2 younger brothers

13. Do you have good relations with your family? my mom was my best friend, my dad and i get along better now that i’m in college, my brothers and i get along pretty well & we’re staring to get closer now that they’re getting older n growing up n developing their own personalities lol

14. How many friends do you have? errrr idk this is a hard question. i have a lot of acquaintances but i’d say i have maybe like less than 10 real friends??

15. Your relationship status single :D

16. What do you look for in a SO? funny!!!!!!!!!must be humorous!!!!and sarcastic and a little weird w darker sense of humor so we can laugh n be dumb together!!!!!!! also i would like them to be kind to me and those around them bc mean ppl suck. also they have to like animals. also i would like them to be loyal and trustworthy and 110% in love w me. and for physical stuff idk kinda attractive but NOT CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE like i personally don't really like the typically ‘attractive’ person??? 

17. Do you have a crush? currently in love w the cute chinese boy who lives across from my dorm room even tho i have never even spoken to him n he is totally unaware of my existence!!!!!!!! hahah oops :D

18. When did you have your first kiss? i mean technically 3rd grade i think but that doesn't really count so like maybe 16????

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? i mean in the long term i would definitely like to have a serious relationship but at the moment i’m only into casual stuff bc my heart isn't ready to be broken again sknfkjdbnkjd

20. What are your deal breakers? errrr i’m not sure....cheating is a no no, ppl that are interested in fucking every single person they see is a turn off, DUMB PEOPLE like ppl you can't even have a proper conversation with bc they're so DUMB, and ppl who r mean/judgmental/arrogant

21. How was your day? ok! accidentally slept thru my math class but caught a glimpse of my crush across campus when he was abt to smoke a cig and i got chipotle n i online shopped a ton from shein

22. Favourite food & drink deep dish spinach pizza from giordano’s & orange vitamin water

23. What position do you sleep in? i fall asleep on my left side hugging a body pillow

24. What was your last dream about? ate a braid of hair and inside the braid was bacon

25. Your fears not going to make it thru nursing school, not being financially stable as an adult, not having a family of my own, probably more but those r currently top 3

26. Your dreams i don't have any idk....maybe having like a house of my own and having as many animals as i want?? and i would like a loving partner with a daughter of our own

27. Your goals survive nursing school and lose 40 pounds and don't die before my cat

28. Any pets? i have a dog named cherry Cola, a cat named Leto, and a betta fish named Perc

29. What are your hobbies? writing stories about people in love, listening to music

30. Any cool places in your area? in my college town??? NO it sucks. in my hometown??? Not really it’s a small lil village with only restaurants and parks. but at home i’m near downtown chicago so that’s cool i guess

31. What was your last awkward situation? the first thing that comes to mind is my FIRST and so far ONLY encounter with my crush. we live in the same dorm building and i was wearing my nursing scrubs and had no make up on and about to go upstairs to my dorm, and then i heard footsteps and i was like ‘hahaha what if its my crush’ AND THEN HE FUCKIGJNG appeared from down the hallway to go back to HIS DORM [which is RIGHT ACROSS FROM MINE] and i literally STARED at him, then threw open the door and RAN UP THE STAIRS LIKE I LITERALLY DIDNT EVEN HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR ME AND HE WAS LIKE SO CLOSE BEHIND ME I WAS JUST SO NERVOUS MY FLIGHT OR FIGHT RESPONSE TOOK OVER AND I FUCKING FLED I LITERALLY RAN AWAY FROM HIM I AHTE MYSELF SO MUCH IM SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!

32. What is your last regret? errrrr idk i regret a lot of dumb things.......

33. Language/s you can speak English n a LITTLE bit of Spanish

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) i’m really into zodiac stuff and i have got to say they are pretty spot on in accuracy idk

35. Have any quirks? ummmm ofc!!i am the quirkiest person i know hajnjfxbkjx like if u asked my roommates/friends they’d probably be better at answering this than me bc i don't see anything abt me as quirky but they always tell me i am quirky and do weird things but idk man I'm just existing 

36. Your pet peeves err idk currently its ppl that constantly brag about dumb shit

37. Ideal vacation somewhere warm with me + the ocean + the loml + unlimited alcohol

38. Any scars? yeah :D both emotional AND physical!!!!

39. What does your last text message say? ‘ok thats a more than fair statement’

40. Last 5 things from your search history how many carbs should i eat, chipotle bowl calories, is the grim reaper the angel of death, ceftriaxone adverse effects, red man syndrome

41. What's your [device] background? lockscreen is a peach-theme background i made and home screen is my weight loss goals

42. What do you daydream about? the characters in my stories.................and being skinny 

43. Describe your dream home pretty brick house??? flowers outside??? 3 floors--main floor, basement and upstairs??? 3 bedrooms n 3 bathrooms maybe??? master bedroom has its own bathroom!!! and open concept main floor. big kitchen and very homey n warm all around. as for like an apartment i want something cozy and aesthetically pleasing and warm 

44. What's your religion/Your thought about religion i don't have a religion but if ppl do have a religion then thats not my business

45. Your personality type entj but only bc i got 3% extraverted; i am very closely related to intj tho n i think i fit that one better

46. The most dangerous thing you've done uhhhhhh probably operating a vehicle while high out of my mind. definitely the dumbest thing i ever did 0/10 would recommend anyone ever doing that

47. Are you happy with your current life? its ok but it could probably be better. i want to be done w college and skip to the part where i have a successful career and my own home and i can lay up w the loml every night

48. Some things you've tried in your life alcohol???weed??gummy edibles....

49. What does your wardrobe consist of? sweaters/sweatshirts/leggings

50. Favourite colour to wear? black, maroon, peach, purple, gray, idk

51. How would you describe your style? oh jeez idk i wear whatever i want so like e-girl when i really try and basic white girl when i don't care

52. Are you happy with your current looks? no i hate everything about myself lol

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? more freckles on my face....also be thinner n have longer hair

54. Any tattoos or piercings? my nose and septum are pierced!

55. Do you get complimented often? kinda by my friends but i always yell at them to stop so they don't compliment like as much bc they know i hate it but they still do it sometimes idk

