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katnisspeetaprim · 4 months

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Broad Day Light

Min Yoongi/Reader

Im so sorry if this is bad. i haven't had time to properly edit this. I've been sick again recently, but I wanted to get at least something out for you guys!

Warnings: Injury, crowds, anxiety, established relationship, idol!au

Word Count: 1203 M.list

Walking down a busy street in the middle of the day shouldn’t have been an anxiety inducing task, but here you are. That’s all it’s felt like these days.

You and Yoongi went public a few years ago and paparazzi and sasaeng’s had mostly started to leave you alone after a few months, just the odd personal space invader here and there, but you learnt to live with the new found attention.

Fast forwards to 2023 and Yoongi’s solo tour was well under way. With a world tour came massive media attention, and with media attention, came paparazzi.

You weren’t famous, so having people run up to you with cameras was a surreal experience.

You tried your best to shield your face, but it was to no avail as the group of photographers bolted towards you from across the road.

‘Y/N! Over here!’

‘Are you going to any of the shows!?’

The group of men had effectively blocked your path, not allowing you to leave.

‘Please let me through. I have somewhere to be...’ You mumbled and wrapped your arms round yourself as you kept your head down and away from the cameras. You started forcing your way forwards.

‘Y/N! Yoongi and Halsey have been acting close! Did something happen between them!? Is that why you aren’t on tour with him?’ You know you shouldn’t dignify these people with a response, but the gall of implying that Yoongi would cheat on you with someone that had become a good friend to the both of you... It was enough to make you rage.

‘Of course not! They are good friends, now let me through- Ah!’ As you forcefully pushed your way through the crowd, you didn’t realise how close you were to the curb. Your ankle rolled, causing you to topple over into the road.

Your hands, arms and knees were all scratched up, along with a twisted ankle. At least no cars were coming so you wouldn’t get run over. Though that seemed like a more preferable situation than the one you were currently in.

‘AH!’ You shakily sat up and grabbed your ankle, causing you to hiss out in pain.

‘Please just leave me alone!’ You screamed out and swiped out at the paparazzi circling round you.

‘Hey that’s assault! She just tried to hit me!’ One of the men shouted out, trying to garner sympathy with his fellow low lives.

You were all but breaking down into a full blown panic attack, when all of a sudden you felt a wave of hope flow through you when you heard the shouts of police officers approaching the scene.

‘Hey! What’s going on here? Out of the way!’ They pushed through the crowd and one knelt next to you, whilst the other two pushed back the group, ultimately threatening arrests if they didn’t dispurse.

‘Miss? Are you ok? Are you hurt?’

‘My ankle- I think it’s twisted!’ You whimpered, trying to hold back your tears.

‘Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.’

Hours later and you were finally able to go home. With a lot of help from your best friend, you were now sat in your living room, feeling sorry for yourself with your poor ankle all wrapped up.

The scraped that littered your limbs weren’t too bad, just a little sore. Stories had hit the web pretty much immediately, along with plenty of videos of the incident, filmed by multiple people.

With any luck, Yoongi would be too busy to even think about going online...

-Incoming video call from Yoongles-

Ah well. There goes that idea.

After a slight hesitation, you pushed the green answer button.

Yoongi suddenly appeared on screen. He’d clearly changed out of his concert gear and was now clad in comfy sweat pants and a jumper.

And he looked pissed.

‘Hey Yoongi...’ You trailed off, trying to sound normal.

‘Seriously? You going to pretend nothing happened?’ He stared at you in disbelief.

‘You should have called me when it happened!’ He continued on, raising his voice ever slightly.

You looked away from the screen, feeling guilty that you tried to keep it from him. Of course he would see the articles, so it was pointless to even try.

‘I’m sorry...’

Yoongi took in your defeated appearance and groaned internally for adding more upset to your already stressful day.

‘No, I’m sorry for shouting. When I saw what happened, I just got so angry.’ He paused for a moment before shaking his head. ‘You got hurt because of me...’

‘Yoongi no!’ You sat up straighter, trying to reassure him. ‘This isn’t your fault. At all!’

He nodded slowly, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe you.

‘I’m going to send you the number for one of our bodyguards. If you need to go somewhere, get him to drive you.

Yoongi suddenly moved the phone in his hands. He was clearly texting you.

You couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend.

‘Yoongi! I’m sure they have better things to do than look after me!’ His message however, had already pinged on your phone.

‘You got attacked in broad daylight Y/N. Seems pretty serious to me.’ Yoongi deadpanned as he stared you right in the eyes.

The smile fell from your face. You couldn’t argue with the fact that you would feel a lot safer with someone escorting you...

‘I won’t be going anywhere for a while. My ankle is all screwed up.’ You joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

You didn’t get to see Yoongi often these days, given how in demand he was. The last thing you wanted to do with your precious time together was be miserable.

Yoongi smirked mischievously.

‘Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble then.’ You drew back in mock offense.

‘Excuse me!?’ Where has the compassion gone to?’

‘I’m sure you’ll survive.’ He said, trying to hold back his smirk.

You couldn’t hold back and began to laugh for the first time that day.

‘I wish I could be there for you’ Yoongi suddenly spoke over your laughter. You immediately went quiet, knowing that Yoongi was still upset by the days events.

‘It’s ok. This is enough, for now.’ You smiled gently and gestured towards the phone screen separating the two of you.

‘Remind me again why you couldn’t come with me?’ Yoongi groaned and slumped back in his chair.

‘You know why. I couldn’t get off work.’ You giggled as you also snuggled down into your chair.

He frowned before once again beginning to type on his phone.

‘What’s wrong?’ You enquired curiously.

‘I’m not there, but Tae will be close by tomorrow. I’m sending him to check on you.’

‘Oh my god!’ You exclaimed with a laugh. ‘I can’t convince you I’m fine can I?’

‘Definitely not.’

You and Yoongi spent a long time on call together that night, making the most of every moment.

It was only after ending the call for the night, did you notice Taehyung had sent you a message.

Hey noona! Hope you are ready for a home spa day tomorrow!

P.S, Please tell Yoongi-hyung I made you happy... He’ll kill me if I fail!

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #fluff #angst #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #idol!au

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be-missed · 2 months

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reader is a singer, and for their 5 year anniversary with Jenna, they write a song for her. But she thinks it’s for someone else. You can decide the ending. :)

My Eyes Are Brown!

Jenna Ortega x Reader

(Picture not mine)

Summary: Y/N dropped a new song at the concert; The music resonated through the crowd while Jenna, her girlfriend for five years, couldn't shake the feeling that those lyrics were meant for someone else.

Warnings: none, notify me if any.

A/N: First story for Valentine's Day Request. I really had a hard time finding a song. They/them pronouns are used, I based it on the request. Thank you for this wonderful request and enjoy! Just a short one.

Masterlist

Song: I Know Places by Taylor Swift

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"Okay, so for my last song, this is a special one" Y/N said as the crowd went wild, this was the last night for Y/N's North America Tour and will be resting for a few months before she continue her tour in South America. "I wrote this a few weeks ago, but I did not release it, because... I want to gatekeep it actually" Y/N chuckled at their behavior thinking how petty it sounds when it comes to others.

The crowd chuckles with Y/N's reason and they continue to speak, "But tonight is a special night since this'll be the last night for my tour and a special night for me and the person that I love" you said as the crowd cheered and holler. They know that Jenna was watching in the crowds, and on every time you sang a song that you wrote for Jenna, they watch her move as they can see how sweet and passionate the lyrics are, and they watch you sing it, like you are singing your voice out and Jenna's the only person in the room.

"I hope you enjoy it, here it goes" You said and the backing vocals started and the band drops the beat.

I-I-I, I, I-I-I, I, I, I

The crowd started to cheer, feeling the beat of the new song that you are currently introducing to them as the chorus, the lyrics were shown at the big screen at your back, giving a chance to your fans to sing the song with you, and that they do.

Baby, I know places we won't be found

And they'll be chasin' our tails try to track us down

Cause, I, I know places we can hide

I know places

The crowd knows that this song was dedicated to your girlfriend of five years, in your era where the both of you were trying to hide your relationship to the public, in the time where the two of you just wanted to run away from a far land and just be who you are; dancing in the rain, doing grocery shopping, walking through the neighborhood with no cameras and people staring at the both of you. The ending of the song was so catchy as you scream

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof

And you know for me, it's always you

In the dead of night, your eyes so green

And I know for you, it's always me

The crowd cheered and screamed as you said your good byes and you thank them. But before you exit the stage you said to the mic "I love you Jenna Ortega, always yours" and the crowd screamed more.

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You enter your waiting room, finding Jenna on the sofa using her phone, you are pretty sure that by this time, Jenna would run directly to your arms, kissing your face, and will say how great you are and how much she's gonna make love to you by the time the both of you got home.

But right now, you got nothing. So what you did was you walked to the sofa and hug her from the back, nuzzling your face into her neck. By this time, you are pretty sure that Jenna should be hugging you back and kissing your pretty face, but still no reaction and her focus is still on her phone.

What you did next was you delivers small kisses through Jenna's neck. She tilted her neck offering you much more space, but it didn't last when you feel her hand on your hair, tugging it away so she can free her neck from your lips. Jenna then stood up and sat on the opposite side of the sofa.

Okay now you know that there is a problem, so you sat next to Jenna and you grabbed her phone. "Okay, can we stop with this silent treatment and can you please tell me what's the problem? Because I can't wait another more minute without feeling your lips and be engulfed with your hug" you said to Jenna straightforward, because in fact, you will probably die without feeling any physical intimacy from Jenna.

Jenna looked you dead in the eye and said "Why don't you ask for some physical attention to that green-eyed babe then" she said with a sarcastic tone that made your eyebrows scrunched. Because who the fuck is that person?

"Jenna, what do you mean? I don't know a green-eyed person." You said, stating a fact while you try to list people that you know and thinking if they have green eyes.

"Oh my god Y/N, why are you so slow?" Jenna said while crossing her arms through her chest and added, "Its our fifth year anniversary and you're gonna sing a song for someone? What is this your way of breaking up with me and telling me that you are cheating?" Jenna then stood up from her seat.

Before she walks away, you pulled her down to seat on your lap and cage her with your arms wrapping around her waist. "Okay, come one, what are you trying to say? It is our fifth year anniversary that is why I sang that song. And what do you mean cheating? You know that I would never cheat on you."

"Then who is the person you are referring to the song the? In the ending where you said something about, dead of night your eyes so green, somewhere around that words?" Jenna said while she pouts, getting reminded that you just wrote a song about someone that is not hers.

"Wait, do you mean the lyrics from the last song?" You said as you move your hand to brush away the stray hair that hides her pouty lips and sad face. Then you think back to the lyrics from the song, and then boom, you did realize that you wrote "your eyes so green" the thought made you chuckled.

Jenna then slap your shoulder for chuckling at her problem and said "My eyes are brown Y/N! THEY ARE BROWN" Trying to make a point, she then leans her face close to you and stares at you with her brown eyes.

"You are so cute" You said while you nuzzle your face into Jenna's neck that made the other girl confused. "I am not cute Y/N, I am angry and mad at you" Jenna said.

You pulled away and looked at her and said "Okay, can you please let me explain first?" and Jenna nodded. "So well, when I was writing that, it was actually brown, I'm not kidding. I can even show you the piece of paper" You said trying to look as believable, because this is indeed the true story behind it.

Jenna waited for you to continue and you said "But then one of the producers said that, brown doesn't really rhyme with the word 'me' so we opted to change it to 'green'." You said raising your right hand as a form of being honest and swearing that you are really saying the truth.

The other girl looked at you and said "No shit, I don't believe you" and tried to stand, but you are stronger than her and just locked her in her place. "Jenna I swear I'm telling you the truth, I can even play you the demo of the song. My love I swear, I'm not lying to you"

Jenna then nod with the suggestion of you playing the demo to her and by the end of it she commented "Okay, fine, I believe you." You raised your eyebrow because you can still fell a little bit of madness from her voice "Okay, kiss me then" you said trying to challenge.

