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The Bow on a Gift

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Internalized Fatphobia, Fatphobia, Disordered Eating, Negative Body Image, Body Dysmorphia Tags: Post-Canon, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Chubby Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Self-Esteem Issues, Steve Harrington Has a Bad Mom, Sad Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Chubby Chaser Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss

I'm a fat guy and this is partially based on experience. So you will be nice, or else. (There's nothing I'll do, but I am scowling, if you must know.)

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💕—————💕 Steve Harrington was a chubby little kid. You wouldn’t know that unless you asked directly, but it’s true. He’d been a little boy with dirty blonde hair, sun kissed cheeks, and a thick body sturdy enough to climb trees in his backyard. He didn’t parade this information around, though. Not with the voice in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like his mom; telling him to drink another glass of water instead of getting just one more scoop of food, to check the nutrition label on his packet of cookies (and to stop eating them immediately if the first ingredient was sugar; which it was, it always was), and to stay away from certain foods. Candies, chips, carbs—anything his mom disapproved of, labeled unnecessary and innutritious.

So, his relationship with food and body went from: This is good. To: It’s no longer good enough.

He had slimmed down over the years, no praise towards his eating habits. This was pure just working out through sports and gym class. His meals were portioned out to him by his parents, served to him as seen fit in school, or packed to be the best of the best. Always without the addition of some sort of snack food. Bad food, as it had been deemed in his house. Junk food, as it had been deemed by the public.

Other kids would offer up single Oreos from their sack lunches. He’d shake his head with a wry smile, say something about ‘watching his figure’ (like his mom would say), and go back to eating whatever meager meal was in front of him. A tuna salad sandwich some days. Water and a salad—leaves wilting and dressing a little left of good sour—on others.

He mourned those little moments of indulgence in his day. The couple little chocolate candies he could have before going to bed on Halloween night. A snack cake from the Byers family next door. His very own baggie of Doritos to go with his freshly made turkey sandwich, the champion’s meal after long days spent in the pool. And so his relationship with food and body went from: It’s no longer good enough. To: There’s nothing good about it.

Steve Harrington was a chubby kid. But he won’t talk about it, not really.

Though, he sort of has to now. Now that he’s thicker again, soft belly and chunky thighs and meaty arms. Now that the world ending fights are over and he’s relaxed and a little more sedentary than he was. Now that Eddie is giving Steve sad, cow-like, brown eyes whenever he mentions ‘watching his figure’ or being ‘not hungry’, or when he looks at a freshly taken Polaroid and asks a little too loudly under his breath ‘is that what I really look like?’.

——— Eddie’s sitting on the couch next to him. He’s shirtless, fresh from outside in the pool, eating away at a bag of Ruffles he brought with him. There’s an open can of Coke on the coffee table, gently popping and foggy from the fridge. The bag is shifted between them, open side towards Steve.

He eyes the chips inside. The dark orange coating—cheddar and sour cream flavored. Knows that if he takes even one, he won’t be able to stop himself. That he’d probably eat the whole bag. Because he’s done that before. After he’d not let himself indulge in snack foods, he’ll do that. Take in whatever junk food item he can find, hide away in his room, and eat it until he’s either sick or can’t stomach anymore. Usually the former happens before he knows it.

They look tantalizing though. And his tongue salivates at the mere thought of them. Imagining the salty goodness flat on his tongue. The savory notes of cheddar. What it would be like to give in could only be described as a dream.

“You wanna few?” Eddie asks around a mouthful. He absentmindedly scratches at his belly, Steve watching. Looking between them. At his own body, where he’s begun to develop a little pouch of a belly, folding over his older, tighter Hawkins High sweatpants. Then he peers at Eddie’s, lithe, thin, fit as a fiddle—even though Steve watched him devour an entire pizza outside, even though he had a few ice cream bars, even though he’d guzzled down some beers.

Steve knows as soon as he eats one of these chips, everything his mom said will come true. That it’ll go straight to his waistline. That he won’t be able to shed the pounds. That he’ll be a disgusting mess. Even though this body is comfortable, a little warm, entirely soothing. Even though he could see himself chubby again and know that he’d recognize himself. He looks like he did just before high school, before he really started to lose weight, when he was the happiest he’d ever been.