56. Favourite aesthetic? i wanna be an e-girl yo!!!!!!!!! 

57. A popular trend that you dislike nobody has a crush on me and i hate it

58. Songs you're currently obsessed with? pied piper by BTS

59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like. anything by BTS lol i used to like be embarrassed for how much i like k pop but now i don't really care lol #stanBTS2020

60. Favourite genre? rap/r n b/alternative

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? i listen to every genre except country sooooooo yeah i really like billie eilish, BTS, the weeknd, juicewrld, lil nas x, trippie red, post malone,

62. Hated popular songs/artists? i don't rlly like selena gomez or justin bieber or taylor swift

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 only - RY X i.f.l.y. - Bazzi novacane - frank ocean jungle - drake bang! - trippie redd

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? no and no

65. Do you like karaoke? no but i like to sing along to songs when I'm alone

66. Own any albums? haha noooo i got apple music son

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? errr RARELY i used to listen to r n b stations tho

68. Favourite movie/series? idk donnie darko?? i also just finished tharntype n that was really good. also i liked tokyo ghoul. AND GIVEN IS REALLY GOOD

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc i like horror/scary/paranormal/funny movies and i like love stories in books

70. Your fictional crush/es danny phantom, ken kaneki

71. Which fictional character is you? uhhhh idk...

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so frerard, ryden, taekook, mewgulf

73. Favourite greek god? idk they all kinda suck but maybe hades

74. A legend from where you live that you like i don't really know any:(

75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? i like to look at art! i think van gogh is cool

76. Can you share your other social media? ig: ciannnna venmo: ciannnna

77. Favourite youtubers? i don't really watch youtubers but maybe shane dawson and emma chamberlain

78. Favourite platform? twitter

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much time

80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite? i once played GTA5 that was fun!

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) idk i don't really read anymore:/ i was into the hunger games and the twilight series when i was young. now i kinda read online manga and i really liked BJ Alex and killing stalking. and like for online books the unholyverse series, a splitting of the mind, the anatomy of a fall

82. Do you play board/card games? no but i like to play checkers and uno and cards against humanity

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? nopee

84. Favourite holiday halloween is cool also christmas is alright bc gifts

85. Are you into dramas? i’ve been getting into thai boys love dramas lol sue me

86. Would you use death note, if you had one? um YES.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? everyone needs to be a little kinder and have a crush on me

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? absolutely not I'm not physically fit and don't have useful skills

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? vampire duh [or maybe ghost]

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? i want to see my mom

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? idk something cool ... i love the name Daisy

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? idk probably kylie jenner

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo idk the alien? 94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true -im very productive with my time management skills -my favorite color is purple -i don't get nervous when I'm alone in public

95. Cold or hot? cold

96. Be a hero or be a villain? anti-hero

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? sing if i’m good at it but if I'm not good then rhyme

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?immortal

100. ..... or .....? ......?

[lenncnwintxr]

*/ HALSTON SAGE , 21 , CISFEMALE, SHE/HER . i just watched dean matthews pull lennon winter into his office. maybe it has something to do with them being a member of phi alpha phi. yeah, i spoke to lenny few times. they’re a junior studying fashion design. apparently they’re from upper east side, new york. maybe that’s why they’re so stubborn and captivating, i don’t know, man. all i know is they’re always listening to she’s thunderstorms by the arctic monkeys.

basics:

name : lennon antoinette winter

nicknames : len, lenny, blondie

age : twenty-one

birthday : 12 february (aquarius)

sexuality : bisexual

born :  upper east side, nyc

height : 5′5

favorite color : purple

fluent in: english, french, & italian

hogwarts house : slytherin

major : fashion design

sorority : phi alpha phi

extracurriculars: cheerleading (base), dance team, theater (actor) 

notable character references : rebekah mikaelson (tvd) & serena van der woodsen (gg)

family:

mother : diana winter ( née carmichael)

father : liam winter

little sister : abra winter (20)

about:

lennon was born and raised in the upper east side of new york with both her parents and younger sister. her mom being a well known fashion designer and her father being a musician.

 thankful that her and her little sister are close in age, they’re best friends. have always been there for each other through everything for their entire lives. even now. lennon can trust her with anything.

they grew up surrounded by music and lavish parties, lennon soon realized how much she loved to sing. her sister and father would play instruments and she’d dance around the living room and sing for them. though she quickly stuck to only singing in the shower once she saw how talented her sister was. sure lennon loved being in the spotlight, but wanted each of them to have their own and shine together. 

she was the young girl who would sneak into her mother’s closet when they had a gala or late night function the girl’s weren’t old enough to attend yet. perfecting the art of walking in heels by the age of 5.

she’d sneak into her mom’s workshop and “borrow” designs off her rack for parties, being sure to but the items back before morning.

lennon was always drawn to fashion, wearing it, creating it...you name it. when she was finally able to go to all the events she’d study what everyone was wearing, learning what was popular and using it to start designing her own clothes.

she never thought she was any good, so for a while she stuck to drawing anything she could: fruit, people, nature. anything that didn’t involve clothes, but she always found herself coming back. 

in the gossip girl world that was her life, lennon was serena. bubbly, fun, loving to be the center of attention, a party girl. she’d been the other woman a few times, letting herself get close to men quickly without asking questions before it was too late and she ended up hurt. now she sticks to flings, guarding her heart to not show anyone the hopeless romantic underneath. 

her last real boyfriend hurt her the worst, hence being the last, but he’s the guy that made her see just how amazing she was at designing clothes. she had some major trust issues now, but still found a way to thank him for letting her realize her potential.

they’d volunteer as a family, give to every charity they could. her parents knew how important it would be to selecting collages for her and her sister and that plus all of lennon’s extra curriculars and grades, it helped her get accepted here. 

she quickly found herself blending in with the alpha phi sorority. once she was accepted in as a member she didn’t realize how much the extra sisterhood would provide a comfort to her. 

