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Pong Master : Harry Styles

Summary: You’re Harry’s best friend and he invites you down to the tropics while he’s writing his new album. You’ve always been secretly into each other and it comes to a climax over a game of Strip Ping Pong.

Warnings: i mean. its smut. but it’s also soft.

Word Count: 9.4k

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When you’d arrived at the remote villa and realized that the casita living room had a ping pong table, it had been obvious that copious amounts of time would be spent with playing against Harry who was a known lover of the ‘sport.’

As one of his best friends in the whole world, Harry had invited you down to the tropics to hang out and have fun while he worked on a new album. You’d known when you agreed to the ‘vacation’ that a lot of his time would go towards working. Most of the people he invited in his entourage were musicians, you being practically the only one who had no obvious reason to be there.

But Harry had insisted on you coming. You supposed it made sense. He could spend hours working and surrounding himself with musically inclined people but at the end of the day, he often just wanted to collapse on the couch with you and put on some cheesy romantic movie that you’d both seen way too many times.

The house Harry had rented was huge, with its own studio, multiple bedrooms for everyone, a pool, a massive kitchen and two living rooms. A decently sized casita next to the pool had a bedroom and the room with the pool table, there was also a dart board and a large tv with a couch.

The property definitely had enough space for you to roam around in and do your own thing while people worked on the album, and the town and beach were only a short walk away. There was nothing about the situation that you could complain about.

Harry had assigned rooms and he claimed that there were a lot of factors he had considered that he was ‘not at liberty to discuss’ and people rolled with it, fanning out over the villa. He’d walked with you out to the casita, carrying your bag like the gentleman he was.

“So… why am I all the way out here?” you asked hesitantly as your fingers skimmed the top of the pool table, trying to sound nonchalant, but something must have slipped through the cracks because Harry frowned, setting your bag down.

“Put you out here cuz we’re going to be working a lot love, figured you could get away from the sounds in case we stay up late or start early.”

It was a good reason, “oh, i hadn’t thought of that.” you admitted, flashing a smile at Harry who still looked concerned.

“You didn’t think I wanted you out here to keep you seperate or-” he began but you cut him off by placing your hand on his heavily tattooed forearm.

“I mean, the thought crossed my mind, but it’s cool Harry, you just explained it to me, it’s good.” you reassured him.

He looked over your face, gauging if you were being legitimate or just trying to make him feel better. When he had decided that, as you said, it was no worry, he finally grinned, “plus… ping pong table!”

“Yeah.” you laughed as both of you turned your gaze to it.

“We can stay up as late as we want out here playing ping pong or watching movies and we won’t keep anyone else awake, yeah?” he asked, trying again to give you more insight into why he’d put you in the separate (and slightly secluded) Casita.

“What if I get lonely out here?” you asked, only half joking.

“Well you’re welcome inside any time you want love, my bed is big enough for the both of us, or I could come here, we haven’t had a proper sleep over in ages.” he sighed.

It had been quite some time since you’d shared a bed. It used to be something you two had done when you were younger, but as the years went by, things had gotten more difficult.

Not by anything either of you had done, but when it came out that Harry Styles’ best friend was a girl and bed sharing was a thing… well, the media had had a field day, and just like other relationships in his life, yours had been slightly marred from the limelight. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed, but it was a factor to consider whenever the two of you hung out.

Leaving his apartment in the morning after a night of crying from watching the titanic just didn’t have the same appeal as it once had when you realized you’d be all over the tabloids and internet within a few hours of getting home.

“Let’s get you settled then.” Harry suggested, once more picking up your bag and carrying it into the bedroom attached to the main casita area. The bed was huge and windows overlooked the ocean, “you also have the best view.” Harry pointed out.

You elbowed your best friend in the ribs before jumping onto the king sized bed. He set your bags down and joined you, the two of you jumping for a little bit before collapsing, backs pressing against the soft duvet as you stared at the ceiling, “this album is going to be a good one Harry, i can feel it.”

“I fucking hope so.”

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You’d spent the entire first day with the group of musicians, checking out the villa then going into town to get groceries. You stuck to Harry’s side like glue, still not as close to the others in the group as you would have liked to be, but Harry didn’t mind.

His arm slung over your shoulder casually as you walked through the small supermarket. He was on one of his cleanses again, filling the shopping cart with all sorts of vegetables and fruits.

He’d held up a fruit you’d never seen before in your life, all spiney and yellow, “this can be juiced right?” he asked.

“How should I know?” you’d laughed, watching him toss it into the cart along with some coconuts and kiwis. He grabbed a little of everything, wanting to have the house stocked with as many tropical health foods as he could, things that would be easy enough to eat while working.

Harry had rented a large van for the duration of the stay and everyone had piled inside to be driven the short ten minute distance to town. With the added groceries it was obvious there wouldn’t be enough space for the large group and Harry, as always, was the first to volunteer to walk back instead of hitching a ride.

The road gave a beautiful view of the ocean and the warm tropical air was pleasant, the day too early to be too hot to handle, so you’d agreed to walk with him.

His musician friends had promised to have everything set up for working by the time you two walked back to the villa and Harry had waved his hand, saying “don’t worry about it.” because Harry rarely outwardly worried.

You’d chatted while you walked, discussing the vibe he wanted to accomplish and the lyrics he’d already started working on.

It had always been easy for you to talk to Harry. That was a perk of growing up together, you were completely comfortable around each other.

When you got back to the villa, someone had prepared a whole tray of sandwiches and sliced fruit. The main living room where they would be jamming had a whole glass wall section that opened up, exposing the pool and stunning view of the ocean.

You grabbed some food and went to the casita, leaving your door open as you ate, checking out the place you’d be living for the next few weeks while the soft sound of a guitar filled the room.

When you’d finished eating, you checked out the dart board, taking a few practice throws to see if you could get the hang of it so that when you finally competed against Harry, you’d be at least a little bit ahead.

Then you went to the tv, turning it on to see if it had Netflix which, thankfully, it did.

There were a few rom coms you hadn’t seen, the type of movie that you knew Harry would enjoy, so you made a mental note to remember to bring them up later.

As the day got hotter and the musicians had been working for a few hours, you decided to go for a swim in the pool. Putting on a cute little bikini you had bought specially for the trip, you grabbed a towel and left the casita.

People seemed to be taking a bit of a break. Harry still sat with Mitch and a writer, the three of them agonizing over a sheet of paper while others walked around the kitchen or sat in the shade on their phones.

You felt Harry’s eyes on you as you set down your towel and slid into the pool, enjoying the coolness of the water that contrasted the heat of the air.

There was a small commotion and by the time you turned to look, a huge splash had hit you in the face and you screamed, knowing exactly what had just happened.

Your best friend resurfaced, shaking his short shaggy curls like a dog, sending water flying everywhere. Harry’s hand pushed his hair out of his face and exposed his cheeky, dimpled grin.

He was still fully clothed and you laughed, “just couldn’t wait to get in the water huh?”

“Nope, looked invitin’.” he mused, swimming closer to you.

“Don’t even think about it Styles.” you warned but he was already trying to grab at you. His hands slipped against your skin as you wiggled away, splashing at him in an effort to escape. Harry’s laugh was music to your ears as you managed to evade his prying hands and the promise of being fully dunked under the water.

He chased you around the pool for a little while, the two of you splashing at each other and giggling, then Mitch called Harry back to continue to work.

“This isn’t over.” Harry promised. His hands went to the side of the pool and you watched his shoulders, strong under the soaking wet button up he was still wearing. Harry easily pulled himself out of the pool, shaking some of the water off of himself, discarding his shirt and his pants on the pool deck which made everyone groan. Mitch threw Harry a towel and he padded inside to get a change of clothes.

You continued to swim around, grabbing a floaty to lounge on while you listened to their progress for a little while.

Harry tried to control himself, but his eyes kept going to you.

Laying flat on an ice cream shaped blow up, eyes closed as you tanned, you were gorgeous. He swallowed, tearing his gaze away from you, he focused back to his work but, like clockwork, his eyes found you again and again and again.

When you finally left to go back to your casita, Harry was able to concentrate.

At around dinner time, you came back out. Everyone was still working and the sound of Harry singing comforted you while you began to cook. They were all busy so you thought it would be nice if you made dinner for everyone.

Spaghetti and meatballs were easy enough to make. While the noodles cooked and the meatballs heated in the oven you chopped up a large salad, knowing that not everyone would be down for the carbs.

When the smell of cooking food reached the group working, they finally took a break. Harry joined you in the kitchen, standing next to you, eyes going to the pasta.

“Look at you, what a chef.” he mused, watching as you took a strand of pasta out of the boiling water to see if it was cooked.

You handed it to him and he put it in his mouth, nodding his head to tell you it was done.

He silently helped you, carrying the pot to the sink where you set up a colander. You put the finished pasta back in the empty pot and he set it down, grabbing plates for everyone while you took the meatballs from the oven, mixing everything.

The two of you had always just clicked, working in sync. Always aware of where the other was.

A light touch on the small of your back had you moving slightly to make room for Harry and a little bump of your hip against him would make him laugh, getting out of your way.

His friends watched the two of you work and everyone helped take the food to the large dinner table.

Harry sat at the head of the table, immediately moving a chair out for you with his foot as you took a seat on his right side.

As everyone ate, you discussed music, world politics, what was on the top charts, that sort of thing. Whenever Harry felt like you weren’t putting much into the conversation because you were shy, he’d direct things at you. He knew you inside and out so it was easy enough for him to slip things into the conversation.

You found yourself getting more and more comfortable with the others at the table and soon they were even asking you questions, eager to get to know you.

