#[and uh lana drove right past us]

[suckitsurveys]

What was the longest time you’ve liked someone? I’ve liked Mark going on 14 years now.

Who was the last girl in your room? My friend Rachel.

What are you excited for? Going to the Dells next week, my niece’s birthday, SNL returning.

Who was the last person you took a picture with? Rachel at Vampire Weekend last weekend.

Anything happen to you in the past month that made you really mad? Uh huh.

Do you have any bruises on you? Probably.

Are you ticklish? Yeah.

Did you reject or accept your last friend request? Accepted. It was my friend Lolly’s roommate.

Are you a morning person, or a night person? I’m just not a person actually.

Where was your last hug? The kitchen.

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

Did you have a good childhood? Sure.

What pets did you have when you were growing up? Birds, kitties, hamsters, mice, fish.

Would you ever date someone who had issues with substance abuse? I don’t think I’d get into a relationship with someone with an active addiction.

Have you ever been on a vacation that ended up being ruined? What happened? Not completely ruined, no.

Do you know anyone who has had a miscarriage? I do.

What’s your last ex’s opinion of you? I have no idea, ask them.

Are there any major drama queens in your family? My fucking brother in law.

Do you like Stephen King novels? I’ve never read any.

What is one adventurous thing you’d be willing to do? (ex: skydive) Scuba dive.

How many email accounts do you have? Two..

Have you ever fallen asleep on public transport? (including planes) Probably as a kid.

Do you pay rent for the place you live? How often? Yes, every month.

Where was the last place you went on vacation/holiday to? Who’d you go with? I went to New Orleans with my dad in June.

Does the place you work have music playing? What sort? Not usually. Every once in a while we put some on.

What’s your favourite type of donut? Jelly filled.

Would you ever want to go on vacation with just one of your parents? I’ve done that. Just this past June actually, as I mentioned above

Has someone ever tried to start an argument with you over Facebook? What happened? Uh huh.

When you’re at home, do you spend most of your time in your room? No, I hang out in the living room.

Do you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong? No.

Are you listening to music right now? Nope.

When were you the saddest in your life? I’m pretty fucking depressed right now.

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) Not sure. I think if my mom was still alive it would be my parents.

Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes.

What was the first social media site you ever used? Xanga.

Do you have any exes you really regret dating? Nah.

Have you ever been catcalled? Yeah.

Have you ever cut your own hair? No.

Are you a fan of video games? Eh.

What’s your favorite color combination? Blues and purples.

Has anyone besides your family seen you naked? If so, who? Yes.

Did your parents sign you up for anything you hated as a child? Nope.

Do you know how to use Photoshop? I’d say I’m pretty okay with it.

Who is the best artist you’ve seen live? I’ve seen a lot of good artists live but I’ll always love Lana the best.

Do more people call you by a nickname or your first name? Hannah doesn’t really lend itself to a nickname. A couple of my coworkers have taken to calling me by my middle name which started as a joke but I kinda like it now.

Do you have the right time set on your microwave? No because we have to unplug it after we use it because there’s only one outlet in the fucking kitchen aside from the one the stove and fridge are plugged into.

Do you have a radar detector for your car? No.

Have you ever been arrested? For what? Yes, trespassing.

Where did you go today? Work.

Do you like to go fishing? No.

Where is your favorite person? He’s at home.

What mode of transport did you take to high school? My mom drove me in the mornings but I’d take the bus home.

Name a personality trait of yours that you like. I’m funny.

Name something about your physical attraction that you dislike. Everything.

Have you ever made an item of clothing? Yeah.

Who was the last person you had an intelligent debate with? I don’t know. I tend to stay away from debates.

Who was the last person who cooked something for you? Mark.

Who was the last person who you heard singing? My coworker.

Who was the last person you were upset with? Myself.

Who was the last person you danced with? Rachel.

Who was the last person you had a crush on? My husband.

Who was the last person you got drunk with? Rachel.

Who was the last person who touched your hair? Mark.

What was the last birthday party you attended? My sister’s birthday celebration last week.

What was the last thing you said to your mother? I don’t remember exactly, but I was annoyed with her. And then she died the next morning. So that’s been fun to carry with me for the last 11 years.

What was the last song you listened to? Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan.

What was the last vegetable you ate? I had a salad for lunch.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water.

What was the last fast food place you ate at? Culver’s.

When was the last time you had a sleepover? Rachel slept over last weekend.

Where did you last go to celebrate your own birthday? We got take out at my dad’s house.

Where does the last person you hung out with live? In our apartment.

[scarlet-star-witch]

I loveee the flashbackssss. Would you write about din and lella first time? ♾

I got you babe xx

I wrote this after a bottle of wine while listening to Lana Del Rey so I hope this is coherent. Enjoy this pure, shameless smut! xx

Pairing: Din x Iella (Female OC)

Word Count: 2513

Fade Into You Masterlist

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Din watched as Iella got ready for bed for the night. Each movement, though trivial, seemed to set his nerves on fire, just because it was her. 

His thoughts about her soon turned anxious as the hurdle they had yet to cross loomed over him greatly. They’d done everything else there was to do, expect for… that. 

It wasn’t a big deal to most people, but to him, with his creed and his touch-starved past, it was a big deal. He wasn’t embarrassed about his lack of experience, Iella had never once judged him or thought less of him because of it. 

But his greatest fear, the thought of not giving her the pleasure she deserved, was a prevalent thought, one that had kept him from taking the next step. But tonight… tonight he was ready for the next step. 

He wanted to be close to her, he wanted to love her and he wanted to show her just how much he cared for her. 

He’s been sheltered all his life, but with her he could be free.

He began to strip his armour off slowly, his eyes flitting over towards her frame every few seconds. 

“Are you feeling ok after today?” He asked her, wanting to make sure she was physically ok after the excruciatingly long hunt they’d just finished.

“Yeah, walked away with only a few bumps and bruises. We’ve definitely seen worse. I think Xi’an got the worst end of the deal than anyone.” 

Din rolled his eyes under his helmet at the reminder of the annoying Twi’lek. She was the last person he wanted to think of now. 

Iella walked back into the room, brushing her long hair out, the movement of her violet waves capturing his attention so captivatingly. 

“Din?”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his daze, suddenly realizing she was looking at him questioningly.

“I asked you if you were ok. You’ve been quiet all night.”

Din cleared his throat, reaching into his bag for something they had used before, but never for this. 

“I.. uh… wanted to ask you something.” He started nervously. 

Iella looked over at him, realization washing over her as she saw the blindfold in his hands. A soft smile grew as she felt heat flooding her cheeks at his insinuation. At the beginning of their relationship, he’d been so nervous, so scared to initiate anything.

She was relieved to see him finally take the leap. 

“Oh… well, you know I would never say no to a little bit of fun.” She drawled, biting her lip playfully as she sat on the bed next to him, slowly crawling towards him. 

She hoped she looked seductive and not like an idiot, like she worried.

“Well…” He cleared his throat nervously, her sultry gaze making his throat dry, making him almost unable to get any words out. “I wondered… if… maybe we could-”

“Din, are you ok?” Iella asked, interrupting his rambling.

“I want you. All of you.” He finally said straightforwardly. 

Iella’s face smoothed in realization, a shy smile growing. “You have me. You always have.” 

Din let out a loud breath, relieved by her answer, as if he worried she would refuse. Iella closed her eyes, motioning for him to place the blindfold over her eyes. 

“Are you sure it’s ok like this? I can keep my helmet on if that would make you more comfortable?”

“No, no, it’s ok.” She assured him as darkness overtook her. “I want to feel your lips on me.” 

He let out a shuddering breath at her words, squeezing his eyes shut to try and ground himself. He couldn’t lose control before it already began.

With shaking hands, he removed his helmet, his eyes taking in every inch of her before him, relieved to see her without the filter he usually saw her through. 

Sensing his nervousness, Iella reached out blindly, letting out a slight laugh when she met nothing but air. 

“Where are you?” 

Din smiled adoringly and grabbed her hands, guiding her to his bare face. Her hands rested on his cheeks, making him close his eyes at the unbelievably incredible feeling. He let out a loud exhale, trying his best to ground himself from her dizzying touch.

“There you are.” She whispered, her hands tracing his features that remained a mystery to her. 

She could practically feel his nervousness and hesitation. 

“Din, it’s ok. I want you. I want this.” She assured him.

Without wasting anymore time, he crashed his lips to hers reverently, the moan she let out causing goosebumps to erupt over his entire body. Like always, he felt a wave of calm wash over him as he kissed her. He felt like the planets were realigning, like everything was suddenly right in the galaxy.

She always had that effect on him and he hoped it would never dissipate. 

Iella gripped onto his hands, tearing the gloves off him, desperate to feel his touch, his real touch on her skin. 

One hand cradled her cheek as his eagerly made its way down the length of her body. Without any question, she helped him lift her shirt up and he quickly pulled it over her head, allowing his eyes to hungrily roam over every inch of her exposed skin. 

Her breathing increased, her heart beginning to race at his desperate touch. Their kiss became more heated, his tongue dominating hers so effortlessly as he gripped her hips tightly. Din pulled away, just for a second, to rid himself of his clothes as quickly as he could. 

His lips were back on hers in an instant, dominating and vigorous, his desperation suddenly reaching a peak. He let out a gruff moan as he kissed her so bruisingly, his hands beginning to frantically tug at the remaining clothes at her waist.

