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ghost-proofbaby · 11 months

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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR EIGHTEEN

in which eddie shows you deftones, texts are missed and calls are answered, and lines are crossed once more for good measure.

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, light dry humping?, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ wc: 4k+

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Steve-O: rise and shine, campers! time to get back at it with these wellness checks. gonna need some proof you two are still alive.

HOUR EIGHTEEN - 9:00 AM

Eddie’s eyes narrow in concentration at your phone as his thumbs fly across the screen, navigating the Spotify app with ease to find the Deftones song he specifically wants. He doesn’t do as you had and go to their artist page – he searches with purpose, in no mood to scroll through albums to find the song he’s looking for.

“I still don’t understand how you can type so fast,” you mumble, watching with fascination that you try to tamper down with faux boredom, “Even I can’t type that fast, and I own the damn thing.”

He doesn’t even glance up as he scrolls along the screen, finding the song and clicking on it, “I’m just good with my fingers.”

There it goes. The air from your lungs, once again vacating the premises as he freezes beside you.

It isn’t fair. An internal whine that nearly works itself up your throat and out your mouth, making you want to stomp your feet like a child. You hadn’t even recovered from the casual drop of baby yet. And now he’s going to just say that?

“Oh, God, I-” he’s looking up finally, eyes wide and stuttering with embarrassment, “Fuck, I swear to God, I did not mean that as an innuendo.”

You open your mouth. You close it. You repeat the process. You’re fucking speechless and it’s a little bit embarrassing.

“I’m serious!” he persists when you don’t reply, and only stare at him in continued shock, “Seriously! I- Fuck, I was referring to with my job. At the autoshop. I’m- Fuck,” he cuts his explanation off, dragging a hand over his face and falling back into the couch, “Kill me. Kill me now, please – and be sure to make it quick and painless, pretty please.”

You finally laugh. It’s a bit choked, a bit strangled, but it instantly has Eddie lowering his hand.

“I think if we were going to kill each other, Munson, it would have happened hours ago,” you try to tease him, but something about the sentiment comes out far softer than you intended. Like it’s not a joke. Like, in your own odd way, you’re trying to whisper a truth to him – everything has changed for me now.

“Probably,” he sighs, relaxing a bit and leaning back beside you as he looks to the phone once more and clicks on a song, “Proba-fucking-ly.”

For the first two songs, there is a distance to be kept between the two of you. You peek at the screen and catch the titles – Cherry Waves and Sextape – and make a mental categorization of which one you enjoy more. You nearly audibly snort at Sextape, but manage to keep your immature humor to yourself. You prefer Cherry Waves, anyways.

The songs that follow become a bit of a blur. Because for the first two, the distance existed. You can focus on the guitar and the vocals and the bass drum and everything except the man sitting beside you. But then song three comes on.

Fucking song three. You don’t catch the name, but it might be your favorite yet. Or you might be biased.

Because it’s during this third song that something changes. Eddie is no longer content in just leaning back beside you, in letting you consume the new music in a sort of solitude that was impressive to achieve when not actually alone. You first notice his restlessness in the bounce of his knee, shaking beside yours as he finally puts the phone down on the coffee table rather than balanced on his thigh. You don’t comment on it, you let it slide. You faux indifference. But then, the flexing of his hand starts.

It’s odd. Sure, plenty of people mess with their hands in relation to nerves, but you’ve never seen it happen like that before. The slow stretch of him pushing his fingers to their limits before retracting them, bending his knuckles as he tucks the tips in. The veins along the top of his hand popping exceptionally.

“I’m just good with my fingers.”

I fucking bet he is.

You curse yourself for the warmth that burns in the pit of your stomach. Focus. You should be focusing on the music, on taking in what he’s sharing with you.

Not on his hands. Specifically his fingers, and how good they’d feel-

Fucking stop it. Cut it out. No.

It takes an ungodly amount of willpower for you to look away, but you manage it. Unfortunately, what you don’t manage to do is ignore the bouncing of his leg. You don’t manage to extinguish that burning that he’s begun in you — a fire started from his kindle.

Impulsive. Impulsive, and a little stupid, and endlessly daring. That’s what it is when you finally reach out a hand to land on his knee midsong.