after she graduates her mother wants lennon to sign on and be apart of her business, but even though she’s always loved her mom’s clothes she doesn’t see their visions missing well together. she doesn’t know how to tell her, but she’d rather start something fresh on her own. 

facts:

 if there’s a party you’ll be sure to find her there, especially with a drink in hand

while in high school she found out her father used to be a bit of a hippie when he was growing up and that soon led her to find his weed stash, which she would occasionally steal from. he liked to smoke with his buddies when they played poker or golf, sometimes even waiting to smoke in the house when everyone was asleep. 

she only fully trusts one person in her life: her sister

she’s her sister’s opposite. being very outgoing and down to try anything once, the could charm her way in and out of anything she wanted

 she loves both her parents though it’s pretty clear to her that her father prefers abra, since she was the one with the musically talented genes. 

she’s always felt this bit of responsibility to make her mother proud and constantly feels that pressure.

where she goes, trouble tends to follow. 

she’s a big dog lover.

feels that shopping sprees, vacations, or macaroons can solve any problem.  

has a small tattoo of a bow on her left hand, middle finger. 

connections?:

the last boyfriend : open. he was her number one support system, made her realize how amazing she was at fashion design. if it wasn’t for him she’d probably still be sketching trees. he broke her trust and they ended up breaking up, she hasn’t been in a real relationship since.

best friends : open/f/nb. open/m/nb. besides her sister these two people are always there for her when she needs them. 

fwb/hookups/flings : franco. open. open. being a girl who isn’t one for relationships anymore, it leaves the girl with a lot of free time. she get’s bored easily so there’s more than one but it’s always fun and carefree, just like her.

revenge hookup : open. started as a fling to get back at one of her friends/exes, etc. and now the two just can’t seem to stay away from each other.

childhood friend : raina. their mother’s quickly became friends, always visiting lennon’s mother’s store to get the best designer clothes they could. which led to the two girls talking while their moms did, getting close and spending time together at events. 

protective friendship : open. the person who always comes to her rescue, won’t let anyone mess with her or talk bad about her in their presence. often is seen throwing lennon over his shoulder and carrying her out of parties before she does something dumb.

bad influence : zo. the two always have a good time out together, fueling each other’s bad decisions, daring one another to do something crazier  

cuddle buddy : open. a sort of confidant relationship that usually revolves around them spilling their guts or talking shit, cuddling with no cares in the world. possible that the cuddling could lead to something more romantic. 

sexual tension : open. the two can’t seem to stay away from each other and though nothing sexual has happened yet...they’re never far from crossing over that line.

skinny love : open.

unspoken crush : open. lennon would never let herself get into another serious relationship but this person makes her doubt all her willpower. 

party friend : open. the person who wouldn’t been seen far away from lennon at a party. both having drinks in their hands and having a good time on whatever dance floor they could find. 

partner in crime : alana. family friends that blossomed into being the first person lennon ever got high with back in hs. they were talking one night after getting high and both found themselves curious about being with another girl. 

occasional drug buddy : open. when lennon gets high, she likes to do it around someone else, this person allows her to feel comfortable and have a good time. often seen calling her to smoke as well.

supplier : open. in college lennon doesn’t have easy access to her dad’s stash anymore, this person supplies her with whatever when she needs it.

frenemy : noelle. sure the two of them are friends, but more often the two can be seen butting heads, thinking the other is out to get them and embarrass them in front of everyone. they take turns fighting for dominance but still manage to label the other as ‘friend’.

rival : open.

enemies : open.

friends turned enemies : open.

(idk i just started listing things lol. but i’m down for anything and everything.)

[the-edge-of-great]

14 - Henry Danger (Henry and anyone)

This ended up being a lot longer than I planned, sorry lol But hope you enjoy! 

Warning: Drug use ahead

“Literally everything about this is illegal.”

Henry breathed a laugh. He glanced over his shoulder, meeting his best friend’s eyes. “That’s the fun of it,” he replied, smirking.

Jasper huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Well, I don’t see the fun in any of this.”

“Jasp, c’mon. Live a little!” Henry tried.

“No! Do you know what Ray will say when he finds out? What Charlotte will say?!”

Henry reassured, “They won’t find out!”

Jasper opened his mouth, ready for another approach to talk his best friend out of whatever he was planning to do, but he froze when a guy walked over to him. The guy was in their grade and more Henry’s friend than Jasper’s. He may have a name, but Jasper only ever heard the guy’s nickname, “The Hippie.” Henry didn’t talk to him much, but they had a few classes together and talked a lot at school. Jasper glared at the guy sat between them, brown bag in hand.

“All right!” Hippie exclaimed, grinning at his buddies. “Who’s ready?”

“Me!” Henry answered, eagerly snatching the bag from the guy. It was a clear sandwich bag with two thin rolls inside.

“Not me,” Jasper declared, shaking his head. “There’s no way I’m trying that stuff.”

“Jasper,” Henry whined.

“Hey, hey, if he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t have to.” Hippie smiled. “I’m not gonna make you do anything tonight.”

Jasper scowled ‘cause he wanted to hate the guy for talking Henry into this, but Hippie was too nice to despise. So, Jasper settled with moving around the table and watching the two with a nervous glower.

“Okay,” Hippie began, taking the bag in his hands again, “so since this is your first time, don’t try to be a big shot, all right? Take it slow, I promise we won’t laugh much if you choke or something.” He paused to throw an amused look at Jasper, hoping to ease the tension a little. Hippie’s face fell when he was met with a stern look.

“You sure you don’t wanna take a hit, Jasper? You look like you could you unwind a bit.”

“Thought you weren’t gonna pressure me?”

“Hey, I’m not. Just suggesting.” Hippie shrugged, turning back to Henry. He fished a lighter from his pocket and grabbed one of the joints from the bag. “So, you gotta just roast this for a second, okay? Don’t puff till I say.”

Henry nodded. As Hippie slipped the joint in Henry’s hand and began roasting the end of it, Henry felt a bit nervous. He’d grown up being taught getting high and marijuana in general was bad news and illegal. The practice still was, at least at the age of seventeen. What would his parents think of what he’s about to do?