Iella could feel his body trembling against hers, she could sense his anxiety, the cause of his frantic movements, and she pulled away, placing a hand on his heaving chest.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m right here, you don’t have to rush.” She whispered to him. 

She cursed herself slightly as he pulled away abruptly. He stared down at her, his wide eyes closing, his face twisting in anger at himself.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out, shame washing over him. Iella reached out, her hands sloppily finding his with her covered vision. 

“It’s ok. Don’t be sorry.” She told him reverently. “If you’re not ready, we don’t have to-”

“No, no. I want to.” He assured her without hesitation. “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I want to be close to you.”

Iella knew he meant more than just physically close. Being emotionally close to others was something Din struggled with and over their time together he’d become much more comfortable. She wanted to cross that final barrier with him.

She smiled softly, winding her arms over his shoulders, bringing him down to press against her body. “We’re ok. Just take it slow.” 

He nodded, despite the fact that she couldn’t see him. Taking in a few long, deep breaths. He reached out again, his hands softly grazing her thighs, slowly making their way upwards to the sleeping shorts she was wearing, the ones that left little to the imagination, the ones that drove him absolutely crazy.

“Are you sure?” He asked her again. She nodded eagerly, her hips squirming, a silent plea to remove what separated them. 

Din swallowed the lump that rose in his throat and slowly pulled off the rest of her remaining clothes. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he hovered over her, placing a soft kiss to her hip bone and slowly making his way up the length of her body. “So perfect.”

She let out soft moans with every kiss he planted on her skin, her want reaching new heights. “Din, please. I need you.” She begged breathlessly. 

Din groaned softly, the sound of her voice, pleading for him was becoming too much to handle. He reached down, beginning to thumb at her clit, her wetness, her blatant need for him swelling a pride within him he never knew existed before he met her. 

The loud moan that escaped her at his touch had his own soft groan leaving his parted lips as he watched her body writhe beneath him.

“Do you need me to-”

“No, no, I need you.” She panted, her hands trailing down the length of his chest before gently grasping his aching length. 

Din tensed, his shoulders raising, his head dropping as his face creased with the effort it took to hold back. He quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements on his cock. His heart was racing in his chest, but he found no anxious thoughts, no self deprecating worries.

He only thought of her. 

“I love you.” He breathed out, placing frantic kisses along the curve of her neck before he reached her lips. She eagerly kissed him back, her arms holding tightly to his shoulders, her fingers finding their way into his hair. 

“I love you.” 

With shaking hands, he gripped his length and slowly guided himself inside her. He immediately stilled, his mouth falling open with a silent moan. He gripped the sheets below her, curling them in his fists. 

“Din?” She called out, worried as to why he stopped so suddenly. 

“I’m… I just… I need a second.” He panted, forcing his eyes that had screwed shut to open slowly. “Are you ok?” He asked, his voice tense and low.

Iella bit her lip at the sound, bliss already overtaking her body and she nodded eagerly. “I’m perfect.” 

Din’s chest heaved and he began to move his hips slowly, thrusting in and out of her carefully, fearing that he would hurt her if he went any faster. 

Iella moaned softly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he moved. He felt incredible, but she needed more. Her hips gyrated, looking for the friction she desired. 

A choked groan escaped him, her name leaving his lips in a breathless pant as he inched even deeper inside her at her movements. 

“Fuck! Stop, stop, please.” He begged, his hands anchoring themselves to her hips, forcing her to still before he lost all sense of control, which he was hanging on to by a thread. 

“You ok?”

He nodded frantically, his gaze locked onto her fervently. He gently moved a strand of hair that was hanging in front of her face. He wished he could take that blindfold off, that he could see her eyes in the throes of passion. 

He wished he didn’t need to hide himself from her. 

Din kissed her fiercely, moving past his reservations, and began to thrust into her slowly again. A loud groan sounded from him, forcing his lips off hers as she moved her legs to wrap around his waist and he found himself unable but to move even faster, his hips meeting hers at a rapid, more frantic pace.

Iella’s head fell back, her lips parting with a cry of his name. She held onto him tighter as white lights swirled in her vision as he moved with vigour. 

Breathless, desperate moans fell off his lips without any regard, her name choked out amongst what she could barely understand. 

“Please, please.” He panted.

He didn’t know what he was begging for, all he knew was he felt weightless, a soaring feeling bubbling within him he had never felt before. It overwhelmed him, it soon became too much. He gripped onto her hair tightly, his forehead leaned against hers in the most erotic keldabe kiss they’d ever shared. 

He needed something, anything, to anchor him to reality, but it was quickly becoming a failing effort.

He could no longer control the coil inside him that grew tighter and tighter, only seconds from snapping altogether.

He looked down at her, watching with hunger in his eyes as her back arched beneath him, her hands coasting down the length of his back, her nails casting a pleasurable ache that made his jaw clench as he tried his hardest to stifle the noises he seemed to have no control over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…. oh, it’s… too much.” He panted breathlessly, slightly disbelieving what he was feeling. 

Iella could feel tingles erupt over every inch of her body, down from her head to her toes that curled in ecstasy. Din’s movements were frantic and slightly sloppy from inexperience, but it was enough to make her head spin. 

The grunts that escaped him sent shivers down her spine. The way the muscles in his back fluttered and tensed under her hands as he moved had her repressing a shiver. She wished she could see his face, she wished she could see what he looked like in pleasure. 

The slack jaw, the wide eyes, the pure bliss the covered his expression would’ve been her undoing if she could have seen. 

“Din… uh, yes, yes, please!” She breathed out blissfully. 

His eyes closed, his face turned into a grimace as he felt himself beginning to slip over the edge. He quickly moved his hand, his fingers finding her clit as he began to rub in circles, desperate to get her over the edge with him.

The build up was slow, a feeling stirring in his stomach, before he was hurdled over the cliff so quickly, it left him unable to utter any words except a shout of pure relief as he reached ecstacy. 

His body trembled, a shuddering gasp of her name escaping him as he made sure to keep the movements of hips in a desperate attempt to make sure she wasn’t left wanting.

Hearing his pleasure sent her over the edge. 

Iella clung onto him tightly, her body arching, her forehead rested on his shoulder as she became rigid in her final moments. 

Her mouth dropped open, a cry of his name echoing in the room as she reached her climax. 

The fluttering of her walls around his twitching and spent length made him whine and he wrapped his arms around her, only holding her tighter when he felt her body shaking against his. 

The only thing heard in the room was the echoing pants of the lovers wrapped in each other’s arms, refusing to let go of each other. 

After a few minutes, as they both came down from their highs, Din raised his head, looking down at her blindfolded gaze. His hand twitched, his brain telling him to rip the thing from her eyes and look into the spacy gaze of her pleasure he was so desperate to see with his own eyes, not just from behind his visor.

He cradled her cheeks and leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her lips which didn’t last as long as they would’ve hoped due to them both being out of breath still. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” He whispered. 

The breathless Mando’a she whispered back sent shivers down his spine and he tightened his grip on her, suddenly feeling entirely overwhelmed by the love he felt for her. 

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*Hides face* Enjoy xx

[saucy-sapphic]

Only Have Eyes for You

Lana Winters x Reader

Ch. 1

Summary: Grey skies and butterflies were not how you expected your first day to begin. You try to shake of your first day jitters, but in a sea of faces a dazzling pair of honey brown eyes hold you captive. 

A/n: This is set during the same time period as Asylum (1960s), so I will do my best to maintain some historical accuracy. This is the first series I have ever written, so pretty please be patient with me. I am thinking that it might be anywhere from 3-4 chapters, but we’ll see how it goes. Special thanks to @make--your--life--spectacular who sparked this idea and is always willing to proof read my work, you truly are a gem💖😘! I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: None

The soft sound of rain hitting your window eased you out of your slumber. Getting up and heading to the window you peer outside, seeing nothing but grey cover the skies above. You let out a slight groan, you had been looking forward to this day for so long, and seeing gloomy weather was not how you anticipated it to start. You make your way to your small kitchen to start boiling water for your tea. Heading back to your room, you pull on the blouse and skirt you had picked the night before. You assess yourself in the mirror, running a brush through your hair, making sure that each strand is in its place. Your mind wanders, playing out scenario after scenario of how the day may go. You are pulled from your thoughts when the high pitch whistle of the kettle blows. After pouring yourself a cup of tea and putting together a quick breakfast, you sit down sighing deeply. The earthy scent of green tea captivating your senses and calming your nerves. You let out a deep breath, quietly saying to yourself, “it’s going to be okay, it’s just first day jitters.”

After finishing your meal and cleaning up, you grab your bag, camera, and keys and head to the door. While heading down the stairs of your apartment building, you run through a mental checklist of the things you needed. After opening the front door, you release a small whine realizing you had forgotten an umbrella. Looking down at your watch, you determine that you do not have time to go back and grab one. Pulling your coat over your head you begin your trek to your new job. All the while, a couple of blocks down Lana Winters peers out her window taking in the April showers.

“Damn, it’s really coming down, Wendy,” Lana huffed as she stubbed out her cigarette.

“Don’t forget an umbrella then, honey,” Wendy replied, emerging from their shared bedroom. She smiled at Lana before saying, “come on, you have to get going. You don’t want to be late now do you?”