The shaking immediately ceases, and you take over the soothing motions as you let your thumb initially rub in arcs against the side of his thigh. With each strum of the guitar that rings out, you let your thumb complete its semicircle motion. With each pounding of drums, you give a gentle squeeze. He doesn’t say a word about it, and neither do you. Especially when he drops his hand over yours, wiggling his fingers between yours with the failure of a casual grace. You try not to smile as you flip your hand and let him properly intertwine them.

Flexing, but this time, it’s to squeeze your palm to his. You still think about those goddamn fingers.

“So, what do you think so far?” Eddie asks after he clears his throat.

“They’re good,” you nod, finding yourself shuffling subconsciously closer to him now that he’s gripping onto your hand, “Really good.”

“I’m just good with my fingers.”

You know that he’s more than just good. Just like Deftones, you’d dare say he’s really good.

The song switches, and both of you have scooted close enough to one another that your thighs press together. Shoulder to shoulder, sharing enough space to feel his breath on the side of your bare neck.

His grip on your hand tightens.

You want the opposite. You suddenly want his hand to detach from yours and to find home on your cheeks, hands on either side of your face before he’s pulling you into him, throwing caution and formality to the wind. You two have already crossed that line; why was it so hard to take that leap once more?

The song is still playing. You don’t recognize the tinny guitars that are on the loop of repeating the same notes, an echo effect of sorts layered over them.

It’s just the guitar. And suddenly, the rasps of Eddie’s breaths are something your acutely aware of. Like he’s closer, like he’s letting his head tilt even closer to you. You feel that heat transferring between your biceps that are smashed together, not even thin layers of t-shirt or the sleeve of the crew neck able to stop it.

It all happens suddenly.

The guitar pauses and Eddie’s hand loosens in yours. Your heart races, and you realize you’re preparing yourself for what he’s doing before he’s even sprung into action.

Kiss me, the sigh you let out whispers.

It’s answered by the song, and by Eddie. A combination of the two that you can’t differentiate.

The silence in the song is cut off by whimpers. One from the lead singer on the track, one from Eddie. Both breathy, both shakey, both whispering of the loss of control.

“Fuck it.”

Two words. He says those two words again as his warning before he lets go of your hand and is reaching up, shifting your two bodies impossibly quick as his hands do exactly as you had craved. One on each cheek, and then he does it.

He kisses you.

It is neither kind nor gentle, despite the allusion that it might have been from the way he cradles your cheeks. The callouses on his fingers scrape your cheeks, you can feel every crack in his bottom lip as it slots between your own. It’s easy and quick work, the way your mouths can mold together so effortlessly. Tongues that were once so sharp as they’d spit venomous words at once another now meet and pass over teeth, blurring the lines of where you end and he begins — of where hatred ended and this began.

Whatever it is, whatever it will be for these last few hours, whatever it will be once the clock runs out, you’re grateful. You, your vinery, your civility — they all scream their prayers of thanks as his hands drop from your cheeks and find your hips. You don’t even process that he’s tugging you onto his lap or that you’re letting him until it’s happened. Your thighs bracket his own hips, and he gives you no time before he’s pressing your full weight into him, hands clawing at you, desperate to keep you close.

You can’t even hear the song anymore over the roar of your own heart.

“Baby,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you realize now what the price is.

The price is your sanity. The price is a loss of control, and letting him consume you whole. A small price in the grand scheme of it all.

“I-“ you start a sentence that you have no idea of what the ending would be, but he interrupts with his mouth. The teeth your tongue had once met bite down on your lip and you swear you taste blood, swear you see crimson as he sighs out again into your open mouth.

His hands guide your hips against his. A steady rhythm, and with only a few passes, you can feel him harden against you. Your pace picks up of your own doing, the friction of your panties and his pajama pants nudging your clit and leaving you breathless.

What the fuck are we doing?

You should stop it. You should mind the delicate balance you two have been trying to achieve since you first crossed this line.

You only push down harder on him, only bite down on his lip as he had yours. This time, blood might have honestly been drawn — the hiss that escapes him says it all.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he chastises you between kisses, “You want to know what was fucking wrong earlier? You. You are driving me insane, you are driving me straight into the fucking grave.”

Oh.

The way he had leapt up. His nervous energy. The way he had put as much space between the two of you as possible.

“I affect you that much?”

It is not a confident question — you completely pull away from him, leaning back as you breathe it out, hands finding home on his shoulders as you survey him.

He’s being honest.

His pupils are wide but those brown, doe eyes have softened as they meet your gaze. His chest is heaving, his lips are already bruising pink as they fall apart so casually.