Finally someone brought up the elephant in the room, “so you two have never dated?”

“Nope.” you answered.

“Not that I haven’t tried, this girl has rejected me more times than I can count.” Harry teased, earning a shove against his shoulder as you laughed.

“Don’t listen to him.” you told everyone, “he’s a liar.”

“Ouch, that hurts love.” Harry mocked sadness, but a cheeky grin spread over his face, dimples flashing as he looked at you with complete adoration in his eyes.

The group allowed you to change the topic but it was obvious to everyone at the table, besides you and Harry of course, that no one really believed that you and Harry were ‘just’ friends. The way you and Harry acted together screamed ‘couple’ and everyone knew it was just a matter of time before you two realized it as well.

When dinner finished Harry made everyone thank you for the lovely food and refused to let you help clean up, hands settling on your shoulders to make you stay seated while he grabbed plates.

A few of his friends went to the kitchen to help clean up and you stayed at the table, chatting with his friends. One of them got particularly daring and made a comment about their productivity being great after you stopped distracting Harry from the pool but the suggested connotation of what he was saying went completely over your head.

When everything was done and the table was clean, the group went back to work, Harry sending you a quick wink before you walked back to the casita.

You busied yourself on your laptop and a few hours flew by. You didn’t notice the music outside coming to an end until your casita door opened and Harry peaked his head in, “great! You’re still awake!” he grinned, inviting himself in. He came to join you on the couch.

“How was the writing?” you asked.

“It’s going good, think we’re almost done a song.” he said, “anythin’ good on netflix?”

You told him about the movies you’d found and just like that, the two of you were curled next to each other, your head on his shoulder as you watched a cheesy movie that made you both laugh together.

It must have been around one in the morning by the time he finally left, saying “sleep well, if you get scared just come in th’ house, my door will be unlocked.”

The hug you gave him at the door lasted just a tad longer than usual as you both enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in each others arms, then he offered a small smile and left. You watched him walk to the main house, not looking back.

You slept well that night, surrounded by plush white blankets.

Sunlight seeping through the window woke you up and you smiled, stretching your arms over your head as you rolled out of bed. It was another warm day so you slipped on some shorts and a shirt.

People were already awake and making music, the sounds greeted you as you opened your door and padded to the main house, offering a small wave and a smile to the guitarists who waved back.

Harry was in the kitchen. His hair was a mess, sticking up every which way. He was shoving vegetables into a juicer, eyebrows furrowed with focus.

“You look tired.” you mused, brushing past him to open the fridge.

“Had no one to snuggle with.” he answered, “couldn’t sleep.”

“Hmm, you mean your tinder dates didn’t work out for ya last night?” you teased.

Harry rolled his eyes, groaning loudly, he turned to look at you, “you look rested. I suppose your tinder date worked out quite well, huh, love?”

“Oh definitely.” you said with enthusiasm, pouring yourself some juice, “made him sneak out at dawn to escape, wouldn’t have wanted my keeper to see the guy or he would have been a gonner.”

“Your keeper?” Harry looked perplexed.

You laughed, “You. You’re my keeper Harry.”

“Hmm.” he crossed his arms over his chest, “I mean, if you’re going to make that sort of judgement about me, at least call me sir or daddy or something more fun than your ‘keeper.’”

“I am never calling you daddy... or sir.” you said pointedly, taking a sip of your juice.

Harry quirked an eyebrow, “never say never love.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning, “piss off.”

“You love me.” he stated, reaching out an arm that wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you to his chest.

He was warm and smelled distinctly like Harry, a mix of expensive cologne and the cherry chapstick he sometimes more.

Someone called Harry’s name and he let you go, “so what are you doing today?” he asked.

“Thought I’d go check out the town a little.” you answered.

He frowned, “wish I could come with but I gotta finish this song-”

“I know, it’s okay, that’s why you’re here Harry. Don’t worry. Your work comes first.” you assured him, reaching out to give his hand a little squeeze.

He nodded, smiling slightly, “be careful.”

“I will.”

He grabbed his sloshy, unappetizing, orange coloured juicer drink and left the kitchen to join the group waiting for him.

True to your word, you spent the day in town looking around. There were so many interesting things you were just itching to take a picture of and send to Harry but you held yourself back, not wanting to distract him from his work. So instead you saved the photos and vowed to show them to him later when he finally had time.

In other circumstances, you may have been lonely, but with your earbuds in, you made the most of it. On one hand, you were alone, but on the other, you were in one of the most beautiful places in the world, all expenses paid in full by your superstar best friend who had persuaded you to come by claiming he couldn’t live without you. Life was good and you would be damned if you allowed a little isolationism to rain on your parade.

The dark grey tropical storm clouds had began to form as you walked home. By the time you got back to the villa, it was pouring rain and the loud rumbling of thunder cracked across the sky.

Going straight into the back of the villa, you made an effort to run past the pool and reach the safety of the casita. People were still playing guitar and everyone looked up as you ran past.

Harry put his guitar down quickly, running to catch up to you. You hadn’t noticed his approach so when his arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground you squealed.

“Harry put me down!” you said, knowing instinctively whose body was pressed against your back.

“You’re all wet love!” he laughed, the sounds melding with the giggles coming from his friends who were watching the two of you in amusement.

“We’re in the rain!” you screamed as he set you down, “and now you’re all wet too!”

You turned to look at Harry and he shrugged, “water doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah I know, but I’m bothered.” you stated, running to the safety of your casita. He stood in the rain and watched you, “now you have to go change!” you called.

He shrugged, sporting a massive grin on his face. You sighed, laughing at his carefree antics. Once again you watched him head back to the main house.

It wasn’t even dinner time when there was a knock at your door. You stood to get it and Harry was standing there, looking a little worse for wear. It was still storming outside and the mere run from the main house to the casita had obviously taken a toll on the windswept rockstar.

He had a bunch of food on a plate in his hands that he set down on the coffee table after you’d let him in. “done for the day.” he explained, “thought we’d have a movie night or something.”

You agreed immediately, more than ready to finally get some time with your best friend. After choosing a tv series to start together, you ate and laughed and had a generally great time, which wasn’t surprising, you always enjoyed yourself with Harry.

It was getting late when you turned the tv off, wanting to talk instead of watch. The way Harry turned his entire body to look at you, giving you his complete and undivided attention, was always something you’d appreciated about him.

Getting a chance to show him all the cool things you’d seen in town on your phone, Harry vowed to find time the next day to go with you, needing a change of scenery already to help get his ‘creative juices flowing.’

He was in the middle of a sentence when you yawned, Harry immediately stopped, “so I’m boring you then?” he teased.

You grinned, stretching your arms over your head as you groaned, “definitely.”

His fingers were tickling your sides before you could even blink as his large body pinned you down against the couch to stop you from thrashing and accidentally kicking him. You squealed loudly, eyes clenching as you tried to get him off of you but he was unrelenting.

“Have you had enough?!” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Am I still boring you?!”

“No!”

“Not very convincing.” he tutted.

“Harry!” you screamed.

He finally pulled away, getting off of you to go back to his corner of the couch.

You were breathing heavily as you wiped the tears from you eyes, “you’re such a dick.”

“Do you want more tickles?” he asked in shock.

“No!” you said, kicking your legs out to act as a barrier so he couldn’t get to you again, “no more tickles.”

He watched you in silence as you caught your breath. All that could be heard was the sound of the storm outside.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You looked at him with curiosity before saying, “yeah, of course.”

“Couldn’t sleep last night.” he said, reminding you of your conversation from the morning.

When you had been younger and you’d had sleepovers, you had always slept in separate beds but whenever one of you couldn’t sleep, you’d wiggled your way into the others bed and that always seemed to solve the problem. You hoped, for the sake of his efficiency, that staying with you would get him some well deserved shut eye, he needed to be top of his game to make the new album.

“And it’s raining pretty hard.” you pointed out, not wanting him to go out in the terrible weather yet again.

Harry turned to look out the window and you admired his side profile for a moment before his green eyes came back to yours, “want to sleep now?” he asked.

“Sure.” you smiled, standing from the couch.

He followed you into the bedroom and watched you grab your sleeping clothes. You went to the bathroom and he waited for you to change. When you were done, you opened the door and began to brush your teeth. He leaned in the doorway and watched you.

“What?” you asked, mouth full of sudsy toothpaste.

“We haven’t done this in a while.” he pointed out.

You shrugged, rinsing out your mouth, “shit happens.”

“Missed it.”

“Me too.”

He offered you a small smile and you passed him the tooth brush automatically. You hadn’t had a sleepover in a ages, but old habits die hard, and it felt natural to offer the unprepared boy your toothbrush.

You moved out of his way and he brushed his teeth, now it was your turn to watch. He had grown a lot since you were kids, obviously. He was taller, broader and his skin was littered with beautiful black marks that each had their own quirky story. But he was still your Harry.

He finished up and the two of you walked back into the bedroom. He began to take his shirt off then stopped, “you’re okay if I-”

“Yeah, just as long as you’re not fully naked.” you waved your hand, getting onto your side of the bed.

Harry opened his mouth to say something cheeky back but you yawned again and his words caught in his throat, watching the way your shirt pulled up slightly, exposing just the smallest sliver of tummy.

He looked away, pulling his shirt off and wriggling out of his pants. He got into the bed quickly, hiding the effect you were having on him with the blanket. You turned off the light and Harry turned, lying on his side facing you, “remember when I used to sing to you during thunderstorms?” he asked.

You turned to face him as well, not being able to help the smile that came to your face, “yeah. You always did it cuz you thought I was scared but I think you just liked singing to me, even then.”