Lana gave her a soft smile before placing a quick kiss on her cheek and grabbing her belongings. As Lana drove to work, she noticed a woman walking briskly on the empty sidewalk, coat hiked up above her head attempting to shield herself from the rain. Driving past and parking her car in front of Gazette, Lana felt a small pang of guilt for not offering to help the woman. Walking into the building, she is greeted warmly by the secretary and the bustling noise of other journalists.

Finally reaching your destination, albeit slightly out of breath and damp, you take a second to compose yourself before walking in. After straightening your coat and taking a deep breath, you pull the doors open. The boisterous scene playing out before you causes your heart to thrum with excitement. Eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar, you scan the room taking in the men typing away, arguing over who gets to cover what story and paper after paper being printed with headlines for tomorrow’s news. You faintly hear someone clearing their throat and it breaks you from your spell. Snapping your mouth shut and quickly looking at the smirking woman sitting behind the desk in front of you.

“Uh, h-hi – umm… I mean h-hello,” you stutter out before taking a calming breath. “I’m sorry, can I start over?” you sigh out.

The woman nods at you in amusement.

“Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m the new photographer.”

“I know, honey. I could tell by the camera dangling from your neck,” she giggles out. “I’m Betty, I’m the secretary here,” she offers kindly. “I’ll let Johnny know that you’re here.”

You give her a smile and nod before looking back at the busyness that lies ahead. Anxiety and nerves filling you slowly.

“He’s on his way”, Betty states. “And sweetheart, relax. They’re all bark and no bite, trust me”, she adds smiling at you.

“Thank you,” you breathe out. You glance back up to see a man approaching you.

“There she is! The big hot shot herself!” he beams at you.

You feel your shoulders relax and a smile spreads across your face after seeing the familiar face. “God, Johnny, it’s so good to see you again!” you giggle out.

“You too kiddo,” Johnny replies before enveloping you in a big hug. Pulling back quickly he gives you a small frown. “You’re wet”, he says flatly.

“Yeah, well, it’s raining,” you say shrugging at him.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella?”

“Yeah, Johnny, I did. But I decided not to use it, I thought that maybe showing up on my first day like a wet dog would make a good impression on the boss man,” you tease.

He lets out a throaty laugh before saying, “always one to tease. Come on in kiddo, I’ll introduce you to everybody.”

As you both step into the newsroom Johnny clears his throat before booming out, “Hey, everyone, listen up!”

All motion stops and the room goes dead silent. You turn, looking to Johnny, somewhat in awe that the goofy guy you knew in college could command such a room. He gives you a small smirk before carrying on, “this is Y/N, she’s our new photographer for the Gazette. She just got back from doin’ a big project in New York, which means she’s the best in town,” he compliments.

A slight blush creeps its way onto your cheeks from not only his complement but also from having all the attention on you. Your eyes scan the room full of men, you had fought tooth and nail to be where you are despite having everyone tell you that a woman’s place was at home. Most of them look at you rather blankly, others offer kind smiles, and a couple look at you with a sly grin on their faces. But none of them hold your attention like the woman in the back corner of the room. Your eyes meet and she holds your gaze. You feel your heartbeat quicken and the blush deepen on your face. You promptly look away and listen to Johnny finish up his speech.

“And if any of these knuckleheads give you a hard time, Y/N, you come talk to me.”

You give him a nod and a small smile before he turns and clearly states, “now get back to work.”

The room immediately goes back to the organized chaos that it was when you had arrived. Your eyes search the room for the woman you had seen, but she seemed to have disappeared in the sea of journalists.

“Come on kid, let me show you to your office,” he exclaims.

“I get my own office?” you ask in awe.

“Well… no not exactly. You get a desk and closet that can be turned into a red room, you know for your photos and stuff,” he smirks.

“And you said I was the tease,” you reply with a roll of your eyes.

“The only person here who has an office is me, no exceptions. Not even for an old friend,” he says smiling at you. You stop at an empty desk and he nods his head towards it. “Here, it is kiddo. Home sweet home.”

“Fine, but if I don’t get my own office can you at least drop the nickname? We’re not in college anymore, Johnny, and your only four years older than me,” you whine out.

“Not a chance,” he says before turning to leave.

You groan and plop your things on your new desk unceremoniously. Sitting down, you close your eyes and take in a deep breath in an attempt to clear your head.

“Well that was an entrance,” a warm voice speaks.

Your eyes fly open and you see a woman from before, now next to you and leaning on your desk. You look up at her mouth agape, taking in her chestnut brown of her hair and the way a smile played and her perfectly painted red lips.

“He must really like you; cause John’s never made a speech like that about anyone before,” she says.

Your mouth is still agape, caught in the glow of the woman in front of you, you go to reply but no words come out. She smirks down at you, her eyes taking in every detail.

“The name’s Lana Winters, my ‘office’ is right there,” she adds while pointing to the desk next to yours.

Trying to gather your thoughts you stutter out, “h-hi, I’m Y/N. Uh, I guess you knew that though.” You laugh awkwardly struggling to ease whatever awkward tension there was between the two of you. Lana tilts her head and stares at your sitting form, and you see a playful glimmer in her eyes before she stands.

She rounds the corner of your desk and calls over her shoulder, “it’s nice to have another woman here.”

You let out a breath that you did not know you were holding as you see her walk away. The rest of the morning was far less exciting. A few more people introduced themselves to you while you set up your equipment. However, none of them were of interest to you, the only person you wanted to get to know was Lana. But every time you would glance in her direction, she was always too busy with one thing or another.

With lunch approaching, you tidy your desk and make your way across the street to the small café. You set your meal down and as you go to take a bite, a familiar voice stops you.

“Mind if I join you?” Lana asks.

You look up at her with wide eyes and shake your head.

She sits down and begins to eat her sandwich as you stare dumbfounded at her.

“Are you always this quiet?” she asks.

You go to shake your head, before stopping abruptly to say, “no, not usually.”

She hums before taking another bite and looking at you quizzically. “Do you plan on eating that or just holding it up for an hour?” she teases, pointing to your uneaten sandwich.

You look down at the sandwich your holding and inwardly groan at how awkward you were being. You take a bite, chewing slowly, and look back up at Lana. She giggles at you and you feel your heartbeat jump at the sound. “You know you don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry,” she offers.

“Oh, trust me, I’m always hungry,” you joke, letting loose for a second.

At this Lana lets out a full laugh. “Ahh, so she does speak,” she teases.

You look at her apologetically, “I’m sorry, you’re just so…” you stop yourself before the word beautiful could spill out of your mouth.

“So?” she asks curiously.

“Umm… so… confident,” you say instead. “You’re the only female reporter in town and by what it looked like, the hardest working one too. It’s somewhat intimidating,” you explain shyly.

Lana gives you a bright smile and nods, “you’re pretty intimidating too, sweetheart.” Hearing the term of endearment causes blush to bloom on your face.

You take another bite to hide your blush you ask, “how so?”

“Well, you’re the new hotshot photographer from New York City, I’d say that’s pretty intimidating.”

You giggle at her comment, which causes her smile to widen further. “I was just helping a friend with a project, it was nothing that big really,” you explain.

She playfully squints at you before questioning, “what paper was the project for?”

“The New York Times…” you quietly mumble out.

“See, I was right, you are a big hot shot from New York!” she smirks. “And you shouldn’t be shy about it either, it’s pretty impressive.”

You smile at her and give her a quiet thanks, the rest of the lunch is spent in comfortable silence. As the two of you make your way back to the Gazette, Lana turns to you and asks, “did you walk to work this morning?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I saw you while I was driving by. If you want, I can give you a ride,” she offers.

“Lana, you don’t have to do that,” you tell her.

“Y/N, it’s no bother, I was coming from the same direction as you were.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“Trust me, it’s truly no trouble at all. I can even give you a ride today after work,” she beams.

“O-okay, thank you,” you respond entering the building before you.  

As the rest of the day progresses the hustle and bustle start to die down, and by 4:30 everyone seems to have packed up.

While you work to convert the large closet Johnny designated as your darkroom Lana approaches you. “Hey, you ready to head out?”

You look up from your equipment and see Lana casually leaning her hip against the doorframe. The golden light from the sunset radiating around her and you cannot help but gaze at her body from head to toe. Too bewitched by her form, you barely register her question. The clearing of her throat snaps you out of your trance and you mumble out a quick apology. “Uh-h…umm… yeah, sorry. Let me just grab my bag and camera and I’ll be ready to go.”

You quickly rush out of the room and head straight for your desk, almost knocking into Lana on the way. Your eyes were trained on the ground trying your best to hide how the pink coloring your cheeks. Little did you know, Lana was behind you with a cocky smile playing at her lips while her eyes raked your body, staring at your hips longer than she would like to admit. 

After gathering your things Lana shows you to her car. She starts it and the two of you sit in awkward silence for a few minutes. Lana glances at you before asking, “do you mind if I turn on the radio?”

You release the breath you had been holding and reply, “no, not at all.”

As the radio comes to life, a familiar tune causes your shoulders to relax and a smile to flourish on your face. Lana notices the subtle change and lets out a relaxed giggle. “I Only Have Eyes for You is one of my favorite songs,” she says.

You turn to face her, the smile on your face growing wider. “Mine too,” you reply as you begin to hum along to the song causing Lana’s smile to widen. As you reach your apartment the song slowly starts to fade out. Turning to Lana you say, “thank you again, you really don’t have to do all of this for me.”