He’s being honest.

You affect him, you’re doing this to him — he’s caught up in flames, no sign of salt water in sight.

“You always do,” he says, “Always have. Probably always will.”

Your grip on his shoulders tighten.

I could never hate you.

How blind you had been. How absolutely, blissfully unaware you had been functioning all these months.

A hand trails from its grip on his shoulders, fingers slipping over his bare collar bone, “What do you mea-“

You don’t get to finish the question or dig any deeper into the revelation. The music both of you had long since abandoned has been replaced by the ringing of your phone.

Eddie’s eyes immediately pinch shut, face twisting with irritation. You can’t tell if he’s more annoyed at the interruption due to whatever breakthrough you two were on the precipice of, or because he’s still painfully hard beneath you. But he quickly wraps one arm around your waist, tugging your torso flush to his as he leans forward quickly and reaches out to grab your phone.

“Oh, what the fuck,” he huffs once his eyes are open again and he’s looking at your phone screen.

Your face has been pressed into the crook of his neck due to the current position and way he’s tightly holding you to him. You have no clue who it is, but you have five decent guesses to throw out.

He answers for you. Sharply and bitterly, he snaps out a, “What do you want, Harrington?”

Steve. One of the five guesses. Go figure.

“Yes, we’re fucking alive,” Eddie holds no patience for your friend, all the softness he’d held for you gone save for the stroke of his thumb against the bare small of your back, “We were-“

A pause. You wonder for a second if he is going to admit it. If right here, right now, he would confess to your friends what has happened. How he could never hate you, how you drive him insane, how by nothing changing that everything has changed.

“Sleeping.”

An answer to your question. You hate your disappointment, and bite it down with vengeance.

You can faintly hear Steve’s voice over the phone, not quite as trilling or pitched as Nancy’s or Robin’s. Eddie’s annoyance still rolls off of him in waves, and you imagine that you’d catch him rolling his eyes along with his little huffs of air if you were to finally lift your head from his neck. But you’re selfish, and his arm is still around you waist as it presses you tight to his chest, so you indulge yourself. You dig your nose deeper against the junction of his neck, you take in his lingering cologne and let the stray curls tickle your cheeks.

You should have known he wouldn’t admit it.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie grumbles into the phone, barely getting out the repetitive word before his breath hitches as you pucker your lips against the skin you’ve been burrowing into. It’s only a chaste kiss, but it has its desired effect, “Okay, Harrington. We’ll send a fucking photo. You done?”

Then it hits you. A fun game, a distraction from your disappoint and a way to crawl under his skin all in one. You fight hard not to let a smile spread at the risk of him feeling it against his neck as you take a deep breath in through your nose, noticing the way his shoulder nearly reflexively lifts slightly as if it tickles, because you’re puckering your lips again.

The second chaste kiss is testing the waters. He doesn’t react. And so you go forth with your plan, mouth falling open, teeth grazing his jugular.

He reacts microscopically. His chest halts movement.

It’s not enough for you.

So you suck. Hard. Puckered lips and a vendetta to prove, you let your teeth bite at the skin that sucks into your mouth.

That does the trick.

“O-Okay!” he yelps out in surprise, his hand bruising as he grips you harder. He tries to pull his neck back from you, but his hand only presses you down onto his lap and you feel his dick twitch beneath his thin pants, “Christ, Harrington. We fucking get it. We’ll send a photo. And we won’t sleep another wink, so bite me,“ he pants out as you move to the spot beneath his ear, finding where his jaw connects to his throat, repeating the process and doing exactly as he had told Steve. His hips buck up into you, “Okay, I’m hanging up now, Harrington. Bye.”

You’re grinning wildly against his ear as he tosses your phone carelessly somewhere on the couch — or maybe the floor, you couldn’t tell at this point — before he’s flipping you down onto your back on the couch and hovering over you.

Your head falls back instinctually, leaving your neck open for him to begin an assault of kisses.

“Are-“ A kiss. “You-“ A bite. “Fucking-“ A soothing lathe of tongue over the bite. “Kidding-“ A harsh suck. “Me.”

You writhe beneath him, but he’s pressing his entire weight down onto you, hips slotted between yours and one hand pinning both your wrists to the cushion above as the other stays glued to your waist.