Jenna then kissed you on the cheek, "Okay you are still mad" you said and added "Okay I promise, the next time that I'll sing that song I'll use brown instead of green, okay? Fuck the rhyming, your feelings and the song being for you is more important. I promise, my love"

Jenna raised her eyebrow with your suggestion and smiled "Okay, I love that idea" she then kissed you in the lips and whispered "Happy Anniversary" which you smiled and replied "Happy Anniversary too, my love."

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A/N: First story for the VDay Request, apologies for just posting it today, guess I lied. Two more stories about Tara! Enjoy and thank you for waiting.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #fanfic #fiction

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iheartchv · 2 months

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hiiiii idk If you're doing them still but can I get a cod match up? 🫧

Im 21, 5ft3, have bluey/green eyes, im really pale with lots of freckles and I have like a deep ginger/auburn hair color with bleached front strands (they were gonna be bangs but I got nervous about full blown bangs lol).

I typically wear lots of black and alternative styled clothing, but I'm also a huge fan of big sweaters and cozy clothes. I have a lot of little tattoos and several piercings (mainly nostril and navel since I took several others out cause they irritated my skin so much 🫠)

Im a florist at the moment but I'd love to become a tattoo artist so I'm kind of in limbo but outside of work I do art and love painting! I'm also a big fan of nu metal/alternative style music and use most of my paychecks to go to concerts or festivals. If I'm not at a show I'm probably curled up in bed like an oversized housecat, I love a good nap or just to laze around a bit

Thank u again!! I love ur work 💜

-🫧

🤔 I'll pair you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think Ghost would fall for you

He sees you from time to time

It's almost like a routine for him whenever he's off duty

He sometimes watches you enter/leave the flower shop you work at

Other times he sees you shopping

And you see him as well

Though you didn't seem to mind it

It felt... more safe with him around

He wasn't someone you'd forget

Who else would walk around with a skull face mask/balaclava?

And though you were curious as to why he wore it, it wasnt your business

You both would exchange small waves or some sort of greeting anytime you seen each other

Soon you both knew each other by name

"I'm Y/N. What's yours?"

"Ghost."

"Nice to meet you."

"Mmm"

One time you sent him a small smile and he looked away quickly

That left you wondering if you had bothered him somehow...

There was a day afterward, however, he helped you out with a theif

You and him happened to be in the same aisle, looking at the shelves of food on sale

Ghost saw a suspicious person walking by, and kept an eye on them

He then saw them quickly grab your bag from your cart while you weren't looking

They were sneaky, but he was even sneakier

He went after the theif

Then you turned to find your bag gone

"Hey, where's-"

You didn't finish your sentence because at the end of the aisle there was a commotion

Ghost and someone else wrestling on the ground

Then he came back with your bag in his hand

"Here you are, miss. Bastard tried to run off with it."

"Thank you"

You couldn't help to give him a warm smile

"Yeah..." he softly said and gave a nod, his eyes darting, feeling a bit bashful

If you invited Ghost to a concert, he'd most likely would accept because he wouldn't go if you weren't there

He'd see you have a good time, singing along, cheering, and dancing/swaying to the music

The music was great and all, but he found you to be hypnotizing

🖤

Loves tattoos

I headcanon that he loves tattoos and piercings

As you can see, he's got tats of his own

You show him your artwork, and he agrees with you being a tattoo artist

He knows you'd be very good at it

Over time he would develop feelings for you, as do you

When you both are alone, you tell him how you feel

He's a bit shocked for a moment

But he accepts them, and then tells you he feels the same

#//thanks ;;v;;~♡; yw I hope you like your match ^v^7~♡#ask #request #call of duty matchup #cod matchup #matchup #match up #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod ghost #call of duty ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #iheartchv

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infernalodie · 2 years

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Hooking up with Amala after her concerts cuz she can't get enough of her bodyguard's dick

𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐰 || 𝐃𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐭

"𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩"

Inspo: Justin Park - On The Low

Pairing: Doja Cat (Amala) x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You were her addiction and she wasn’t planning on letting you go.

Warnings: Just pure smut

Words 777

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

There was always one thing Amala was sure of when it came to what she would be doing after her shows. It would come in a tall, muscular, charming black man that protected her with his life. You.

The relationship you two had was a rather complicated one. You were her bodyguard, a man paid to protect her from overjoyed fans and other individuals that may threaten her life. But behind the scenes, behind closed doors, you were hers and she was yours. The line of professionalism grew blurrier and blurrier each time you two were alone together. But every time you were inside of her, Amala forgot about how wrong this could be.

She was addicted, truthfully. She couldn’t get enough of your taste, the feeling of you inside of her, your harsh words that only seemed to turn her on more than she thought possible. Everything about you, inside and out, was what she craved each day. On stage, always wondering if you were watching the way her body moved. Hoping that it would be enough to get you excited for after when you would escort her back to her green room.

“Y/n - please!” Her throat was sore from cries, the screams of pleasure as pounded into her. Her nails scraped across your chocolate skin, creating red streaks that blossomed from the aggravated skin. But all it did was spur you on.

Amala lifted her head off the armrest of the couch, watching your large cock delve deep into her core with ease. Each pound sounded with a clap of skin smacking together. She was lost, forgotten all about what happens outside that door. Only finding these moments with you to be all she needed.

You were all that she needed.

One particular thrust had Amala’s head falling back against the leather armrest. A moan slipped past her lips with your own guttural moan coming out as well. “F-Fuck!” She whined, nails digging deep into your shoulder.

Your hand wrapped around her throat, causing her to gasp as she met your dark gaze. “Watch that tongue, sweetheart.”

There was no verbal response given besides the cry that fell from her mouth. Feeling your hips seem to slam harder and faster against her. Your cock filled her up and touched every spot that had her trembling.

Your other hand went down to her clit where you began to rub frantic circles against the aching bundle of nerves. Sending her body into a frenzy as her back arched off the couch. A choked moan slipped from her lips as her hands pressed to your chest, hoping that she could push you off and give her a chance to breathe.

But you only laughed in amusement, rubbing harder against her clit and increasing your pace. “We ain’t stopping until I know I can walk out of here knowing you won’t be begging for more, Amala,” you breathed. “You wanted this after all.”

Tears brimmed in the woman’s eyes that rolled back, moans tumbling shamelessly out of her mouth. She was sure that everyone backstage could hear you two, but she didn’t care. Not when your cock fucked her so good and your calloused fingers felt perfect against her clit. Nothing mattered besides this.

And that bliss was coming to a head as Amala felt her stomach twist. A euphoric feeling began to grow as she moaned, body shaking as you hushed her softly. “C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

Like the snap of your fingers, the woman choked on a moan as her walls clamped around you. Body shuddering with a moan slipping past her lips. Her nails had surely broken skin, but you were finishing as well. A groan was heard beneath the cry belonging to Amala as your hips stuttered, sending shockwaves through Amala’s body as she whined.

By the time the both of you were done, you two were panting. Drunken smiles on your lips as you carefully pulled out of the woman. Rubbing small circles on her hips when she cried out. Either of need or sensitivity; both possibly the answer.

You slumped back on the couch, running a hand over your forehead that was covered in sweat. “You know, I am really starting to think- Oh, fuck!”

Amala’s lips were wrapped around the head of your cock. Tongue swirling around the red tip as your eyes were screwed shut. “Jesus, Amala,” you groaned. “Are you ever satisfied?”

The woman let you go with a pop as she slowly stroked your cock. Grinning as she shook her head. “One more time, babe.”

She was addicted and she wasn’t ever planning on letting you go.

#doja cat fanfiction #doja cat #doja cat x black!male!reader #doja cat x reader #doja cat x black!reader #amala ratna zandile dlamini #amala dlamini x black!reader #amala dilamini x black!male!reader #doja cat smut #x black!reader #x black!male!reader #doja cat imagine #poc reader

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haloxsaisha · 2 years

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Like To Be You.

Prologue.

[Charles Leclerc x Singer!OC]

Summary: Charles Leclerc and Advika Hira seemed to have it all- their dream jobs, love and support from millions around the globe and trust worthy friends. What if life gave them a chance to go back to something that had been missing in their lives?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of anxiety and pills, flashbacks to Monaco 2022, Google translated Italian, low-key a manifestation that Ferrari's strategies get better next season.

Word count: 2.3K words.

A/N: The mention of Charles' exes/his past relationships does not refer to Giada or Charlotte, I've decided to exclude his irl relationships in this fic. I hope you like the prologue and do let me know if you want to be added to the tag list <33

Italicized font: flashbacks.

Small Italicized font in brackets: translations.

November 2023.

"Thank you so much Istanbul, you guys were absolutely amazing today. I love you so much." Advika cheers in the microphone as she exits the stage, finishing another concert of her ongoing tour.

"Great show Advi." Vinaya grins at her as jogs into the backstage.

"Thanks Vini" she pants in reply to her manager, shooting her a tired smile "also, what's the results of today's GP?" she asks, referring to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix that took place whilst the time she had her concert going on.

"Charles P1, Hamilton P2 and Verstappen P3." her manager tells with a smile and causing Advika to halt on their way to Advika's green room.

"Wait- seriously??" the curly haired girl squeals as her eyes begin to tear up " That means he won the championship, oh my god he did it."

"Yeah, I think you man will definitely need a call from you tonight." Vinaya gives her a teasing smile while she opens the door of her green room "sit and catch your breath for a while, then talk to him." she reminded her, knowing very well the singer will rush to call and congratulate her Monagasque boyfriend, who finally won his first World Championship after being a close contender to Max Verstappen.

"Of course I will. God, I'm so exhausted today." the Indian sighed, laying down on the couch in her dressing room.

Touring was probably the most stressful and tiring part of a singer's career. Taking pills before performing definitely helped in calming down her on-stage anxiety, but having to travel every three days and jump around the stage for hours to practice and perform really sucked out her energy. And that routine went on for almost a year and a half with small breaks in between but then, she had so many people who came to show their love and support, spending their money and time. How could she really complain when she had all of that?

After taking a few minutes so as to calm down from all the adrenaline and breathlessness of performing, she walked towards the vanity to take her phone to call Charles.

"Advika...hey." she heard Charles' voice from the speaker of her phone and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion because of the usual "chérie" that he called her everytime he picked up the phone. He even stopped using her full name after they became really good friends, going with 'Vika' which was very endearing because nobody called her that.

"Hello, world champion. How are you feeling right now?" she asks him with a huge grin on her face.

"It feels so surreal. I can't believe I finally did it, I'm so happy right now." he said with a relieved sigh and she could hear a lot of voices in the back which was most probably from the happy crew at the Ferrari paddock who were celebrating, which made her fiddle her outfit, bringing in a sinking feeling in her chest because she couldn't even be there to celebrate and cheer for him.

"You finally did it love, I'm so proud of you." she told him softly.

"Were you able to watch the podium atleast?" he asked her and she mentally groaned, knowing the answer would disappoint him. She hadn't been able to watch four to five races because of the time of her shows clashing with the races' or because of huge time differences and she couldn't afford to affect her sleep schedule because the travelling had her exhausted and she'd have to wake up soon for practices and sound checks too. He even asked if she could come to the paddock but that had been even harder.

She'd only been there only thrice that season because of the four day breaks she made sure to keep in every tour of hers whereas his previous girlfriends would accompany him atleast for half of his races. And they all went for the races to show their support openly whereas she always sneaked into the paddock to hide from the paparazzi because people had already begun to suspect that they were together and she wasn't comfortable with the relationship being in the public eye yet, making her wonder if she was bringing the downfall of her own relationship.

Charles never got angry with her for that, he was a really understanding and supportive boyfriend and didn't blame her because it was her job. But she knew he did feel disappointed about the fact that his own girlfriend could not watch his race, especially when he ended up on the podium that weekend. He never spoke about how he felt upset, but she could hear it in his voice everytime he assured her that it was totally understandable.

Not being able to watch the races made her quite upset because she was a huge fan of the sport and now that she had been dating the driver for almost a year, the guilt got even worse.

"Um, I couldn't. I'm so sorry Charles, the concert time clashed again." she sighed, taking a seat on the chair infront of her vanity.

"It's alright, don't worry I understand." he tried to sound totally alright with it but she could hear the disappointment in his voice. His family, his friends and his team were there to celebrate but she was the only person far from him.

"It's not alright though, this is such a huge moment in your life and career and I've missed it. Not just on the TV but I'm not even there to cheer for you and celebrate by your side." she grumbles, rubbing her temple with her right hand.