Lana giggles out, “really it’s no problem at all. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

You cannot help but smile as you leave her car. Walking up the steps to your building you turn to see Lana watching you intently, offering a flirtatious wave as you make your way to the door. After stepping through the threshold, you give Lana a wave goodbye and she gives you a wink back. You feel your heart skip a beat as you go to close the door. Leaning against the now-closed door, you let out a sigh mumbling to yourself, “God, I’m in trouble.”

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Video Games

Loosely based off of the song by Lana Del Rey

Channie: hey babe i'm out front

I hate this. He comes like 10 minutes before he says he’d actually be here, it never fails. So as usual I'm scurrying about trying to look good for my man.

I walk outside and lock the door and there he is, leaning up against his brand new black sports car we picked out earlier this week, yet have already had sex in twice. He's wearing his favorite black bomber jacket and jeans with a white t-shirt.

“There's my favorite greaser”

He rolls his eyes and throws his head back. He hates when I use that line because he has yet to see the movie. He opens the door for me as he always does. Although he may be a bit on the rough side he's always the perfect gentleman.

We listen to some band he's stuck on this week as we ride to his house, his hand on my thigh the whole time.

We get to his house and he tosses me a beer and challenges me to a game of mario kart. “You think you can beat me after last time?” he's referring to when I challenged him and lost 4 rounds back to back. “Oh! You are so on loser.”

After losing the first 2 games I start to get bored with it. I lean over and kiss his neck to try and get his attention, and maybe distract from my embarrassing lack of skill at driving princess peach around the map.

“Nuh uh I don't-- is that what i think it is?” I completely forgot that in my previous scurrying earlier I grabbed a random perfume and am just now realizing it's Chan’s favorite, Miss Dior Eau De Parfum. He looks me up and down taking me in completely. He notices I have on his favorite sundress the strappy one with the red stripes. “You know what this dress does to me peaches” yes I do and I love the outcome every time. I had it on the day we met.

Me and a few friends went bar hopping on a Thursday celebrating our past nursing exam we all passed with flying colors. After a little too much bourbon I was convinced I was shakira and got up on stage and started singing with the band who got a kick out of it. The whole time I felt a set of eyes on me. Not the bunch from the people in the bar but just one set that was burning a hole in me. When I was done my friends clapped and were laughing their asses off. “Mr tall dark and handsome has been staring at you since we walked in!” I look over and notice the man that was staring at me on stage. He was handsome but he looked like he ran with the wrong crowd and I wasn’t that type. But then he gave me a smile and I was hooked. “Holy duck he’s getting up!!! Teeth check” I smile and let her see if there was any lipstick on my teeth. He reaches me right as Iris by the goo goo dolls started playing. “May I interest you in a dance with me?” He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. “So what’s your name gorgeous?” “Y/N” “That’s a beautiful name matching this beautiful face.” I flushed even though it was cheesy and over used. “You look like you like the bad types, is that true?” “I like anything I attract but I will say you’re a bit different for me” he notices my confused face and explains “I can tell you aren't used to the fast life like me.” “Well why did you choose me?” “They say that the world was built for two, Only worth living if somebody is loving you” I smile at his choice of words that sounded like something from poetry. We ended up playing pool and darts that night and after a long night he drove me home and we kissed under the blue lights of his living room as he held me in his strong arms while we talked all night.

It's been 3 years since that night and it's still as fast as ever with the love of my life. He notices my spaced out face and laughs. “What's going on in there?” as he pokes my temple. I snap out of my flashback “Heaven is a place on earth with you my love.”

He blushes at my sudden affection and kisses me again.

“It's better than I ever even knew, only worth living if somebody is loving you”

It's my turn to blush as he repeats the words from that night.

“It's you, it's always you, my reason worth living.” He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, “Why don't you tell me everything you wanna do while i'm between these gorgeous legs of yours.”

[cdyssey]

Once Rewatch: Snow Falls, 1x03

“You’re a... girl?!”

“Woman.”

And then she clocks David upside the face with a big rock.

Now this is start of a beautiful pair. :’)

Omg, I’d forgotten that MM had gone on a date with Whale.

Talk about awkward.

Hm, I also think I’ll do some Whale analysis here as well. He’s arrogant, misogynistic, and kind of spineless when it comes to dealing with forces more powerful than himself. I think this is a great interpretation of source material, lol.

Bc if we’re being honest here, Victor Frankenstein is a whiny college dropout, a prototypical incel who probably passed biology but severely failed ethics.

I’m not crying—there’s just some Snowing in my eye.

On a related note, Isham’s swelling score is particularly powerful here; he amps up the suspense perfectly.

I love Once’s retcon of the name Prince Charming; it works so much better as an ironic moniker.

Snow: “True love? It doesn’t exist. It’s all arranged marriages and business transactions.” (1) So in my writeup on the pilot, I wrote something to the effect that Snow is less vulnerable to optimism than David is, that she’s long been disillusioned about the possibility for happy endings. I think this quote backs that sentiment up quite nicely. (2) I know A&E probably haven’t figured out the logistics of Regina and Leopold by this point, but even still, this quote very well applies to their farce of a marriage. (Snow’s cognition and/or ignorance of this is such a rich place to explore in fic.)

Emma (talking about Regina): Where does she think you are anyway?

Henry: Playing Whack-a-Mole.

Emma: And she bought that?

Henry: She wants to believe it, so she does.

This exchange is funny but also purty revealing, even if Henry doesn’t quite know it. Regina desperately wants things between them to return back to normal, so when Henry tells her that he’s off doing something normal, that he’s returning to his old habits of playing games and having fun and not becoming Storybooke’s new junior sleuth, she’s more than ready to take his word at face value.

Side-by-side, Ginny and Jared look so much alike, and I love that. <3 They also share a buoyant, youthful kind of energy when they play off each other. So I hereby headcanon that Snow and Henry, post-uh-everything, are always going out on mini-adventures together. With their combined imaginations and mutual penchants for curiosity, this grandmother-grandson can make even the most mundane of grocery runs into something like a hunt for buried treasure.

Regina: “Now you’re lying to me?” A simple question which cues us in on lying being a v. new trait that has surfaced in Henry. The psychology of it is pretty logical. She lied to him, and now he’s reciprocating the favor, both of them unable to trust each other at this point.

So Regina says that she found David lying on the side of the road somewhere and that she brought him to the hospital. Whale supports this statement and claims that she saved his life by this act. Assuming that this is true, then I’m reminded of that popular meta which essentially proposed that the Evil Queen rarely, if ever, made a move that would deeply or permanently harm Snow. Theoretically, Regina could have left him on the side of the road to die, could have dealt Snow an irreparable amount of damage without so much as lifting a finger... but she didn’t. #SnowQueen

“Enjoy my shirt... because that’s all you’re getting.” SJKhdsha. 

I like to think that Emma kept the shirt, and every once and while, she pulls it on just so she can mock a v. embarrassed Regina. “Hey, Regina, what was it you said to me again? You know, back when you wore a lot of dark eyeliner and had a giant stick up your—” “Oh, shut up, Miss Swan.”

Lolol, I love how Storybrooke’s hospital is apparently bordered by the woods. That’s some reaaaaally safe architectural planning there.

Snow wants to go somewhere “isolated, where she can never get hurt,” and in the context of the entire show, I hurt to fully comprehend that Snow’s young life was a hellhole. Her parents were killed, she’s forced out of her kingdom and into exile by a vengeful witch, and now, as a bandit, her existence, for all its flux, is constantly defined by paranoia and fear and cynicism and... well... guilt.

In the grand scheme of things, I think we sometimes forget about Snow.

How much she’s endured.

How much she’s suffered.

Snow: She blames me for ruining her life.

David: Did you?

Snow: [Pausing, thinking, her voice hard and wistful.] Yes.

This is a great beat because it further emphasizes that this isn’t your Disneyfied version of Snow White and the Evil Queen.

There’s no such thing as black and white morality in the world of Once Upon A Time.

The Evil Queen wasn’t always evil.

Snow White was not always as pure as the color of her name.

It’s complicated.

They both are.

MM: “Henry told me that you were from a similar situation to his own?” Honestly, beyond the fact that they were both adopted, I don’t think comparing Henry and Emma’s situations is exactly... apt. Emma bounced around from foster home to foster home and had to deal with the fact that she was ‘abandoned’ by her parents. Henry was given up by Emma to receive his best possible chance at life, and accordingly, he grew up in a mansion with a—as we’ll come to find out—loving mother. 

But, lol, that’s not the point the show’s trying to make here. Point is, Emma is a lost kid, and she’s trying so hard to make sure that Henry doesn’t end up being one as well. Plus, it’s heartbreakingly ironic that the very person she’s been trying to find is standing right next to her.

Oh, Kathryn, you have a v. painful arc coming up.

You know, had I been in the OUAT fandom when Ginny and Josh announced that they were together, that would have been the end of me.

The chemistry between these two is incomparable.

Like, I know it’s for the aesthetic™, but this bag is so impractical for the life Snow lives, lololol. 

Had to include these iconic lines.

Regina: We’ll talk about your insubordination later. Do you know what insubordination means?

Henry: [Shakes his head.]

Regina: It means you’re grounded.

Good God—Kathryn’s fake backstory is so intricate and moving. (Also, I love Anastasia Griffith. She really portrays the duality of Abigail/Kathryn well.)

“Because all of this has reminded me of something, oh, so very important... how grateful I am to have Henry.”

“Because not having somebody... well, that’s the worst curse imaginable.”

