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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years

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When was the last time you did something for the first time? Hmm. My days are so routine and much of the same I don’t even remember.

Which do you prefer: Valentine's Day or Easter? Easter.

Do you wait until the last minute to decorate, or do you decorate early? I only decorate for Halloween and Christmas, though the past few years it’s just been Christmas. I like to start right after Thanksgiving.

What color bottoms are you wearing right now? I’m wearing black Adidas leggings with the 3 white stripes down each pant leg.

Do you love life?! No. I love my loved ones in my life and I am grateful for them and the things I do have, but I don’t have this lust or passion for life that I wish I did. I’m definitely not living it to the fullest, or really at all these past few years. I feel like I’ve wasted so much time. I don’t know what I want to do in life or what my passions are. My depression and other health stuff have taken over and hardened me it seems. :/

What's your favorite Starbucks drink? For a little over a month it’s been a peppermint white chocolate mocha. I’ve literally had one like 4-5 times a week. Prior to the holiday season I definitely wasn’t getting Starbucks that often, so I don’t know what sparked the sudden obsession but I’ve been obsessed. I’m hoping they have the smoked butterscotch latte this year, which should be coming out soon and will be next go-to. Other times in the year I typically get a caramel macchiato or white chocolate mocha. I often buy the Starbucks Doubleshot coffee energy drink from the store, too. The white chocolate one in particular.

What were you wearing in the last good selfie you took? It wasn’t good, but the last selfie I took was on NYE and I was wearing a Baby Yoda/Grogu sweatshirt and leggings, but in the photo I had my rose gold throw blanket wrapped around me.

What's on your wish list right now? Christmas just passed and I certainly haven’t started one for this year yet. Or for my birthday, which is months away. I can’t think of anything right now.

What do you use to sweeten your tea? A packet or two of Sweet n’ Low.

Which dollar store do you like best? I don’t have a favorite one. I rarely go there.

Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? No.

What's one challenge you want to complete for YouTube? None. I don’t make YouTube videos.

If you make YouTube videos, do you have a posting schedule? --

When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? Leaving the house during a pandemic, which thankfully and fortunately for me is only once a month.

How would you rate your self-esteem? low, healthy, or high? I’m just a sucker with no self-esteem.

Do you own a tripod for your camera? No. I don’t have a camera, I just use my phone to take photos.

Would you rather go to London, Paris, or Tokyo? Either London or Paris.

Were you a bigger fan of Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? Ha, the previous question made me think of that Hilary Duff song. Anyway, I’d say Hilary Duff.

Which Olsen twin was your favorite: Mary-Kate or Ashley, and why? I didn’t have a favorite one, I liked them both. I watched all their movies and TV shows growing up.

Do you make Halloween costumes out of clothes from your closet? I have a few times before.

Do you enjoy putting outfits together? I used to put effort and thought into that, but now I just throw something on lol.

Would you rather it rain or snow? I wish it snowed here.

What does your umbrella look like? I don’t have one.

What color are your nails painted? They’re not. I haven’t painted my nails in years.

Are your nails always painted? Well, no.

What's one thing you've had a toxic reaction to? Tangerines.

Do you wear headbands? No.

Do you own a boho bandeau? No.

Which do you prefer: cropped tops or tunic tops? I don’t wear either of those.

What's a style or trend that you think is ridiculous? I don’t understand why Crocs became popular. I remember when everyone thought they were ugly and typically they were only worn by doctors because they’re apparently really comfortable. Then there was a shift in recent years and people love them now?? They even have different pins to decorate them with that you stick in the holes (kjfksldklsd that word).

Which YouTuber do you want to be more like? There’s not one particular one, but there’s a few whose personality traits I’d like to have.

Do you wear jeggings or leggings more? Leggings all day, everyday.

^Same questions, but jeggings or skinny jeans? I’ve only worn legging the past few years, but before that I would have said skinny jeans. Those are the only jeans I have and would wear.