"No it's okay, I know you can't really do anything about it. You've been touring for more than a year and the schedule planning was done even before we started dating." he tried to assure her "and you'll be having many tours in the future too, it would be ridiculous to align them with the F1 schedule because it's there for most of the year."

She could only sigh in response, because he was right. Both their careers had the requirement to travel a lot and he'd been to three of her concerts too, their relationship mostly dependent on calls rather than being around each other.

"Advika." he called out her name, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?"

"I don't know if I can do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"Us. Our relationship." he said, making her heart sink.

"Charles we've been together only for eleven months, we can't give so soon" she pleaded "Your winter break starts in a week and my tour ends in a while too, we could try."

"You know there's nothing we can do, we're literally in different parts of the world for most of the year. We meet only a couple of times, our video calls were great but, they don't really fill the space. Even if we do spend the break together, we'll be back into this cycle again in a couple of months and this will happen so much times because of our jobs and you know that." he stated and she knew that he wasn't wrong.

Maybe there was nothing they could do.

"I- I don't know what to say." she said, fiddling with her outift again.

"Sarò lì tra un momento." he tells to somebody in the back, most probably a Ferrari staff member "I'm sorry, I really am. I just- don't know what else to do. I feel like there's been no progress in our relationship because we haven't met in a while you know?" (I'll be there in a moment.)

"Yeah, you're right and I'm sorry too, I really wish it was better. And it's alright, if you're needed by the team right now go and celebrate with them, it's your night." she tells him, trying to hold back her tears.

"Yeah I think I'll go, they've been waiting for me for a while. Bye."

"Good bye and congratulations on the win." she says and cuts the call, not wanting him feel guilty by breaking down.

Charles has voiced her thoughts about the relationship, she knew that he was right but his decision still hurt. None of her relationships in the past lasted for more than half a year because she had to travel frequently. She was skeptical about dating Charles initially because his schedule was more hectic that her's but he made her feel things that nobody had made her feel before, even when they were just friends. Advika Hira had it very bad for him.

May 2022.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Advika asked him out of concern as soon as she came to the Ferrari paddock at the end of the race.

Unlike the previous times at Monaco, Charles started the race this time with the pole position and would've even ended up on the podium, but the strategists had ruined yet another win for him.

"Well, I've had better days but it's alright, not the first time I've felt like this." he sighs and shrugs a bit, trying to reduce his disappointment.

"It's alright to be upset, a missed race win always hurts." she emphasized with him "Especially at your home race."

"That makes it hurt even more, sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing." he tells gloomily.

"You are an extremely talented driver alright? And I'm not saying that because we're friends or because you're really upset right now, but it's something many people see. You literally won Formula 3 and 2 in your rookie season and are the second youngest driver in Ferrari's history with the longest contract. These are no small achievements, only somebody who is bloody amazing at their job can do that. One race in a season and a mistake which was made by your team does not define you." she rambles on in an attempt to make him feel better.

"Wow, you really weren't kidding when you said that you're my fan weren't you?" he asked, referring to what she said on the day they first met.

"Of course, I wasn't." she states "I don't know if you know this but you're incredibly talented. Don't let moments let the bad days break your spirit, you have many great moments ahead."

"Thank you, I really needed to hear that today. It just- it gets pretty hard somedays you know." he sighs as they look at evening sun at Monaco.

"As a fan, some races really bring in a horrible feeling and it's obviously a lot more worse for you drivers. You really are a strong person Charles." she tells him, shooting him a small encouraging smile.

"Be prepared to get more texts and even some calls from me because you sure do know how to boost a person's confidence." he jokes, his lips curving up.

Ah, there's the smile that was missing.

"Feel free to, always at your service Mr Leclerc." she laughed, glad that she could help him feel better.

One of the Ferrari staff comes and interrupts their conversation, saying that Charles had some work to do at the garage.

"I've got to go right now. Will you be at the dinner tonight?" he asks, referring to the dinner the Ferrari team hosted for their guests who'd been invited for the Monaco GP.

"I'll be there, see you later." she tells him with a smile, pulling out her elbow so that he could tap his against it. It was way of greeting they had to when they first met due to COVID precautions but had then turned into something that they always did at the end of their conversations.

Advika turned back so as to leave the paddock but then noticed her best friends Naysha and Ria waiting for her and walked towards them.

Naysha worked as Lewis Hamilton's PR manager while Ria was McLaren's Communications Manager, which she was a little bit jealous of because they got to be at the paddocks for all the races. Not to mention Naysha was literally working for the driver who happened to be the favourite of all the three girls.

"So...." Naysha asks her as both her and Ria give Advika a knowing look.

"So?" Advika responded in confusion.

"What just happened?" Ria asked, her eyes at the spot where Charles and Advika had conversed.

"Nothing much really, I was just trying to console him a bit." she tried to shrug it off, knowing where the conversation was heading.

"The look on both of your faces was anything but a bit, you really like him don't you?" Ria asked her which made her groan mentally. She probably did but wanted to avoid going too deep into it. Charles Leclerc was way too out of her league.

"I wouldn't go that far, I have a soft spot for him." she said, knowing that the girls' knew her too well.

"He's literally your celebrity crush." Naysha pointed out, referring to days Charles was in Formula 2.

"Was my celebrity crush and it was a tiny crush, he's kind of a friend now. Besides, his previous relationship didn't seem to be that serious although it was really long and that scares me." Advika mentioned. She'd never been the one to point out on somebody's past but she felt like reminding herself about that would be better before she ended up falling into the ditch.

"That's because Charles and her barely even spend time, he's around the world for most of the year." Naysha reminded her. Both Naysha and her wanted Advika and him to end up together, everybody could see that there was something between them, even the fans.

"Yeah and if we end up together it'll be even worse than that relationship because I have to travel a lot too, and it's even shittier during touring." Advika stated, clearly trying to avoid the conclusion her best friends wanted to arrive to.

She really should've gone with the warning she gave herself that day at Monaco, god knows it would've saved her from a heartbreak and Charles' time too.

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Marius/Daniel appreciation week day 3

-Endless love-

Chapter II

Norway - Golden retriver

It was the last days of October. Marius had deliberately waited for that time of year to leave Norway. It had always been his favorite time of year. Especially there, in the midst of those soft colors of the earth and trees that clashed with the deep, crystal clear blue of the lake near their home. Daniel was super excited; the first few days he had seemed restless, too quiet. Marius understood Daniel's inner struggle well; he had suffered and then learned to curb every blow Daniel had tried to inflict on himself, and he had been a support and a rock for every step forward Daniel had taken. When Marius thought the time was right, he had approached him and, holding his hand as they walked among the great old trees, had told him about what their life in Rio would be like. Much would change, but change is not always synonymous with pain or rejection; sometimes blizzards come to clear the sky.

This was not what he had told Daniel, who certainly knew well the meaning of a blizzard, having been born to his immortal life in one. Marius knew how Daniel was able to understand him, and how he would follow him, wherever Marius would go. He did not want the fear in his heart to be reflected in Daniel's eyes; he wanted to let him go, that fear, but he could not find the strength. It was a right and necessary decision, for both of them. And Marius just wanted Daniel to feel joy and hope for that new adventure they were about to embark on together. The crisp air caressed his face, he would miss that place, everything there had a different rhythm and sound.

Placid and delightful, something that resonated with his soul. By now it was a matter of days and everything would be different. Clearer, more chaotic and full of humanity around them. They would have a new time, made up of things they no longer did: the theater, evening outings to streets full of life and human beings, concerts, cinemas, art galleries and a thousand other things. " I want to live under a rock…" and that was the only thought Marius could perceive in himself that made him smile and shake his head, because he would never let him or anyone else hold back the need to return to the world that Daniel have now.

No, he would support and proudly follow his love back into the world, see him embrace him again, and smile, nothing mattered more to him than that. And he wanted to be there and let that smile bring joy and peace to his troubled soul as well. Marius was torn from his thoughts by running, close steps. When he turned around Daniel was running toward him, raising a flurry of leaves chasing around him. Strangely, his cheeks were flushed, and something was wrong with the way his army green jacket was tight around him. Marius went at him immediately in alarm. He sensed no danger of any kind nearby, but something in Daniel's manner alerted him. As he drew closer, however, Marius realized that Daniel was yes crucified but seemed serene and in total control. When he was close to him, he placed his hands on his shoulders staring at him, Daniel's violet eyes shining with the same love and devotion as always. It was at that moment that Marius noticed that something was moving inside Daniel's jacket, which caused the latter to laugh.

" I don't want to know…" Marius stared at the moving vest, in bewilderment. " Oh come on, look!" Daniel opened the vest to show Marius what he was fighting with on the inside. Marius found himself staring into two large, brown eyes, which stared at him with interest. " Daniel…" and Marius was already shaking his head in disbelief at the small ball of golden fur, which Daniel was holding. " I know, don't start, Mr. Olsen, he asked me if I could hold him for a little while, that's all!" said Daniel, who was assailed at that moment by the puppy who began to lick his face, and provoking merry laughter in Daniel. Marius for his part, seeing Daniel so happy, could not hold back a smile, and placed his hand on the puppy's back, which turned out to be super soft and cuddly. It was a wonderful color, almost golden, Marius was fascinated: " He seems to adore you," Marius sentenced, staring at the puppy who continued in his busy work of wiping Daniel's face, with cheerful celebration: " You should know very well, that it is impossible not to adore me!" said Daniel struggling with the exuberant puppy.

" They say golden retrievers, they are extremely sensitive, and they need endless cuddling" Daniel stared slyly at Marius, and Marius seemed on the verge of retorting something, then reconsidered and with a smile said: " Basically…Like you," and his beautiful, rich laughter filled the air around them. Daniel waited patiently for the laughter to die down, carefully stroking the puppy's shiny, thick fur. When Marius returned his attention to the puppy Daniel leaned in to place a gentle, chaste kiss on his cheek. " In practice…. Like you Marius."

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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what is your favorite kind of ice cream? Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, cookies and cream, birthday cake, and a lot of the “fun” flavors from like Baskin Robins and Cold Stone. if people could read your mind, what would they usually find? My mind is a jumbled mess. who do you talk to on the phone most often? I very rarely talk on the phone. what's a song that makes you feel happy? Hmm. what celebrity would you like to meet? Alexander Skarsgard.

what's the best concert you've ever been to? The Green Day concert, probably. Honestly, though, concerts are just awesome in general. It’s a fun experience. what is your favorite clothing store? Boxlunch and Hot Topic. how did you meet your best friend? She’s my mom. do you need money to be happy? No, but it can help with some things that may bring happiness and alleviate some things, which would be nice. It wouldn’t change or get rid of everything, though. I’d still have my depressed brain, feel the way I feel about myself and aspects of my life, and it wouldn’t heal the health stuff i’m dealing with. what is something you do well? Nothing. what's a good idea you've had recently? Uhh. what is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? I like eggs (even better with country gravy, spinach, cheese, or guac, sour cream, cheese, and cilantro), toast, waffles, hash browns, cream of wheat. how far in advance do you prefer to plan? It varies, depending on what it is I’m planning and the things I want to do. do you like to wear high heels? No. how many slices of pizza do you usually eat? 1-3, depending on where I get it from and the size. Can you remember life without technology? what was it like? I mean, technology was still a thing when I was a kid lol we just didn’t have some things yet that I have now, like my iPhone and MacBook. Anyway, it is crazy to think there was a time I wasn’t glued to a computer screen and actually used to play outside. I spent a lot of time outside, which if you knew me as I got older you would find hard to believe cause I’m an indoors, homebody type of person.

what gift would you like to receive? Hmm. what's the last thing you paid for? Bills. what's the last movie you watched? The Gray Man. do you remember your dreams? Rarely. do you play any instruments? No. do you always smile for pictures? I just do a little closed mouth smile. what are you most excited about right now? Nothing. if you had $5 in your pocket what yould you spend it on? I don’t know right now. It would likely be food or drink related, but I can’t have either one right now. how often do you buy things via the internet? Often. I love online shopping. would you like to live in a different country? if so which one? No. what animal would you see first if you went to the zoo? Giraffes. if you could switch places with someone for a day, who would it be? Someone healthy and happy with a beach house, ha. do you prefer the aisle, middle, or window seat on a plane? I’ve only sat in the middle the few times I’ve flown on a plane. what's your favorite song from a movie? There’s a lot of good soundtracks. where would you like to volunteer? At my church. would you rather go out for dinner or cook at home? I’d like to get takeout. who sent the last text message you received? My Nana. what's your favorite flower? I don’t really have one. what's the last song you listened to? I don’t recall. do you like being alone? Sometimes. I do need my alone time. what was the last thing you ate? The last actual food I had was a cookie and some chips. I can’t believe that was almost 3 months ago. :( how do you find new music? Spotify, generally. what is your dream travel destination? So many places. if you could play any instrument what would it be? Piano. what's the last youtube video you watched? An ASMR video. where are you going on your next trip? I don’t know. I won’t be able to go anywhere for a long time. :/ what are you currently addicted to? Stranger Things,

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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411.