“Nah, I’m good,” he relays through a tight, fake smile. “Had quite a big lunch not too long ago, remember? I’m trying to watch my figure.” He pats his own center for good measure. Palm meeting soft cushion, like he’s patting a pillow. But he’s all too aware that’s his own middle he’s touching. Grimaces at the realization.

Eddie eyes him for a beat. Chewing stopped, food swallowed, not going back for more. He not so subtly wipes his crummy, greasy chip fingers on his swim shorts. And just keeps looking. “Why do you do that?” He asks bluntly.

Steve chuckles nervously. “Do what?”

“You make these awful comments about your body. Why do you do that?”

He scoffs. “Like you weren’t already thinking them, Eddie. I’m fat. And I shouldn’t be eating all this shitty food.” His hand rests on his middle, scrunching his fingers lightly, feeling that extra padding through his t-shirt. Feels like he should’ve grabbed a different shirt. Something looser. Something less outlining, skin-tight. It doesn’t actually fit against his skin like plastic wrap, but it tries to.

As Eddie continues to stare in stunned silence, Steve retreats in his mind.

Thinking over how a lot of his clothes have become tighter in the last several months. Thinks over everything he ate today—a slice of pepperoni pizza (‘Too much bread, Steven,’ his mom’s voice states), four glasses of water, a banana, the chocolate bar Robin threw at him (‘Think of the sugar, Steven! That’s awful for you,’ his mom rings out again), and a single beer (‘Beer? Really? That’s alcohol, Steven. God, you really are like your father’, and that particular comment stings. His dad is a bigger guy, has a bigger gut, wears larger clothes. It stings.) He kind of wants to cry. To hide. To run away.

So that’s what he does. He stands abruptly from the couch. Eyes on him, still, burning and observing. Seeing exactly who he is and how he’s shaped. And he darts up to his bedroom—trying not to focus on how parts of him jiggle or how parts of him slap against the other or how his sweatpants shift in a way that pinch him because they’re too small. He slams his door shut, locks it, and stuffs himself at his desk. And 'stuffs' feels right because his chair creaks, it squeezes him. He can feel it. Feel himself. Knows every little movement he makes and how it makes him look.

And his eyes drift over to the few pictures he has framed on his desk. Some of Robin and some of Dustin. One with Eddie and Mike. Then, one that particularly irritates him, is a photo Eddie sneakily took. Of Steve laying on one of the loungers outside, shirtless for once, belly spilling over the waistband of some swim shorts, hairy and soft. There’s a roll forming under his chest. And he squeezes the equivalent of that now, noticing that it seems bigger than the picture is making it out to be. Looks harder and notices his chest has grown to be a bit flabby, moobs. Eyes scrutinizing the way his ankles are bigger and his watch is tighter on his wrist and that he’s laying on his chair in such a way that there’s a more pronounced double chin. He squishes that, too. The heft of his fat between his fingers. And for a moment, he kind of wants to throw up.

His cheeks are warm under his fingertips. Squishy. Pinch-able. And his fingers are thick, thicker than he remembers them being. His feet feel wider when he flexes them under his desk. Every little bit of him is softer and more humiliating and just a little more disgusting.

This was a safe body at one point. The softness in it was comfort. And the warmth it carried was a balm. But it’s just this. A terrible reminder of how selfish he is, how over-indulgent he is, how much of a mistake he’ll always be.

He shouldn’t do it, but he looks back at the photo. At everything about him. The roll and the moobs and the soft underbelly. The thick neck and thicker legs and widening wrists. And then his eyes drift back to his center. Noticing, for the first time ever, that he’s got those red stretch mark lines forming on his hips and near his belly button.

Remembers, only some short years ago, when he was stout and chubby and still a pre-teen dorky kid—how his mom would make all sorts of ugly comments about those lines. When she’d see the silvery ones left after giving birth to him, the way her fingers would trace them and she’d scoff. Or how she’d see them on his dad’s hips, making some short comment about how fat his dad was getting. Remembers the look of hurt that would flash over his dad’s face—quick and subtle, but contorted and downward and sour nonetheless. And he knew, still knows, that sometimes his dad can be a total asshole—college and work and doing good in life all stark reminders of failure—but knowing that even the biggest, toughest, and smartest of guys can be knocked down with statements like that…It always made Steve feel just a bit sick. He knew he’d never be perfect in their eyes, but something about his physical attributes being all that matters to his mom, that hurts. He may never be the smartest of their family tree or the best, but at least his dad can find respect for him in other regards—knowledge about cars or sports or hugs given after rude comments from his mom.