Henry stole a glance at Jasper. He’d never seen his best friend so stern, so serious. Jasper met his gaze. Henry smiled nervously. Jasper sighed, offering a toothless halfhearted grin in return.

After a moment or two of roasting the joint, Hippie decided it was the moment they’d been waiting for! He demonstrated taking the first hit, inhaling deeply, waiting a moment, and exhaling through his nose.

“Don’t take that big of a breath, ‘cause you’re gonna choke on it,” Hippie advised. “Take it easy at first, then work your way up.”

Jasper fished his phone out of his pocket. He ran his fingers over the screen, contemplating options as he watched Henry take the first hit. Henry cleared it with ease, watching with wide eyes as the smoke filtered out his nose.

Jasper’s phone came to life with a blinding light. The time stared up at him, seeming to remind the kid how much of a bad idea this whole thing was. 1:30 in the morning? When he and Henry had work the next day? Jasper scowled, rubbing his face. Bad ideas everywhere!

He was dialing a number before he even realized he was doing it. Jasper knew he should’ve done this first, the second he saw Hippie approaching from the parking lot. Jasper guessed he hoped Henry would call it quits and make the right decision, but clearly that was too big a gamble.

Jasper sighed, slipping out of the picnic table. He walked a few feet away until he was out of hearing range. As he pressed the phone to his ear, he turned and watched the spot he’d just left his best friend, growing more and more high and vulnerable. He could’ve dragged Henry to the car and forced him to stop smoking, but Henry was too fast for Jasper. HIs reflexes would kick in and Jasper would never be able to hold him.

“This is the Captain Man hotline,” a tired voice answered. “You better be dying, ‘cause it’s too early for this.”

Jasper cleared his throat, rubbed his neck, and said slowly, “Heeeeey Captain Maan….”

Ray growled, “I’m hanging up.”

“It’s about Henry!” Jasper cried. He slapped a hand over his mouth and glanced back at the two he left behind. Did they hear that? God, he hoped not.

There was a pause, then a sharp question, “What about Henry? Is he okay?”

Jasper chewed on his lip. Henry’s gonna hate me. “We’re in the park. Henry’s smoking weed with a guy from our class. I tried talking him out of it, but it didn’t work. I figure he’ll listen to you more?”

“Smoking weed’s illegal in Swellview, right?” Ray sounded further from the phone now. Jasper hoped that meant he was about to transform.

“When you’re seventeen it is.”

“Okay, on my way. Son, make sure he doesn’t move.” 

“Got it.”

Henry and Hippie were on their feet, humming loudly to a song Jasper couldn’t really figure out. They were kinda just dancing around, bobbing their heads to their own music.

“Jasper!” Henry cried. “Here. Throw my phone at me.”

“What?” Jasper asked, eyes wide. “Why would I do that?”

“I wanna see if my reflexes are normal again!”

Jasper really did want to chuck Henry’s phone at his face or something. Maybe it would knock some sense into him.

“Hen, you can’t even see me. It’s too dark.”

“Is not.” Henry stumbled forward. There was a thud followed by a hiss of pain. “There’s no way I was that close to the table.”

A pair of headlights turned down the park street. Jasper panicked, grabbing Henry’s arm and dragging him behind a tree. Hippie staggered, looking around. He mumbled in question of his friends’ whereabouts.

“Captain Man?” Hippie asked, squinting at the superhero walking toward him. A bright light shined in his face and Hippie hissed. 

Jasper stepped into the open, grip tight on Henry’s wrist. “Thank God,” he whispered, pulling Henry toward their boss.

“You called Captain Man?” Hippie spat as Jasper approached. 

“Yeah. What of it?” Jasper spat.

“Okay, hey,” Captain Man snapped, shoving between the two. He turned and faced Hippie, shining his light at the boy’s shoes. “This boy tells me you’re out here getting high on marijuana you’re not legally allowed to have.”

Hippie scoffed. “So is Henry!”

“And he’ll be dealt with, right after you. C’mon, let’s go.”

Hippie scowled as he turned and walked toward the parking lot. Captain Man looked at Jasper, then nodded in the same direction. Watch him, his face said. Jasper nodded and jogged off, keeping an eye on his peer.

Captain Man turned to Henry. He grabbed the boy’s shoulder, glanced him over, made mental notes of things that looked out of the ordinary. To his relief, his sidekick was okay. 

“I can’t believe Jasper called you,” Henry mumbled.

“You’re lucky I got here before the police did,” Ray snapped, eyes narrowed. “If you were anyone else, I’d take you to jail.”

Henry smiled a little. “Heh, sidekick benefits?”

“Don’t push it. I still may drop you off on the way back.”

The sidekick fell silent after that. Captain Man grabbed the boy’s arm and walked him to the Man Van. Jasper and Hippie stood side by side, Jasper watching the kid’s every move like a hawk.

“You can head home, Jasper. I’ve got it from here.”

Jasper nodded slowly. With a final look at his best friend, Jasper climbed in his car and drove off.

Henry woke the next morning in a strange room. There were no windows or anything on the gray walls. He sat up, panicked. Was he in the hospital? What happened last night? His heart began to speed up.

Then, Ray walked in. He had a water bottle tucked under his arm and a bottle of ibuprofen in his hand. Henry slumped against the bed board and asked, “I’m not in the hospital?”

“No.” Henry sighed with relief. Ray tossed the water and pills onto Henry’s bed. He explained, “No, I was such a nice guy that I took you to the Man Cave instead of home for your parents to see you all smoked up on weed and junk. So I’m expecting a thanks or something.”

Henry smiled. “Thanks, Ray.” He cracked open the water and poured a few pills in his hand.

Ray leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “If I ever find out you’ve done that again, you’re fired.”

Henry choked on his water. He lurched forward, hand covering his mouth as he coughed. When he had calmed, Henry looked at his boss.

“What?!”