Harry smiled, just able to make out your soft features in the low light, “always love singing to ya, why do you think I make you come to almost every concert?”

It was a pretty great perk, front row tickets to every show you could make it to. He’d even taken you on the first leg of his solo tour before you had to go back home for work.

“I figured you invited me so you could point me out to everyone as your best friend and make all the girls in the audience even softer for you.” you teased, “great way to get into any lady’s pants.”

Harry scoffed, rolling onto his back so he could run his fingers through your hair, “you and your smart mouth.”

“You love me.” you said, repeating his own words from the morning.

Harry said nothing and after a few minutes, you assumed he had fallen asleep. Harry had a knack for falling asleep, which is why it was so aggravating to him when he had nights where rest was difficult.

You fell into a peaceful sleep not long after.

The morning sunshine woke you up for a second day in a row and you stretched your arms over your head only to hit something solid.

Harry groaned, moving your arm out of his face, “ow.” he said, voice low.

You realized you were curled up against his chest and when you raised your hands to stretch, you had completely smacked him in the face.

His arms tightened around you, keeping you close, Harry still not ready to wake up yet.

You allowed him to keep you secure, finger tracing over one of his birds under his collar bone, enjoying the warmth radiating off his body.

It felt natural to be this close. But there was a feeling underneath the comfort, something that you’d been trying to ignore for years. You two were best friends, but damn, you’d have to be blind to say you didn’t find Harry attractive and even then, you were sure his voice alone could woo a girl into taking her panties off. But you had always pushed it aside, convinced nothing would ever happen.

You two were so comfortable with each other that you put on face masks and watched rom coms for god's sake! Harry only saw you as a friend, and you were sure of that. Or at least, part of you was.

But things had been changing. You remembered the way he’d reacted with the first tabloid that wrote that you and him were an item, with pictures of you leaving his place in the morning acting as ‘proof.’

He had been very nonchalant about it. You were the one who began to pull away. You knew that, but it had been hard for you to stay at that level with him without getting deeper into the feelings that you knew had always been there.

And here you were, wrapped in his arms again for the first time in years. And it brought everything flooding back.

Everything you’d been so desperate to keep locked and hidden.

Harry could feel you stiffen in his arms, “you okay love?” he asked, looking down at you with sleepy eyes.

You nodded, “yeah, I just, uh, this isn’t comfy.” you lied.

“Here.” he said, easily pushing you around so your back was to his chest, his arms pulling you back so he could spoon you, “better?”

You sighed. Both positions had been perfect.

“Yeah.” you answered.

You could feel his breath delicately teasing your shoulders and the back of your neck, setting your entire body on fire with each exhale. One breath made you shiver and Harry’s grip on your hips tightened, his eyes flashing over, “don’t move.” he stated, suddenly sounding very commanding as opposed to the sleepy, cuddly guy he had been moments earlier.

“What do you-” you began to ask, but then you felt it. The unmistakable press of something long, and hard, against your ass.

Your breath caught in your throat and once more, you tensed under his hands.

“Fuck.” Harry cursed, pulling away from you and sliding his legs out of the bed. He sat there for a moment, grabbing his pants that he then haphazardly pulled on, “m’ sorry.” he mumbled before racing from the room, not even bothering to grab his shirt on the way out.

You laid there in a stunned silence for a while. Lots of guys got morning wood. It had its own name didn’t it? ‘Morning wood.’ You thought about it for a few minutes, feeling conflicted about the whole situation.

The ‘vacation’ was planned for at least two weeks, with the option of a one week extension if necessary, and you were on day three. Even if you wanted to talk to Harry about the whole thing, it was so early into the trip and if you were just making shit up, or if he didn’t feel the same way… then it would be an awkward remainder of the trip.

You cussed, burying your face in the pillow that still smelt like him.

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You didn’t see Harry again until lunch time, hoping to sneak into the main house and grab some food while the musicians were all working, but as you entered the kitchen you almost bumped into Harry, who had been reaching for something from a shelf and turned abruptly.

“Hey.” he said, looking down at you.

“Hey.” you retorted, hating yourself immensely.

“Hungry?” he asked, holding up the protein powder he’d gotten off the shelf.

“Think I’m just going to grab some fruit then I’m heading down to the beach.” you answered, stepping away from him to grab something from the fruit bowl.

“Right, uh… well, be careful.” he said, “and uh, have fun yeah?”

You nodded, grabbing your food and leaving, feeling the heat in your skin. You cursed yourself the entire walk to the casita and then the entire walk down to the beach, you had just made it awkward even though you told yourself you wouldn’t.

The day at the beach was nice. You walked into town again, when you got bored you got dinner from a small hole in the wall restaurant enjoying some small chat with the nice women who worked there.

Taking your time and enjoying yourself, you finally began to walk home, having successfully avoided Harry for practically the full day. You even managed to sneak past the group who was still working and slip into the Casita without seeing him.

It was dark when you finally got a text from him, ‘where are you?’

‘In the casita.’

Within moments there was a knock at the door and you sighed, standing and opening it to see a very worried looking Harry, “where have you been all day?” he asked, shoulders tense.

“I told you I went to the beach, and then I went to town and got dinner-”

“Shoulda messaged, I was worried.” he said.

“Well you could have messaged me.” you pointed out.

Harry sighed, running a hand through his mess of dark curls, “can I uh, can I come in?”

You moved the door wider for him and he slipped past you, walking straight to the ping pong table he picked up a paddle, “wanna play a game?” he asked.

“Sure.” you said, wondering what he had up his sleeve.

You picked up a paddle and Harry grabbed the ball, tossing it in his hands a few times, “so here’s the deal.” he stated, “every time you miss the ball, I get to ask you a question and you have to answer honestly, or... you strip.”

You scoffed at him before you realized he was being serious, “Harry-”

Before you could finish, he had smacked the ball towards you and you missed it, “your choice love.”

You sighed, really not wanting to start the game off with a truth. You had no idea what sort of uncomfortable question he would as you, noticing the very odd look in his eye that you had never seen before.

You slipped off a sock, holding it up for him, “happy?”

“Just hit the ball, pet.” he instructed, eyes looking determined and ready.

You volleyed and he countered, you managed to hit it back only for him to wack it at you again, this time you missed. You took off another sock.

This continued until you had removed both socks, your necklace, and your hair tie. Finally, you had to take something else off and it would actually begin to matter.

Harry eyed you as you stared at the ball that he had just smashed past you. Reaching for the hem of your shirt you pulled it off, thankful that you were wearing a cute bra underneath.

“Why are you so good at this?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

It was no secret that Harry adored ping pong.

You had no clue why you’d agreed to this game.

Harry didn’t say anything, eyes fixed on you as you smashed the ball towards him, for the first time, he missed it, eyes having been more pleasantly engaged with the beautiful details of your bra.

“Fuck.” he cursed.

Harry began to unbutton his shirt and you watched as he took it off, throwing it onto the couch. With his entire chest exposed, he looked angelic, and you would have bet that your already shit ping pong abilities, had just gotten ten times worse.

He picked up the ball, sending it your way and you tried to counter it but failed.

Again, he didn’t say anything. No teasing quip about having to make a choice between your pants or a truth, no cheeky grin, just an unreadable gaze that stayed fixed on you as you pushed down your pants.

He’d seen you in a bikini before, but there was something more intimate about the bra and panties adorning your skin. You felt very exposed for the first time, an uncomfortable feeling washing over you.

“Harry-”

“Hit the ball.”

You sighed, making a feeble attempt, the ball hit the net, not even going to Harry’s side.

“Try again.” he encouraged, finally giving you a glimmer of the best friend you knew and loved.

You grabbed the ball and served again, he hit it back but this time he didn’t fire it quite so hard and you wondered if he was giving you a chance on purpose. The back and forth continued for a little while and it solidified the idea that he was suddenly going easy on you, his strokes lacking the usual power that would have had all your clothes gone by this point.

He finally seemed to get tired of it and smashed the ball at you again, you missed it and Harry set down his paddle, crossing his beautifully tattooed arms over his chest.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Gonna ask you a truth now, unless you fancy taking off that cute little bra fo’ me.” although his words may have been teasing, his stone cold gaze was not.

You gave in, also putting down your paddle, “What do you want to know?”

“Do you ever want to be more than friends?” he asked, “like, would ya ever consider datin’ me?”

You were taken aback by his question. Not that you hadn’t been worried it would be asked. You weren’t sure what you had been worried about but the anxious feeling of something creeping up your spine was proof that your anxiety had not been unmerited.

“I uh…” you bit at your lip, “Harry I don’t want to ruin our friendship-”

“Who says you’ll be ruinin’ it?”

You scoffed, feeling tears in your eyes, not sure how they got there, “you’re Harry fucking Styles, come on, you have your pick of super models and singers and actresses-”

“So?”

“So I can’t afford to think that way Harry!” you almost screamed, hands balling at your sides, “I don’t get you! You bring me around to all this shit and I hear about your flings and I’m there for you when stuff doesn't work out with these girls and I keep myself at a distance and you invite me here where I feel like a complete outsider because everyone is doing something to help you write your new album and I’m not-”

“Who says you’re not helping?” he asked, coming around the ping pong table to approach you, hands outstretched and searching for your own in an effort to calm you down,

You allowed him to grab your hands, his thumbs stroking your palms that he faced upwards, something that always had a soothing effect on you.

“Harry of course I’m not helping-”

“Wrote a song about you today.” he interrupted you.

You rolled your eyes, “great, what's it called? Friend zone? The story of a girl who was never good enough? My dumb best friend-”

“Stop that.” Harry snapped sternly, eyes piercing and full of intensity, “who ever said you’re not good enough?”