There was no respect for Steve’s soft body, though.

And how was he supposed to respect his own when it was nothing to everybody else? When it was gross, unflattering, the topic of every conversation? When he was peered at like a bug, poked and prodded, scarred?

He gently rolls the t-shirt he’s wearing so that it sits just below his pecs. And looks down. Lifting up a love handle to really get a good look. There they are. Red, fresh, scarred reminders of just how awful his body is.

Nobody likes the fat kid. Not his mom. Not his middle school gym teachers. Not his old friends. How is he supposed to believe that this body of his is liked now? All he’s heard is negative. And negative it must be.

A knock on his bedroom door breaks him out of it. “Steve?” Eddie’s soft voice flutters in.

Steve sniffs, unbeknownst to him that he was crying. He hastily wipes at his cheeks. Choked, he calls out, “Please go away, Eds.”

Eddie sighs gently. Rests his head on the door, his hair rustling from how he shifts. “I’m sorry for bringing it up,” he sincerely apologizes. “I just…I don’t know. It makes me upset to hear you talk like that.”

“Yeah, well—“ His voice crackles, attempting to be stubborn, but sorely failing. “—It makes me upset that you have to see me like this. I’m…Eddie, I’m fucking ugly, don’t you get that?”

For a long moment, Eddie doesn’t speak. And in that time, Steve thinks he left. Left because he realizes that Steve’s right, that he is some ugly mess, incapable of being loved correctly. But then the gentlest voice Eddie’s ever carried comes through. “Baby, you’re not ugly.”

Steve’s chin wobbles, eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I am, Eddie. I am—“

“I look at you, Steve and see somebody I want to know infinitely,” Eddie admits quietly, bulldozing the claim Steve was making. “You’re someone that I seek out, a person I find comfort in. You are…” And he swallows heavily. The sound unmoored by Steve’s shaky breath. “…You are so damn beautiful to me. I—I know that’s hard to believe, probably with how you view yourself, but it’s true. I enjoy the fact that you’re relaxed enough now to indulge, to grow comfortable. I love the way peace wears itself on you, Steve. You’re beautiful, you’re everything, you’re…Steve, you’re somebody I love so deeply that I can’t fathom viewing you any other way.”

Slowly, Steve comes back to the door. He twists the doorknob, listening as Eddie shuffles back a couple half-steps. And opens it just enough to peer through. Eddie’s soft, sad eyes are on him again—not observing, just looking. There’s something warm in his gaze though, a warm blanket stretched between them that Steve wants to nestle in.

“Do you really mean that?” Steve asks a little breathless. It sounds whiny to his ears, maybe a little petulant. But Eddie doesn’t look affronted by it or mad. Just disheartened.

He nods gently. “Yeah, sweetheart. I really do mean that. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“Even though I’m…Though I’m fat?”

“Yes,” Eddie answers immediately. And another part of Steve preens, loving that Eddie didn’t say something stupid like, ‘You’re not fat.’ Because so many people have said that. Too many people have said that. “Steve you could be in any kind of body and I’d still think you’re beautiful. And…uh, it’s kind of odd to admit it, but maybe I have a preference for chubby people?”

Steve snorts and opens the door a little wider. “Really?” He asks, a semblance of teasing back in his voice. “Is that really something that does it for you?”

“There are so many places on you that I can use as a pillow. Or that I could bite. You’ve got more space for kisses! Steve, think about how many kisses I could give you!” Eddie emphatically states. He grows a little meek-ish, though, when he continues. “And, honestly? I’ve been attracted to you since like…seventh grade. I’ve literally seen you in all shapes, all sizes. My attraction to you has not wavered, tell you that much. The chubby bit is like a giant bow on top of an already amazing gift. Y’know the kind of bows that are sticky on one side? The ones you sometimes stick to your forehead and then you keep afterwards because you liked how shiny it was and your mom says something like, ‘Why on earth are you keeping that?’ and then you say you like it because it’s pretty and then she rolls your eyes and lets you keep it, but then you’ve got like something really cool and awesome and memorable in your hands and you just kinda want to cradle it forever? That’s—“ Eddie takes a heaving breath, washing out Steve’s tiny fit of giggles. “—That’s…I want to hold you in my hands and keep you forever.”

