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yemilnisu · 4 years ago

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I feel you too! when I’m on a road trip, my mind keeps on wandering 🙋🏻‍♀️

Can I request for Iwa? I miss this guy so much 🤧 Hmm.. where his gf is asking him a lot of questions because she saw him with a girl and it bothered her, Iwa became annoyed and it lead to a fight. U can change the scenario if u want hehehe sucker for angst to fluff here. Thank you!

Have a safe trip too!

nisu entries:

hi, bub! I apologize for the late response. I changed it a bit because I’m an idiot and taught that in the timeskip this was Iwa’s job ksjsjs I hope you’ll still enjoy this :>

DOUBT

Synopsis: there’s always something that will make you question your faith to your partner but the question is would the both of you work it out or break it off?

Pairing: gym instructor!iwaizumi x fem!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

Having a professional gym instructor as your boyfriend is fun. You get to go to the gym as much as you’d like and you can stay as long as you’d like and you also get a hot instructor to guide you with no fees needed, just give him all your love and affection afterwards and it’s all good.

But there’s always something that you hate about his job. All these girls can take advances towards your boyfriend. Especially this new girl that seems to take her advances to the next level and you watched as your boyfriend seems to enjoy his time with her.

The girl glanced at your direction, scanned you from head-to-toe and leaned towards your boyfriend’s ear and whispered something. The lad seems to become a little flustered for the reason that his cheeks flushed red then he peered to your direction, when you the two of you made eye contact, he weirdly avoided your gaze.

You waited patiently for this last session of his to finish, either listening to some music or simply scrolling through your feed but your mind was wandering somewhere else, whether what the girl’s relationship with your boyfriend was or what they were talking about earlier and right now. You trust your boyfriend with all your heart but the way his cheeks grew the hue of pink, made you question some things...

When the two of you got home, you contemplated on whether you’re going to ask him or not. Thinking he might get mad because that just means that you don’t trust him the same way he does.

But you can’t help it the memory of him blushing because of some other girl seriously made an impact to you. If he doesn’t love you anymore and find other girls attractive, you want to hear it from him.

“Uh, Hajime, who is she?” you asked trying not to sound like the ‘possessive’ girlfriend. You knew that it was his job and that was his client but you just can’t help to hear what she was to him.

“What do you mean?” he replied and quickly putting his attention back to what he was doing. He was arranging his schedule for tomorrow and he needed to finish it as soon as possible because a lot of people wanted to have a training session with him.

“The girl earlier...” you muttered under your breath as you sink into the couch, fidgeting with the hem of your shorts.

Iwaizumi’s gaze didn’t left the screen of his computer when he sighed, “you need to be a little more specific.” He knows you were beating around the bush and in that moment he was a bit irritated about it. Can’t you go straight to the point and tell him what’s on your mind? He’s a little busy you know? He really wanted to finish this ASAP.

You peered at your boyfriend and he side-eyed you, waiting for your response. “The one wearing the cyan sports wear,” you lisped.

“You mean Irina?” he admonished. “She’s the new client. Why?”

“And? Is- is that all? I mean- how would you describe her...?” you stuttered out as you swallow your nervousness to what his answer might be down your throat.

“She’s kinda cool I guess? She’s the funniest client I had,” he gushed. You were about to say something but the ringing of his phone cut you off. He looked at the caller id and answered the phone. “Hello, Irina?”

Iwaizumi stared at you for a second before standing up and walking to the balcony of your shared apartment.

You gawked at his back while he hold his phone close to his ear. Why doesn’t he want you to hear their conversation? Is it that personal? He said she was just his client but why would he be talking about private matters with her? Did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you?

You came back to your senses when he turned around to look at you, you avoided his gaze and stood up to walk to the bedroom. It was 10 pm so you decided to sleep already. You knew he would stay up until late at night arranging his schedule because that’s just how well known he his in this field.

An hour already passed by but you were still awake. Shifting your position every so often, trying to find yourself a comfortable position. But it was not that you’re not comfortable, the bed was soft, the blanket wrapped around you in such a cozy manner and the air conditioner was at the right temperature. Everything was perfect but those were not the reason to your problem, to why you can’t sleep. The problem was your constant overthinking about what happened and what Iwaizumi said earlier.

He said she was cool? And even funny? When a person finds someone funny they’ll get attached to them right? So does that mean sooner or later, he’ll get attached to her? What about you? What will happen to your relationship?

You wanted to talk to him but doing so might be his chance to break up with you. You felt hot tears stream down your cheeks and you slowly drifted into slumber.