Do you like stuffed animals? *looks around my room and sees the shit ton of giraffe stuffed animals all around, along with several other plushies* Yeah, you could say that.

What was your favorite class in high school? English.

Have you ever gotten straight A's in a class? If so, which classes? Yeah, English for sure and some others.

Were there any subjects that you got a perfect SAT score in? If so, what? I didn’t take the SATs.

What's the best coffee shop in your town, in your opinion? I just go to Starbucks. Judge me all you want.

Are you happy today? No.

If so, what made you happy today?

When was the last time you woke up to a beautiful sunrise? For the past year I’ve been up past the sunrise everyday.

Is your bed right by a window? It’s right across from it.

Do you spent more time in your bedroom or your living room? My room.

Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? Christmas, for sure.

Do you decorate for holidays? Just Christmas the past few years, but I do have Halloween decorations. To be honest the past 2 years I kept my Christmas decorations up in my room. Not sure why I didn’t put up the Halloween decorations the other times. I want to put away my Christmas decorations and decorate for Halloween this year.

What craft project do you want to do next? I don’t do crafts.

Do you name stuffed animals still? A lot of my giraffes have names.

Do you still own your favorite Barbie? I still have my Barbies and their accessories stored away.

What was your favorite Barbie? I just loved Barbies.

Favorite Bratz doll? I didn’t have a favorite. I was a little old when those came out, though I did have a couple. I just wasn’t into them like I was Barbies.

Favorite American Girl doll? I didn’t have one.

Favorite Disney princess? Ariel.

Favorite cartoon character? The Rugrats crew.

Are you rebellious? No, I’m like the least rebellious human on the face of the Earth. <<< Count me in as well.

What's the most rebellious thing you've ever done? Smoking weed was a big thing for me.

What's your favorite thing about yourself? I’m not a big fan of myself, particularly the person I’ve become the past few years.

Have you ever celebrated Valentine's Day when you were single? I’ve always been single on Valentine’s Day, so. It’s really just another day, but there were a few years I specifically got my favorite candy or sweets and watched a few rom-coms on that day.

What's your dream date? I think a Disneyland date would be cute.

If you were dating a guy right now, where would you want him to take you? Nowhere, ha. Just get me takeout and a Starbucks and we can chill at home lol.

Is there a guy you regret letting slip away? Yes.

Are you a guy or a girl? I’m a female.

Are you more boho, girly, edgy, sporty, or hipster? My style is comfy casual. I live in leggings and oversized graphic tees.

Which stereotype do you fit the most? Uhh.

What titles did you win in the senior class polls? None.

Were you popular in school? Nope, not at all.

If you won a car, what color would you like it to be? Red or blue.

Do you wear hats? Yeah. Do you ever put your hair up in the winter? I always have my hair up. I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything with it so it’s easier to just throw it up.

Do you have bangs? No.

^If not, have you ever had bangs? Yeah, from when I was like 1 until I was like 20, which at that point I transitioned into side bangs. Now I have neither. I’ve actually been kinda wanting to get bangs again, but ehhh.

How many siblings do you have? I have two brothers.

Do you have any family members that you've never met? Yes. If you're from the US, what states have you lived in? Just California.

Who was your best roommate? Haven’t had one.

Was your first roommate your best roommate? ^^^ What's the best family vacation you've ever been on? Disneyland vacays.

Do you have a Mac or a PC? Mac.

Do you use iMovie? No, but I did in the past before.

What's your dream job? I don’t have one.

What types of YouTube videos are your favorite to watch? ASMR, vlogs, lifestyle.

Which do you watch more: TV, YouTube, or movies? YouTube, followed by TV, then movies.

Do you prefer books or movies? I enjoy both, but I definitely read a lot more.

Have you ever wanted to be a model? No.

Are you cold right now? No, I’m kinda warm.

What do the last pair of pants you bought look like? It was a pair of leggings, surprise, surprise. They were Halloween leggings.