What is your favourite dog breed? Beagles. I love spaniels too but they’re a bit too hyper and energetic for me, lol.

What colour nail polish do you wear the most? Purple or red, but only on my toes.

Do you use lip balm regularly? Several times a day in winter, but I don’t bother the rest of the year.

Do you drink soda? Yeah, Pepsi Max - or sometimes Tango.

Do you drive? I do indeed, I’ve had my license for about four years now.

If so what kind of car do you drive? A metallic grey Hyundai i10.

Look to your left, what do you see? A cat on the floor staring at me as he wants his lunch but he’s not getting it this early lol.

How many people have you dated? I don’t really keep track of things like that.

Do you use hand sanitizer frequently? I never use it. I actually think it causes more problems than it solves - dry and cracked skin, for starters, but also, germs are healthy and it’s not a great idea to try and totally sanitise everything in your life.

How many hair products do you use? Just shampoo and conditioner.

Are you happy with your appearance? Yeah, I mean, if I could change things overnight, I would, but in reality I’m far too lazy for any of that nonsense.

What is the last book you read? I honestly don’t remember. I’m not much of a reader these days..

What website do you visit most often? Tumblr, Facebook, Mumsnet, Google, Reddit.

Have you ever broken a bone? Nope.

Are you artistic? No.

Have you ever been to a concert? Yeah, I went to quite a few when I was a teenager.

Have you ever performed in a play? Yeah, school plays every year when I was younger.

Do you like to dance? No.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? I would give myself perfect vision as wearing glasses is expensive and a real pain in the arse when it rains.

What search engine do you use? Google.

Do you have a facebook account? Yeah.

What is your favourite food? Steak, pizza and fries.

Can you use chopsticks? Yeah, but I don’t bother.

Do you use a flat iron? I still own one but I never really use it anymore.

Do you have a cell phone? Yeah, an iPhone 13 mini.

What colour underwear are you wearing? Black. All my underwear is black.

What colour are most of your clothes? Black, grey, purple, green and pink.

Do you collect anything? Wax melts, cosy jumpers, books. What colour are your eyes? Dark brown.

Do you have any tattoos? Just one.

Do you play video games? Not really - I play a few mobile games but that’s about it.

Do you speak any other languages? Yeah, French and a little bit of German and Italian.

Do you wear makeup? Very occasionally.

How many times have you moved? 6-7 times, including moving around as a student as I had to change accommodation every year.

What was the last food you ate? Crumpets. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee.

Do you liked grilled cheese? I love the idea of it but normally I find it really greasy and I never finish it. Do you eat breakfast? Yeah, I work a really physical job so I need to eat before work or I end up feeling sick and dizzy by mid-morning.

Do you have a cat? I have three cats.

What is your favourite childhood memory? Visiting my cousins in Australia and hand-feeding kangaroos. Going to France and playing on the trampolines by the beach and then eating crêpes.

What was your favourite movie as a kid? The Lion King.

Have you ever dated someone online? I’ve met a few people online that I ended up dating, yeah.

Do you like to take walks? Only with dogs. I don’t really like walking otherwise, though, I find it a bit boring.

Are you going to college right now? No, I graduated 11 and a half years ago which makes me feel really old, hahah.

If so, what is your major? I studied Modern European Studies.

Do you like school? I liked primary school up until about Year 5? It just got worse from then on, hahah.

Do you keep a journal? If so how often do you write in it? This is it, lol. Sometimes I do 5-6 surveys a day, sometimes I go for days without even logging on, it just depends how busy I am.

Have you ever traveled outside of your country? Yeah, I travelled a lot when I was younger and my parents were paying for it.

Do you chew gum? No.

Do you live in a big city? No, I live in a tiny little coastal town.

How often do you go out to eat? Once a month on average, maybe. Less nowadays as prices have shot up recently and it’s just not worth it.

What is the last movie you saw in theatres? Cats, which was way before COVID was even a thing, lol.

Have you ever dyed your hair? Yeah, I used to do it all the time. Do you drink tea? Yeah, most days I have a cup of two.

Do you subscribe to channels on youtube? Yeah, just so I can watch TV shows on there though.

Do you have a tumblr? No, this is all a figment of your imagination.

Do you watch anime? No.

Can you cook? Yeah, but I don’t enjoy it so I pretty much never bother.

How old were you when you first started dating? Fourteen.

Are/Were your parents strict? My dad was, but my mum was never very strict and often overruled him, lol.

Is your room messy? My side is spotless, Mike’s side...well, the less said about that the better, lol.

Do you have Netflix? Yeah - well, Mike does and I just use that.

Do you have any regrets? Nope. How are your grades? I always got decent enough grades, I just didn’t enjoy school so I never really put in a huge amount of effort.

Do you get nervous easily? Not really.

What do you look for in a BF/GF? A good sense of humour, a love of animals, decent work ethic, good morals.

Have you ever written a song or poem? Just when we had to do it for school.

Have you ever written a short story or novel? We used to have to write short stories for school.

Are/Were you in a school club? Yeah, I did loads in primary school - dance, gymnastics, trampolining, chess and various baking/sewing ones too. Do you play an instrument? Not anymore, but I used to play guitar, piano and cornet.

Where do you want to be in 5 years? Honestly, I don’t think about the future all that much.

What do you never leave the house without? Phone, keys.

What food(s) do you refuse to eat? Tripe.

Favourite candy? Reeses Pieces.

Do you have a good relationship with your mom? Yeah, we’re really close and speak most days.

Do you have a good relationship with your dad? No. It’s not a bad relationship as such, we just don’t have anything in common and pretty much never speak to each other.

What did you have for dinner last night? I just had random snacks.

Do you wear glasses? I do.

Do you have any siblings? No.

Do you watch reality tv shows? If so which ones? Yeah, I like Below Deck and cooking competitions like Bake Off.

What do you miss most about your childhood? Not having to worry about money or bills.

How many pets do you have? Four - one dog and three cats.

What colour are the walls in your room? A very pale purple.

Do you write "To-Do" lists? Nope.

Do you procrastinate often? No.

What is your favourite book? Alice in Wonderland, Neverwhere.

Did you hate any of your teachers? No, I just found most of them incredibly patronising and annoying, lol. Have you ever been depressed? Yeah, I’ve been on and off anti-depressants since my teens.

How do you handle stress? I don’t really handle it very well. I seem to muddle through at the time and then completely break own afterwards. What are you looking forward to? Christmas holidays (five days to go!) plus my beach ride, and a day out for lunch and shopping with my mum in ten days or so.

#survey #surveys

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bass-borot · 2 years

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Do the prime numbers

2 You talked to an ex today, correct? Yes, I had a very brief interaction with my wife (not married in the eyes of the law just like calling each other like that)

3 Have you taken someones virginity? Yes, in 2017 5 Did you hang out with the person you like recently? No, haven't seen her in weeks :( 7 What happened tonight? Well last night I played Crusader Kings III then went to bed, and tonight I'll probably do the same. 11 How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? A decent number? The wife, for one, and a lot of my friends are women and I trust them so... uh, yeah, a lot of them :P

13 What are you gonna do Saturday night? Probably chill and play some games, might make a drink. Low chances of going out since I'm trying to cut spending. 17Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Toss-up between the wife, my best friend in Sweden, or my other great friend (who's prob. reading this). My therapist doesn't count, cause, duh. 19 Have you had sex today? Not with anyone else. 23 Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? I think so yeah, they're not far off 29 Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes, at least two people. 31 Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Last boy I talked to was my friend from the board game store, he's a pretty cool guy, no hate at all 37 Do you believe in love at first sight? Love no, infatuation/spark/crush that can lead to love, yes. 41 When was the last time you ate a cupcake? One of the days in England, I think it was among the stuff we picked up when we went to Asda for dairy-free whole milk. 43 Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? I asked the wife to take a picture of me laying naked (covered) in bed reading a biography of an engineer, while surrounded by stuffed animals. I am beyond embarrassment. 47 Who was the last person to call you? Spam call. Before that, my mum. 53 Is Christmas stressful? No 59 Take a vitamin daily? Only Monday-Friday (ok technically an analogue of a vitamin but yes) 61 Wear a bath robe? Hell yes. Slippers too (but that's not a prime) 67 Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuts 71 Can you curl your tongue? Yes 73 Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes, sorta recently actually 79 What was the last concert you saw? Uhhhhh I THINK Iron Maiden? Pretty sure it was that. 81 Can you swim well? Pretty decently yeah. I sometimes stray to one direction but I can swim fine 83 Are you patient? Uh, sometimes (like the vine) 89 Which are better black or green olives? Green olives belong in the depths of hell where they came from, black olives are delicious and a perfect all-times snack. 91 Best room for a fireplace? Living/sitting room. The main room where people put their TVs in (even though TV isn't ideal and DEFINITELY don't put your TV over the fireplace)

#if I missed any let me know

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livingwithlosingyou · 2 years

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Living with Losing You - 8/11/2022

All. The. Breakdowns.

Today I actually had two of the worst breakdowns I have had since the day you took your life. I was supposed to be with you in Kentucky right now, and that absolutely breaks my heart. The original plan was for me to come out and visit for about a week. We would go to all of our favorite spots, etc. I am devastated. I felt terrible most of the day and tried to sleep off most of today just to get through it. My eyes are bloodshot red from the uncontrollable tears that I have been crying. My ears are ringing from the concert last night, but I was also reading that severe depression can cause this too. I am such a mess, but no one sees it. You were the only person who I have ever fully let in. I know that I was the same for you, except you mostly let me in. We would have likely been snuggling up on your air mattress right now.

Whoever says grief gets easier is a liar. It doesn’t get easier, it just hits you differently day to day.

Today (besides the panicked breakdowns), I walked Sadie, bought my new plane tickets for my next Kentucky trip, visited my buddy at his work, went to practice (today was the first day of school), and then went to a trivia night.

I am sure that everyone who saw me today thought I was fine. This is the issue with depression, is it’s really good at convincing others that you’re okay, but in reality it’s eating you alive from the inside out. Admittedly, I was the very opposite of “fine” or “okay”. I am trying to work on being more vulnerable with myself, and with you all reading this. Mental health struggles are real, and society needs to do a better job with addressing these, and creating safe spaces.

On a couple of positive notes before I jump into one of the breakdowns, the first day of practice was fun, and my trivia team WON! I do not think I have ever won at trivia. It felt like quite the accomplishment. Go Team! I am really glad that my. coworker introduced me to this group. They’re all wonderful people who I believe will be very encouraging during what feels like an impossible season. I was meant to be connected with them all. I still hate that it took losing you to find new friends like this.

Okay, so breakdown number one happened after I got home from practice. It had been a few days since I cried, and I think that’s because I was trying to be strong as I usually do. There is strength in weakness though. Either way I cried for about 15 minutes and then started writing some music which helped. I also almost didn’t go to trivia because I was so upset. But, all of those friends were very encouraging and supportive so they convinced me to go. You’d really like this group.

On my drive home from trivia, it hit me again, and it hit me harder. I started sobbing in my car as I was driving. By the time I got home I realized that the tears would not stop. I sat in your old chair and curled up into a ball and held myself as I tried to control my breathing. I started having a panic attack, and was doing everything that I could to try and control it. Throughout all of my tears I was talking to you, saying things like “why”, “you promised”, “you said you’d never leave me”, and “no, no, no”. I felt this was important to share because it’s raw and real. The pain is like nothing I have ever experienced before. Your heart actually physically hurts.