When you woke up, the other side of the bed was already empty. You didn’t see him sleep beside you nor wake up beside him, it made your heart ache. Your guess is that he already left for work. You were disappointed, did he really forgot what day it is?

When you lift the covers off of you and placed your feet at the floor, the usual cold, hard floor felt soft. You caught sight a trail that is made of red flower petals. When and how did those petals come from? Did you slept at the wrong house?

You followed the trail trying to avoid stepping on anymore petals even though it was soft and the sensation of the sole of your feet with the mushy petals was adequate, you felt bad for stepping on them.

When you reached the end of the trail you were at the living room. There was fairy lights everywhere and the coffee table was full of snacks and sweets you love. There was also a fort made out of blankets and pillow, it looked extremely comfortable that you wanted to lay on them right that instant but there was still a lot of questions on your mind. Who made them?

You felt a presence behind you and you slowly turned around. There stood the culprit holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Happy anniversary!” Your boyfriend beamed. He gave you the bouquet and you confusingly accepted them.

“I thought you forgot- how did you even get them? These are so rare,” you were completely astound as how he got the flowers you were holding. You leaned forward to sniff the bouquet and the aroma from it lingers through your nostrils was so relaxing.

“How could I forget? I spent all night trying to move all the schedules I had today,” he grumbled but he wasn’t mad about having to move them, he was mad he didn’t spend anytime with you yesterday. “I had some help from Irina,” he observed your reaction when he mentioned that name once again.

He knew you were significantly vigilant about the girl. He knew how extra fidgety you were last night and how you sunk into the couch when you asked about her but he can’t tell you anything or it will ruin the surprise. “You see, it turns out that she owns a flower shop and to my luck they have the flowers you adores so much,” he explained.

“Oh? I didn’t know talking about flowers can make you flustered?” you bleated. Iwaizumi was confused for a second but it quickly turned into a smirk.

“Oh, so you were watching,” he snickered. It wasn’t his intention to make you jealous but he’s getting so much amusement from it. He wanted to tease you a little more but he didn’t because he knows that there’s a 50 percent chance it will turn into an argument and he didn’t want to risk it, he didn’t want to ruin you guys’ anniversary.

You bit your bottom lip as you just exposed yourself. Your heart was pounding out of your chest when he answered, “Who wouldn’t? When you’re talking about the person you love.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to observe his expression.

“Yes, dummy. We were talking about you,” he bloated. You can feel the side of your lips arc upwards but you stop it before your boyfriend notices. “She said how lucky I was to have you and how extremely patient you were because you waited for our session to finish. She even said to never let you go because you were the type of girl that is one of a kind,” he elaborated.

You can see that he was sincere. Iwaizumi was never the type of guy to give you long paragraphs or tell you long speeches of how much he loves, he thought that those things are just too cringe for his liking and you completely understood. Even though he wasn’t the type to get cheesy with you he never fails to show how much he loves you.

Like he’ll try to fix his schedule just so he can pick you up and drop you off work, even though you have told him countless of times to not do that, he’s still doing it well you can’t really talk him out of things when he sets his mind to. And when he canceled all of his session for two whole days just so he can take care of you because you weren’t feeling well. That’s how the Hajime Iwaizumi shows affection, your Hajime Iwaizumi.

“And I don’t plan to. I’ll never ever let go of you, Y/n,” he continued, staring deep into your eyes and slowly leaning forward.

“You’re just saying that,” you huffed and shoved him the bouquet. You were completely messing with him. The look on his face when you pushed him away was priceless. His eyes wide open from your sudden rejected and lips slightly parted.

Before you can even take a step away from him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer by the waist. You always knew how to tease him and Iwaizumi doesn’t mind, he doesn’t mind being teased by you. He found it kinda hot, how you can easily piss him off just because rejected his kiss or his hug. Only you have that kind of power and affect on him. “I don’t think so, princess,” he murmured, his voice deep and raspy. He leaned towards your face and kissed you slowly and with so much affection.

This time you let yourself smile. Who knew even after years of dating Iwaizumi never fails to make the butterflies in your stomach go feral.

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band-blogging · 8 years ago

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Could you do one for tøp / Tyler Joseph? Where the reader (his gf) is struggling with anxiety / panic attacks and hasn't told him about it. The reader is at a show of his and the crowd gets to the reader and she breaks down and Tyler goes to comfort the reader?

Breathe in…breathe out….breathe in….breathe out…

Don’t cry. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t crydon’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry.