“The magazines-” you began, thinking about those articles who had always skimmed over you, the articles who made it seem like your only importance in life is how you related to the famous Harry Styles. The magazines who would gush about any other woman Harry was ever seen with, any girl but you, besides the initial magazine cover where they’d described you as ‘an unknown girl’ not ‘unnamed raven-haired beauty’ or ‘unknown gorgeous bombshell’ as they’d described his other flings in the past.

“What about the magazines love?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern, hands continuing to try to relax you.

“They always-” you stammered, “they just… they said I was a nobody, they never even-”

“I made it clear from the start that the magazines weren’t supposed to write about ya pet.” Harry said, “I made that clear so you wouldn’t have to worry bout this shit but here you are worrying again.”

You looked up at him.

Once again, he’d done something and put a lot of thought into it to protect you, and once again you were reacting to it all wrong. Just like with him giving you the casita to stay in.

You sighed, “fuck! I’m so confused!”

“Never wanted you to have pressure, never wanted it to come between our friendship-” Harry began again.

“Friendship.” you repeated his words back to him as you took your hands away from his, “friendship, Harry.”

“Yes it’s a bloody fucking friendship!” Harry finally snapped, throwing his hands in the air, “because I’ve never had the fucking guts to tell ya how I feel about ya! Never had the guts to do this-” he grabbed your face, pressing his lips to yours.

You were shocked for a moment before you melted into the kiss, hands bunching against the waistband of his pants as he pulled you closer. His tongue slid against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth for him, longing for him to deepen the kiss.

But he didn’t, instead he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. His thumbs rubbed at your cheeks, “you gonna answer my question or what love?”

“What was the question?” you asked, still in a daze.

“Do you wanna be more than friends?”

“God yes.” you breathed. The words had no sooner left your mouth than his lips were on yours again, finally deepening the kiss as one of his hands pulled away from your face, going to wrap around your body and press against the small of your back, keeping you as close to him as possible.

It was a blessing that you both had already taken off some of your clothes, skin pressing against skin and sending warmth radiating through your body.

Harry bent down, hands both moving to your ass as he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, closing the door behind you with his foot.

He placed you gently onto the bed, getting in top of you as you tried to push down his pants. Harry grinned against your lips and you giggled, causing you both to laugh.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” you said.

“Took us long enough wouldn’t you agree?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your lips.

Instead of answering, you focused on getting his pants down, finally succeeding you realized he had not been wearing underwear and your laugh ran through the room, “of fucking course you’re not wearing anything under these!” you teased, pulling at his pants and letting them smack down against his skin again, “what were you going to do if I got another ball past you?”

This guy had challenged you to strip ping pong while wearing only a shirt and pants. You wanted to roll your eyes at it and hate the cockiness that radiated off of him as he answered “knew I’d win, love” but the confidence in his voice made your stomach feel fluttery.

“Cuz I’m bad or cuz you’re a ping pong master?” you asked, moaning slightly as his lips moved down to your neck, finding your sweet spot faster than you could even think.

“Bit a’ both.” he answered.

You laughed, pushing at his chest, “take it back!”

“Make me.” he said, biting at your collarbone.

You groaned, fingers tangling in his beautiful curls and pulling him back up so his lips were on yours again.

He ground down against you and a deep moan vibrated from his chest from the feeling of his bare cock against the thin fabric of your already damp panties.

“Condom-” you began but he was already ahead of you, reaching into the back pocket of the jeans that were haphazardly stuck just above his knees.

“Take your panties off.” he instructed, rolling of of you and onto his back so he could wiggle out of the confines of his pants.

You quickly got rid of the fabric that had been keeping him from being inside of you and Harry rolled on the condom, “bra too, love.” he reminded you.

Rolling your eyes you unhooked your bra tossing it across the room as he once more settled between your legs, “did you just roll your eyes at me?” he grinned.

“Wouldn’t be the first time Styles.” you answered.

His hand came to grab at your jaw and his gaze darkened, your laughter stopped, eyes searching his as he looked down at you in a predatory manner, “gonna apologize or what, pet?”

You would have laughed in any other situation but you’d never seen Harry serious like this. The other morning when he’d suggested you call him ‘daddy’ or ‘sir’ it had been light hearted, but looking into his eyes now, you realized that it had come from a place inside him that was decidedly not light of fluffy in the slightest.

“I’m uh… I’m sorry?” you said, trying to give him what he was asking for, but not quite sure how to do it, still a little shocked that you were seeing a new side of him that he’d only ever hinted at existing.

Harry stared at you for a moment then chuckled, letting go of your chin as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, “fuck, sorry, I’m uh, I’m just used to uh…”

“Being the dom.” you finished for him.

“Yeah. You into that sort of thing?” his hand reached between your bodies, grabbing his dick so he could brush it against you, teasing you as you waited with anticipation.

“I could be but I mean, it’s something we’d have to talk about.” you said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, enjoying the familiar scent of your best friend that you were so accustomed too.

“A chat for another time then?”

“Hmm.” you hummed, “but I meant it earlier, no daddy or sir.”

“Like I said earlier,” he slid inside of you and you both groaned loudly, “never say never love.”

His lips attacked yours again as he kept still inside of you, allowing you to adjust to his size. When your fingernails dug into his shoulders he took that as a sign to move, pulling almost all the way out slowly, before pushing back in with a harsh snap of his hips.

You moaned into his mouth and Harry ate it up, grinning, “sound so pretty fo’ me.”

A smile spread across your face again as you opened your eyes, looking up at the guy you’d loved for years. The guy who’d been with you through thick and thin. The guy who held your hand during scary films or cried with you when a dog died in a movie. The guy who had picked you up more times than you could count, dusting you off and giving you a little pat on the back with a word of encouragement.

Your chest felt tight, heart swelling with emotion.

“You okay?” Harry asked with concern, stopping his motions as he stared down at you.

“Yeah just… uh… just ignore me.” you laughed, pulling his lips back to yours, “I’m just really happy.”

Harry grinned and it was the biggest smile you’d ever seen, his already gorgeous features somehow reached an angelic level, which was saying something. “Me too.” he said, pressing soft kisses all over your face as his motions picked up again.

You tried to focus on how good he was making you feel but there was just something about the fluttering in your chest that was making the whole thing almost comical and Harry could tell, laughing slightly again, “you know, this whole giggling thing isn’t doin’ much for my ego pet.” he warned you.

“Ignore me.” you told him.

“Could never do that.” he assured you, “think the problem is that this is too soft for you.”

You almost laughed again, “soft is good though.”

“Soft is great.” he agreed, “but rough is somethin’ else entirely.” he nipped at your jaw, waiting for your reaction.

Finally you gave in, thinking ‘what the hell’ you were past the point of no return regardless.

“I guess if it’s your speciality-” you began but you were never able to finish your thought because he had pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and maneuvering your ass up as he slammed into you from behind.

This was not something you could laugh about.

In the new angle, Harry was hitting a spot inside of you that made your toes curl, mind unable to form words. The most you could do was grab onto the bed sheets and hope you weren’t loud enough for people from the main house to hear you.

Harry’s grip on your waist was unrelenting and the sound of skin slapping skin and moans filled the room.

Now that you didn’t have to look at your best friend, there wasn’t much to giggle about, especially with him pounding into you like his life depended on it.

You’d always heard hype about Harry in bed but being in the heat of it was, first, something you’d never in a million years expected to be, and second, a complete mind fuck because you’d heard he was amazing, hell, you’d heard he was a god, but even then, the word seemed to be lacking.

The small groans leaving his lips were music to your ears, having always adored his voice, this was a whole new ball field and you had to admit, you loved it.

His hand wrapped around the front of your bodies, reaching between your legs to rub against your clit. You moaned louder, feeling an orgasm begin to build tight in your stomach.

Another low groan left Harry’s lips as you clenched around him, his eyes closed for a moment, allowing his head to loll back and just enjoy the moment. But he couldn’t keep his gaze off of you for too long, once more focusing on your gorgeous back and the way your bum looked with each thrust.

His hand ached to give you a little smack.

Just a little one.

He’d tapped your ass once or twice before but it had always resulted in giggles and chasing, it had always been friendly, not meaning to bring pain as well as pleasure.

His grip tightened on your waist as he contemplated it for a moment, finally deciding it was not the time. You could discuss choking and spanking and all the ‘good stuff’ another day, but for now, he wanted to see you.

Harry wanted to enjoy the face he’d grown so used to seeing. The face that grinned at him whenever he got nervous on stage or offered a small smile when he was getting worried about being late or having big meetings. The face that he’d woken up to that morning and felt a devastatingly deep urge to kiss.

He pulled out of you and you began to protest when he flipped you over again, you landed on your back and Harry immediately slipped into you again, grabbing one of your legs to put over his shoulder.

Just like the first position change, the new angle had him going even deeper and you wondered for a moment what another new position would bring, but before you could think too hard about it, the feeling of him in your lower abdomen made everything else disappear.

He pressed a kiss to your knee where it was hooked over his shoulder, one hand on your thigh to keep you there.

With your eyes closed, enjoying the sensations, Harry thought you looked ethereal.

He’d had many dream about this moment. Many hours had been dedicated to wondering what this would be like if it ever happened but Harry’s imagination seemed to be quite lacking, the image he’d had in his mind paled in comparison to reality.

He swallowed thickly, overcome by a sudden surge of emotion as he watched you get closer and closer to the edge because of him.

“Harry-” you said, reaching out your hands, eyes still closed as you searched for him.