Steve takes a step out in the hallway, grabs Eddie’s hand, and leads them back into his bedroom. He’s still laughing as Eddie squawks, blushing furiously, nervously chuckling back. He takes Eddie’s face between his softer hands, relishing in the way he reaches up and grabs onto Steve’s wrists. Thumbs running warmly over pulse points. “You’re such a dork!”

“And you’re such a beautiful person, Stevie.”

He leans in, resting his forehead on Eddie’s collarbone. Hands falling down to his biceps. Squeezing. “You’re such a dork,” he reiterates, voice soft and awed. “And it’s the nicest thing in the world. But I…” Steve looks back up, chin digging into Eddie’s chest, peering up reverently just as Eddie does the same downwards. A hand cups the back of his head, running over his hair. “I need you to know that sometimes I still feel bad.”

“Means I can remind you more just how much I love you.”

“And I have a bad time controlling my food habit bullshit.”

Eddie shrugs. “So I’ll be there to help you out, no biggie.”

“And I have stretch marks.”

Warm hands travel up and down Steve’s back. And…yeah, it feels nice the way Eddie’s palms glide over his softer parts. How they tenderly hold him. He doesn’t feel bad, not within these arms. “I’ve seen ‘em,” Eddie admits quietly. “You wanna know what they mean to me, though?”

“Hm?”

“It means that you’re comfortable enough to relax. To let yourself…be at peace. And the best thing about ‘em is that they’ll turn silver with time. Shows to the world your survival, sweetheart,” Eddie explains. Voice gentle, seeking. Loving. “Means that at some point in our lives, whatever stretch marks you have will fade just like the other scars we share. They’ll just become another memory of yesterday. And that I can admire them when we’re a little more wrinkled, wrapped around each other in bed, sharing kisses like secrets. Means that we won and I got to keep you as my prize.”

Steve shifts his hands from Eddie’s biceps to his face again. Holding him just as soft as Eddie is. Just enough to squish his cheeks, just enough to feel him, but not smother him. And he pulls him in. Rubs his nose against the tip of Eddie’s. With all the adoration he’s ever felt for Eddie—enough to make him want to burst with it, enough to warm him, enough to paint him golden—he kisses him. No tongue, just a press of lips. Chapped skin and tiniest bit of crumbs that Eddie, somehow, did not wipe away completely. He kisses just to transfer. A love so all encompassing, it needs nothing more than this, nothing more than softness and warmth and the two of them in a small space. His love for Eddie, kept away and flourishing like greenhouse flowers. And just like those plants, he can share this love, keep it comfortable and year-round.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs against Eddie’s lips. Pulls back slightly to gauge all of Eddie’s face. Adoration gleaming in his chocolate eyes. “I wish I had better words to give you.”

“When I have you in my arms? There’s nothing else that’s better, Steve. I could have you just like this forever, deaf and blind and mute, and I would view it as heaven.”

Steve sniffs, again, unknowingly crying. But Eddie thumbs away his tears as if it’s nothing. And maybe it is. Maybe he doesn’t have to worry so much with somebody like Eddie. “You’re a sap,” he gently teases. But then his face gets serious again, tone shifting once more. “You wouldn’t mind that I kept my body like this, though? This genuinely wouldn’t bother you?”

“Chubby chaser,” Eddie states, pointing at himself. “If it was bothersome, ever, to me, you’d have to kill me. Because that definitely wouldn’t be me, babe.”

He smiles, teeth and all. “Good because I…I do like this body a lot, even though it seems like I don’t. It’s just shit I’m working through, y’know? But I like being able to just let go. Be at peace, so you said.”

Eddie hums. Presses his hands into Steve’s back. Kisses him softly, just to kiss and nothing more. “Then just be. Do it for you,” he whispers.

“Okay, Eds. I’ll try.” At that, his stomach grumbles. He chuckles, moment ruined. “We should go get something to eat,” he suggests.