“Did you think that was funny?” he breathes out against you, letting the tip of his nose barely graze over the base of your throat, “Doing that shit while I was trying to talk Harrington down from that damn ledge?”

“Why was he on the ledge to begin with?” you breathily question, trying to move your hands from his grasp, the urge to run your fingers through his curls growing. He only tightens his hold.

“Apparently,” he pauses and presses a quick kiss at the edge of the sweatshirt collar, looking up at you through his bangs and lashes, “He had texted, and we didn’t respond. Photos are back in demand.”

“We’re quite the commodity,” you try to joke, avoiding his gaze. Trying to avoid the softness buried deep inside there, all soft and melted in shades of brown, “We should start charging them.”

“We are charging them, technically,” he snorts, finally letting go of your wrists and leveling his face above yours.

Right. You keep forgetting the promise of a cash prize if you make it out of this alive.

Alive, not unscathed.

You’re already picturing that cash as blood money, some pathetic trophy that won’t even begin to cover the irreversible scars that will be left behind. All the hurt, all the fights, all the realizations — no amount of promised money can erase them.

You start to consider what could erase them, but you stop yourself when you realize that that admittance is too heavy.

He’s here. The weight of him is pressing into you, the smell of him is encasing you, and the stare of his big brown eyes is locking you in. You have him. For a few more hours, you have him.

The wounds can wait. The time to heal and scar over will come later.

“I guess they are, huh?” you laugh when you realize you’ve gone too long without replying.

The stare turns curious. Still melted chocolate, still deathly soft for you, but curious all the same. “Yeah. Yeah, they are.”

You’re about to retreat into your own head and consider what he might do with his share of the cash, but that voice in your mind whispers once more.

He’s here. You have him. Just ask him.

“What are you doing with your money?” you blurt out.

He chuckles and shakes his head, curls falling over his shoulders and creating a curtain as he continues to balance his weight on his forearms settled on each side of your head, still hovering over you.

You should probably comment on that. Make a snide remark about it. Shove him off.

You don’t.

“Is that really want you’d like to talk about right now?”

Right, the weight of his hips as he rolls them gently into you reminds you of what the two of you had been doing before the phone call. The boundaries you’d hopped right over, all the lines you two had been in the process of crossing.

The affect you have on him.

Your stomach twists and suddenly your legs fall open wider to welcome him in, only to wrap them up around his waist. He lets you, lets you pull him right in until your chests are flush to each other. The only thing separating your skin from his is this damn sweatshirt.

“I… Maybe,” you force out just before his lips capture yours. It’s not as urgent as when he’d pulled you in for a kiss to Deftones, but it’s still enough to shatter every bone in your body before melding them all back together into something new, something different.

Something changed.

Eddie smiles, and it’s almost shyly. “Maybe?”

You hum, but it’s cut off, caught in your throat with another roll of Eddie’s hips.

“Okay. Let’s talk about it then, sweetheart.”

Another roll of his hips, and you lift your own to meet the thrust this time, trying to catch him against you in a way for reprieve. You can feel the wet patch gathering on your panties, your thighs clenching onto his hips harder.

“What ever shall I do with my money?” he pretends to ponder, eyes shooting up to look away from you in faux contemplation.

As he does it, one of his hands wander over your sternum, dancing above the fabric of the borrowed clothes.

“Maybe I’ll buy a new bike,” he muses, the hand wandering lower, tracing a steady line down your abdomen, “Maybe I’ll get myself a new guitar.”

His hand has reached the hem of the sweatshirt, slips beneath it and plays with the edge of your panties.

Your mouth will be your damnation as you snipe back, “Or maybe you can buy yourself a whole collection of playboys, filled with plenty of models who definitely don’t look like someone you claim to hate.”

His hand retracts immediately, and you can’t help but begin to giggle.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you start to gasp out when he lifts away from you, reaching out to grab onto him.

He’s fast, but your hands are quicker. You wrap them around the back of his neck and tug him into you, only for him to continue to lift himself up and bring you with him as well this time.

You resemble a koala, and can only imagine what the scene looks like to an outsider.

“Eddie!” you practically squeal, and can feel the vibrations of his own laughter as he sits up on his knees, you still clinging to him.

His arms wrap around you and you lean back, catching that mischievous glint in his eyes. It breaks through the softness, burns brightly in your chest as your laughter fades into soft breaths that hit his freckled cheeks.