He took your leg off of his shoulder and repositioned himself in missionary, letting out a groan as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his lips to yours.

You squeezed around him again and Harry bit on your lip, eyebrows furrowing as the feeling engulfed him, his movements becoming sporadic as he chased his high.

The new pattern of thrusts made you cum around him and you gasped, whimpers leaving your mouth. Your pulled at his hair lightly and that small amount of pain mixed deliciously with the way you were fluttering around him, dragging him over the edge with you.

Lips touching as you both panted, bodies still shaking from your orgasms.

He kissed you softly, a hand coming up to cup your face.

You both opened your eyes around the same time, the giddy, giggly feeling returning as you enjoyed finally being this close.

“Be right back.” he said, kissing your nose before he got off of you and went to the bathroom to discard the condom.

You got under the covers, opening them for Harry as he entered the room. When you were comfortably settled under the thin, white duvet, he pulled you to his chest.

Your naked bodies pressed against each other but you fit like puzzle pieces, having always meant to be connected. You cursed yourself for not trying this before, especially since it felt so natural now that you had.

Your fingers traced the tattoos on his arms, listening to the fast thumping of his heart in his chest.

“So you wrote a song about me and it wasn’t called friend zone right?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Harry chuckled, staring at the ceiling as he ran his fingers through your hair, “thought you’d forgotten about that.”

“Not a chance. So tell me what it’s about?”

“Been thinkin’ about it for a while. It’s about being in love with your best friend-”

“You love me Styles?” you asked, looking up at him.

Harry looked down, “thought it was obvious.”

You buried your head in his chest to hide your flushed skin as his arms wrapped protectively around you, “i’ve made a mess of things haven’t I?’ he asked.

Looking up at him again, you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, “no. I love you too Harry. I always have.”

“Always?”

You groaned, “yes always!”

His dimples showed as he grinned, “we’re both fucking idiots aren't we?”

“Understatement of the century.” you both just smiled, adoring each other, “hey.... putting me in the Casita didn’t have anything to do with you planning on fucking me sometime this trip did it Harold?”

“Erm…” his skin turned slightly pink and you smacked his chest lightly, “i mean i thought about it!” Harry admitted, “didn’t think it would actually happen but then the whole thing happened this mornin’ and i’ve been wound up for hours love. When you wore that bikini yesterday? Part of me thought you’d done it on purpose, jus for me.”

“I had no idea it affected you so much… or I would have worn it sooner.”

“You’re a fucking minx you know that?” he laughed, “maybe this is why I never told you how I felt before, because you’re such a tease.”

“You love it.” you insisted.

Harry sighed, “I love you. Even if you are the biggest fucking tease I’ve ever met.” he paused for a moment, “so on a scale of one to ten with one being ‘it’s not that bad’ and ten being ‘I fucking hate it’ how do you really feel about the word Daddy?”

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27-31 July - Quarter moon of 26 July is followed by 5 days of crescent moon as Mercury finishes retro cycle, prompting us to final action necessary for fulfillment of this cycle’s goals. This period will sees us transition from past month’s event to the ball of excitement & surprises that is August!

27-31 July #Astrology #Horoscope Let’s finish what we started, before we go off for the party 🎉

We had the quarter moon on 26 July, followed by five days of crescent moon, which prompts us to final action necessary for the fulfillment of this cycle’s goals which the Solar Eclipse in Cancer of 2nd July initiated.

This coincides with Mercury completing its retrograde cycle in Cancer on 31 July too, creating a sense of urgency & need for completion in the same area of our life.

Message is clear - finish what you started - before the Leo summer party begins from 31st July. So themes of first eclipse will come up for some sort of finality even though they will continue to be in progress in background till around 29 Oct’19 when it yields results in my view.

This period will see us transition from the past months event to the ball of excitement, impulses & surprises that is August prompted by Leo New moon of 31st Midnight/1st August.

Let’s quickly look over the themes of first eclipse & road to success in dealing with them so we are aware of what we are being prompted to complete. These themes will continue as work in progress in background for rest of the year.

[Themes covered in video](https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLv3tUTLu8-MQ-rnT_cQYdeeCkuYCDaLOL)

Check for your rising/sun/moon sign

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♈️ #Aries

Family, home, parenting, values, your security, your care might have been topic of discussion over last few weeks. Internal troubleshooting, review, home repairs, review of roots, fundamental values of family, parents & parental property might have been focus of your attention. Now we move to other side of it all. Strong awarenesss of where you came from, your roots, faith in who you are as a person at your core, your reinforced support system allow you to take bold steps.

Move forward to what fills you, what your values agree with, what your roots have taught you to be, what’s good for your family & your peace of mind versus what looks good to the world. Clouds are settling fresh light is here - see clearly as it’s shown to you. Your hunches, your gut is right you would be wrong not to trust it. Start anew in your home, family, in your place of living, in your parenting style with the view that the road to success is to not give up your security & your family’s & your needs for any kind of public recognition or requirements of the “others”.

Let your guard down, nourish you, your soul, your family, your private emotions - while career is being restructured - don’t forget, it won’t bring you emotional fulfilment you crave. You have a big heart to share, share that - recognition, title & all that wil come as you release the focus on & need for it.

♉️ #Taurus

It’s been a busy time, with you juggling different priorities, reviewing your communication style, your contracts, marketing strategy, commercial projects, commitments to sibling or neighbourhood, short trips, meeting, greeting, engaging, trying to filter out who or what source of information & what style of sales/ communication is effective. As you reevaluate your new goal post, your next growth area, being in the moment very much connected to the vibe of the present is important for you. Developing a strong communication strategy, marketing style, immediate environment, com,recital pitch or contract might be in order considering what we learned in past few weeks.

Freedom of mind, releasing old belief system, exposure & openness to cultures different from yours - all open you up towards new styles, skills, information that enrich you commercially & add to what one might call “market value”. New mindset & new communication device are also favourable outcomes! Road to success - ease of mind, compassionate communication, using constructive emotions in communication & marketing strategy, new sources of information, absorbing information intuitively!

♊️ #Gemini

Review of assets, financial resources, value system, family values, heritage, skill set & talents that yield value to you, money matters, diet - all resources - physical, mental, psychological- might have been going back & forth in last few days. Now becomes the time for all of it to play out - new networth & self worth, new values, new diet, new assets, resources, new confidence boldness sense of self - all pour out in material world.

Road to success - release any old losses, control, barriers to intimacy, be kind to your body, value you more. Value closeness, intimacy. Take the power away from any tough moment through your boldness, trust your talents, your value. You have something valuable to share so don’t hold back any skill set, your asset, your love, intimacy. Retain your core values of empathy / sensitivity cause that’s your biggest asset - leading you to a place of abundance - emotionally & financially.

Passing on family values, comfort of mothers food or cooking family recipes, use of intuition in investment - all yield tangible positive results.

♋️ #Cancer

This is a rebirth for you, both of the mind & the body. We are recreating who we are, how we want to present who we truly are to the world, how do we make a personal impact, our personality how we show up in the world. We are digging in with the Mercury retrograde & bringing out a different side of us. Our internal communication, the internal talk to us as well as our external communication is being redefined. This new phase, this new you, has impact on your peace of mind as well your commercial destiny - both of which are reborn.

Coming to the other side of self discovery, now we speak our truth into existence, we take active steps towards building our new life, it’s a phase of restoring confidence faith in who you are. Take strong firm steps for YOU.

Road to success while Rahu is in your sign till May 2020 - care about you, your success, your feelings - put personal care over and above acceptance of your identity by others. Honor respect who you are as a person, create a safe environment for you, nurture you, honor your sensitivity & sensibilities, trust your senses, your intuition - trust your emotions to guide you to safer places - to people who are for you & with you. Don’t let anyone else define you, not even your partner.

♌️ #Leo

This was a wait period for you, with the need to take a step back to restructure, retreat, regenerate, heal, study, prepare for your dynamic season which is upon us. You might need to tie a few loose knots before we go full speed forward for your season & speed it shall be. Ease into what’s about to come which is dynamic exciting, extend the rest period while you actively prepare for your new moon of 31 July. You are waiting for collecting harvest of the seeds you planted. Be open to your intuition, your dream life, to your own self care. Listen to your body, your senses more.

Reinforce faith & be ready to shift directions as past few days’ events might have shown you things you didn’t see before coming. Now becomes the time to flex those muscles to shift gears, shift approach - cause as they say - when you know better you do better - you surely know better now.

Inner life is vivid - meditate, release, forgive, purge, restore your health & move forward - its your moment !

This moment of privacy, sleep, rest or long distance travel also regenerates your ability to connect with your friends, social network & create wealth ideas. Also road to success is to continue some of the lessons in self care, self knowledge, spirituality that we have received in this period - now in our day to day life over your new solar year.

Happy birthday to Leo Sun 🎂.

♍️ #Virgo

Focus is on planting seeds of big wealth, the dream, the legacy, the vision you have of launching your Creative talents, your passions at a wider scale. And creating your tribe, the people who will support you in this dream, your business network, your family of friends, people are in tune with your vision & want to co create this legacy collectively which will serve beyond your time.

You understand the needs of society, you are in tune with the trends in the market place, you are releasing one by one the knots, the blockages you have suppressing you sense of self & creativity in the past. You know your calling... burn your flame through the night.

Road to success - socialise, don’t hesitate to go wider & bigger, give your talents a platform to launch, cater to a social need - a cause of material value.