“Yeah? I heard there’s this bag of Ruffles downstairs that your…boyfriend?” Steve nods, answering wordlessly. “That your boyfriend tried to offer up earlier. Maybe we should eat that.”

Steve nods. “We should see how many we can stack on our foreheads. My record is ten.”

“And you say I’m a dork.”

“You are a dork.”

Eddie smiles, lets Steve guide them back downstairs. Murmurs, “And you’re beautiful.”

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#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #chubby steve harrington #angst and hurt/comfort #tw disordered eating #tw fatphobia #tw body dysmorphia

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oikirstein · 4 years ago

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i—

idk if this serious or not but i’m going to do it anyways 😁

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

on oikawa 😏

2. what’s your favorite candy?

my favorite candy are those rainbow sour belts and also that tamarind candy that you push up in the green container with a red cap

3. favorite love song?

i have such a hard time picking my favorite songs because it always changes but right now, it’s probably white ferrari by frank ocean which probably is more of a falling out of love song than a love song but oh well

4. what was your first kiss like?

lmaooooo hahaha n e wayz

5. what was your last kiss like?

the last person i kissed was my oikawa plushie

6. sexual/romantic orientation?

heteroromantic (i think) & bisexual

7. do you prefer poems or love letters?

what about a poem in a love letter 😉

8. favorite fanfic trope?

50k words slowburn enemies to lovers with eventual mutal pining but they’re both too prideful and blinded by their “hate” that the tension keeps building and building until one of them goes “you wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid” and then they makeout until they pull apart so the other can say “what now?”

9. have you ever been in love?

no </3

10. favorite milkshake flavor?

oreo/cookies and cream/chocolate and vanilla swirl

11. dinner dates or brunch dates?

answered

12. favorite flowers?

probably hibiscuses, roses, purple hydrangeas and irises, baby’s breath, and cherry blossoms (or is that classified as a tree)

13. favorite perfume/cologne?

i don’t really wear expensive perfume or anything but my favorite scents one of my favorite scents is rose from bath and body. some of my other favorite scents are winter candy apple, black cherry merlot, japanese cherry blossom, and cucumber melon

14. favorite candle scent?

i like candles that smell refreshing. candles that smell like food or something too sweet (like snickerdoodles or caramel) give me headaches.

15. what’s your ideal first date?

my ideal first date would be making each other short little playlists on spotify and driving around late at night heading towards the sunset while we play each other the songs and rate them.

16. favorite love story?

me and oikawa 🥰

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

one of those nice silky button ups with the sleeve rolled up to their elbows and a few of the top buttons popped open + nice black slacks

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

red velvet is just chocolate with red food coloring and cream cheese frosting so do i really need to pick between the two?

19. snow, rain, or sun?

as someone from the west, i would like to say snow but i know i love the sunny days

20. sweetest romantic memory?

when i got my oikawa plush in the mail

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

i must be dumb because when i read this i thought of the sims—like the game with bob pancakes. i haven't played that many dating simulator games but for now i’d say mystic messenger because talking to 707 gives me serotonin

22. fictional crushes?

*harshly exhales through nose*

my current brainrots go as following in no particular order:

toru oikawa

jean kirsten

rintaro suna

levi ackerman

ryota kise

mikasa ackerman

annie leonhart

armin arlert

koshi sugawara

kyoko kirigiri

sayaka maizono

byakuya togami

nozomu nanashima

LANGA HASEGAWA

shoto todoroki

dabi

hawks

shouta aizawa

denki kaminari

should i go on 🤔

23. what’s your dream wedding like?

answered

24. what makes you blush?

physical contact and witty remarks

25. do you believe in love at first sight?

no because i think to be in love there needs to be an established form of trust

26. do you believe in soulmates?

answered

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

denim jackets for sure

28. what’s your sign?

leo sun, libra moon, capricorn rising

29. are you single?

yeah 🙂 but that can change 😏

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

be charmed

31. guitar or piano?

i really want to buy an electric so im saving my money, but i have an acoustic and a keyboard. i’m pretty basic on the acoustic i can’t do barre chords to save my life but i’m trying to get better at piano haha. if i had to pick, then i wish i could master piano.