“What if there had been an emergency last night, hm? You weren’t in the right mind to help anyone. Not even yourself. You could’ve walked in front of a car and then it’d be bye-bye Henry!”

Henry pursed his lips. He began to speak, but Ray beat him to it, “Not to mention, what you were doing was illegal. If you had been caught, it’d be out of my hands. You’d be at the mercy of the law.”

That may have frightened Henry the most. Here he was thinking he was untouchable because he was Captain Man’s sidekick, that nothing bad could happen. And while that was true for the most part (Ray would protect that kid with his life), there are some things even Captain Man can’t defend him from.

“I get it,” Henry said slowly. He sighed, scratching his nose.”Sorry.”

Ray took a deep breath. “It’s okay, kid.” He wasn’t exactly mad at Henry for what he did. Teenagers make mistakes, after all. There would probably be plenty more and Ray would have to threaten to fire the kid again (though by now, there was no firing Henry. Ray figured that out a few years in, but as long as Henry didn’t know, the effect still worked). 

“You’re a smart kid. You better make some better decisions next time.”

Henry nodded, biting back a smile. “Yes sir!”

Ray turned to leave. As he moved, he lunged toward Henry and ruffled his hair. The teen recoiled, swatting at Ray’s hand while complaining.

“Not the hair!” he yelled. I hangout with him way too much, Henry thought as he gazed up at his boss.

“Don’t do drugs,” Ray basically ordered as a passing word, shooting a finger gun at his sidekick and running out of the room.

Henry shook his head, smoothing out his hair. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, smiling. “I promise.”

[pedalfuzz]

Hopscotch 2018: Pedal Fuzz Picks

The Hopscotch Music Festival is almost here! From September 6-8, downtown Raleigh, NC, will be electric with nearly-non-stop music. The Pedal Fuzz team scoured the schedule of over 120 bands for some of the acts we can't wait to see.

Our picks come from Dustin K. Britt, Melvyn Brown, Jon Foster, Eddie Garcia, and Tom Sowders. 

  H.C. McEntire - Thursday, 5:50pm (City Plaza)

I'm not going to lie or flatter myself: when I initially saw the Hopscotch lineup for 2018, I didn't recognize the name H.C. McEntire. I'd kind of slept on Un Deux Trois and Mount Moriah, even though when I'd hear them in passing they'd be added to my ever-expanding Mental List Of Things That I Definitely Need To Sit Down And Give A Serious Listen To Sometime Soon. But when I realized that H.C. McEntire was also Heather McEntire, from erstwhile mid-2000s Durham band Bellafea, I perked up pretty quickly: I loved Bellafea every time I saw them to the extent that I've considered peeling one of their old stickers off of a friend's bumper and keeping it for myself (sorry, Adam). Heather/H.C.'s new stuff is soulful and self-searching, and country-tinged in a way that avoids cynical, syrupy pastiche in favor of the authentic and sincere. I've now had a few serious listens through my headphones, but I can't wait to hear this stuff live. -  Melvyn Brown

 Real Estate - Thursday, 7:15pm (City Plaza)

I got into a fun fight with a friend a few weeks ago about whether or not "New Jersey sux LOL" is a lazy and unoriginal take (correct answer: it is!), and along with Walt Whitman and The Wrens, the band Real Estate was one of my main arguments on the Garden State's behalf. "It's Real" from 2011's Days is the cut that immediately made me a fan: the melodic interplay between the guitars, the rhythmic counterpoints and switchbacks from the bass and the drums, and the keyboard swirls all come together to produce a sound that's dreamy yet grounded, effervescent yet substantial, focused yet effortless. Martin Courtney's vocals wash cooly above it all, like waves over the sand on some idyllic Jersey Shore afternoon. The overall impression is clean, direct, and mildly euphoric, something like the mirror twin of a hangover-induced panic attack. -  Melvyn Brown

 The Flaming Lips - Thursday, 8:45pm (City Plaza)

I turned my attention to The Flaming Lips for the first time after finding out that Blake Schwarzenbach of Jawbreaker loved the song “The Gash,” off of The Soft Bulletin. I checked that song out and loved it and put it on a VERY important volume of my personal mix cd series (I believe it was Stinger Vol. 13). Anyway, it became a favorite: so big and dreamy, like a sky full of javelins. Since then, The Flaming Lips have lavishly expanded indie rock into a colossal dreamscape full of giant eyeballs and lasers and feather boas, and I have still never seen them live. That’s bout to change, y’all - I’m eager to see what these fearless freaks do at Hopscotch. - Tom Sowders

 Deaf Wish - Thursday, 11:30pm (Slim’s)

I do ‘rock bands’ less and less. Whether it’s my age, the ‘been there done that’ sameness I so often encounter, or my compulsion  to explore ‘other’ sounds, I can’t say for sure. Probably all three. SO that’s why I find it goddamn significant that when I pressed play on the Deaf Wish song “FFS” (from a press release no less!) I listened to it three times in a row and sent it to a handful of friends. It’s got that Stooges snarl, the dissonance of Sonic Youth at their more aggressive early moments, and I bet it's going to smoke live. And every member of this Australian band takes turns at vocal duties, how cool is that? - Eddie Garcia

Thundercat – Friday, 7:15pm (City Plaza)

I first went to Japan in July 2000. It was a life-defining trip. In 2017, in connection with the college I teach for, I went again. The morning I woke up in Tokyo, I opened my window, and boiled some water for instant coffee. It was early. I looked out over the street. People were just starting to move around, starting to head to their jobs as the sun began to rise. The twelfth song on Thundercat’s album Drunk is “Tokyo.” Looking at the people from my tiny hotel room and thinking about the references in the song, both the song and the experience of being there again took on a new emotional depth. - Jon Foster

Grizzly Bear -  Friday, 8:45pm (City Plaza)

The quartet’s records emit a throng of atmospheric noises coming from some unidentified dimension. Airtight vocal harmonies, instrumental experimentation, and psychedelic soundscapes are easy enough to capture in the studio, but can Ed Droste et al. deliver a sonically precise package live with adequate spontaneity and animation? I intend to find out. - Dustin K.  Britt