As you restructure your sense of self, self image, your risk appetite & confidence - bring this new sense of self to a wider audience for them to benefit from your light 💫

♎️ #Libra

A new phase in career is on the horizon, in making & a lot of back & forth in last couple of weeks would have happened in terms of finishing old projects, figuring out what you truly want from your career of choice, reconsidering refining your outer image, projection, marketing strategy of your business might have been underway. Now we create the new as the old has been cleared or fairly resolved - what calls you ? Who you want to be seen as - what’s your personal marketing pitch ? How do you want to show up in the world? This is a time of shifts changes & growth in career choices & partnerships.

Road to success - use your emotional intelligence to be an effective & unique leader. Express your unique brand of leadership which is based on integrity, sensitivity compassion for others. Road to success - Family like atmosphere at work, nurturing work environment, moving out of your comfort zone to boldly express yourself - allow yourself to shine, to be seen, healthy ego to take on a more visible role as old ways of valuing you are given away.

♏️ #Scorpio

We are enriching our life purpose, revising kinks in our broader life plan, collecting tools required to steer the wheel towards a more adventurous path.

Things were held for revision, refinement of travel plans /visa application /educational certifications - tools of career growth / publication of impact. Now we proceed. It’s ok if we don’t know the whole path, take your first step. Focus on how it makes you feel. Write emote publish stretch your imagination - you are more - you are beyond mundane, you have an extraordinary gifted mind - honor your skills, your gifts assets. Thank higher powers for your gifts & we start this journey with a new perspective, we start may be a physical journey as well.

Road to success as we restructure how we think, write, speak is - detox the negativity in your immediate environment, in your choice of social media or information source, remove any negative circle of thoughts & replace them with hope, positivity, excitement for the future. Self affirm yourself of that future every morning as what you ask will be given but you gotto ask the right things - consistently without any self doubts💕

♐️ #Sagittarius

Finances & getting your rightful share of material resources has been in focus. We are looking to put to close fairer terms of joint finances, others financial documents - taxes, insurance, will, divorce settlements, mortgages, inheritances, commissions - might need closure & move forward. Did any old addictions show back up in life, old partners, fantasies, things people we detoxed out of our life - reminding us that we are now different.

We have paid up our dues & now is the time for the new. Reallocate your time, resources, love - to that or who truly appeals to you, where you see a future to go deeper. Road to success - merge your resources, talents, emotions with another - go in together with someone - a business or personal partner - but on fairer terms. Whatever doesn’t have the depth you seek would have to go cause you are worth more.

♑️ #Capricorn

You are starting a new phase in your partnerships - personal or professional - client relationships, partner /close friends dynamics shift with that. Saturn Pluto are restructuring who you are as a person, releasing dormant desires, strength, motivation & enormous will power to live on your own terms. Last few weeks might have seen - negotiations,diplomacy, redefinition of terms of personal or professional or client contracts so they are on more balanced terms.

The new phase in partnerships or the new contract or new commitment has gotto reflect this new you. Road to success - don’t do it alone - partner up, delegate, socialise but on fairer terms. Ask for what you need with compassion, love, vulnerability, let your guard down in partnerships. Find emotional intimacy in your personal partnerships as you seek it so openly ask for it. Release certain parts of your role or responsibilities that are blocking your growth. You have the conviction & drive to do it, make contacts, socialise, choose the projects that grow you. Also strategy to handle critics & opponents is developed.

♒️ #Aquarius

A new phase in career & health is here - new kind of projects, new coworkers, new way of managing health routines. After a period of reorganisation or life, clearing out, fixing routines & health, project reworks, sorting out coworker relationships / work structure / vibe - now we are well on our way to live this fresh life we have created.

Relationship between body & mind has been enhanced and highlighted so you choose the right work environment that is nurturing, health practices that embrace strength your body so it all flows positively in your work. Health sensitivities of any have taught us what works in food & daily routines for us.

Work sensitivities if any have taught us what kind of work environment & teams work for us or not. Road to success - release fears, doubts & seclusion now to go into the projects that nurture your talents, work environment that’s embracing & a team which is like family.

♓️ #Pisces

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From A Skinny Kid To Dubai Fitness Pro - Exceptional Fitness Journey Of Peter Barron

In 2014, Peter Barron visited Dubai on holiday, fell in love with the city and never looked back. “I could see massive potential in fitness here. I knew it was the right career choice,” says the cheeky chap of his massive move to the UAE.

Barron took an extended leave of work from his medical career and set up a fitness company in Dubai. It grew— and so did his social media. Today Barron has 105k followers on Instagram and regularly posts intense workout videos to his page. Here’s how it began and the things he’s learned along the way.

Clearly you’re into fitness. When did it start?

Growing up, football was the only thing I wanted to do. I’m sure I learned to kick a ball before I could crawl! (Laughs)

I played for a semi-professional team in Ireland. When I was 17, I went on trial with a football club in the UK. I thought I worked hard enough, but I sort of failed a few fitness tests and was sent home to work on that — ironic, really. I didn’t have enough faith in myself, so I never went back.

This is actually what drove me to start studying health and fitness. I didn’t want others to make the same mistakes I had made. My dad would always say to me: hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard. Finally, years later, I believe him.

Now we heard teenage you wasn’t very good at listening…

I was always very skinny growing up and it never really bothered me. A few months before going to the UK foot- ball trials I knew I needed to work on my strength and fitness. I got a workout plan from a top coach and my parents converted our garage to a gym.

I was so excited, but as a 16-year-old, I completely ignored what my coach said. (Because what could he tell me that I didn’t know at 16!) I used the gym to see how much I could press. Every kid wants a big chest, right? (Laughs)

All these mistakes on my fitness journey had to happen to lead me where I am today. I tell people not to look back, and see mistakes as building blocks to achieving those goals.

We’ve seen you jogging around with a particular UAE running club. What’s that all about?

In 2016, Adidas launched their running club in Dubai. I was hired as a coach and helped the group grow to over 2,000 members by 2017. I met so many amazing people throughout the year. I’d highly recommend the group — it’s more than just a running club.

You mentioned a family death recently — right around the time we asked you to be on the cover…

Yeah. A few days before you guys reached out, my grand- dad passed away. His name was also Peter Barron. I know how proud he would have been of all of this, and that makes it extra special for me.

On a lighter note, when I was 20 I had to get surgery, and it was something that made me pretty self conscious. Right after the massive surgery, when the wound was large and fresh, I asked if it would heal or if there would be seriously rough scarring. The surgeon made a joke that stuck with me. She said: ‘It will heal fine, but let’s just say you’ll never be a cover model on a magazine.’

Of course she was a really nice woman and didn’t mean anything by it. We laughed about it, but I did leave that hospital thinking how to prove her wrong! (Laughs) I’ve not been in touch since 2010, so I’ll track her down and send her a copy. (Grins)

Sounds like you’re pretty determined. Was there ever a time when you felt less motivated?

It was hard to motivate myself after failing my fitness test when I was on trial in the UK. In my mind, my dream was over and I was going to have to settle for second best.

I spent weeks feeling down and de-motivated. Then I started to meditate to clear my mind, read motivational books and listen to podcasts from authors such as Jack Canfield, Tim Ferris, Echart Tolle and Tony Robbins.

This helped switch my mindset, teaching me to find the positive in every situation, good or bad.

Everything in life happens for a reason, and what is meant for you won’t pass you by. I live by this, so even when things seem bad I know that something better is just around the corner.

Ok, we totally agree. So is mental health a big thing for you?

Mental health is something I think is very important and something everyone should look after. If your mind is in the right place I think everything else in your life will follow.

Have you ever had a day where you wake up angry or feeling down and somehow everything that day becomes negative? You spill your coffee on your shirt, you’re late for work, and your car breaks down? This only seems to hap- pen to me when I feel negative. I’m not saying you can never feel down but it knows how to recognize and improve your mindset.

If I feel down or tired the only way for me to clear my mind is to exercise, run, play football, and lift weights, any way to release those happy hormones (endorphins). I also try to meditate or be mindful for a few minutes each day. Seriously just two minutes day done right can make a big difference.

I also try being grateful more often for everything I have in my life. Smile more, this sounds stupid but try it. Smile right now and I guarantee you will feel happier. If not, I’m sorry for wasting your time. It works for me. (Laughs)

What would you say to someone who is new to fitness?

Don’t be afraid to ask for help.

No matter how much you know. Someone out there always knows more. Be open to other people’s opinion and don’t be afraid to ask for advice even if you think you know everything.

I have worked in the fitness industry for nearly 10 years and even now I will be the first person to ask another coach for advice or for their opinion. Dubai is filled with top class coaches, use this to your advantage and if you are struggling in any aspect of your journey. Ask for help. Also, make training part of your lifestyle, not a chore.

Make it something you want to do. Find a reason for why you’re doing this, like a goal. Then just get it done.

All that makes sense. So us about your diet. Are you scoffing pancakes on Saturday? Swigging protein? What?

Guys, I’m going to say something you might already know: balance. Balance is the only option that works with nutrition.

For me, after experimenting with different styles, I know that around 2,500 to 3,000 calories per day works best. It allows me to stay fit and give 100 percent at every training session. I’m more about staying fit than thinking about overall body fat percentage and weight.

I love eating pizza, burgers, and basically ‘bad food’ — but there really isn’t any such thing. Your body doesn’t know anything other than macronutrients and what the food breaks down to. Portion control is the key.

It’s all about fitting these types of food into your weekly intake while keeping an eye on your overall calories.

I’ve been using a meal prep company called Pura for the last year. This makes my life so much easier. They give me five meals a day and it basically simplifies everything, while helping me reach my goals.

Thanks, now we’re hungry. Changing topic… something surprising about you?