It’s a lot harder then you’re telling yourself it is. So much harder.

Tyler invited you to one of his concerts for the first time since you started dating two months ago and you probably should have told him about your anxiety, but you decided that you wanted the honeymoon phase to last longer then it should have.

And you thought…you knew that telling Tyler you have anxiety would ruin that because he would see you as someone that he has to take care of, or someone that he has to deal with. You would be a burden to him and nothing else because you have panic attacks more often then you like to let on.

They’re usually triggered by something that you can pinpoint, and you do your best to avoid that particular trigger in the future. Concerts are no exception.

There’s a reason you’ve only been to two concerts in your life. The first was when you were fifteen and your family dragged you to see your sister’s favorite band and the second you are currently attending, doing your best to support your boyfriend. You really don’t want to screw this up, but your anxiety has done that to relationships before.

“Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days…when our mamas sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”

You do your best to focus on the lyrics, trying to sing along with Tyler, but the words get caught in your throat and end up coming out as a choked sob, your hand flying to your mouth as you cry into your palm.

The breathing exercises that you had looked up online all come to you at once, and you single out the one that seems to work most of the time. You begin breathing deeply, counting the breaths in your head, your eyes closed, and it works.

But the music is so loud and everyone is screaming and oh god, why is everyone touching me?

You have to leave. You have to get out and run and never come back to another concert again.

You look for an exit in the giant venue, finding one at the edge of the audience in the pit. You quickly making your way through a gap in the crowd, everyone screaming as the boys finish Stressed Out.

“Thank you so much,” you hear Tyler, say, looking back for a moment to see him grinning at the audience, obviously blown away by their support for the band, “thank you.”

You turn back towards the exit, determined to get to a quiet area so you can calm yourself down, then get back to the arena so you can see the rest of the show and meet Tyler to congratulate him after, just like you planned.

You push your way through the crowd, making sure you keep your head down so that no one recognizes you. All you can hear are the screams of everyone around you and the pounding of the drums in your ears, Tyler’s voice slowly getting drowned out by all of the other noises.

“Excuse me,” you mumble, your body beginning to tremble as you struggle to stay on your feet. You look around and keep your eyes on the exit, trying to control your breathing without taking your eyes off everyone close to knocking you over.

You finally reach your destination and immediately collapse, looking for somewhere else to go. There’s another set of doors that lead outside and know that you’ll be able to calm yourself down if you get a breath of fresh air. You stumble towards the door and push them open, breathing in the cool air to fill your lungs.

It’s a relief to be out in the open, out where you can breath properly. It’s not that the music was too loud, everyone around you was. You don’t blame them. If you weren’t out here breaking down, you probably would have been just as loud, but once you began to shut down everything seemed so much louder and everyone seemed to be closing in on you and you had to get out. If it had gotten any worse, you’re afraid you might have passed out in the middle of the audience.

You sit there for about ten minutes before you decide that you’re okay going back in now that your anxiety levels have zeroed out.

You approach the man standing by the door with his scanner, shooting him a quick smile as you pass, figuring he saw you leaving and wouldn’t mind you going back in.

“Ma’am,” you hear as you pass by him, “ticket, please.”

“I…I just came out, I showed you my ticket earlier-”

“I need to see your ticket.”

You sigh and bite your lip, averting your eyes from his hard gaze.

“I left it backstage…” you murmur.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you back in unless I have your ticket.”

You sigh again, feeling your anxiety spike as you rack your brain for something to do.

“Ok, thanks,” you mutter, turning back to sit on the bench in front of the venue, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You pull up Mark’s contact and type out a text explaining the situation, hoping that he’ll see it before the concert is over so you can see the big finale, something you had heard about from the crew members you had met.

“C’mon,” you mutter, waiting for a response, trying to calm yourself down as you go through scenarios of how this could go down. Before you can control it, you’re back where you started, staring at your phone and the unread messages you sent Mark.

You don’t know how long you had been outside, but you had lost track of time after the first half hour, figuring the concert would be over in another forty-five minutes. You keep your head tucked between your knees to keep yourself warm, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket.

The fact that there are still tears running down your cheeks isn’t helping the situation. You had managed to control your breathing, but you couldn’t seem to stop crying. It’s happened before, nothing too alarming.

You sit out there for about as long as you thought you would have to, about an hour waiting for the concert to end before your phone vibrates in your pocket.

You grab it and look at the caller ID, sighing in relief when you see Tyler’s name.

“Hello?” you say quietly, not meaning for your voice to sound so hoarse.