Lana Parrilla has no right giving such a nuanced performance of what should have been a one-dimension villain.

But that’s why we love her.

Over the course of the seasons, we learned that the curse backfired on Regina. Sure, everyone was miserable, but so was she... and at least her victims weren’t even cognizant of the fact that they were cursed. Heck, in that sense, they had it better than she did.

So in exacting her perfect revenge, Regina only deepened the void inside of her, drove herself to an emptiness like no other she has felt before.

By the time Greg and Owen showed up, it was nearly unbearable.

And then... she adopted Henry.

And suddenly, she wasn’t alone anymore.

Without Henry, her life is but a void, an emptiness, a nothingness of her own design, and right now, Emma Swan is a perceived threat to the tenuous solace she has carved out for herself these past ten years.

What Regina doesn’t understand is that she’s the real threat.

She’s the one who is ultimately pushing Henry away.

Okay, y’all aren’t allowed to make eye-contact anymore. 😭

:’)

I think I can safely say that “Snow Falls” is one of the most tightly written and acted episodes in the series. On an architectural level, the dialogue parallels were especially poignant, and the sentimental moments were well chosen. For instance, concluding the episode on this sweet, tender moment between Emma and Mary Margaret is an expert choice that ameliorates the Snowing pathos we’re currently feeling. Theatrically, it’s the little nuances that make “Snow Falls” so great: JMO’s uncomfortable vulnerability as Emma talks about her history with MM, the mutual attractions of Snow and David that surface in meaningful glances expertly affected by Ginny and Josh, the softnesses Lana and Anastasia imbue their hardened characters with.

Just really wonderful stuff all around.

[ask-bohemian-ilse]

1-100

1. last kiss

most likely wendla. it’s been awhile.

2. last phone call

@ask-reinhold​

3. last text message

“imagine how off your head you’d have to be to envision me as the virgin mary!”

4. last song you listened to

“motel 6″ by lana del rey

5. last time you cried

yesterday

HAVE YOU EVER:

6. dated someone twice

nope

7. been cheated on

no

8. self harmed

no, or i don’t consider so

9. lost someone special

yes

10. been depressed

in medical terms, i can’t say. i’ve certainly felt depressed in moments. chronically? not really.

11. been drunk and threw up

at least once a week!

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:

12. had sex

no.

13. how many people have you had sex with this year?

zero

15. made a new friend

so many!

17. laughed until you cried

absolutely!

18. met someone who changed you

yes, definitely.

19. found out who your true friends were

too complicated of an answer for this long post

20. found out someone was talking about you

oh yeah.

26. what did you do for your last birthday

rein drove me out to his hometown! we explored for awhile, and i legally purchased my first legal drink! it was incredible.

27. what time did you wake up today

6:15

29. name something you CANNOT wait for

SUMMER!

30. last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same time

they were both in the kitchen at some point this morning.

31. what is one thing you wish you could change about your life

the past fifteen years of it.

32. what are you listening to right now

nothing

33. when is the last time you had sex?

invasive question. a year ago, roughly. 

34. who’s getting on your nerves right now

a...shall we say, acquaintance who has been hounding me about getting back into the business. please.

35. most visited webpage

the urban legends homepage

36. favorite colour

answered

37. nicknames

elsa, else, nuemann (spelled that way), manny (thanks rein), sweetheart/princess (don’t even think about it if you aren’t max von trenk), kid (bobby only please)

38. relationship status

single

39. zodiac sign

taurus

40. male or female

female

41. primary school

didn’t go

42. secondary school

none of your business

43. high school/college

none of your business!

44. eye color

blue-green (lighting dependent)

46. height

5′2″ AND THREE QUARTERS. THE THREE QUARTERS ARE IMPORTANT TO ME.

47. do you have a crush on someone

unfortunately!

48. what do you like about yourself

i am unashamedly me, bitch!

49. piercings

five! both ears, collarbone, naval. 

50. tattoos

one!

51. righty or lefty

lefty!

FIRSTS:

53. first piercing

my ears, when i first was kicked out.

54. first best friend

@ask-melchior-gabor

55. first hookup

hook-up? karl. but hook-up is not the words i would use to describe it, really.

56. first bestfriend

already answered?

RIGHT NOW:

59. eating

cheese and crackers

60. drinking

sloe gin fizz

61. i’m about to

go swimming!

62. listening to

the river

63. waiting for

someone to turn off my too big, too loud emotions! who’s got the power?

YOUR FUTURE:

64. want kids?

no.

65. get married?

no.

66. career

you think i have the capability to have a career? it’d be shocking if i made it to the point where a career would be expected of me!

WHICH IS BETTER:

67. lips or eyes

the eyes are the window to the soul

68. hugs or kisses

kisses

69. shorter or taller

doesn’t really matter, but usually ends up taller

70. older or younger

uh...not THAT much older. in my age range?

71. romantic or spontaneous

both!

72. nice stomach or nice arms

doesn’t matter

73. sensitive or loud

these don’t correlate. 

74. hook-up or relationship

depends on who you are.

HAVE YOU EVER:

76. kissed a stranger

yes

77. drank hard liquor

yes

78. lost glasses/contacts

don’t have either

79. had sex

yes

80. broken someone’s heart

doubtful, but some men who were really off their heads have claimed so

82. been arrested

yes

83. turned someone down

yes

84. cried when someone died

no

85. fallen for a friend

hard, fast, and pathetically 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

86. yourself

on good days!

87. miracles

no.

88. love at first sight

yes...ish.

89. heaven

hell no

90. santa clause

as a kid, we never celebrated christmas.

91. kiss on the first date

depends

92. angels

fuck no

93. how would you label yourself?

a colossal trainwreck!

94. someone you pray everyday for

nobody

95. did you sing today

yep!

96. who from all your ex’s have you cared the most about

only had one.

97. if you could go back in time, how far would you go?

i wouldn’t

98. out of everything in the world what do you wish for

my friends’ happiness

99. are you afraid of falling in love?

i thought i was, and yet here i am, lovesick as all hell and decidedly not afraid of it.

100. do you like the way you look?

yes

[sugardaddycentral]

Connor Murphy x Reader Born To Die Part 1

Summary: After his guidance counselor takes notice of Connor's abnormal behavior, he is sent to a support group against his will, where he meets a girl just as fucked up as he is. 

 Song Inspiration: Born To Die / Lana Del Rey

 Warnings: | language | drug use | mentions of suicide | mentions of self-harm | first person writing | mental illness | teenage angst | 

 Word Count: 2k

"Now, let's begin!" the perky counselor started as she took her seat in the circle. "As you may know, I'm Nadine, your counselor." I rolled my eyes for probably the tenth time today. The circle was a lot smaller than it was last week, even smaller than usual. Normally only 5 or 6 kids actually come to these bullshit sessions. We're lucky enough to have parents who give a shit about our mental health, but were too broke to afford a psychiatrist or any real professional. 

 "Let's go around and tell each other our names and...a fun fact about ourselves and why we're here." Nadine started the session while she adjusted her abnormally large glasses.

I exhaled loudly through my nose. This was the same lame ass shit we did last week, and everybody already knew each other. I eventually tuned out after the first person introduced themselves. I reached for my phone in my back pocket and hid it in between my legs, looking up every so often so I wouldn't get caught.

 It was the same mundane routine every day for me. Wake up, go to school, come to support group, and then go home. There was no fucking excitement other than when I get high. Those were the highlights of my day. It was going fine until my mom and dad found my stash and flushed it down the toilet and threw me in into this fucking support group. They thought that my weed was my problem. They don't know shit. 

 A voice cleared their throat. I frantically looked up from my phone, believing that it was Nadine. Instead, a tall, long haired, emo looking kid stood by the door frame. I slid my phone back into my pocket.

"You must be the new addition," Nadine said, looking down at her clipboard. "Come, take a seat! We were just starting." I examined this kid from head to toe. He had to be in my grade, almost graduating. His tangled hair rested easy on his shoulders. The bags under his eyes stood out the most on his face, besides his chiseled features. His lack of any other color besides black was aesthetically pleasing to the eye; even down to the chipped nail polish. He also happened to smell of weed, strong weed. He took a seat in the chair across from mine. 

"(Y/N)? It's your turn," Nadine whispered obnoxiously loud. I let out another sigh and I stood to my feet.

"Okay uhm, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," I started. 

"Hi (Y/N)," the others answered very monotone, most likely not giving as much of a shit as I did.

"I'm here because I'm fucking depressed. Uh... and one fun fact about me is that I like to read." I slumped back in my seat. Nadine nervously chuckled before she proceeded to scribble something down on her clipboard. The circle of usual greetings continued until we reached the new kid. 

He stood up. Although he was still slouching, he was tall as fuck. 

"I'm Connor Murphy. I'm here because my fucking guidance counselor threw me in here." He introduced himself without skipping a beat. 

"Hello Connor," Nadine grinned widely. "How about you tell us about your erm ...your condition?" 

He scoffed. "Look, I'm just here to watch." A couple of the members, including me, stifled our laughter. Some didn't even bother to hold it in. He glared up at us all. His burning stare sent unsettling chills up my spine. 

The second support group was over, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and fucking booked it. I swerved past anybody who got in my way. But thanks to my lack of coordination, I lost my footing on the curb and fell on the concrete, hard.

 I also didn't happen to see the speeding car that was coming my way. The person behind the wheel honked.