At one point I was sitting in your chair and I said “where are you?”, which is a bit of a rhetorical question, I understand. The tears continued, and when I went to stand up, there was a little green heart on the floor. Very randomly. On top of that, I realized this heart was made from the outside of the mini piñata that I made for you for your birthday in rehab. I had taken a little t-rex piñata and stuffed with with 50+ notes for him. Again, I have nothing else in my apartment like, this. This little green heart was definitely from the outside material of that piñata. I truly have no idea how that even got there, because that piñata has been in/with a keepsake box this whole time. This made me break down even more. I sat on the floor and just cried. It was quite the ugly cry.

I was able to pick myself up off the floor and sit on the end of the couch. I just stared off into space and tried to calm my thoughts. Sometimes to calm myself down I try and imagine what you would say to me. I hate that I am forgetting your voice. The other day I listened to old voicemails just to remember what you sounded like. Heartbreaking.

Praying that tomorrow is better, and that God can give me strength.

I’ll always love you, “you’re my boy, blue!”

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

Some vulnerable pictures of really what it’s like living with losing you. Social media and blogs focus on only the good, I am trying to show you all the reality. One for each bad breakdown. </3

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vrsvivendi · 2 years

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moin moin (i'm running out of typical german greetings, i'm not even from the north, anyway)

i really don't think i can cheer you up that much, considering i just had to turn off the tv because i couldn't stop thinking about how alexia isn't in this tournament, then i started crying, but i can at least tell you like a semi-funny story.

so the other day, i was at london pride. first of all, it was absolutely amazing, there were SO. MANY. PEOPLE. (cologne pride could never) and i saw a band that i've been a fan of for a while and everything was going great. only issue was that i was alone, cause i'm on vacation with just my parents and they didn't want to spend the entire day there with me. (they're actually not homophobic, believe it or not, my mom's always bragging about how she's been going to pride since '96, but they had tickets for something else) so anyway, i was alone, wandering around and then i naturally proceeded to trip over a road sign on the ground. as you've probably heard english people are typically so nice it's almost absurd and of course people at pride specifically, so there were like 10 people immediately around me checking in and stuff and i was like "no, i'm fine, thank you" as one does and then literally one of them was like "no, you're not, sit down." and turns out i had cut my lip, chin and knee and eventually after like 20 minutes some medics finally showed up and took me to their tent and then they were like: "well, you might have a concussion, be careful." and then my parents showed up, got my face cleaned and then we went to the adele concert at hyde park, had the time of our lives, especially actually on the way back with thousands of people trying to get from hyde park to green park corner whilst screaming adele songs and adele cured my concussion.

i actually might get a scar on my lip for a while which is kinda cool, but anyway, everything else is going well. we went to a dig today (essentially becoming archeologists for a day, which was all of our childhood dreams) and everyone there started celebrating and hugging and high-fiving when we heard that boris resigned. overall, great day.

once again, sorry for the rant. how is everything in mollet?

- German Anon

German Anon please never apologize for your rants! I always love getting them in my inbox and I’m always looking forward to your messages!!!

Am I a bad person when I tell you, that I laughed about your story and your clumsiness? I hope not and I also hope, you’re okay! London pride huh? That’s really huge! With the Adel concert it sounds like a really good day. Are the holidays as good as expected? Also congratulations to your (maybe) scare on your lip :))

With Alexia - I can completely understand you. My whole social media is full with it and it is mentioned EVERYWHERE. I can’t here it anymore. The news really steamed my feelings about the euros. Which brings my to my life: this week and half of next week I need to work a lot before my first holidays. Also I’m coming to Germany for some days and I’m going to Berlin pride. Gonna be interesting. Don’t hesitate to write me again… Especially since tomorrow Spain and Germany are playing.

Tschüss, bis bald!

#ask #german anon

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mikumanogi-blog · 2 years

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2022-05-21 “I’m still a rookie” Ikeda Teresa blog [ENG]

Teresa-panda 〜 spotted

You worked hard today.

I’m Nogizaka46 5th generation member Ikeda Teresa.

If you like, please continue reading ( Ꙭ )/''

Mao-san gave this to me.

To whom it may concern, are you feeling well. I’m doing great.

It’s been 11 days since the previous blog.

During that time a lot has happened.

I may not be able to recite it as well I would like but I’ll do it the best I can so please keep reading.

During Nogizaka 4.6 Hour TV Live broadcast, Kuromi-san took this picture for me ( ◜︎︎𖥦◝ )

Behind me is the cute and adorable Mukai-san.

When this was taken I didn’t even notice because I was too focused so I was shocked when I received this picture!

Aughhhh, if I knew about it I would’ve done a peace sign.

By the way, the large amount of faces in this drawing with large ears and listless eyes and their special point, I’m currently taking accepting names for them! I’ll be waiting for their applications in the comments. 〠

This flag that I helped draw was set up at the live’s venue. Did you see it, for those that saw me at the live concert good things will definitely befall you tomorrow!

The 10th YEAR BIRTHDAY LIVE was held for 2 days between the 14th and 15th of May, thank you very much!

For me, it was the first time I was able to stand and perform alongside the senior members on the same stage.

As a member of Nogizaka46 and in front of 70 thousand people, it’s something that the past me couldn’t even fathom.

I can’t express in words the speed in which we debuted to being able to have this wonderful and amazing experience, I’m so very thankful.

It’s Suzuki Ayane-san!

I was able to take a lot of pictures with the senior members ჱ̒⸝⸝•̀֊•́⸝⸝)‪

Once again I could feel the true strength of this group.

For this beautiful and shinning stage there was a lot of hard work that went on behind the scenes to make it happen it something that I realized during this live concert.

To all the senior members who helped up on the stage to the staff that helped below it, everyone was so bright it was hard to look at them.

The 10th anniversary of the group is a huge junction point, and to see it as a member of this group is one of the most happiest things I’ve experienced in this tiny life.

During this time I also turned 20 years old.

The other 5th generation members celebrated it with me, it made me so happy （‪߹-߹）

Irohan

It’s the new outfit for the Live concert💜💚 Purple and yellow-green!

When I turned 10 Nogizaka had just started and now I’m 20 years old and I’m glad that I still support them!

Please continue to look after me ⸝‍(_ _)⸜

Bonus story

During the rehearsal our bibs were changed from white to purple! I’m so glad

Since the live concert finished for this blog I’ve written a lot of things and deleted a lot things while going over it but one things that stays is the fact that it’s frustrating that the feelings and emotions that I have inside I can’t express on the page no matter how hard I try.

If only I had more literary talent (´･_･`)

For my first outdoor live concert, it don’t stop raining all week and so I thought that it would probably be pouring during the concert as well. For me, rain is a weather that always makes me feel down.

However, my senior members looked stunning running down the stage in the rain, and so if it wasn’t raining I would never have experienced that. Thanks to Nogizaka46 I no longer hate the rain. That’s why I was truly able to enjoy the live concert in the rain, even though it cleared up for the concert!

‘Run with the belief that clear skies will come’ were the first words that came in to my head to express my feelings.

Since the sun started shinning down, only this group which I’ve only known, I want to one day be someone that can run through the pouring rain.

The sever echo from backstage after I put the in-ear monitor in, I couldn’t understand what the people in front of me were saying and I felt really lonely. Right before I couldn’t force a smile, and I caused a lot of trouble for the managers and other members, I’m so sorry! But when I got onto the stage in front of the crowd, and seeing people hold up their towels with me name on it, I felt like everyone here are my allies.

70 thousand people, from pillar to post, I could see them all. To the people that came to support me, were you able to find me? I tried to make eye contact with everyone. (ㅎ.ㅎ)v

Ahhh, my aspirations for my 20th birthday.

For New Nogizaka Star Tanjou! I said I would show them my family register but my Mother brought it. My birthday mission was complete! One more year, what should I do (sweats)

Bonus content (over)

Tomorrow is Miku!

Mikku Miku I want to go with you (Not Hatsune Miku)

Well then! See you in another 11 days at the same place. I’ll be waiting

Thank you for all the comments on the previous blog. I read them all.

After all I have a response series( ◜︎︎𖥦◝ )

· Regarding the stew of cubed meat or fish

→I failed to warm it up in the microwave

· Did you see me?

→I definitely saw you in the standing seats Yudantaiteki ^ ^

· Favorite songs

Vocaloid

→ Hana ga ochita no de, Astronauts, dance robot dance, the best, Dare ka no shinzou ni naretanara

Polkadot stingray -san

→Telecaster stripe

Aimer-san

→Hoshikuzu Venus, I beg you, One

The first thing I listened to from her was ‘Black Bird’ It was the main them of the manga ‘Kasane’ and that’s why I heard it first

ZOC-san

→Family name, A INNOSENCE, AGE OF ZOC

Namahamu and Yakiudon-san

→Shinjuku wa shinyou dekinai!

I feel like right now their lyrics express how I’m feeling, when I was a fan this is a song I often listened to but I’ve fallen in love with different parts of the lyrics since becoming an idol.

It’s a song that I personally can get close to since I too am an iodl.

Favorite Tokusatsu song?

→Kamen Rider Heisei Generations FOREVER Medley D.A RE-BUILD MIX

When I heard it in the movie theatre I cried, I became a ghost of Heisei.

Favorite Nishino Nanase solo song?

→Kougousei Kibou!!!

· Least favorite food

→Tomato…Aya-chan made me eat some ( ˊᵕˋ ;)

· Are you half Japanese?

→I thought looking at my family photo would clear up the whole thing but that wasn’t the case

· I forgot to apply for your meet and greet! Please forgive me

→I…I wont

You need to come to the next one or I will never forgive you, I’ll be waiting.

· Kikkake

→When it was performed all the 5th generation members were right behind the stage on stand-by, the affinity of Nogizaka songs and an orchestra is dope

· Do you have good wifi

→I heard that is was good to put aluminum foil behind it but I haven’t tried yet.

· Hair

Bangs

→Like Nanase-san used to have it, and to respect Kaki-san

I always leave it in the care of my stylist, idol bangs are amazing!

Hair style

→shorter than when I took my audition

My hair grows fast, I don’t think there are many others besides Higuchi-san, it’s something we have in common.

· Panda bread….Teresa bread….

→Regarding Panda bread, I don’t have that element anymore

Recently Teresa-pan has been shortened to Tere-pan by a large amount of people, ahh, I like the written form in hiragana! Thank you bready much

· Favorite drawing or painting

→I like the impressionism of Touch( ˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )

Digital art is easily erasable but I like the feeling of hand drawn art, is my honest opinion!

My limit for a rough sketch is 7 hours and color is 6! It goes by so fast but it hurts my back.

· What should we talk about during the online meet and greet?

→first off let’s dance (ง ˘ω˘ )ว

· Are you resistant to being tickled?

→of course (smug face)

· Favorite part of a bento?

→The meat!!! Recently I’ve taken a liking to sweet-and-sour pork, I can’t stop myself from eating everyday it’s getting b a d

· Favorite vegetable

→turnips, I want to try riding a motorcycle turnip

· Is it ok for me to Stan you right?

→I won’t listen to your answer!!!!

· Somewhere you want to go

→I want to go the Louvre in Paris one day, I’ve talked about going with a high school friend who’s waiting to get into university after not having passed their entrance exam. That dream hasn’t come true yet but one day I’ll see the Winged Victory of Samothrace.

· Best dish?

→r…rolled egg omelet is something I can make (sweats)

· Favorite Manga artist?

→Nihonbashi Yowoko-san, Fujimoto Tatsuki-san, Itagaki Paru-san, Isayama Hajime-san, TONO-san.

· Regarding Nogizaka46

→My favorite Nogizaka46 MV is ‘Gomenne, zutto…’

‘Kaerimichi wa’ ‘Gomenne, zutto…’ are both parts of a point of view of ‘if I wasn’t able to join Nogizaka46’ and that’s why I’m in love with them.

I feel like if I never joined Nogizaka46 I could easily visualize the rest of my life, but since joining I don’t know what the future will hold for me

Thank you very much. (ง ˘ω˘ )ว

This time I have a question for everyone. I’m sorry for posting in the middle of the night! Apparently it was oversize, I apologize.