“Hey, I’m backstage. Where are you?”

You sigh, suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed that you managed to get yourself stuck outside during a panic attack.

“I’m…I’m outside. In front of the venue?”

“What? What do you mean, are you okay?”

You sniff and more tears run down your cheeks while try to figure out a way to explain the situation to Tyler in the least humiliating way possible.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll explain when I see you, the security guy won’t let me back in”

At this point, people are starting to flood out of the arena and you know that Tyler will have a very hard time coming to get you without being recognized and you’d rather not wait another half hour for everyone to file out of the arena.

“Ok, just hang tight, I’ll have someone from crew come get you, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you so much, Ty. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. It’s alright.”

You nod to yourself, saying your goodbyes before curling yourself up on the bench, trying to hide from all of the prying eyes.

“Y/N!” you hear, seeing a crew member that you had met before the concert rushing towards you, trying to get around the crowd. “Are you okay?”

You nod and he takes your elbow, leading you through the crowd and showing his badge to the security guard who’s eyes widen when he sees you being escorted into the venue.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he says. You give him a nod, not able to do much else as you are rushed into the building.

“Tyler was really worried when he couldn’t find you,” the man says. You instantly feel guilty for making Tyler worry, and you probably don’t hide it well because the man is quick to reassure you.

“Not angry,” he adds, “just concerned.”

You nod and continue backstage, but falter in your steps when you see Tyler and Josh’s dressing room where you can hear them talking.

“I, um-”

“You can go in, they’re both dressed.”

You nod and thank the man before standing in front of the door, your hand hovering over the door handle as you contemplate whether or not to go in without a rehearsed speech about why you got stuck outside in the first place.

I was dragged out by these fans because they wanted to meet you and then they left-

You sigh and shake your head, grabbing the door handle and walking in to see Tyler standing on the couch in front of Josh. They both look at you as you open the door and Tyler rushes over to you, his eyes wide.

“Hey,” he says softly, wrapping his arms around you, “are you okay?”

You nod, burying your face in his shoulder. He pulls back and meets your gaze, concerned eyes locked with yours.

“What happened?”

I was kidnapped!

I never left, what are you even talking about?

Unfortunately, someone was dragged out by this guy with a mask on, but I saved them.

“Um…”

Josh stands before you can explain anything and walks towards the door.

“I’ll let you guys talk,” he says, shooting you both a smile before walking out the door, closing it behind him. Tyler quickly turns his attention back on you, leading you to the now unoccupied couch.

“I…I was just really overwhelmed. By the crowd.”

He looks at you, obviously wanting you to elaborate.

“I had a p-panic attack and I had to leave. I felt like I was suffocating and I just…I-I didn’t know what to do and when I tried to go back in they wouldn’t let me,” you finish, avoiding meeting Tyler’s eyes, which are trained on you.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, looking down at you hands, which were intertwined with Tyler’s.

“Why are you sorry?” Tyler asks softly, “it’s not your fault.”

You shake your head. It is your fault, you shouldn’t have been so stupid.

Stpid, stupid, stupid, stupid-

“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

You didn’t notice the tears beginning to run down your cheeks, but when you feel them drip onto your hand. You frantically try to wipe them away, shaking your head again.

“Y/N…” Tyler mutters, pulling you into his chest. You lay back against him and choke out a sob, grasping onto his arm and burying your face in his chest so he can’t see the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Hey, it’s okay.”

You look at him and shake you head, keeping a tight grip on his shirt.

“I-it’s not,” you choke out, “it’s not okay, I got myself stuck out there and that guy had to come find me and I just caused all this trouble and I missed a lot of the show-”

“Y/N,” Tyler says sharply, trying to get your attention, “you didn’t cause any trouble, I promise. And, if you’d like, you can come to another concert, hopefully a lot more, and you can stand backstage. Only the crew is back there, no one else.”

You sniff and wipe your nose, refusing to meet Tyler’s eyes.

“Y/N,” he says again, “will you look at me?”

You slowly look up and meet his eyes and he smiles, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s alright, everything’s alright,” he tells you, “you’re alright.”

“I was just hoping that you wouldn’t find out just yet, I was hoping that I would be able to keep it to myself-”

“Keep what to yourself?”

You purse your lips and stare at Tyler, silently pleading him to not make you tell him anything, pleading him to let the magical time you’ve been having together with no problems last just a little bit longer.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything, it’s okay.”

“I have anxiety,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “Since I was really young, I’ve always had panic attacks and the crowd just became too much.”