"Out of the fucking street!" they yelled. I looked up to see that Connor kid shouting from out of the window of his ragged car that could easily fall apart with one touch. 

"Yeah, hit me why don't you asshole?" I shouted back, giving him the middle finger, although I low-key wanted him to run me over. "End my fucking misery," I muttered as I gave the hood of his car a rough slap with the palm of my hand. Connor sped away as soon as I walked past the car. He gave a final honk. 

 I felt a burning sensation travel to my jawline and chin area. I flinched at my own touch as I went to feel the damage done. A few drops of blood stained my fingers. I fished my hand into my bag for any type of napkin. I pulled out a used paper towel and pressed it up against the scrape.

"Hi sweetie!" Mom greeted the second I walked through the door. Her effervescent mood earned another eye roll out of me. 

Xanax was always recognizable. 

I dropped my bag off at the entrance and slipped off my shoes. Mom stood by the counter prepping dinner. "Hi," I mumbled. My eyes darted over to Dad, who was too busy scribbling some shit down for his clients. He didn't even bother to make eye contact. 

Mom clearly took notice. She placed her hand on my cheek and gave me a quick peck. She briefly caught ahold of my chin and inspected my scrape. "He's just a little busy, sweetheart," she said in a low voice. "Honey?" she called for him. "(Y/N)'s home from support group." 

Without looking up from his book, he acknowledged that I was in the room. "Hi (Y/N). How was support group?" 

I scoffed at his disinterest. "Like you fucking care," I answered before storming up to my room. I instantly flopped onto my bed and was greeted by my warm comforter. I let out a deep sigh. I tried remembering some of the bullshit techniques that Nadine introduced me to my first day. 

 Inhale...2...3...

 Exhale....4...5...

 But I couldn't even find solace in that. There was only one thing that would help me. I decided to wait until my parents went to bed to sneak out. I carefully unlocked my window, grabbed my keys, and went out through there since all of the doors made too much noise. I made a delicate landing onto the grass below. I started the car and drove off.

I drove off into the night with only one destination in mind. Only a few miles south from my house was a small park. Considering that it was close to midnight, there was a great chance that nobody would be there. I parked my car under one of the tall willow trees. I then reached into the glove compartment where I had a few pre-rolled joints and a lighter. I hopped up onto the hood of my car and took a drag. 

 It was nights like these that I lived for. Better yet, one of the only reasons I lived for. Whenever I felt like I was suffocating or like I couldn't breathe, I'd just walk or drive over to this park and drown myself in the serenity of it all. My weed was pretty much all I had left, besides my one friend. My parents luckily didn't find my small stash that I kept in my car. 

"You can't fucking do that!" I screamed as I watched the green bits swirl down the toilet bowl. 

"Yes we can (Y/N). This isn't healthy! You have a problem!" Dad shouted back. Mom stood by the doorway with her arms crossed. My heart felt like it was barbarically ripped apart. 

 I frantically ran my fingers through my hair. "What, and Mom's Xanax addiction is healthy!?" Mom's eyes misted up, Dad shot me a look of disappointment. It was nothing new.

I let out a puff of air. After the first few times, my lungs didn't burn anymore. A few leaves rustled in the distance. The sound was distinctly, like footsteps. I didn't bother to reach for my pocket knife. If I was going to die, let it happen while I've got drugs in me and I can die calm. The footsteps approached until a tall figure stood a couple of feet away from me.

"(Y/N), right?" a voice asked. My head perked up. I took another drag. 

"Yeah, who's asking?" They stepped out of the shadow. The street lamp gave off just enough light for me to see their face. "You're Connor, right?" He nodded. I had about half of the joint left. I handed it over to him. 

With all of the weed in my system, my nerves and whatever depressive residue slowly faded; for the time at least. I felt pretty fucking generous for once. 

"Thanks," he muttered. He took a puff. I could practically see the stress melt off of his shoulders. He passed it back. He unconsciously rubbed his chin when he glanced over at me. "Uh, your chin..." 

"Yeah, I noticed. Thanks for that, again," I said with clear distaste. He said nothing. There was nothing but silence, other than the occasional night creature and our coughs. The passing of the joint continued. One puff after the other.

I decided to break the silence. "So, you were dragged into support group too, huh?" Connor let out a couple of quiet coughs after he took a puff. We were nearing the filter. 

"Uh, yeah. Some teacher I have thought that it would help me," he replied. I glanced over at him curiously. His hair framed his face perfectly; curls draped down to his shoulders. The light from the lamppost allowed me to fully be captivated by his features. 

"My parents threw me into that support group because they think that I'm some fucking drug addict." I began to mindlessly rant to him like I had known him for years. "They think I'm some pill popping junkie. That's not me. That's my fucking mom. I don't get why they lecture me on me 'doing drugs' when my mom basically can't function without popping a Xanie once a day. They don't even fucking know that their only daughter is depressed out of her own mind. They don't know that I just want to fucking die!" Painful tears formed until my eyes were glossed. I let them fall one by one. 

The silence was back. Connor was almost too stunned to speak. Words were caught in his throat after I unintentionally poured my heart out to him. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my sweater. "Sorry, fuck," I mumbled. I finished off the joint and flicked it onto the ground before crushing it with the sole of my shoe. 

"Don't worry about it," he replied, a secretive and sincere half smile faintly tugged at the corner of his lips. I then peered over my phone to check the time. 

"Uh, I should get going. But uh, thanks for listening to me dump my problems onto you," I said. I opened the car door. Connor stepped away from the hood. 

"No problem. And uh, thanks for the joint."

The day after was the same routine, as usual. Wake up, go to school, and then fucking support group. At least I sort of had something to look forward to rather than just sit at home. 

I definitely wouldn't call Connor Murphy a friend. I still to this day think he's an asshole for almost running me over. The night before, he was a pair of ears that willingly listened to my ramblings. He probably listened to me more that night than my parents ever did in my entire life. But there was something about him that I admired about him that I couldn't put my finger on. 

I shuffled into the room. The shitty fluorescent lighting flickered to an imaginary rhythm. The seat I usually sat in was kept empty for me. I stood by the doorway examining the scene. The usual group of 5 kids had been reduced to 4, excluding Connor and I. In retrospect, it was bound to happen more often than you'd think. It usually didn't take long until someone lost it or finally found better help. 

"Hey," I heard Connor's familiar voice greet from behind. The obvious smell of pot lingered from him.

I let out a small chuckle. "You're fucking high," I said. I turned around to face him. His sapphire blue eyes were painfully bloodshot and hooded. He leaned against the doorway. 

"Maybe a little." He flashed a smirk that made my cheeks heat up. Fuck, he's devilishly charismatic even when he's high. "But I can manage." 

"I'll have whatever you're having," I muttered sarcastically under my breath. I then glanced over at the support group. Nadine hadn't arrived yet, and barely anybody showed up. An idea popped into my head. I reached for Connor's hand and grasped it tight. "Let's get out of here. They won't miss us." Without objection, he followed behind until we reached my car. 

Connor was slumped in the passenger seat the majority of the ride. His eyes would often focus on what was going on outside. Our rebuttal as to what to eat was never ending. 

"Literally fucking anything," was all he said. I grew impatient of myself trying to figure out what I wanted. The closest thing that open was a Shake Shack. I pulled into the parking lot and tried to help Connor out of his seat, but all he did was swat my hand away and told me to "fuck off." 

"Be grateful I'm getting you food," I fired back. Both Connor and I ordered burgers. Even without the munchies I felt almost as hungry as he was. I watched as he ate every last bite like it was his last. As he went to take a sip of his soda, strands of his hair fell over his eyes. I tried my hardest not to stare. I couldn't say the same for him though. 

"What?" I asked. Connor shrugged his shoulders. 

"Nothing's it's just... thanks," he said quietly. "Thanks for...this." He struggled to find the right words to explain what he had. It wasn't exactly a friendship just yet, but it sure as hell felt better than being alone. A pale hue of pink threatened to color his cheeks.

[i-love-shannon-bubb]

Every single question you unsociable prick

Shania you are an absolUTE ASS BLOODY HELL1. Who was the last person you held hands with?A girl,, gals being pals :^)2. Are you outgoing or shy?Outgoing3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?My friends4. Are you easy to get along with?I would say so?5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I would hope so!6. What kind of people are you attracted to?UHM Girls with long hair and light colored eyes? Around my height??7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?One of my friends from college9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?Nope10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Don’t actually remember lol11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“SHOOK”12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?!!! “Strangers” By Halsey ft. Lauren Jauregui“That’s My Girl” By Fifth Harmony“Born To Die” By Lana Del Rey“Misery Business” By Paramore“When You’re Gone” By Avril Lavigne

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Only certain people omggg,,14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Ehh iffy about that15. What good thing happened this summer?It’s warmer and I can wear as little clothing as I want16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?LOL YEuUP17. Do you think there is life on other planets?Ye