I have had over 50 stitches in my face throughout my life. I used to run head first at a 45degree angle as a child. I hit my head a lot, fell through a window. Almost gave my mum and dad a nervous break- down on numerous occasions… Then I was in a car crash at 17 and that was over 30 stitches in my face alone. (Laughs)

Glad you stopped that running habit. Talk to us about your pretty massive social media following.

When I started on social media, I used it to track my progress and to hold myself accountable for what I was doing in the gym. I started to create short workout videos for people to try. When I began receiving messages from people that were trying the workouts and sharing their fitness journeys with me, it really motivated me to keep working hard to get fitter and stronger— just like they were.

Social media isn’t all kittens and avo toast (although there’s plenty of that, to be hon- est). Are there any weird pressures you face because of it?

I think the pressure that can be associated with being on social media comes from the fact that we will often compare our lives to that of friends or strangers. We receive constant updates of how “perfect” their lives are and try seeking this in our own life. It can lead to us worrying that our life isn’t as exciting or that we haven’t accomplished as much as our peers.

Sometimes I get anxiety from spending too much time staring into my screen on Instagram or any other social media channels. I try to take a few days every month where I completely stay off social media and make sure to keep on top of real life interactions with friends and family. (Laughs.) Basically remember what it is like to have a proper face to face conversation!

Social media is an amazing tool but It can take over your life very easily so make sure to detox often.

What’s next? We see you working out a lot with our Gal of the Month, Zoe (instagram.com/zoehappyfit).

Yes you do! At the moment I’m focusing on creating YouTube content with Zoe. We’re looking at food, workouts, and healthy lifestyle. Check out #peterandzoe to try some of our workouts.

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A 3 month late art summary featuring art that i haven’t uploaded here due to my absence. unless i randomly feel like it, i don’t think i’m gonna go back and upload them here. if you wanna see them, though, they’re all on my DA.

I know i've pretty much said all the important bits in A Sacrifice for the Wind, but i figure i reiterate everything said along with expanding upon everything that occurred during 2017. piece by piece. and yes, i did intend to make an art joke. So, to get it outta the way, 2017 stunk more than a dead fish on a city bus. i lost a lot during that year. i lost the will to believe in whatever the future had in store for me, i almost lost a few friends, i lost my motivation to work on my projects and above all...i lost the smile i've always kept on every year before that. never have i been so emotionally damaged in all 5 years of my artist life leading up to this point. But, i can't say it was completely terrible. as much as i bashed it, art wise, 2017 was a very progressive year. looking at every wedge on the clock, i can't stop staring at how far i've come since the end of 2016. after being stripped of my tablet at the end, i've even learned how to not be afraid of making permanent mistakes. But yeah, let's begin. by turning the clock all the way back to January. when things were much simpler.... January: Hukaro Nakawa ~Final Mix Yeah, this was done in October, but i uploaded it in January for Moon's birthday. plus, there was nothing noteworthy this month. i still remember all the nice comments i got. this was the beginning of a year that i ran right in and yelled "LET'S SHOW THIS WORLD THAT WE WON'T STAND FOR ANOTHER 2016!" Oh how naive i was... February: The Beast Inside Remember when i played a lot of League in my free time? i sure do. anyway, this was my next attempt after Hukaro to continue doing my "Squeenix Cinematic Style." this time on the, at the time, new revamp for Warwick. needless to say, i still think i did a better job on Hukaro. BUT, this was still pretty good. it was during these first few months when things were really lookin' up for me. i was continually working on things cuz i really wanted to make something and school was pretty cool too. March: Digimon ZX Cover ZX ISN'T DEAD I SWEAR! *ahem* I MEAN....hai. owo As we march on into March, i think R2 of Digimon Temporal Jump was going on at the time. we were going through our story entries and things were pretty great being with my best buds. i also began doing art streams i'm pretty sure, with this drawing in particular being done during two days of streaming. i'm being serious, by the way. ZX is not dead. i've been typing up the story on my phone, so look forward to those chapters sometime soon! April: Are You Ready? Yup. in anticipation for Digidestined.Com, i decided to start seriously developing Digimon Unchained ahead of time so people would be able to get to know Yuki beforehand. unfortunately, i didn't actually get to start the story until much later, but that was just me being a lazy bum. i was hangin' out on Discord and stuff, talking about how excited i was for what was to come. we all know what happened, but at the time, being able to go back to the world i once knew with Luneth was a big deal for me. it's like i was going back to the beginning. And fear not, peeps! i've been working on Unchained for quite awhile. you'd be surprised how much i've worked on it with Gao. ^w^ May: Bits n' Bytes Ultima Vocal Collection Oh yeah, i did a birthday gift for Fire too! just so you know, i do still wanna make OSTs for my other Digimon adventures, but without my tablet i can't really do them right now. this month was pretty alright if i remember. making new friends and strengthening bonds with old friends. things were pretty fun in the sun cuz y'know......summer was coming. June: Connection Flow in Ice and Snow AWWW YEEEAAAAH, LET'S KICK IT!!! *Another Way by Girugamesh plays at full blast* (if .Com had a vocal OST, that would be opening.....3 if i remember the list i made. would've been the final opening i think. it's been awhile since i looked at the files.) Now that .Com finally began, i was on the hype train to the sun as i feverishly worked hard on my .Com stuff. this poster was one of my proudest works this year tbh. i promised i would make something great outta this story. this would be the closure that Luneth and Vivi so desperately needed, and Yuki and Arcus would be the ones to save them and close their book for good. not only that, but i was also graduating high school. after throwing my cap in the air, i said my heartfelt goodbyes to all the friends i've known since elementary and middle school including the close friends in my AP Art Squad. Team AP Art Will Never be Apart! honestly, things couldn't be any more exciting for me. Gee, it would be a shame if something were to happen that would trigger a chain of events that would divide my friends forever and send me down a spiraling pain train to the void known as crippling depression. July: DigiJuly Day 5: V-Mon (Vivi) This drawing was done to commemorate three years of adventures with Luneth and Vivi. this was during DigiJuly, when i was doing Digimon doodles nonstop for the duration of the month. What was once a hype train became a train wreck once July came around. things were ok until DTJ burned down in a raging fire and that set the stage for the rest of the year. i literally wouldn't be able to overcome any of this until November or so. i don't wanna dwell on it anymore since i'd be sounding like a broken record at this point. August: D3P: D-Sona 3 Portable Not a lot of art this month either. can you believe that? XD Hoo boy. August. need i say anything more about this month? we thought things settled down after DTJ shut down, but something was amiss.... This was the month that it happened. the climax of the story best left untold....even though i told it a hundred times already. >_>' Outside of the incident, time was running short for our stay at our current home and we were thinking of our next move. i began to worry about college as steep student debt caused us to have a change of plans on where to go. i was beginning to doubt if i even had a future to believe in. i was running out of options, and i was running out of hope. And trust me, it only gets worse from here. September: The Next Generation After awhile, things were still going on outside my realm of knowledge. it only made me feel worse seeing everything transpire long after the initial conflict. with this stigma hanging over me, i finally decided to pack my bags and leave the Digimon group era of my artist life. it was a pretty sour note to end it on, but let's be real here, there was no way i could wait any longer for things to get better. granted, my birthday was awesome, and i couldn't thank everyone enough for coming together to try to bring my spirit back. unfortunately, my bout with depression was just beginning. it was so bad, i pretty much stopped taking care of myself, which would lead to a few days ago when i'd end up with one less tooth in my mouth. i swear i won't let it get that bad again. With everything plummeting down to the dark abyss, i said goodbye to the life i once knew. from here on, things were about to change. i wasn't gonna end here. not now. October: Howling in the Shadows From this month forth, my family had no idea where we were going. the beginning of the tale of the borderline homeless that still continues to this day. Packing away my computer and drawing tablet for what feels like an eternity, i was moving out of my current home that we rented for the duration of my senior year and into grandma's house......in a raging storm. i'm not kidding. the rain was so bad that when we got there, our clothes were completely soaked and we couldn't even see 5 feet ahead of us outside that night. i knew immediately that it was some sort of ill omen for what was to transpire in the coming months. in fact, i even had dreams of the aftermath of what might happen. Now that i was stripped of my digital art abilities, i had to think of something else to do. so, i decided to dedicate myself to going back to traditional art. Boy, did i have fun. November: Return to the Realm of Sleep Now, this was the only thing i was able to crank out in November. BUT, that doesn't mean i didn't draw. i drew stuff, but nothing noteworthy enough to upload here. i'm gonna tell it to you straight now. Arcus will return. With my mental health still kicking me in the butt (it hit me so hard i had a panic attack one day.), i wasn't really motivated to draw much. in fact, i even hid myself away from the internet for quite awhile. without my friends or my sense of purpose, i felt like i had nothing and i was pretty under the weather for a majority of this month. that being said, i snapped myself out of it by force. it was stupid that i still felt the way i did months after what happened. sure, it was horrible, and i wish i could forget everything. but i can't stay stuck in the past. And so, i picked up my colored pencils and other such tools, and began my journey to recovery. December: Lexicon (Lex) and A Sacrifice for the Wind I got the hang of drawing traditionally pretty quickly. throughout the month, i was on fire, drawing masterstroke after masterstroke. (at least, in my opinion. XD) Making my new home in the mobile communities of Amino, it was a nice change of pace from the big screen of my computer. i made a bunch of new friends (to the staff of the Aminos i'm in and the rest of the crew in our Digimon Discord server, you guys are the best and thank you for healing the pain of yesteryear!) and had a grand old time making new OCs, Lex being one of them. i honestly luv Appmon and i wish we got more, but i'm content with what we got tbh. it'll live on in Seikatsu and his friends. be ready to see them once again in the near future! And so, in the wake of destruction as the world continues to change around me, i chopped off my signature anime emo locks, revamped my wardrobe and set my sights toward the future. Nowadays, i've completely moved on from the pain, but that doesn't change the fact that it still happened. overall, 2017 was a complete pile of poopoo garbage and i'm glad the nightmare is finally over. Even if i can't completely write it off as bad, there's just way too many negatives that weigh down the rest of the year for me personally. it's March now and things are pretty hectic, but i've got newfound courage and i know this year will be better than the last. time for me to get back up and charge forth to a better tomorrow!