Everyone, are you a morning or evening person? Personally I’m a super night person, tehe

(Teresa No. 1003 2022.05.21 18:23)

22.05.21 Ikeda

https://www.nogizaka46.com/s/n46/diary/detail/100283?ima=2109&cd=MEMBER

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Can I request a prompt of dad!Harry where maybe it’s just him And Sasha and they get mobbed and her slightly hurt but he is furious

JUST A LESSON

word count: 5k+ (how'd i write this in one day)

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

- If you'd like more from dad!harry verse - check out my masterlist! (pinned post)

- PLEASE NOTE: DAD!HARRY & CEO!HARRY ARE TWO DIFFERENT TROPES.

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Harry was quite stressed out. He wasn’t sure how his wife did it all the time. She was constantly packing up Sasha and toting her around the globe to meet up with him for concerts and events when he was away.

The little family had been staying in their Los Angeles home for nearly three months now as Harry had been writing for his third solo album. It involved a lot of late nights were Y/N were putting Sasha to bed by herself.

Harry was eternally grateful that she was so patient and understanding when he snuck into bed quarter past three after finding a rift that fit a new song perfectly or when Mitch had an idea that had Harry on Skype for hours with him.

The stress was overwhelming for her though. She was usually good at self-care and taking time for herself but Sasha had been so needy lately and crabby when her father wasn’t at her beck and call.

The toddler was going through a bout where she struggled to sleep through the night and had a tendency to scream bloody murder when she didn’t get her way.

It was nearly three weeks of this and she hadn’t mentioned it too much to Harry because she didn’t want him to be as stressed out as she was.

Tonight, Y/N had rocked, sang, hummed, and read to her daughter to stop the angry tears that were rolling down her cheeks but nothing was working. It was near eleven at night and she had took Sasha out in the car for a long ride where she finally fell asleep.

But as soon as Y/N unlocked the front door, she startled awake even angrier than before, squirming out her mother’s grip and bolting through the house. When she tried to round a corner, she slipped on her bum.

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

Sasha began screaming once again, “Mummy! No! No!”

When Y/N picked her up after her slight tumble, she was absolutely not hurt but had become even more frustrated. Y/N was starting to feel overwhelmed - which didn’t happen often.

“Baby, what do you want? What can mummy do?” Y/N asks with desperation, searching her baby’s watery green eyes. She looked so much like her dad it was absurd.

“No! Down! Stop!” The two year old orders with a furrowed brow, lips in a tight line with her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“Sasha, you just hurt yourself. You can’t run in the house, the floor is slippery,” Y/N tells her firmly despite it falling upon deaf ears.

“Bad mummy,” Sasha shrieks, “Daddy! Want Daddy! Now!”

Y/N is embarrassed to admit that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She was trying everything in her power to soothe her baby. It’s midnight at this point and she’d been at it since seven this morning.

Sasha had refused a nap all day - giving Y/N no respite at all. Harry had left at eight in the morning and hadn’t returned yet. Even though Sasha was only two and a half, Y/N felt a pang at the words ‘bad mummy.’

She didn’t feel any other option at this point than to call Harry for help. She wanted to be capable of being at stay home mum but sometimes it was really fucking hard but she felt guilty because she should be able to do this. Harry was out there working hard, providing, constantly.

When he doesn’t answer, the tears freely start streaming down her face in silence. She scrubs at them quickly so that her daughter doesn’t see them but it’s hard to catch them all - sobs threatening to bubble through her lips.

“Daddy’s working, we need to go to sleep,” Y/N replies to her daughter, jaw clenched to hold back the upset she feels. She needs a minute alone but she doubts her toddler will let her.

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

Y/N wants to laugh, it’s so fucking late and Sasha should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. The mother was so beyond her routine at this point, that she actually just gave in to her daughter.

Sasha’s mood turns around when Y/N wrangles them both into their swimsuits ***and trails out of the back patio, switching on all the lights around as well as in the pool. The California air was still extremely warm, enough to cause a sweat. ***

She tugs a little donut raft into the pool with them that Sasha can float around on while Y/N guides it to keep her safe. She was so tired by this point that her bones felt like they weighed a million pounds.

Sasha’s eyes droop until they finally flutter close within minutes of being in the warm water. Her eyelids splotchy pink from all of the fits and tears from the day. And when she is completely asleep, Y/N lets herself cry as she continues to float the baby around the pool to keep her asleep.

She hasn’t been doing it for more than ten minutes when the patio door opens and Harry is stepping into the back with a confused expression that she can’t see because her back is turned to him.

“Love, why are you in the pool? S’late,” Harry asks softly but he doesn’t get an answer, so he’s slipping out of his plain tee and striped pants, dirty vans kicked to the side ***.

Just in his briefs, he quietly enters the pool to not disrupt the ebb and flow of the water. When he makes his way over to her, he slides in front of his wife, alarmed at the exhausted, tearful expression on her face.

“Baby, what’s happened? Talk t’me,” Harry whispers, hands coming to cup his wife’s face in between his large hands. Rings cold against her hot, wet cheeks. He looks to his sleeping daughter, running his eyes over her a few times and decides she seems completely okay.

“M’fine,” Y/N chokes out but the lie causes a fresh wave of tears.

Harry frowns, “Don’t lie to me, pet. Please, don’t shut me out. M’always here for you.”

“I’m a bad mum,” She sobs silently, her eyes closing as she leans into his palms before moving to rest her head heavily on the crook of his tattooed shoulder, his chest damp from the salty tears.

“Wha-What’s brought this on? Y’the best mum in the world, best wife in the world. The best at everythin’, why are you doubtin’ that, my heart?” Harry murmurs, taking over the rocking motions of Sasha’s raft.

“She wouldn’t settle today, Harry. Like at all, refusing to nap, eat any healthy food, or bathe. She screamed at me the whole day no matter what I did and then she told me I was bad and she wanted you.”

“Love, she’s in the midst of her terrible twos. She loves you more than anythin’ on this earth. Y’her mummy and a damn good one at that. Why didn’t y’call me? I’d come home, work is never more important than our family.”

Y/N doesn’t bring up the fact she did try to call, “I need to be able to do this myself, Harry. M’a stay at home mum, taking care of Sash is literally my only job and I can’t even do that.”

Harry’s face hardens but he tries to not take it personally, knowing his wife is just upset with herself, “That’s not fair to me, dove. M’her daddy, she’s half mine too. She’s just as much of my responsibility as yours, no matter what my job is.”

“I don’t want to stress you out more than necessary,” Y/N mutters into his skin.

“Me coming home to my wife in tears and my baby in the pool at midnight is more stressful than you ringin’ me to come home,” Harry tells her, smearing a few kisses to the top of her hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m just tired.”

Harry pulls her back so he can look her in the eyes, “Never apologize for somethin’ like that. Go get a bath and let me put the bub to sleep, okay? I love y’mumma.”

Harry calls his mum the next morning while Y/N is out getting a manicure with Glenne. He’d called her favorite salon earlier in the day, coercing them into opening a spot for her with a monetary bribe.

Y/N had hesitated at the door as Sasha threw a fit at her mother leaving the house. She clung onto her calf until Harry had to physically pull her off and hold her tightly in his arms.

Currently, Sasha was playing with a set of dolls on the floor of her bedroom as Harry sat next to her. She’d originally been happy with the presence of her father until he told her he needed to make a phone call.

Harry had to be stern with her when she went to grab at the phone pressed to his ear, gently gripping her wrist and frowning, “We don’t do that, s’not nice.”

Sasha had attempted to grab at it again and managed to tangle Harry’s long locks into his fist, tugging at them. Harry unraveled the small fingers before telling his daughter, “If you do that one more time, y’going on the step for two minutes.”

The threat had her pouting harshly but turning back to her toys to occupy herself, sighing when his mum finally answered the phone, “Hi darling.”

“Hi mum, you alright?” Harry asks, relaxing at the sound of his mother’s melodic voice.

“I’m perfect, you don’t sound okay, dear,” Anne replies with a concerned twinge.

Harry didn’t call much to complain, didn’t like worrying her and most of the time Y/N was able to provide the support he needed or Jeff.

“Y/N’s really overwhelmed,” Harry tells her before choking up a bit, “And I don’t know what to do mum, I feel like m’bein’ a bad husband. Came home to her crying last night and she feels like she’s a bad mum.”

When Sasha hears her father’s voice crack, she looks up at him curiously before recognizing that he’s upset. She crawls into his lap, fitting herself against his chest before playing with a doll there. Comforting him.

Harry wraps his free arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. His precious little baby. A little blessing as sweet as her mother.

“Oh honey, that happens. Mums, good mums especially are so critical when they don’t need to be. Baby’s are overwhelming, plus I know she’s been alone a lot with her. But you’re not a bad husband, dear.”

“It feels like it,” Harry sniffles, burying his face in his daughter’s lavender-scented curls from her bath earlier.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be calling,” Anne chuckles at her son, “Now how can we make this situation better?”

The phone call helped Harry not feel so hopeless in helping his wife. He’d come up with the plan to fly to England with Sasha so that Anne could see her but Y/N could have some alone time for a long weekend.

When Y/N enters the front door after her appointment, she’s met by a very excited little human who rushes to her mother and demands to be picked up. Of course, Y/N obliges, looking a bit more refreshed and awake as she tucks the baby against her hip.

Harry had ordered their favorite salads from a shop in the city and had it ready for her, “Oh, looks delicious. Thank you, H,” She smiles at him, leaning to give his stubbly cheek a kiss.

As they dig in, Y/N feeding bits of chicken and veggies to her daughter as they eat, Harry clears his throat, “I’m taking Sash to Holmes Chapel for the long weekend to see my mum.”

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

Harry gives her a perplexed look, he’d thought she’d put up a fight. She despised being away from Sasha - couldn’t go a day without seeing her daughter.

“Really?” Her husband asks, putting down his fork.

“Mhm, I just have to pack a bag for Sash and I. When are we leaving?” Y/N replies eagerly, ready to go back home and get away from California for a bit.

Harry’s stomach clenches, “Erm, I meant just me and the baba? I thought you could stay here and relax for a weekend. Sleep, hang out, shop.”

Y/N’s face falls and is replaced with a devastated look, “You don’t think I’m being a good mum.”

Harry backpedals, realizing he shouldn’t have approached it in the lax way he did.

“No, no, of course not, baby. I think you’re such a good mum that you need a break. You never get breaks, m’the one who always does. S’not fair to you. I just need you to have some time to take care of yourself,” Harry explains, his heart shattering a bit at the tears brimming again.

“I don’t want a break, don’t leave me here,” Y/N begs, tucking a piece of tomato in her daughter’s expectant mouth before Sasha chews and smiles at her mother.

“Mummy, more please?” Sasha chirps, her mood a little bit brighter than it had been the last few days.

“Thank you for using your manners, here baby,” Her mother responds, popping another into her mouth after she sliced it in half.

“Did you book a commercial flight?” She asks her husband with an angry tone.

“No, private but we have to catch it at LAX,” Harry explains, the private airport they usually fly out of was filled to capacity at the moment.

“Either I’m coming or you’re going alone. You’re not taking Sasha without me,” Y/N replies firmly. She stands up and shuffles Sasha into his lap before leaving the room without another word.

Harry didn’t expect that. He should have thought it through more. If Y/N wanted to come, of course she could, but he’d never meant to offend her or act like he was taking Sasha away from her.

Harry had attempted to reason his way out of going to the studio with Jeff today. However, with the final cuts and adjustments were being made - he was quickly turned down and demanded in the studio.

When he’d trailed into the quiet house that night, relieved to find his baby in her crib instead of the pool, he went to his bedroom where the lights were still on.

The closet doors were open and Y/N was on the ground folding and sorting Sasha’s clothes before placing them in her suitcase. ***

Y/N’s suitcase already laying zipped and ready to go by the entrance of the closet. Her toiletry bag was placed neatly on top of it. Then his heart pings a bit when he sees that she’s already packed up his suitcase as well.

Harry pads over to his wife, plopping down behind her and tugging her back into him - long arms wrapping around her upper chest.

“Missed you, mumma.”

She hums, “I missed you too. Miss you always.”