Tyler nods and reaches up to run a hand through your hair, making you lean into his hand.

“Are you mad?” you whisper.

“Of course I’m not,” Tyler says softly, still running his hand through your hair, “you didn’t do anything wrong.

“I’m going to help you. When you have panic attacks, I’ll help you through them. You don’t have to hide it from me.”

You nod and wipe your eyes, shifting so that your legs are across Tyler’s lap, turning to face him fully.

“Thank you.”

He smiles at you, reaching out to take your hands, “you’re perfect.”

“So are you,” you sniff. Tyler just smiles and shakes his head.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, “and talented and sexy.”

You laugh and he squeezes your hand.

“And perfect,” he says, kissing your hand, “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Ty-”

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, reaching to hold the back of your neck. He holds you against him and keeps your lips on his until the both of you need a breath of air.

“I would never change a thing.”

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nicegoodgolden-blog · 8 years ago

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All the One Direction asks :) xx

Oh my gosh. Im about to bore everyone e to sleep. (Tagging you, @petalsharry, because you sent me in a few too!) Here we gooooo…

What Makes You Beautiful: Name three things you love about yourself.My kids(they’re part of me)…honestly, that’s it…

Gotta Be You: Talk about your crush!Crush…hmm…so besides hubs, I’m gonna go with my man Niall Horan this time. WHAT A BABE…amiright?!

One Thing: What’s one thing your dream girl/boy HAS to have?A good heart

More Than This: What’s the bravest thing you ever did?Given birth…lol, I really don’t know…

Up All Night: Talk about the craziest night of your life.Probably the night in 11th grade when I got so drunk and started throwing up so hard that I lost my shoe somehow & partied with one shoe on for the rest of the night.

I Wish: What’s your biggest dream?I’d love to be a singer

Tell Me A Lie: What was your most recent lie?I told my son that if he ate his dinner he’d get a surprise…I am not above bribery.

Taken: Talk about your last relationship.I’ve only had one relationship really…and I married him, God help him

I Want: Name three things you want in lifeGood music forever, for people to love one another, for my children to grow up happy

Everything About You: Who’s your biggest celebrity crush?Harry Styles, for this question lol

Same Mistakes: What’s your most common mistake?I stay up too late

Save You Tonight: Which three things would you save if there was a fire?Things? Computer bc it has so many important photos on it, my kids old baby blankets, clothes for my kids

Stole My Heart: Have you ever fallen for someone you shouldn’t have fallen for?Boy, have I…

Stand Up: What’s your favourite sport?Basketball

Moments: Talk about something good that recently happened to you.I got to go grocery shopping all by myself without the hubs or kids & it was so relaxing

Another World: Which fictional world would you want to live in if you could?I just wanna go to Hogwarts

Na Na Na: What’s one thing you can never say no to?Fried chicken

I Should Have Kissed You: Is there something you regret?Im about to sound so cliche…but no. I really do t regret a thing. Everything I’ve done had gotten me where I am, and I like where I am

Live While We’re Young: Talk about a childhood memory.My fav is probably spending so much time with my Nana when I was younger

Kiss You: Tell the story of your first kiss.I was 15/16, I finally convinced my older crush (who liked me too) to come to the party my friend & I had while her parents were out of town…we ended up sitting on the front porch talking about life until like 6am…I walked him out to his truck as he left & he leaned in and it just kind of happened. It was both terrible & wonderful at the same time

Little Things: Name five things you find attractive in others.Intelligence, a good heart, sense of humor, musical talent is always nice, good hair

C'Mon, C'Mon: What’s your dream destination for a good vacation?Ireland

Last First Kiss: Do you want to get married? If so, talk about your dream wedding.I am…my wedding was my dream wedding lol

Heart Attack: Are you jealous?Nah

Rock Me: List your ten favourite bands.Bands? One Direction, Jonas Brothers, Kings of Leon, Rolling Stones, Nirvana, The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, N'Sync, Backstreet Boys, The Eagles

Change My Mind: Are you good at making final decisions or do you easily change your mind?I really don’t know…I’m really indecisive at first, but once I actually make a decision, I’m stuck with it

I Would: Name three guilty pleasures of yours.I hide some of my kids candy that they get from their grandmas house & eat it myself, I hide honeybuns so that I’ll have a stash when my husband thinks he’s eaten them all, sometimes I act like I have a bad headache so that my husband will pick up dinner on his way home from work so I don’t have to cook…in conclusion, I’m a fatass

Over Again: Talk about your first love.First love…idk if it was love…maybe it was. He was my first kiss. A wonderful guy that “got away.” He actually live a few houses down from me with his gf, lol. Damn tiny towns.