  Yamantaka // Sonic Titan - Friday, 10:00pm (Fletcher)

I never knew I wanted to hear a mix of shred / shoegaze / prog / pop but buddy was I wrong. And honestly, that’s not really doing justice to the melting pot of musical styles this band tackles. This experimental art & music collective swirls Buddhism with sci-fi while subverting the expectations of their Asian Canadian heritage. Their latest album is described as “the soundtrack for an unreleased Haudenosaunee- and Buddhist-themed Anime” From what I understand their live show involves much makeup and costumes and theatrical twists. I’m in. - Eddie Garcia

Shopping - Friday, 12:30am (Wicked Witch)

My wife introduced me to Shopping a couple years ago. We don’t always agree on what constitutes good music. That’s largely because I’m kind of a sad bastard who enjoys listening to the dreary music of other sad bastards, so that my own floating sadness can become inhabitable, and I can enter, sit down on a milkcrate, stay in there, stay safe and headphoned and probably wine drunk and blazed to bits. My wife prefers fun, cool music that ISN’T just an onanistic playground for narcissism masquerading as sensitivity. Anyway, it’s nice when we can land on a band that makes both our brains sparkle, and Shopping is such a band. Their music is like strutting with pointed toes on down a neon rainbow while LSD cartoons go dancing by in a great swirl toward the speaker at 174 bpm. I feel a physical need to get my groove on to their surfy, angular, rock ‘n’ roll dance music. - Tom Sowders

Moses Sumney -  Saturday, 6:40pm (Red Hat Amphitheater)

An expert a cappella arranger, Sumney’s androgynous voice seeps from the record player like a cloud of blue incense that gradually fills every room and penetrates your pores. On stage, his breath pushes gently against the spiritual waters of the amphitheater, growing exponentially into a wave that soars far above the heads of the crowd and crashes against every surrounding building. I plan to submerge myself along with the rest of downtown Raleigh, willing victims of the Sumney tsunami. - Dustin K.  Britt  

Nile Rodgers and Chic - Saturday, 8:00pm (Red Hat Amphitheater)

Even when I was too young to understand the songwriter/producer/session musician nexus or to have any concept of a trademark sound, I knew that I loved "Le Freak" (Chic), "Let's Dance" (David Bowie), and "We Are Family" (Sister Sledge) because they all had some essential, incredible thing in common. Time passed; I listened to more music, read more magazines and gatefolds and liner notes (and frankly, watched a heroic amount of VH1), and I eventually pieced together that the previously ineffable common link between these songs and approximately a million others was Nile Rodgers. Seriously, you could get pretty lost in the weeds trying to chase down every recording he's had a hand in–I just found out, for example, that he produced and played rhythm guitar on my favorite B-52s track, "Topaz”.  Like the telltale trumpet trills of a Capitol-era Sinatra record or the twelve-string twang of The Byrds, Rodgers leaves his indelible but never overbearing signature on everything he touches so that even if you can't quite put your finger on it, you're glad that he already has. - Melvyn Brown

MC50 – Saturday, 8:45pm (City Plaza)

There’s no reason for this to happen.  The last time the MC5 were together, Richard Nixon was still in office. Wayne Kramer is the only original member playing, which should give music fans some reservations about why this is happening. There’s too many high profiled reunion tours that last too long and barely have any connection with the original music. Why would I want to see this band? The answer is easy, Kim Thayil (Soundgarden) and Brendan Canty (Fugazi). If those guys are in your “cover band” then they’re worth seeing. - Jon Foster  

Palberta - Saturday, 10:30pm (Slim’s)

The problem with having too many music fans on your social media page is that you’re inundated with new stuff. There’s always something to check out. Most of the time I feel that listening to new music is homework: I have to listen to everything, or I won’t pass some god-awful hipster test. Add friend suggestions and posts from music blogs, and you’re never really on top of stuff. I “try” new things constantly, clicking on a few seconds of a new song three or four times a day. Somehow Palberta appeared in my Facebook newsfeed like it would for any “hip” 37 year old. I loved them immediately. They were trashy, noisy, and complicated all at the same time. They’re the perfect antidote for well-orchestrated soullessness. I imagine two things might happen when I see them: either they will play a transcendent show, or everything will fall apart as soon as they hit the stage. I don’t know which I prefer. - Jon Foster

Yonatan Gat - Saturday, 10:30pm (Pour House)

The first time I saw Yonatan Gat, he was playing as a trio on the floor of Snug Harbor in Charlotte. Setup in a circle, the band had lamps with colored bulbs surrounding them. Gat would switch them off and on to indicate a change was coming in the (to my ears) largely improvised songs they were playing. Gat (who the Village Voice once named best guitarist in NYC) is a dexterous, dynamic player who eschews effects, save for a wah-wah pedal leading into a reverb soaked amp. And the band is a Hendrix-Experience-but-in-the-2010s ball of psych freakout, holding it down while creeping into catchy chaos. On the latest album Universalists, radical tape-splicing techniques were used in assembling the record; I’m very eager to hear how that fractured methodology takes shape live. - Eddie Garcia

Mind Over Mirrors - Saturday, 11pm (Fletcher)

Last year’s Undying Color was one of my favorite albums of 2017. The drone of Jaime Fennelly’s harmonium was elevated by propulsive rhythms, searing synths, and cascading mysterious vocals. The blend was intoxicating. This year’s Bellowing Sun I can only describe as a Steve Reich dance party. They describe it as, “a sonic inquiry into celestial cycles and the illuminating nature of darkness.” So see, you win either way really. My No. 1 pick. - Eddie Garcia

Sarah Shook & The Disarmers -  Saturday, 11:00pm (Lincoln Theatre)

Once a beloved pourer of libations at Chapel Hill’s (not closing) The Cave, triangle folks haven’t seen much of our hometown hero lately, and for a damn good reason: our queer country crooner is ruling the world on a major tour. Shook and company stomped through Charlotte in June to open for Willie Nelson, and now the Triangle kids are getting our turn. - Dustin K.  Britt

Grouper - Saturday, 12:00am (Fletcher)

I think I’ve established that ONE kind of music I like to listen to is sad, sad music. I think this predilection emerged sometime around the release of Use Your Illusion II by Guns N' Roses. “Civil War,” “November Rain,” me swaying in my dark bedroom with a bowl cut, you get the idea. Well, I’m not ten anymore, so I need SADDER. I can’t wait to stand before the unfurling sparkle of the sequin weighted blanket that is Grouper. I just want to feel it in my sad bastard body. I need a hit, man, and Grouper’s got the sad stuff. - Tom Sowders

Dustin K. Britt is a Durham-based performing arts critic and award-winning theatre artist. He is the managing editor of Chatham Life & Style and provides content for IndyWeek and Carolina Parent. In your spare time, you can stalk him on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.  