What store(s) do you do most of your shopping at? Boxlunch and Hot Topic.

What style of wedding dress is your favorite? I don’t have one.

What years did you attend prom? Just senior year.

What color is the last sweater you wore? Dark blue.

What do you want to be for Halloween? I don’t dress up or go anywhere anymore.

What is your name, and what are the different spelling variations of it? My name is Stephanie, I’ve seen people spell it Stefani and Stefanie.

Do you like your name how it's spelled? Yeah.

Would you change your name if given the chance? Nah.

Did you ever want to be famous? When I was a kid it seemed like it would be fun. Ha, I remember I used to practice my signature. I’d pretend I was giving out autographs lol.

Would you ever want to be famous now? Noooo.

Who are the cutest babies you see on Facebook? A few of my Facebook friends have babies.

What would your name had been if you were born the opposite gender? My mom said Jesse.

If you had a twin of the same gender, what would his/her name be? I have no idea.

What is your first and middle name? All ya need to know is Stephanie.

What year were you born? 1989.

How old does that make you? I’m 31.

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rumrollins · 7 years

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A Constant

(Based on that post about Jack’s Italian boyfriend with no sense of personal space in bed that got kinda popular. Send me thoughts!! This is my first fic, and constructive criticisms are welcome!!)

It’s their typical routine tonight. They go out to the bar with two or three of the other guys, sit at their standard booth(where people now know not to sit) and recap the day, just talk and drink and laugh for hours. Always the same bar, the same booth, the same drinks even; Brock will drink Godfathers and straight whiskey till he’s pink in the face and giggling like a maniac at every other sentence, and Jack, the lame bastard who knows his limits, sticks to dark beers and water. Brock pokes him for it at least once a night, but it’s always him that staggers out of the bar when they leave, so Jack rarely bothers with a remark.

The group retires one by one in the same pattern, too. Anders, if he tags along, is always first to go. Then Maxwell and Ferris leave around the same time, but Ferris has recently started staying behind, as late as 10. But no matter the little details that variate, it’s always Jack and Brock who are the last out. The have conversations and gossip of their own, things they wouldn’t particularly share with the others. Reminiscing and recalling good stories, briefly touching on the less-good ones. Ultimately, they reach a point in the night where they both go quiet, muscled thigh pressed to thigh while they drink in companionable silence. Jack admits it to himself and only himself that he likes this better than when the other guys hang around.

They leave fifteen minutes before last call, Jack’s huge arm wrapped around Brock’s shoulders as he guides them out onto the street. It’s between going to his apartment and Brock’s, but Brock rarely suggests they go back to his place. Jack’s seen it before only once; muted gray tones, unloved. If it weren’t for the mudprints by the door and the consistent clutter of mugs and silverware in the sink, Jack would’ve considered it uninhabited. He understands why Brock avoids it. Stumbling down the sidewalk, they’ll curl toward each other without thinking, occasionally breaking the silence to make an observation about the world around them(“S'cold out tonight”, and “We could probably go somewhere else next time,” and “There were two cats going at it over by that dumpster last week”). An outsider looking in might’ve seen this routine as mundane, unhealthy, just a bit depressing, but doing the work that they did, this one simple constant was something to latch onto. Something to cherish.

Jack lets them into his apartment fifteen minutes later, hand slipping just a little when he aims for the keyhole. They enter and visibly relax, sloughing off whatever remaining stress they had. Brock lingers in Jack’s half embrace for a moment, then pulls away to carelessly toe off his boots.

“I think it’s time to turn in,” Jack decides, voice slow.

Brock turns at the sound of his voice, scanning Jack’s face. Sometimes when Jack says that, it’s just as it means– this isn’t one of those times, though, the subtle anticipation prevalent in the younger man’s eyes. Brock nods once and loosely takes Jack’s hand without preamble, shuffling quietly toward the bedroom.