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?Nope19. Do you like bubble baths?Ehhh sometimes20. Do you like your neighbors?I don’t talk to them21. What are you bad habits?I bite my nails and i like attention even if its bad22. Where would you like to travel?Australia!23. Do you have trust issues?Eh depends24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Idk tbh25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?My hips omgg26. What do you do when you wake up?I stay in bed for 10 minutes and evaluate how much I don’t wanna get up at the moment so I use my phone for a little bit27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Just a tad darker28. Who are you most comfortable around?People I trust29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?Never had an ex30. Do you ever want to get married?Yeah31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?Yes sir32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?Lauren Jauregui, Sophie Turner, Natalie Dormer33. Spell your name with your chin.nztasha34. Do you play sports? What sports?Yeah, I swim and I do track and field35. Would you rather live without TV or music?TV36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Yes37. What do you say during awkward silences?I either laugh or just say something to break it38. Describe your dream girl/guy?LOL Lauren Jauregui39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?H&M, uhh, Hot Topic????40. What do you want to do after high school?Go to college41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Depends42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?Im just tired43. Do you smile at strangers?YEAH44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Outer Space45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?Alycia Debnam Carey46. What are you paranoid about?Yikes,, idk if i wanna say,,”47. Have you ever been high?..ye48. Have you ever been drunk?Does being tipsy count?49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Nope50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Grey51. Ever wished you were someone else?Yeup52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?My lips53. Favourite makeup brand?I dont wear makeup54. Favourite store?Idk man55. Favourite blog?My blod56. Favourite colour?Grey, Black, Green, Red57. Favourite food? Brazilian food58. Last thing you ate?Pork59. First thing you ate this morning?Oatmeal60. Ever won a competition? For what?yee, a swimming competition for my heats61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Nope62. Been arrested? For what?Nope63. Ever been in love? Yeah to a famous person64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?FUCK So i met this girl at like a gay prom and like I got her number and snapchat and like we were texting for a few days and we wanted to hang out and so we met up on a friday and we went to one of my school music events and like we left and she drove me home and we were in her car just talking and i went “Wow we didn’t even hold hands” as a joke and then she said “cause you never went to hold mine” and so i held her hand and I SAID THE FUCKING DORKIEST THING EVER I HATE MYSELF and then i said “Lowkey i wanna kiss you” then bam bam chicken and ham i got my first kiss,, highkey if she reads this imma kermit sewerside65. Are you hungry right now?Nope66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?I mean they are my real friends lol67. Facebook or Twitter?What?68. Twitter or Tumblr?Never heard of her69. Are you watching tv right now?No

70. Names of your bestfriends? Nicole, Arleth, Aylin, Gaby, Eileen, thats it p much71. Craving something? What?Murder72. What colour are your towels?Its a yankee towel72. How many pillows do you sleep with?273. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?yeah, 274. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?2..75. Favourite animal?UGH there are too many76. What colour is your underwear?Black77. Chocolate or Vanilla?both78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Cookies n creme79. What colour shirt are you wearing?A Fall Out Boy tank top80. What colour pants?Im wearing shorts81. Favourite tv show?Game Of Thrones82. Favourite movie?Ex Machina83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?The first84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean GIrls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Regina George86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Bruce87. First person you talked to today?LOLL My crush,,88. Last person you talked to today?My two friends Ash and Nicole89. Name a person you hate?One?

90. Name a person you love?My mother91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Myself92. In a fight with someone?No?93. How many sweatpants do you have?394. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Uh 5?95. Last movie you watched?Guardians of the Galaxy 296. Favourite actress?Im gonna list a few, Alicia Vikander, Alycia Debnam Carey, Sophie Turner97. Favourite actor?Kit Harington, Michael Cera, Heath Ledger98. Do you tan a lot?not really99. Have any pets?2 dogs and 2 cats100. How are you feeling?Eh101. Do you type fast?Idk102. Do you regret anything from your past?Yes.103. Can you spell well?Yas104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Eh105. Ever been to a bonfire party?yes106. Ever broken someone’s heart?maybe?107. Have you ever been on a horse?|yes108. What should you be doing?I dont even know109. Is something irritating you right now?YEs, myself110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?ye111. Do you have trust issues?eh112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?Myself113. What was your childhood nickname?Nat114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes115. Do you play the Wii?Not anymore, really116. Are you listening to music right now?no117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?Yes118. Do you like Chinese food?Yes119. Favourite book?A Game of Thrones120. Are you afraid of the dark?Hell nah b121. Are you mean?Maybe122. Is cheating ever okay?HELL NO if its on a person, Unless its a test in school then eh i guess

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Yes

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Idk125. Do you believe in true love?yes?126. Are you currently bored?yes127. What makes you happy?Many things128. Would you change your name?N0129. What your zodiac sign?Aquarius130. Do you like subway?the food place? Not necessarily 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Hes gay so thats a problem132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?No clue133. Favourite lyrics right now?“She doesn’t call me on the phone anymore”134. Can you count to one million?Lets see135. Dumbest lie you ever told?I lied to my mom saying I was hanging out with 4 friends when I was actually hanging out with this girl i like136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed137. How tall are you?5′6″138. Curly or Straight hair?I have Curly139. Brunette or Blonde?I am brunette140. Summer or Winter?Autumn141. Night or Day?Afternoon142. Favourite month?February cause thats my birth month143. Are you a vegetarian?Nope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Dark145. Tea or Coffee?Both146. Was today a good day?Yes147. Mars or Snickers?None148. What’s your favourite quote?“Time to stop”149. Do you believe in ghosts?Meh150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

“For the first ten minutes, the prisoners were too rattled by the shooting to notice that they were floating through space, the only humans to leave the Colony in almost three hundred years.”-The 100

[prettyboireid-blog]

Blue Velvet

FIC REQ: Hi baby( sorry I call everyone cute names hope you don't mind) could you do a one shot or whatever where the reader is a singer in the bar the team went to celebrate their just closed case,and them Reid falls in love with her? Thx baby

WARNING: it does get slightly steamy towards the end. The song in the fic is Blue Velvet by Lana Del Rey if you guys wanna go check it out.

Dr. Spencer Reid sat at a cramped booth in a dimly lit bar. His coworkers surrounded him, laughing and enjoying themselves and celebrating a successful case, but Reid was otherwise preoccupied. His attention was turned towards the stage at the front of the bar. A stray curl fell in front of his face, but he made no move to fix it.

A girl stood on the stage under the spotlight. She was accompanied by a few other musicians, but Reid wouldn’t have been able to tell you that. The singer wore a long, blue velvet dress, which Reid noticed was also the name of the Lana Del Rey song she was singing. Her (y/h/c) hair fell in front of her face slightly as she sang. She was the kind of beautiful Reid wasn’t used to. She had these big, blue eyes that Reid felt piercing him, even in the back of the bar. She was the kind of girl he’d never think to approach, she was too intimidating for that. She was more of Morgan’s type, maybe. He felt inadequate just looking at her, yet he couldn’t stop.

The song ended far too quickly for Reid’s liking, and the singer made her way off the stage for a short break. Reid felt himself stand up, brush past JJ and Prentiss and walk towards her. His team looked on in confusion.

“He’s been staring at that girl the whole night,” Morgan nudged JJ. She chuckled and took a sip of her drink.

“They grow up so fast.” She remarked with a sigh. Morgan smiled and continued watching Reid.

Spencer was almost right behind her when reality hit him. He stopped in his tracks, and turned on his heel to plant his nervous legs at the bar. He tangled a hand through his hair. What was he thinking? He took a sip of his water, his mouth suddenly far too dry.

You guzzled water to ease the beginnings of a sore throat, tucking your hair behind your ear. You’d noticed an attractive man with a mop of curly hair gazing at you intently from the back of the bar. As a bar singer, you got a lot of unwanted attention, but there was something about this guy that intrigued you. The mystery guy now sat at the bar, doing a very poor job of hiding his glances at you.

You adjusted the straps on your velvet dress and walked over to the bar near the guy. Leaning against it, you subtly stole a glance to see if he was looking. You were hoping he would make the first move, but you would go for it if you had to. Your patience ran out after about thirty seconds. You stepped over a few more feet and stood next to him.

“Did you like our set?” You said, starting the conversation. He looked up at you.

“Um, I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” He asked, eyes wide. Your voice sounded slightly different so close. He swallowed.

“The setlist. You looked like you were enjoying the music.” You said, and grinned at him.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, the music was great. You have a fantastic voice.” Reid managed to force the words out of his mouth.

“I’m (y/n) (y/l/n), it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled at him.

“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He replied. This guy just kept getting more and more interesting.

“Doctor, huh? Medical?” You asked.

“Actually, I have doctorates in math, engineering, and chemistry, and I hold BA’s in sociology, psychology, and philosophy.” Spencer rattled off. He clearly got asked this question frequently.

“Holy shit.” You stared at him. He laughed.

“All the degrees in the world couldn’t give me any musical ability, though.” He gestured to you. You blushed. You met his gaze, and the two of you held eye contact for a little longer than normal.

You were the first to break. “I um, have another set to do, but can I give you my number or something? Maybe we could hang out later or…” You trailed off, unsure of yourself. Spencer looked genuinely surprised.

“That would be amazing.” He said, a grin on his face that you hoped you’d see a lot more of. He pulled out some paper and a pen from his pocket, and you scribbled down your number, writing your name after it so he wouldn’t forget. Spencer watched you make your way back to the stage in awe of the events that had just occurred.

Twenty minutes of music later, your band was finally done for the night. You helped them pack up the equipment hastily. Spencer stood by the bar still, patiently waiting. His team had left about ten minutes prior, and you’d noticed a tall, muscular man slap him playfully on the back. He’d almost choked on his water, and you had to fight back giggles onstage.

You approached Spencer, pleasantly surprised that he was still here.

“Hey.” You said. He stood from his barstool. Until then, you hadn’t realized how tall he was.

“Hey.” He smiled back.