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MLA7 Citation: A Brief History of Tattoos." A Brief History of Tattoos. N.p., n.d. Web.03 Mar. 2017. In “A Brief History of Tattoos” the Author gives a rough estimate of what year tattoos came into existence, which was around 12,000 BC. The author also talks about some of the interesting uses for tattoos back then and how they have changed over time. In the early days of tattooing, women were the first to be tattooed. They would get a symbol or letter on their forearm indicating their specific skill so that future partners were aware, and could see what they would offer in a marriage. In more modern times tattoo shops moved to places with a large military population. Few artists actually sterilized their instruments, and many diseases began to spread because of this. I liked how this article went from ancient time to modern times and took the readers though all of the struggles and hardships that came with being a tattoo artist. URL: http://www.powerverbs.com/tattooyou/history.htm Lineberry, Cate. "Tattoos." Smithsonian.com. Smithsonian Institution, 01 Jan. 2007. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. In the article, “Tattoos, The Ancient and Mysterious History,” Lineberry talks mainly about tattoos in the ancient world of Egypt. She examined the tattoos on the fingers of mummies that had been discovered and interestingly enough, just like the article above, most of the tattooed mummies were female. Lineberry believes that these tattoo marks served as a form of protection through pregnancy and birth. She also discussed how the ancient egyotians would do the tattoos using small flattened bronze rods as the needles and char from burnt wood mixed with oil or breast milk as the ink. I thought it was interesting that they would prick themselves with soot from burnt wood. While reading I wondered if the skin had a reaction to it or if it made any of the Egyptians sick. URL: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/tattoos-144038580/#G02ueBzv6sOoWQL6.99 Contrera, Jessica. "This DIY Tattoo Trend Will Make You Wince - or Want One Yourself."The Washington Post. WP Company, 05 Jan. 2016. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. In “This DIY Tattoo Trend Will Make You Wince,” Contrera explains the new trend that is rapidly gaining popularity called Stick and Poke Tattooing. She explains how the technique originated from the prison setting because of its simplicity and few materials needed. Although it is very trendy, there are some health risk such as blood borne diseases and infections because the needles are not completely sterile, nor is the environment in which they are done. The atmosphere associated with stick and pokes is much more relaxed than it is at an actual tattoo parlor, because it seems to be done on a more personal level. This article made stick and pokes sound kind of dirty and gross, which I don’t necessarily agree with. 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After traveling and studying different styles of tattooing including Japanese, he settled down. Finally, in Hawaii he opened his first and last permanent shop where he did his best work, until he died of a heart attack in 1973. I loved reading about legends in the tattoo business because it shows how hard the profession really is and how long you have to work at it to be any good. URL: http://www.inkedmag.com/articles/sailors-life/ Tucker, Abigail. "Looking at the World’s Tattoos." Smithsonian.com. Smithsonian Institution, 01 Oct. 2010. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. Abigail Tucker hits on some of the many different tattoo styles around the world in her article, “Looking at the World’s Tattoos.” Tucker talked about some of the regions like Polynesia, where tattoos show a belonging to something whether that be a religion or tribe. She tells a short story about a 12-year-old girl who was being forced to get a tattoo. She discusses sailor tattoos as well as Japanese tattoos. She breaks down Americans obsession with tattooing and how that came to be. At the very beginning of the article she explains how tattoos can be a symbol for so many things anywhere from family lineage in New Guinea to tear drops that could indicate murder on gang members faces. I loved that because it shows the diversity and variety of what each tattoo can mean. URL: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/looking-at-the-worlds-tattoos-60545660/ "Skin Stories." PBS. Public Broadcasting Service, 2003. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. This article focuses mainly on the Polynesian side of Tattooing. Many believe that is where tattooing originated. In the article “Skin Stories,” the different meanings of tribal tattoos are discussed. Long ago when tattooing was a tribal activity, the tattoos would be symbolic of a certain tribe that a person belonged to as well as a certain geographical area like mountains or water to show where the tribe resided. People would identify each other by these markings. In today’s modern world people are still very in touch with their cultural heritage. In places like Hawaii that have a strong Polynesian or Samoan influence, tribal tattoos are a big thing. I thought it was fascinating to learn about where they came from. URL: http://www.pbs.org/skinstories/culture/role2.html "Tattoo Ink." Wikipedia. Wikimedia Foundation, 30 Dec. 2016. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. In the article “Tattoo Ink,” it is quickly inderstood that there is a lot that goes into making the ink that gets needled into our skin. There are a few different but very important components to the ink like pigments made from iron oxides, soot, salts, ect… and also carriers which are basically the solvents that the pigment are mixed with to give the ink its liquid texture. These carriers could be things like ethyl alcohol, water, glycerin, water, and menthol. As I was reading this article I remembered what my tattoo artist told be about ink. She said that even once it is tattooed into your skin, it never changes what it is. It always stays a liquid and your skin just heals over it to protect it. URL: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tattoo_ink Legg, Dege. "Longtime Jailhouse Tattoo Artist Explains the Business of Incarcerated Skin."San Antonio Current. San Antonio Current, 03 Mar. 2016. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. The the article, “Longtime jailhouse tattoo artist explains the business of incarcerated skin”The author Dege Legg, interviews a jailhouse tattoo artist who spill what it is like to tattoo people in secret at a maximum security prison. He starts by explaining that the tattoos he gave in prison were much different than the ones you see advertised at the mall. They were usually vulgur, and sometimes violent. Thinks like gang signs, insignias, teardrop kill counts, interesting designs. He aslo explained how to make a tattoo gun out of a CD player motor and use the ink from pens to tattoo. This reminded me the show Orange is the New Black, and how strictly the inmates are taken care of, so it made me wonder how he got away with doing tattoos like this in prison. URL: http://www.sacurrent.com/sanantonio/longtime-jailhouse-tattoo-artist-explains-the-business-of-incarcerated-skin/Content?oid=2242278 Blaster, Master. "Criminals of Japan's Edo Period Were Often Punished by Getting Face Tattoos." RocketNews24. RocketNews24, 13 Mar. 2013. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. In the article “Criminals of Japans Edo Period,” the author takes the reader back in time to the Edo Period of Japan and its interesting punishment for its criminals. Law breakers back in those days were punished with a tattoo right in the middle of the forehead. The tattoo design was usualy chosen based on the area that the perpetrator was sentenced in so that everyone knew where that person was from. Since there were no prisons until the development of large cities, tattooing was Japans main form of prosecution at that time. I imagine that physically getting a tattoo like that was another part of the punishment because they didn’t have modern guns like we do today. They used sticks and would poke the person over and over again and it was probably very painful. URL: http://en.rocketnews24.com/2013/03/14/criminals-of-japans-edo-period-were-often-punished-by-getting-face-tattoos/ "Irezumi." Wikipedia. Wikimedia Foundation, 13 Feb. 2017. Web. 03 Mar. 2017. In the article “irezumi,” it defines Irezumi as any of several forms of traditional Japanese tattooing along with certain modern forms. This article covers the history of Japanese tattoos, along with another form of tattoo called Ainu Tattoos. Ainu tattoos are more cultural to the indigenous people of Japan, and are used for social or decorative purposes. Interestingly, there is no known relation to Irezumi. I liked that this article had not only a history of tattoos but also different types and technique specific to Japan, and their history. URL: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irezumi Hossenally, Rooksana. "BBC - Travel - The Master of Japan's Ancient Tattoo Tradition." BBC News. BBC, 18 June 2015. Web. 04 Mar. 2017. In the article “The Master of Japan's Ancient Tattoo Tradition,”Hossenally starts out by talking about how tattooing is still very taboo. She explains that while tattooing is a popular form of art in the wester cultures, Irezumi is actually frowned upon in Japan. The people of Japan see piercings and tattoos as a sign of intimidation, and even a connection to the underworld. The article also touches on an artist who has spent the majority of his life tattooing to keep the traditional Japanese culture. Everything that he tattoos are exerts from history that some has chosen to use their body as a story teller. I thought that it was really cool that a guy dedicated basically his whole life to keeping this beautiful tradition alive. URL: http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20150512-the-master-of-japans-ancient-tattoo-tradition Persad, Michelle. "What Henna Is, And Where These Beautiful Tattoos Originated." The Huffington Post. TheHuffingtonPost.com, 01 July 2015. Web. 04 Mar. 2017. In the article “What Henna is, and Where these Beautiful Tattoos Originated,” Persad begins by explaining that henna is basically a specific type of flower that is dried and ground into a fine powder and mixed with oil to create a paste. The paste is used for dying clothes and skin, and has also been used to treat some skin conditions. Some Henna tattoos date as far back as Ancient Egypt, and was used to paint the nails of mummies before they were buried. Today it is a very trend form of art because, it is permanent and also very beautiful. Designs are drawn with the paste in this lines and can also be made to do amazing detail. Henna tattoos are really popular right now, and they are so beautiful. I like that something like this can be very popular even though it is also so temporary. URL: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/07/01/what-is-henna-tattoos-history-where-to-get_n_7698546.html

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