This is when things aren’t as consistent. Sometimes they’ll pause by the bed, give each other a quiet look before they both make the first move, simultaneously leaning in for a harsh kiss that tastes of amaretto and beer. Jack will slot a thigh between Brock’s considerably smaller legs and they’ll get off that way, rutting against each other and falling against the bed, soft grunts and curses lost in each other’s lips as they shudder through their shared orgasm.

Other times, when they crave something more physical, Brock will unceremoniously shove a hand down Jack’s pants and have him do the same. It’ll occasionally end with Brock on his knees, gaunt cheeks hollowed as he works his lips sluggishly up and down Jack’s cock, Jack’s usually strong knees trembling with a huge hand covering his mouth and barely holding the moans back.

Tonight is especially rare. Brock guides Jack to the bed and clumsily climbs atop, twisting onto his back and spreading his knees in invitation. Jack immediately understands and joins, fitting between Brock’s legs and leaning down for a soft kiss. Brock’s lips respond eagerly, one hand in the sheets and the other threaded through the curls resting on the nape of Jack’s neck. It escalates from there, Jack roughly yanking Brock’s worn jeans and briefs down, knees raising up one at a time to pull them down to his calves. Soon enough, a bottle of lube fished out of a drawer has been haphazardly tossed onto the comforter, and two of Jack’s thick fingers were twisting inside Brock. Brock grunted, a rough noise in his throat.

“Opening you up for my cock,” Jack breathes, forehead pressed to the other’s.

Brock nods, his breathing harsher. “Yeah, yeah, c'mon. Need it, get it in me.”

Another digit presses into Brock’s entrance, all three hooking, probing upward, coaxing a strangled moan from him.

“Three’s enough, c'mon Jack, fuck me.”

Jack doesn’t protest, knowing Brock always liked the burn that came when being stretched around a thick cock. Knows because the brunet would always gasp it when Jack bottomed out. Jack pulls his fingers from Brock’s hole and shakily undoes his fly, easing his cock out. He groans as his fingers slide up and down the shaft, slicking it and guiding it to Brock’s entrance. He sucks in a breath and presses forward, Brock’s hole unyielding until Jack shoves his cockhead past the resistance of the barely slack muscle. Brock’s head falls back against the pillow in response.

“Yeah, Jackie, stretch me out….”

Jack’s eyes are dark, fixed on Brock’s flushed expression. He marvels at him, awed by how something so angry and destructive came apart so easily in his hands, blossomed into something open and raw and beautiful. He swears to remember this, but never does.

The sex is good, rapidly escalating into harsh thrusts, nails digging into flesh, shared gasps and throaty moans echoing through the room. It’s rushed, ending minutes later with Brock twitching upward, trembling through his release and painting his stomach with hot stripes of white. Jack soon follows, thrusting in deep, pressing his sweat slick forehead to Brock’s shoulder and groaning through his release. They pant quietly for a minute, coming down together into a warm afterglow. The shared moment doesn’t last long, with Brock gracelessly shoving Jack off and sighing to himself.

They don’t exchange words for a while, reaching that companionable quiet once more. Stuffy clothes are discarded carelessly on the floor, and Jack quietly turns to pull Brock into his arms. Brock wrinkles his nose and refuses quietly, the warmth of a human body too much right now. Jack isn’t hurt or disappointed.

Brock soon dozes off over the covers, curling in on himself and appearing even smaller to Jack. Jack knows this won’t last for long, with Brock’s limbs undergoing some sort of anatomical Pangea, splaying out every which way and corralling Jack’s huge body to the side of the bed. Jack’s noticed that Brock only does this at his place, keeping his body parts close to himself any other time they’d doze on missions. Jack likes to think it’s because he feels safe here, but doesn’t ever entertain the thought for long. They haven’t ever talked about what this was, and probably never will.

But as long as he wakes up to see Brock’s peaceful face in the morning, Jack’s okay with that.

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