“Walk me to my car?” You suggested. He nodded, and followed you out of the bar. Your hand found his, and you felt your face grow hot as he gripped it back. You rounded the corner of the bar, walking up to a small Volvo. You’d named it Gillian after the X-Files actress.

“Um, this is me.” You turned to face him. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat. Spencer’s hand still grasped yours loosely, unwilling to let go. He looked in your eyes again, and noticed the deep blue reflecting the lights from the bar. You gravitated closer, unable to resist the pull. Spencer leaned down and you rose up on your toes to meet him.

The kiss was gentle and tentative at first. You let go of Spencer’s hand and ran yours up his arm, resting it on his shoulder. His hands drifted up to your waist, holding you firmly. You deepened the kiss, and he backed you up against your car. His kisses felt hungry and desperate, like it was the last kiss he’d ever get. You ran your fingers along his jawline and wound them into his mess of hair. He pressed closer to you, your chests touching now. You broke for air.

Your chest heaved in the moonlight. Spencer leaned his forehead against yours and caught his breath.

“(Y/N), I-” Spencer started to say something, but you had taken advantage of your position and ducked your head under his chin, pressing kisses to the hollow of his neck. He moaned as your teeth scraped along his pulse. He gently pushed you back up against the car, and pushed a knee in between your legs. You gasped as he reciprocated your ministrations, leaving red spots along your collarbone.

Spencer’s hands drifted down your body, running along the blue velvet material. You clutched his shoulder tightly. Over his shoulder you noticed a few late patrons stumbling out of the bar, and suddenly realized where you were.

“S-Spencer, we’re in public.” You gasped out, gently removing his lips from your neck. He turned around, surveying the parking lot and spotting the stragglers.

“Listen, I have to go home, but please call? I really like you, and I wanna see you again.” You asked. Spencer was really something special, and this wasn’t just a booty call for you. With the way he was looking at you, you could tell it wasn’t for him either.

“Of course.” Spencer replied. “I really like you too.” He grinned at you. His smile was the brightest thing you’d ever seen. Spencer slipped one more tender kiss in before you ducked into your car. He shut your car door, and you stole another glance at him before driving off. As you sped off towards your apartment, you couldn’t keep the huge grin from spreading to your face. You touched your slightly swollen lips and giggled.

Reid stood alone in the parking lot, doing the same. He turned around to find his car before realizing that he drove with Morgan. He sighed and pulled out his phone.

“Yeah, Morgan? I’m gonna need you to pick me up.” He said sheepishly. He heard Morgan chuckle loudly over the phone.

“Sure thing, Pretty Boy. I only left because I thought for sure you were going home with that bar singer.” Morgan said. Reid hung up. He ran a hand through his hair, remembering how close he actually had been to going home with her. It was better he didn’t. They hadn’t even gone on a date yet. Maybe he’d give her that call tomorrow.

That night, Reid listened to the Blue Velvet on repeat, staring at his ceiling. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with images of you in that velvet dress.

[suckitsurveys]

Ready to answer 151 Questions? No.

1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? Last week. I am extremely grateful to have access to a pool this summer. It’s at my sister’s mother in law’s. She lets my sister and her daughters use it while she’s at work and I tag along too.  2. Do you like to party? I love throwing parties. Not like, huge drunk ragers, but bday parties are my specialty.  3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? I’ve been social distancing myself from them for almost 10 years, so. 4. Are you a virgin? Nope. 5. What are your parents views on your relationships? My dad likes Mark.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I am married to my crush.  7. Is your best friend dating anyone? One is. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? It’s an olive green shirt with the Route 66 logo on it. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I really don’t care. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that 99.99% of the time. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself? My stomach. 12. Would people describe you as happy? Not currently.  13. Are you single? Nope. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Nah. 15. Do you have Tumblr? I really only use it for this, which I also haven’t done in a while either.

16. What about Xanga? Aww, RIP Xanga. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Yes. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? Most of my college professors.  19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I think I’ve been in one before? 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I mean, I’d be pretty shocked and hurt. 21. Do you have any university plans? Lol. 22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do? Support her?  23. What are your views on sex? Be safe! Always get consent! 24. Do sexual questions bother you? No. 25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up? Uh, what? 26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding? Yeah. 27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’? Yeah, I don’t see too much of it anymore. 28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook? Yes. 29. Would you ever date a friends Ex? I did that once oops. 30. What’s the last book you read? I’m still working on a couple. 31. Ready for 10 simple questions? Sure. 32. What is your last name? No. 33. What grade are you in? No. 34. What school do you go to? No. 35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring? Summer and early fall.  36. Favorite Color? Purples and blues. 37. Are your parents together? My father is widowed.  38. Any siblings? I have an older sister. 39. Favorite subject? Eh.

40. Least favorite subject? Eh. 41. Favorite song? I could never just choose one. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 200 something. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Probably. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yeah. 46. Have a Formspring? No. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Take them and sell them :P 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Waterpark. Ughhhhhhhhh I miss waterparks so much. It’s so weird to not be going this summer. 49. Been to Disney world? Nope. 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Sounds like one of those things where people post a random status from a list of things that will likely get people’s attention and whoever comments on it is privately sent said list of thing and they then choose something to post as their status and so on. That was a popular game thing on Facebook years ago. <---Yeah, that. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? I doubt Will Arnett knows I’m in love with him. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? No. 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yes. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Yeah. 56. Ever watched The Hills? No. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Yes. 58. Ever called someone a slut? I’ve said that jokingly to friends. 59. What do you think of short shorts? You do you. 60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Yes. 62. What about a B? Yes. 63. And a C? Yes. 64. How about a D? Yeah. 65. Ever skived? What’s that? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? I’d say somewhere in the middle. I had friends, but I wasn’t “popular” by any means. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? Most are older.  68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yes. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Oops. 70. Ever watched porn? Yes. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? I drove with out a seat belt (for a few blocks) and jay walked oops.  72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? On work days, yes. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays.  74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? No. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? I’ve always had a special bond with my dad. I love my mom, but we butt heads a lot when I was a teenager. I feel like our bond was getting stronger just before she died and I’m really sad we don’t get to know each other as we got older.  78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? Nooo. I have zero talent. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Will Arnett, Paul Rudd, John Mulaney, Andy Samberg, Ezra Koenig 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Aubrey Plaza, Alison Brie, Lana Del Rey, Alia Shawkat, Kat Dennings 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Ha, no. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? No. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? Idk what that is in US dollars but I don’t usually buy lip gloss, so. 86. Are you opinionated? I can be. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Sure. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? I used to in grade school. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have one pair of “boyfriend” jeans that I don’t really like.  90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? Hello, pandemic? 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I don’t know. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? I don’t care? 94. Own a pair of converse? Yes. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? There was. 96. If yes, are you one of them? Never. 97. Do you text in class? I have. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? Target. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” Fuck that shit. “Plus” implies that there is a standard size. 100. Do you want to lose weight? I’d like to be healthier.  101. Ever seen a therapist? No, but I should. 102. Ever watched porn? You asked me this.  103. Ever purposely ignored a text? Yes. 104. A facebook message? Yes. 105. A poke? I always ignored those. That was a dumb feature Facebook had. 106. A friend request? Yeah. I don’t accept a request from anyone I don’t know, but I have it set up where you can’t add me unless you are friends with someone I am friends with.  107. Would you say you read into things too much? Yepppp. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? I don’t know. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) Eh. 110. Ever been called a bully? No. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Yes. 112. Ever gone to church? I went to a Lutheran high school and we used to have “chapel” every first full school day of the week (usually mondays). That was kind of a church service. And one time I spent the night at a friends house on a Saturday and was blindsided the next morning when her parents were like “okay time for church!” 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? Absolutely not! 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? Yes and no. 115. What do you want to do with your life? Lol.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? My roots right now are basically a really dirty blonde. And my tips were black but they are pretty brown right now. And hair inbetween is mint green lol. Pandemic hair ftw. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I’ll probably be Princess Carolyn again. Or just a bat, since I have both of those costumes.  118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? With my nieces, but we probably won’t be able to go this year :(  119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? Yes. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I have. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Yeah. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? Oh god, it’s been a while. I Love You Man, I think? 124. Last TV Show? Property Brothers, lol.  125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? They wouldn’t.  126. Ever been called a whore? Jokingly. 127. Are you american? Yes. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah. 129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? Uh huh. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Yes. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? No one has said that to me in a very long time. I don’t recall being bothered by it, though. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? Um, yes? Why couldn’t I? 133. Ever had the lead in a play? Not the lead, no. 134. What about a solo in a concert? Nope. 135. What kind of a student are you? I did okay in grade and high school. 136. Worst subject? All of college. 137. Best subject? Not college. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Yeah. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? Seeing as she’s dead, yeah, a little. 140. How late do you sleep in? On work days I sleep until the absolutely last minute, right before we are supposed to check in for a daily meeting at 7:10am, lol. And on weekends or days off I normally don’t sleep past 10.   141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? A little. I brighten up my face and smooth it out. Sue me.  142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? All my friends are beautiful in their own ways.  143. Do you believe in love? Yes.  144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Didn’t you ask this? 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” It just seems kinda pointless cause they likely won’t see it. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Yes.  147. Are you going into High School this year? Nooooo. Thank goodness. I did my time and graduated over 10 years ago. 148. What about Junior High? Omg, no. I’m old. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? Ugh, anything.  150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? None.