30. favorite romcom?

i like to watch the notebook :)

33. do you fall in love easily?

please i almost applied for a job at pet smart because a cute guy worked there

34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

i want to say no because they’re tacky but some of them are cute

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

i would prefer to be proposed to. my dream proposal would be quaint and intimate, maybe going to a little place that holds a significant memory for the both of us or maybe it would be in aisle 3 of 7/11 🤷🏽‍♀️ i think the only thing that matters is that we’re both sure of our feelings for each other and are ready to commit to a life of love

36. cloud gazing or star gazing?

star gazing thru the sunroof of their car in the woods or smth 🥺

37. do you like to dance?

i’m not good at dancing, but i’ll dice roll into every room

38. what’s your OTP?

dramione aka the blueprint for my love of enemies to lovers + tsunderes

and also kagehina because they just have so much chemistry and also because they’re my comfort ship

like before i even really got into the fandom, i was sitting there on netflix like “they would be cute together”

39. kittens or puppies?

puppies!

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

i really only drink hot chocolate in winter or around the holidays so i think i’d say tea. my favorite to drink is black tea with 3 teaspoons of sugar and a splash of milk

41. favorite soda?

diet coke or royal (filipino brand orange soda)

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

lying dramatically on the sofa and pretending i’m dead to practice how my body is going to look when i finally kick the bucket

43. favorite ABBA song?

gimmie! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight), waterloo, dancing queen, mamma mia, andante andante, one of us, thank you for the music, and lay all your love on me

sorry lol i can't pick a favorite

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

sorry i can’t answer this one without the people 😣

45. favorite pajamas?

they’re red fleece plaid pajama pants and a black tank top or just a really baggy shirt

46. favorite liquor?

this feels illegal to answer

47. do you think about love a lot?

yeah *sighs* i might try shifting to haiykuu or something

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

a walk on the beach 🤩

49. hand kisses or nose kisses?

wait those are both so cute. nose kisses and inner wrist kisses

50. what’s your dreamhouse?

my dream house would probably be something like a colonial modern house with a porch that wraps all the way around, blue shutters, and a painting room, with a big kitchen, maybe 2 stories, 3-4 bedrooms with 4-5 bathrooms (yes i want every room to have an ensuite bathroom), central vacuum system, dishwasher, etc.

i just want a semi-large house with all the things i wasn’t able to have growing up

#gel's letterbox #anon.letters #phew that took me way longer than it needed to

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dusenburg76 · 7 years ago

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lovemesomesurveys · 8 years ago

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What’s the funniest commercial? I like that commercial with Mrs. Potato Head where she’s eating potato chips, and Mr. Potato Head catches her. He’s like, “but you’re a potato!”

What’s something you’re dying to say to someone in this answer? Nothing. No one I know personally reads these things. Thankfully.

Who’s that towards? No one.

Do you believe in fairy tale love? I suppose so. Just not for me.

Is there a guy who you can go to with no make-up on in sweatpants and bedhead and he couldn’t care less? He probably couldn’t care less, but I still wouldn’t feel comfortable doing so. I’m too self-conscious.

What did you fall asleep thinking about last night? All the usual crap.

Do you have nightmares after watching a horror movie? Actually, no. I always worry that I will. I watch something funny afterwards, so maybe that helps I don’t know.

Does pop taste different in cans than it does in bottles? Yes.

Did you know that pressing strings on the guitar really hurts at first? I do know that.

Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with E? No.

Who’s someone who puts up with you no matter what? My family. Bless their hearts because I know I’m not always pleasant. :/

What’s the last drink you poured for someone? I made my mom a cup of coffee yesterday.

Can you taste the difference between Coke and Pepsi? Yes. I like both, though.

What about normal Pepsi and Diet Pepsi? Definitely. Diet sodas have a particular aftertaste to me. Also regular ones are sweeter, obviously.

What’s the last thing you bragged about? I don’t have anything to brag about. Not that I’m a bragger.

Do you wear more than one pair of socks when it’s cold? No.

What’s the last thing you bought at a dollar store? Snacks.

Do you think you could be an inventor? No.

If you dated someone that someone else liked, would you rub it in their face? Ew, no. That would be so unnecessary and rude.