Melvyn Brown is a musician (Toothsome, Broads, NONCANON, Ladies Auxiliary) and writer from Greensboro, NC who is also passionate about the Four Ts: taking photographs, Thai food, technology, and thrift stores. His appreciation of Scotch whisky is not necessarily related to Steely Dan. You can follow him on Twitter, Instagram, or at generalclearinghouse.com

JON FOSTER IS A MAIL-ARTIST, TEACHER, AND PASSIONATE DEFENDER OF MATH ROCK. 

EDDIE GARCIA PLAYS GUITAR AND ALL THE PEDALS AS 1970S FILM STOCK. YOU CAN ALSO HEAR HIM REPORTING ON NPR AFFILIATE 88.5 WFDD IN WINSTON-SALEM, NC. IN THE WEE HOURS HE RUNS PEDAL FUZZ, WHICH IS A PROUD RECIPIENT OF A GRANT FROM THE ARTS ENTERPRISE LAB / KENAN INSTITUTE FOR THE ARTS.

Tom Sowders pirouettes angrily through the streets of downtown Raleigh. Like really aggressively, really windmilling his arms around. His hobbies are not using his PhD and fronting the band Toothsome. 

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When you were young, what did you dream of being when you grew up? When I was a kid, I wanted to be a teacher. In middle school I knew I liked helping people, and when I got to high school freshmen were required to take a health and intro to psychology course. It was then I decided I wanted to get into psychology.

Are you young at heart, or an old soul? I think I’m a kid at heart.

What makes someone a best friend? It’s just a different kind of bond and connection. You feel closer to that person, and feel like you can trust them and tell them anything. They’re usually someone who knows you very well and vice versa.

Name one physical feature that you like about yourself, and one you dislike. I like my hair when it’s freshly dyed and looks nice. That’s not the case currently, I’m months overdo. :/ As for what I dislike... everything else. Because I’m months overdo I don’t even like my hair right now either. 

Would you like to reconnect with any friends you’ve lost contact with? I’ve drifted apart from everyone over the past couple years. This past year, especially. I’ve been so distant and withdrawn, which in turn has made me a bad friend. I haven’t been there for them like they deserve. I know I’m not the only one with problems, but I’ve just been so wrapped up in my own shit. I’ve been selfish. I don’t know what’s going on with anyone anymore, and that’s horrible. I’d like to be able to reconnect with them and be there for them, but I’m just so messed up.

What’s more important in a relationship: physical attraction or emotional connection? Emotional connection to me. That’s what really is the root of the relationship and what keeps it going in my opinion. It’s deeper than looks. Not to say physical attraction doesn’t play a role at all, but it’s not the most important because it goes beyond that.

Name a movie that you knew would be terrible just from reading the title. I know I’ve been guilty of judging a movie by its title, but of course I can’t think of a specific example right now.

What holiday do you most look forward to? Christmas.

How is the relationship between you and your parents? Very good. My mom and I are especially close, she’s my rock. I am very fortunate to have two supportive, loving parents in my life.

Name a song that never fails to make you happy. I can name songs that make me sad, but I can’t really think of one that makes me feel happy. Like, songs that are upbeat and catchy are fun and nice and all, but they don’t really make me happy.

You know at least one person named Michael. Tell me about him. Actually, I don’t.

Have you ever read the “missed connections” on Craigslist? Have you ever posted one, or wanted to? No. I’ve never even been on Craigslist.

If you could pick anywhere to live the rest of your life, where would it be? I’m not sure. I like my state, but my hate my city. So, maybe just another city in my state, or another state entirely. I’d have to travel and experience a few places to get more of an idea.

Can money buy happiness? It could certainly help with some things that are stressful. It’d also allow me to travel and get things that would benefit my family and I. All of that would be nice. However, it wouldn’t get rid of my chronic health issues, both physically and mentally. It wouldn’t fill certain voids. It would be nice, don’t get me wrong, and it would certainly help out a lot, but some things it just can’t buy.

Do you drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Why, or why not? I don’t drink anymore and haven’t for about four years. I don’t have a desire to as of now. It just wasn’t enjoyable for me, and I was over it. It also wouldn’t mix well with my medications. I haven’t smoked weed in about three years, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. The opportunity just hasn’t presented itself. I don’t do any drugs, and I have no desire to.

Where was your favorite place to go when you were a little kid? Hmm. I really just liked playing Barbies for hours on end lol.

Have you ever spent a night in the hospital? I’ve spent months in the hospital.

Do you enjoy being with only one or two friends, or with a large group of people? It depends. Being with a group can be fun.

Do you like the type of music your parents listen to? Do your parents like the type of music you listen to? Yeah, some. My mom and I listen to a lot of the same. She likes current stuff and music from throughout the 2000s, some 90s stuff, 80s stuff, oldies, and classic rock. I like all that as well.  My dad likes some current stuff, but mostly country and classic rock, which again I like all that as well.

Have you ever been bullied? Have you ever bullied anyone else? No and no.

If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? Hmm. I don’t know. I tire of even my most favorite foods if I have it too often close together. If I had to eat only one thing for the rest of my life...

If your partner wanted to wait until marriage before having sex, would you stay in that relationship? I’d be fine with that.

Do you believe in a god? Yes.