“Y’the love of my life, y’know that?” Harry asks, kissing the back of her neck.

“I better be or you married the wrong person,” Y/N laughs softly, her tone still off but lighter than before.

“Married the right person, knocked up the right person.”

Y/N barks out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “How romantic.”

“Baby, y’know what I’m getting at. You’re the best mum and wife. I just wanted you to have a few days to yourself. To lower your stress level and let you do some self-care,” Harry murmurs, pushing the baby clothes out of her hands.

“But your mum can watch her for a bit while we’re there, right? I don’t want alone time, I need the exact opposite. I need company,” She tells him, twisting herself until she’s seated in his lap - straddling him.

“Mmm, can definitely have some alone time,” Harry agrees instantly, his mouth finding her throat - beginning to lay a path of wet, hot kisses down the column down to her collarbones.

“H, I have t’pack, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” Y/N weakly argues but can’t help but bear down against her husband when she feels him harden in his loose pants quickly.

“S’just a quickie? Yeah, pet? Lemme fuck you,” Harry’s hands dragging the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Eyes lighting up boyishly when he realizes she didn’t have a bra on.

She can’t argue as he darts down to wrap his lips around her pert bud, sucking between long swipes of his tongue - just how she liked it. “Missed y’body so much,” Harry states against her heated skin.

“Just had me two days ago,” Y/N laughs but it cuts off into a moan when his hand slides into her pajama shorts and finds her clit over her thin underwear.

“Never enough,” Harry replies easily, “Remember the song I wrote f’you?”

Y/N snarkily asks, “Which one? Nearly all your songs are about me.”

And well...Harry can’t even argue how true her statement is. “The one titled ‘Never Enough’, pet? Remember?”

Before she can speak, he lowly croons out the chorus of the song he wrote for One Direction years ago, “Lips so good I forget my name. I swear I would give you everything. It’s never enough, never enough.”

Harry knows his sweet as syrup singing gets her immensely turned on and so he’s not surprised when she whimpers against his lips, “Fuck me, c’mon.”

He’s delighted at his wife’s pleas and quickly moves them, leaning forward with her until she’s on her back on the ground of their walk-in closet. He accidentally kicks over a pile of Sasha’s dresses but neither even notice.

There is no time wasted as Harry removed every single article from Y/N’s body quickly as well as his own. He’s leaning forward to suck a few more kisses to her chest as his fingers slip down to crook right up into her hot center.

“No teasing,” Y/N complains, wrapping hands around his biceps and bringing him on top of her more fully. She’s squeezing around his two fingers with need, it has him groaning when he brings them up and sucks them between his pouty lips.

Then she’s not waiting any longer, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his thick length. Harry lets out rumble from his chest at the contact before she’s guiding him into her without any further ado.

“Baby,” Harry chastises as soon as she starts goading him into thrusts with her feet against him bum, pushing him into her harder than he’d usually start, “Y’squeezin’ me s’tight, you missed me too?”

Y/N nods, whining every time he pushes against her spot and sends a zip of arousal through her body. His trimmed hair around his base brushing against her clit causing delicious friction for her.

“No, y’need to tell me,” Harry huffs, hand gripping her jaw harsher than he would if they were having slow, intimate sex. He knew she loved it by the way her eyes twinkle with stubbornness.

“No,” She replies coyly, heels of her feet pressing hard against him to the point it itches with a slight pain. Harry loved his wife so much it was looney.

“It’s fine, don’t need y’to come for me to get off, dove,” Harry replies simply, speeding up his thrusts with his hand holding her jaw for him to press bruising kisses against. His teeth are coming to pull her bottom lip in between.

Something switches in her demeanor though without warning, her voice softer and pliant, “Tell me you love me.”

It has Harry slowing down his hips until he’s rocking deeper into her, going down on his elbows so their noses are bumping. He releases the grip of her chin and instead moves to her bum to encourage her to meet him halfway.

“I love you, s’much it hurts most days,” Harry replies obediently, knowing what his wife needed at that moment. Reassurance. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, then you made us a perfect little baby.”

She’s looking up at him with loving, grateful eyes, landing a gentle peck to his upper lip and letting her head fall back onto the floor. This is what she needed right now from her husband and he was so good at providing.

“Breaks my heart when y’don’t think your a good mum or wife. ‘Cause you’re everythin’ I ever wanted. Why’d you think I write every song about you, lovie? S’cause you’re my soulmate.”

“H,” She whimpers, emotion thick in her throat as she meets his eyes, “I love you so much. You’re the best husband and dad ever.”

“Baby,” Harry murmurs into her cheek, picking up speed as she starts to clench around him in a warning of her oncoming orgasm. He slips his hand down to press a few light rubs to her clit before she’s arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

“You look s’good, coming ‘round my cock,” Harry tells her, helping her ride through it before hitching her hips up even further and thrusting harshly until his hips stutter and he’s coming as well.

“Harry,” Y/N sighs, her breathing coming back to normal as she roams a hand down his shoulders and back - scratching lightly.

“Hmm, dove? Y’want my cock again? Need a few,” He replies into her neck, ever the teenage boy.

She giggles, “No, we have to catch a flight at eight in the morning and it’s currently four-thirty.”

Harry grunts before pulling out and sitting up, “Y’better have packed my favorite pajama pants or I’m goin’ to be cross with you.”

Y/N now regrets the second round of fun as soon as their alarm goes off. Her body sore from the position he’d twisted her into against the shower wall after they packed the rest of Sasha necessities.

They were nearly at the airport with Sasha nodding back off in the carseat. She was excited to see her Nana and Aunt Gemma once again.

Their daughter was in the cutest, comfiest jumpsuit with comic hearts all over it *** and adorable little sock sneakers*** that slide right on and off her feet.

Harry had chucked on black sunglasses, a black jumper with green lettering, black joggers, and blue checkered van with white socks. He was attempting to fly under the radar as much as possible because he knew paparazzi just sit outside the entrances to spot celebrities. ***

It was annoying but he could deal with it when he was mobbed at the airport when he was by himself. But when it was with his wife and baby - he couldn’t stomach it. It’s part of the reason they fly private from a private port.

When they pull up to the curb, a staff member is waiting for them and helps Harry as well as the driver put his luggage on a cart to be brought to the awaiting jet.

Y/N unbuckles the baby who is awake now but bleary-eyed as she’s sitting on the curve of her mother’s hip.

And well - that’s when the madness begins. A pap spots them within seconds of exiting the car and is pulling up his camera for the first shots, the other photographers sitting around follow suit.

As soon as one of them screams, “Harry Styles - look this way!” The jam packed area looks towards them, seeming fans of his start murmuring before following behind the paparazzi pulling their phones out.

Y/N is used to the crowds by now - but just like Harry, not with Sasha around. They tried to avoid situations like this as much as possible. The lights and loud noises were scary to the little girl.

“Mummy,” Sasha whines, picking her head up from her mother’s shoulder to stare wide-eyed at the gathering in front of them.

Harry started to feel anxiety because this was becoming a massive crowd - scratch that, it wasn’t a crowd it was a fucking mob of people. They were all too close, blinding the family with their flashes despite security attempting to push them back.

Fans were shoving and thrusting their phones in Harry’s face, shoving random things for him to sign in front of him. Paparazzi were screaming questions and taking thousands of pictures in a minute’s time.

Harry grabs onto Y/N’s hand tightly, their diaper bag on Harry’s shoulder, and begins to attempt to guide them through the swarm. It was like trying to move through cement, the crowd not budging despite security’s screams.

Sasha is full blown crying at this point into her mother’s neck. Y/N’s hand cupping the back of her head to keep her head down and out of the photographs - holding her as tightly as possible.

Y/N can hear Harry began to curse - signaling that he’s becoming stressed out because he would usually never be rude to the public despite their actions. But he couldn’t give a fuck when it came to his family.

“Move out of the way.”

“D’you not see I have a fuckin’ baby?”

“Get those fuckin’ cameras out of their faces.”

“Back the fuck away from my wife and baby.”

Then Y/N is being shoved by a teenage girl who trips when she thrusts her arm towards Harry. She tumbles into Y/N with her full weight and Y/N’s loses her footing, falling forward - letting go of Harry’s hand.

When she falls, she manages to catch herself with the arm that’s not holding her daughter. But she feels pain in her knees and Sasha emits a sharp wail that alerts Y/N her daughter is hurt.

“Sash, fuck,” Y/N gasps, her motherly instincts automatically kicking in and she’s cradling her daughter as tightly to her chest as she can, shielding her from the swarm who had quieted only a bit.

It must take Harry a second to realize that something had happened, he turns around - eyes frantic as he absolutely roars, “Back the fuck up! I’ll fuckin’ break each and everyone of your cameras! Fucking leeches.”

With that, he’s helping to pull you up and grasping at the two, “Are you okay? Wha’s hurt?”

Y/N just shakes her head, having a panic attack as she shuffles the crying baby into his arms. “Please, just...Sasha. I think she hurt her arm when I fell.”

“Daddy, ouch,” Sasha shrieks loudly into his sweatshirt as he hikes her up onto his chest, her little legs wrapped around his midsection.

“Ssh, y’okay,” Harry tries to reassure her, matching his wife’s panic.

The crowd seems to give way now, the parents rushing their daughter into the airport.

Employees guide them to the medical office on-site where it’s now silent and calm but the family feels anything but.

Sasha’s sobs have turned into moans and whimpers at this point - but come back with a vengeance when Harry has to set her on the exam table and wrestle her out of her clothes until she’s just sat in her diaper.

The nurse was so amazing and kind. She checked Sasha thoroughly for any signs of trauma or broken bones but luckily, it was just a nasty scrape on her forearm that was hurting her. It wasn’t anything serious.

The parents had such concern for their daughter that Y/N didn’t even realize she had bled through her white joggers at the knees ***. The nurse frowns, “Honey, you’re still bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” She insisted even though her knees were aching.

“I’d like to examine your legs, dear,” The nurse tells her sternly, signaling that Harry can dress Sasha again.

He’s digging into the diaper bag for a spare out that they were always ready with. She was calming even more when Harry dressed her in a comfy pink set of clothes with little deer on them. ***

“Love, please let her,” Harry asks softly, pulling Sasha back onto his chest. Her thumb tucked into her mouth and her father hands her a plushie that Y/N had shoved in the bag last minute.

Y/N obliges with the pressure, wiggling the loose fabric down her legs until she’s just in her underwear and shirt - sits up on the table with her knees off to the side for her to examine.

Harry grimaces when he sees the multiple cuts and scrapes tainting her skin. A few slow trickles of blood still oozing from the gashes. The skin is already slowly covering purple and blue with bruises.

The nurse cleans her up, Y/N wincing when the alcohol brushes the cuts but Sasha is smiling again like nothing ever happened and cooing at her mum. It makes them both feel a lot better.

When they’re finally on the private jet, up high into the clouds away from the crowds and paparazzi - it feels like relief. ***

They had tucked their daughter onto the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket and she’s asleep nearly as soon as her head hits the pillow.

They trail back into the other part of the cabin so that they don’t disturb her, cuddling up on the couch together.

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

Y/N cuts him off before he begins, “If I’m not allowed to be a bad mum - you’re not allowed to be a bad father. It wasn’t y’fault that happened - it’s those careless, crazed people who have nothing better to do.”

Y/N was always the voice of reason in Harry’s head when he started to spiral.

Spiral because his fame was so overwhelming and got his family into difficult situations sometimes. She brought him back to reality.

“Hey, we’re both okay. Just a few scrapes. It was just a lesson, Harry. We just need to be safer and plan better, alright?” Y/N assures him softly, kissing under his chin before resting back - ready to sleep.

“Y’the best. Best mum, best wife,” Harry tells her, encompassing her in his loving hold.

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{Harry in sparkly black….Harry lemme **** *** *** for free}

You hadn’t talked to Harry all day. Not that you were mad at him or anything but your therapy this morning left you feeling a little spacey. There was something about talking about your emotions that left you feeling emotionally drained.

You missed Harry terribly and though it’s only been a short week, you felt very lonely. But on another note, your anxiety wasn’t as bad as it was. You were starting to feel like your normal self again but missing something.