What’s worse, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen? I don’t like cleaning either.

What does your toothpaste smell like? Like mint.

What’s the first thing you do after a shower? Dry off.

Do you think it’s so cute seeing elderly couples holding hands? Yes.

Are you grateful for everything you have? I am, but sometimes it’s easy to lose sight of it or think about the good you do have when so much is wrong. :/

Do you and your family pray before eating dinner? No.

Does your email have any under scores in it? No.

Do you swoon over characters in movies and TV shows? Yeah, sometimes.

What’s the last link you sent to someone? I don’t remember.

Do you ever hear your favorite bands or singers on the radio? I hear a lot of bands and artists that I like on the radio, yeah. Not sure who my favorite would be.

Where is The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants set? Maryland.

Does knowing a person plays an instrument make them more attractive? It can.

Do you ever get annoyed for no reason at all? Yes. I get that way a lot.

What do you have for midnight snacks? I have Oreos, Girl Scout cookies, cereal, and Little Debbie’s snack cakes to choose from.

Can you wear T-shirts and tank-tops all year long where you live? Not tank tops. T-shirts, yeah, but with a hoodie or jacket during the colder months. Though, this winter has been especially cold. I’ve been living in long-sleeved shirts.

Does going to Australia sound appealing? Yeah.

What about Greece? Yes.

Who’s the last person who took care of you? My mom.

Who never fails to piss you off? There isn’t a person who consistently pisses me off. More like something, more than someone.

Should Britney Spears just go away? No.

Would you ever get a tattoo of your favorite band or singer’s name? I wouldn’t even if I had a favorite band or singer.

Do you feel awkward with your family? With extended family, yeah.

Would you ever move to another country? Maybe, I don’t know.

If you found out someone you know is gay, would you think less of them? Absolutely not. I am not going to judge them based on their sexuality. I judge someone based on who they are as a person.

Who’s the last person to come to your door? I mean, my brother did when he got home last night.

How would you react if you found out Edward Cullen is real? That would mean vampires were real...

Is your hair in need of a wash right now? I’ll wash it later on today. I was just asked this in a previous survey. Sheesh, my hair is fine.

Have you ever hurt someone by accident? Yes.

How many gyms are in your city? Several.

What’s your favorite video game? Super Mario World.

What’s your make-up routine? Eyeliner and mascara. Every now and then I’ll put on some eye shadow.

Do you know what the ‘green party’ is? Yes. The environmental and social justice party.

What’s your iPod/MP3 player like? I use my phone, which is an iPhone 6S Plus.

Do or did you keep a journal and did anyone ever read it? I did starting in middle school through my sophomore year in high school. I also had a Xanga for a bit where I did a few entries before switching to a survey blog. Now these surveys on here are like my journal entries.

Do you own any form of a Gameboy? I used to.

Do you own any TY tinie beanie babies and, if so, which ones? I have a couple giraffe ones.

What’s the best part about Halloween? The treats.

What’s the best part about Christmas? Everythinggggg.

Do you like Valentine’s Day and why or why not? I was just asked this, too. I like the candy. I have never had a significant other on Valentine’s Day, so I don’t know what that part is like. For me, it’s just another day.

What TV channel do you most watch? I watch a lot of the Cooking Channel these days. I also watch E! a lot.

Which radio station do you listen to most often? I rarely listen to the radio anymore unless I’m in my brother’s car. My mom plays her Spotify in hers. I’m not in my dad’s car all that often, but I think he plays his Spotify now, too.

What grade are you in? I’m not.

Do you have any pets and do you want any(more)? I don’t have a pet anymore. :(

Is make-up overrated? No.

Which color looks best on you? I don’t know.

What’re you doing tomorrow? Nothing.

Do you ever listen to Gospel music? No.

What religion are you? Christian.

Have you ever seen a double rainbow? Yep.

What’s your favorite store in the mall? Hmm. I don’t have a particular favorite. I have a few I like to look around in. Maybe my favorite just depends on which store I find something I like on a given shopping trip, ha.

Have you ever seen a cat with blue eyes? Yes.

Can you knit? Nope.

Where do you live? California.

Where do you want to live? I’d like to stay in California, but a different city.

What time is it? 12:57AM.

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