Would you call yourself/your family “middle class?” Yes.

Name a TV series you didn’t enjoy until after it ended: Well, it’s more that I didn’t see them until after they already ended. Especially like, I Love Lucy and The Dick Van Dyke Show that ended waaay before my time. I also like The Golden Girls and Roseanne, which ended before I got into them.

Have you ever bought a product from an infomercial? Nope.

If you could give up your car and never have to drive again, would you? I already don’t drive or own a car. <<<< Same.

If you go back to one point in time to give advice to yourself, when would you go and what would you say? Oh man. That’s tough. Maybe middle school or around then.

What’s your “quirkiest” habit? I don’t know.

What is “normal?” Are you normal? Exactly, what is normal?

Someone close to you is dying. You have the choice to let this person live for 10 more years, but if you do, you cause the death of 10 strangers. You don’t have to see them die. Do you take the offer? That’s horrible.

Would you rather be in a relationship after the honeymoon period ends, or be single? I mean, I’ve heard of the honeymoon stage ending as they say, but I didn’t think it was necessarily a bad thing. Like, that doesn’t mean they’re not in love or not happy. I just thought it meant that it might not be so lovey dovey all the time. Ha, I don’t know. It’s probably best that I’m single.

Is it possible for guys and girls to be just friends? Yes...

Where do you and your friends go to hang out? It’d usually be like Starbucks or somewhere with food. Or the mall.

What is the best TV theme song ever? Hmm. I don’t know.

When you’re alone in your own home, do you walk around naked? Nope. I don’t feel comfortable being naked. I don’t know, it feels weird to me. I also don’t like my body so even if no one else would see me, I’d see me. I just prefer wearing clothes.

What gets you out of bed in the morning? Coffee.

Do you want to have more friends than you have right now? No. I suck at maintaining friendships with the two I do have.

What part of the past year sticks out in your mind? Probably towards the end of the year.

You win a scratch-off lottery game that gives you $2000 a week for the rest of your life. Do you keep your job? I don’t have a job, sooo.

What is your favorite sport? I don’t like sports.

What has been troubling you lately? Health related stuff.

Did you enjoy your high school prom? If you haven’t gotten there yet, do you look forward to it? If you didn’t go, why not? I didn’t want to go initially, but my best friend convinced me to go. I ended up having fun. The best part was that the guy I was crushing on had came up and danced with me. I died. lol.

What do you use more often: your intuition or logical reasoning? Logical reasoning.

Tell me about the last book you read. The main character was running away from her troubled life and started anew somewhere else with a different look and identity. She worked on a ranch where she also lived, and they rented cabins to the public. This author guy books one of the cabins, and she and the author get to know each other. He’s a game changer for her. She always pushed people away before it got too serious, but he was different. Anyway, her past starts to catch up with her. He reveals some stuff to her and she learns the truth about some things. She also ends up having to go back to where she ran away from six years prior. Crazy stuff happens. Ha, I suck at summarizing. The books is called, He Found Me by Whitney Barbetti.

What is the nicest compliment you’ve ever been given? Hmm. I don’t know what the nicest would be. All of them are nice. To receive any at all is nice.

Who was your first crush? This kid who was like two grades higher than me when I was in 3rd grade.

Predict what your life will look like a year from now. I don’t know, I can’t think that far ahead. I have to take it day by day.

Often, people will ask how your last relationship ended, I want to know how it began: We were introduced through a mutual friend and just hit it off. He expressed interest in me from the start. He was like really flirty and all that. I’m shy and awkward, so it took me a bit. I was like wth someone is actually really interested in me? Things just kind of took off and thus began three years of ups and downs and something, whatever it was between us. I fell for him hard.

Where is your favorite place to go out and eat? Just really depends on what I’m in the mood for.

Early bird or night owl? I’m really not either one. I used to be such a night owl, but literally I’m just so tired all day.

Are there any childhood possessions you still hold on to? I still have my Barbies and a lot of stuffed animals packed away in the garage.

Give me an unpopular opinion you have. Pineapples do NOT belong on pizza! End of discussion.

Where do you live? Be as general or specific as you want. In California.

Do you believe in giving kids medals and trophies for participation? That’s tough. I think it’s good to encourage the members and congratulate them. It is a team effort, after all. They worked hard. However, it is nice to be recognized for your achievements. Some work harder, or go beyond, and they deserve something for that. That could also encourage the others to try harder, too. Gah, I don’t know. I’m not making sense. I feel like that sounds bad. Basically, the whole team should be congratulated and encouraged. They can get something to showcase that and/or throw a party for the team or something like a lot of teams do at the end of the season. I just don’t know if everyone should be awarded a trophy for participating. That seems like something that is earned for doing something above and beyond or a special skill, ya know?

What was the longest car ride you’ve ever taken? From California to Idaho.

Would you ever use an online dating service? It’s not something I’m interested in.

If you earn minimum wage doing what you love, would you? Sometimes that just doesn’t work financially, unfortunately. That’s how some people end up doing something they hate because it pays better.

Would you rather be alone doing something you enjoy, or doing something you don’t like with your best friends? Alone doing something I enjoy. I’ve found myself in the second situation many times, and truthfully I just wanted to be back at home. :| Those situations are just uncomfortable and unpleasant. I’d feel very out of place. In those cases, I’d rather be comfortable at home doing something I actually want to do.

Do you practice what you preach? Not always. I could certainly follow my own advice sometimes.

Are you hard-headed? I can definitely be stubborn at times.

Have you ever laughed uncontrollably when it was socially inappropriate? Not that I can recall.

Do you often skip breakfast? All I have in the morning is a cup of coffee and a couple muffins or a donut. It’s pretty rare that I eat anything big before noon.

How do you express your creativity? I enjoy coloring.

Describe your neighborhood. Not much to say? It’s pretty quiet and chill.

Name something you only liked because it was popular. Hmm.  I am sure there are examples of this from when I was younger, but I can’t think of any right now.

Give me the story of your life in six words. It’s a series of unfortunate events. Haaa.