You loved the tight knit life you have with Harry. You like being around him most hours of the day. You two were inseparable. If you were in the shower, he was in the bathroom reading a book from the lounger chair in the corner. If he was writing music on the beach, you were somewhere on the shore collecting shells. If you were going to the grocery store the least he could do was go for the drive with you. You two were close and it was something the both of you were ok with.

Some couples don’t like being so close but it worked for you and Harry. Being away from Harry was a weird experience. It’s only been a week but you feel like it’s been a lifetime. You haven’t minded being on your own but you wanted to be with the person you felt most connected to.

So being you, you purchased a ticket to Chicago. You didn’t know how Harry was going to react but you could only assume it would be a positive reaction. You told Jeff that you were coming so he could get you a hotel key and backstage pass.

As you sat in the airport you felt your back pocket buzz- your music pausing for the call. Your hand slipped into the pocket roughly pulling out the small phone. Harry’s icon, him in a fluffy robe looking as grumpy as ever, met your eyes. You cursed because you were quite obviously in the airport and if he saw you, the surprise would be ruined.

You answered anyways but only for audio. You made sure that your airpods were snug in you ear and there was no chance of them falling out.

“My lover!” Harry greets you a in sing song voice. You could hear his humph as he recognizes that you didn’t answer with the FaceTime video on. “Turn your camera on.”

“Can’t, I’m not feeling good.” You fib nervously. Harry frowned, nervous that he may have done something to upset you.

“Oh, alright. What’s wrong then?” He asks. You chew your lip trying to think of an answer.

“Uh, period.” You stammer.

“Your period doesn’t start for another few day…saw it on the tracker.” Harry may have your period tracker on his phone but it was because he wanted to make sure he was able to comfort you the best way he could when he needed to.

“Must be the meds-“ The sound of your boarding attendant sounded over your head cutting you off. “Hey bubs, I’ve actually got to go but we can’t chat later.”

“Sure, that’s fine I guess. Love you.” He mumbles, confused by the phone call. You hang up leaving Harry a little lost in his thoughts.

Later, Harry sang through his rehearsal carelessly, his head clouded with thoughts. He even sang through TBSL and though he was in the worst of moods, fans waiting at the venue thought he never sounded better.

You on the other hand had just sat through the worst flight of your life. There was a woman in the flight who didn’t want to wear her mask causing commotion before the flight could even take off. You had the worst headache halfway through the flight and because of the lack on supplies, the flight couldn’t give you any ginger ale or accommodations.

You didn’t let any of it get to you though as you directed for the chauffeur Jeff sent for you to go to the venue for show.

Harry sat in the common room backstage with the band and Jeff eating dinner grumpily. His fork was stabbing every little piece of lettuce of his salad, everyone watched worried that he may break his bowl.

“HS3 is trending on Twitter today, pretty exciting.” Jeff says to Harry breaking the silence. Jeff just received a text from you saying that you arrived to the venue and were walking towards Harry’s dressing room.

“Mmm great.” Harry grumbles. Jeff rolled his eyes at the diva.

“Someone’s a little pissy this evening. How about you go fix that mood before you greet your fans with a bad attitude.” Jeff scolds him like a child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Jeff really didn’t care about Harry’s attitude, used to the moods at this point, but he needed a way for Harry to leave the room and see you in the dressing room.

“Fine, didn’t want to be around anyways.” Harry shrugs.

Back in Harry’s dressing room, you rolled your suitcase into a corner where Harry’s outfit for the night resided on a hanger. You smiled at the sparkly black top that you helped pick out. You walked around his dressing room from the hair and makeup table, past the bathroom/ dressing area, and back around to the couch’s and coffee table where you took a seat. You snagged one of his green juices needing the boost of energy from being on the flight.

You heard the door knob jiggle but stayed planted in you seat sipping on the juice. You never made a peep as Harry barged through the room, scowl covering his face. He stormed past the couch not batting an eye at you. He went to the mini fridge where his juices were before letting an exasperated sigh.

“Who fucking took my juice?” He whines. You quietly giggle in your hand at his tone.

“Im sorry, thought I could have it.” You chuckle. Harry leaps from where he stands letting out a yell. He turns to look at you with wide eyes, hand over his chest as if his heart was going to explode from his chest. You stood from the couch waiting for him to react more but he just stood there in shock. When the realization of you actually being there kicked in he let out another yell before bounding over to you.

Before you knew it, you had two strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Your wrapped around his neck, hands and fingers spread through his hair. His face tucked into your lower neck peppering desperate kisses all over just to feel something.

“What are you doing here?” You hear him cry. You pulled away from him to wipe his eyes of the tears that streamed down his face.

“I needed to see you.” Was all you could muster. He pulled you down on the couch, your body cushioning his larger frame. He laid in between your legs, your back flat in the body of the couch.

“Im so happy your here.” Harry couldn’t even put his excitement into words. He knew you were coming in a week but to have you here earlier than that made him feel things. He sat up from suffocating you into the couch, allowing for you to sit up beside him. “What about your therapy? I hope you’re not jeopardizing your mental health to be here with me cause I would much prefer if you put me on the back burner and took care of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m ok. I still will see my therapist virtually, I’ve got all new meds that are working fine, and if all goes to shit I will go back home. It’s ok bubs.” You reassure him.

He grabs your face with both hands pulling your face to his. Your lips meet with need. His lips slotting with yours, moving slowly but with rigor as if he was scared you would slip from his fingers. Your bottom lips fit between his lips leaving for him to suck on it slightly. You moaned at the feeling making Harry pull you in tighter. You sat slightly upon his lap, chest against each other tightly. Your tongues pushed at one another, lips loving in tangent.

You pulled away when you felt his lower presence awaken. He whined at the loss of contact making you giggle.

“If we go any further you’re gonna be late for your show. I’ll give you more back at the hotel, yeah?” You say lowly trying to catch your breathe. He groaned resting his forehead on yours chasing your lips with chaste kisses making you smile.

“Fine, you owe my though. This is level three apology situation that can only be resolved with these things; sloppy blowies, butt stuff, or face masks if you catch my drift.” He chastised. You let out a deep belly laugh pushing yourself away from him. You two still sit facing each other, your legs slightly on top of his.

“You’re so nasty, but I may be able to arrange one of those.” You wink making Harry let out a triumphant laugh.

“Are you staying for the show? I understand if your not.” He questions fiddling with your fingers.

“Think it would be best if I didn’t. I’m really tired and I obviously need a nap if I’m going to be up for your post show antics.” You joke giving his nose a poke. He jokingly pretends to bite your finger in retaliation.

Harry went on stage that night happier than ever. He started plotting proposals from the second he walked you to the car with your suitcase and waved goodbye to you. You went to the hotel room and “accidentally” fell asleep wearing one of your most recent purchases curled up in your tour bus blanket.

Let’s just say that Harry not so accidentally woke you up after that concert ready to love all of his adrenaline off in you.

Part 2👀

#harry styles love on tour #hslot #hslot Chicago #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot

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Summary: Spencer Fox was nothing special. At least that’s what she thought, before she met him. Chris has been single for a couple years now. He was ready to give up on relationships all together, until he met her. Will they be the best thing for each other? Or will everything crumble to dust at their finger tips?

Word count: 1185

Pairing: Chris Motionless x OC-Spencer Fox

April 2nd, 2022-Chicago Illinois

Its the coldest damn day of the week and my friends dragged me to this concert. We've been standing in this line for what seems like hours. Freezing our asses off in the rain and occasional snow. I was about to go back to the car when the line started moving. Thank god. Once we got all checked in and we're allowed in the building we were escorted to the ball room where we were supposed to play trivia with the bands. The game went fine, fans answered the questions to the best of their ability. The fans ended up tying with the bands.

We were getting ready to get in line to take our pictures when one of the band members caught my eye. My friend told me that it was the lead singer of Motionless In White, Chris. He was super tall compared to my 5'4 stature. I was in a daze, staring at his white hair until my friend gave me a small shove, causing me to lurch forward. I tried to keep the attention off of me as we walked to the stage. I only glanced up when my friend nudged me with her elbow. When I finally looked up I was met with a pair of dark brown eyes and the same white hair I was admiring earlier. I wonder what it would feel like, running my fingers through the thick locks. Before I realized what was happening, he winked at me and then posed for the picture. I quickly turned around, doing the same.

Once we took our picture we were escorted to the back of the ballroom. Waiting quite impatiently to get to the barricade. Once we were given the ok, we all booked it to the barricade. My friend and I getting right to the front miraculously. Now we just wait for the show to start.

I was scrolling through my phone, aimlessly liking random instagram posts when someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was a security guard. What the hell?

"Miss, I'm gonna need you to come with me" He told me with an authoritative voice. My friend and I looked concerned but I quickly nodded and he helped me over the barricade. We walked quickly through the winding hallways of the building, I was very confused until he opened a door.

"Chris, your guest is here" the guard said before ushering me into the room and leaving. I was shocked. I was in a green room, alone with him, did he ask for me to come back here?

"Hey, I'm Chris if you didn't know, and you are?" He said with a calm demeanor as he motioned for me to take a seat on the leather couch.

"Um I'm Spencer, but my friends call me spence and on rare occasion, sir." I spoke as I took a seat beside him, god why did I say that! I could already feel my cheeks getting hot from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, ignore that last part, I don't know why I said that" I spoke quickly with a nervous laugh.

"I'll stick with spencer if you don't mind, I prefer to be the one getting called sir." He said with a smirk and a light chuckle, causing me to lose my train of thought.

I cleared my throat. "So Chris, why is it that you asked me to come back here? Do you give all your fans this special treatment?" I said with empty thoughts. I don't want to think I'm special.

"No, actually..you're the first." He spoke timidly, while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Oh my god, is the scary rockstar nervous? I didn't know that was possible" I said before giving him a small pat on the thigh.

This time he was the one to clear his throat. "I only get nervous around pretty girls." He whispered while he gently touched my cheek. I didn't realize how close we were sitting to each other until now. My hand was still on his thigh and our knees were practically touching, his hand on my cheek only pulling us closer. His lips barely grazed mine before I put my index finger to his lips. Gently pushing him away.

"We can't. I barely know you." I whispered before pulling away from him slowly.

"I'm sorry Spencer, that was my bad. I'm not normally this forward with people I've just met." He said quickly, taking his hands off me and scooting away. He cleared his throat before standing up again. He towered over me.

"I have to get ready for the show, um..you can hangout back here if you'd like. I can even have security go get your friend as well." He spoke as he headed for the door.

"That sounds great Chris. I really appreciate it." I said before standing up as well, giving him a small hug as he left the green room.

20 minutes later I heard someone knock on the door. When I opened it I came face to face with the same security guard as earlier and my friends very overly excited face.

"Hey Spence, what is going on?" Liz said as she grabbed my shoulders softly."

"I thought you were in trouble for something. You had me worried sick Spence. So what have you been doing back here?" She spoke with obvious curiosity.

"Um Chris called me back here. He said he doesn't ever let people back here, that I'm the first. Then he tried to kiss me. But I stopped him." I told her quickly, trying to not let my blush show through my makeup.

"Um excuse me, go back! He kissed you?" She said getting excited all over again.

"Tried, he tried. Like I said I stopped him. It wasn't right. We just met. I don't want to rush things, that's what always happens and then I screw everything up." I told her calmly. Trying to convince myself that this was the right move.

Before she could answer me, we heard a knock as the door opened. The security guard was back.

"Ladies, Mr.Motionless would like for you two to stand side stage for the show. Follow me please." He spoke sternly before walking away, assuming we were following. When we got to side stage I could see that it was all set up for the band, props and all. Liz and I both said thank you as the guard walked down to the barricade again. It didn't take long for the show to start.

"Hey I'm glad you stayed! I hope you enjoy the show and maybe we could do something afterwards? As long as you're fine with that." He spoke with hope in his dark eyes.

"Yes, sure, of course! Can Liz come along as well though? I'm her ride for the night." I spoke quickly so he didn't miss his que to go on stage.

"The more the merrier" he said with a slight smirk as he ran on stage.

Before I knew it, he started to scream.

"GET UP!"

#miw #chrismotionless #Ricky horror #motionless in white #smut #vinny mauro #ryan sitkowski #Justin morrow #Trinity of Terror

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