Back For You: Talk about your best friend.I miss her.

They Don’t Know About Us: Share a secret!I hate my husbands mustache

Summer Love: Talk about a summer memory.I spent a week in a beach house with my bff when I was 16/17…a good fuckin week, man

She’s Not Afraid: What’s your favourite horror film?Probably The Strangers……..“because you were home”

Loved You First: Are you a possessive person?Not too bad

Nobody Compares: Who’s your idol?No idol…but I really admire Harry Styles, wonderful human being

Still The One: What’s one thing you can’t seem to get over?RICHONNE ON TWD LIEK BITH I WAITED 5EVER FOR THAT TO HAPPEN AND IT FINALLY DID AND ILL NEVER GET OVER IT

Best Song Ever: List your ten favourite songs.Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley, Wild Horses - The Rolling Stones, all of MITAM (counts as the rest of the 10) lmao

Story Of My Life: List five things you can’t live without.Air, food, water, blood, food

Diana: What would you name your children?I’m not gonna give out my kids’ names…but if I ever have anymore, I love the names: Blythe Opal, Heslin James, Thea Rose, & Noah Silas

Midnight Memories: Talk about a dream you recently had.Last night I dreamt that Harry Styles was never a real person & he was a figment of our imaginations 🙃

You & I: Talk about your OTP.OTP within the fandom: Sophiam, I just loved them…I do love Chiam too, but Sophiam was just…wowOutside the fandom: Jack Dawson & Rose DeWitt Bukater…don’t make me elaborate because id be here typing for 8000 years

Don’t Forget Where You Belong: Where do you feel home?Anywhere that I get a certain vibe

Strong: What are your three best qualities?Um, motherhood is my best quality…my kids make me who I am. I don’t know about the other two, really…I mean, I can drink a 2liter of Dr. Pepper in one sitting & polish off a box of honeybuns in less than 24hrs…do those count?

Happily: Name three things that make you happy.My family, good music, people being nice

Right Now: Do you miss someone at the moment?Nah

Little Black Dress: How would you describe your style?Hobo-chic

Through The Dark: What helps you when you’re feeling down?My kids & music

Something Great: Where do you see yourself in ten years?Mommin’ it tf up

Little White Lies: Talk about your #1 sexual fantasy.Any sex that doesn’t involve trying to hurry before the kids bust through the door 💀

Better Than Words: Do you read fanfiction? If so, what’s your favourite fanfiction?Not a lot

Why Don’t We Go There?: Which big cities have you been to?Vegas, Houston, NOLA

Does He Know?: Would you be up for a threesome?No thanks

Alive: What’s one thing you’d never tell your “real life” friends?I really don’t know lol

Half A Heart: What’s your favourite lovestory? ( Book, film, etc. )Titanic

Steal My Girl: Did you ever steal anything?Once even I was 4 I stole Reese’s cups from the store & my mom made me go back in & apologize

Ready To Run: If you could have one super power, which would you choose?I’d fly

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?: Talk about the best concert you ever attented.Jonas Bros WYLMITE Tour. 4th row. Nick pointed & winked at me. I haven’t been the same since.

18: Do you wish you were younger or older?I’m good where I am

Girl Almighty: What makes you sexy?Lmao nuthin

Fool’s Gold: Do you fall for people quickly?I used to, yeah. I’m still quick to be infatuated though. I get attached to things/people easily

Night Changes: What’s one thing you don’t ever want to change?Good question…

No Control: Can you control your temper ?Most of the time

Fireproof: What scares you?Nothing, I’m fearless…kidding. Everything.

Spaces: Did you ever let someone go for good?Yes

Stockholm Syndrome: Name five kinks of yours.All I know is I like my hair pulled & my ass grabbed tight. Hollaaaaa

Clouds: What’s your star sign? Does your personality match it?I’m an Aquarius…is that the same as a star sign? Lmao idk

Change Your Ticket: What would you do with a million dollars?A lot of cool shit

Illusion: Do you believe in higher powers?I believe in God

Once In A Lifetime: What’s three things you want to do before you die?Meet Harry StylesHug Harry StylesMeet Harry Styles

Act My Age: Do you consider yourself mature?Sometimes…old soul, young heart

Just Can’t Let Her Go: Name five turn ons.Just be nice lmao & like good music

Phewwww…thanks babes xx

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