You stare at each other for a moment, a tangle of limbs and unspoken words. His earlier admission isn’t forgotten, the lines crossed all painted in red now.

He’s here. You have him, for now.

You can only imagine the claw marks you will be leaving behind when the clock strikes twenty four hours, and you’re forced to leave him and this behind.

“You, sweetheart,” he finally breaks the silence with gentle smirk, “are a certified boner killer.”

You don’t miss a beat, reaching down between you two, hand cupping his still prominent erection, “You sure about that?”

He only groans in response, and in your following cackles, your hold on him slips.

He could have let you fall back roughly on the couch, especially given his distraction with fighting his ever growing smirk. He could have let you smack your head back on the cushion and let you deal with the dull ache that would have followed. He could have, he could have, he could have.

He doesn’t.

He guides you back with his arms still tight around you. Makes sure that you land softly against the worn plush. Takes his time removing his grip on you before he’s standing up from the couch.

You lay back, so sincerely content as you let out a final breath of a laugh and watch him shake his head in amusement as he turns to leave.

“Where are you going?” if it weren’t for the residual giddiness of the moment, you’d have been embarrassed by the clinginess that had threaded its way into your tone.

“The bathroom,” he answers without hesitation, back facing you as he starts down the short hall.

You call after him, “Okay. Don’t take too long this time!”

Even as his laughter echoes faintly, you know you still have him. For now.

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silvershiningtarot · 1 year

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PAC18+ Who Is Your FS? ❤️‍🔥🔥💎

💋take a moment to breathe 🧘‍♀️ Before I start this reading, I would just like to take a moment and say that I’m really going through it financially being unemployed and shit, I would love some bookings for readings even tips anyway that you can help I’ll truly appreciate guys thanks. Center yourself and choose through the photos. Choose the pile that pulls you in the most!

👉🏾9 Of Swords, Page Of Pentacles, and King Of Cups.

Pile 1: It seems that Your FS negatively self-talk themselves. I won't say that they don't have any confidence but they just need to pushher on themselves. It seems that your FS doesn't have good friends around them. They got bad negative people surrounding them that just wanna tear your FS down. I can feel them wanting to cry but they can’t. So they cry in silence. They have the 9 Of Swords Rx. I’m sorry to them. Now they are curious and adventurous. I think that your FS can be a Sagittarius or a Pisces. Either way, they love to travel. But people stump on their hearts and they will still forgive these friends. I can see them trying to balance their emotions. But few of your future Spouses are well-balanced with their emotions. A few of you. But some of you, your FS are having nightmares. They just wanna wake up from these bad nightmares. I'm not surprised that they are drinking. Probably partying too hard. They are manifesting new opportunities in their life and wants a new beginning. Ahhh!! I'm gagging yes. The Sun card. Wow, they are moving forward. They are slowly moving. Either way, I'm guessing that they are a Capricorn ♑ Moon or Sun. Probably because they are workaholics and they drown themselves in their work. Like that shit sucks. I'm sorry. See! VAMPIRE! Like OMG! I wanna cry for them. They are getting drained. I can hear them say “Nowhere I can't escape.” I feel so bad for them. I can see them go through a dark place. So they talk bad about themselves saying “They ain't shit”. That shit is fucking wack. I don't want to say this but whenever your FS is in a dark place these vampires come in and take advantage of them. They are wounded. They are such caregivers. They don't like to disappoint anyone. No one they'll sacrifice their own life if they have to. Make sure that their Friends are good. That's sad because they don't check up on themself. They are an extrovert. Yes! Their personality is out of this world, you probably never thought they can do those adventurous things. They would always keep surprising you. Ahh, what did I say? Achievers wow. They are workaholics. They will get the work done on that day. It seems that your FS is aggressive and dominant too. I think that when they are confident, Their Friends be scared 😱 of them. Don't know what to say to them. Even when they are mad, your FS gives people the cold shoulder and yes they can be childish and petty. But they don't like to get mad 😡. That shit cuts them to the cord. Your FS had once loved someone before but they had hurt them. Yes, they are a bit of a control freak. They like things a center way. They are romantic as well. They would draw you a bubble bath or they like to draw themselves a bubble bath. Light up some sexy candles 🕯️ and just relax. Ahh! Your FS is your star family 👪 you both come from the stars. You guys are spiritually connected. This FS is an old man not like Grandpa but older than you. Wow, again False Disguise. Again these fucking pretenders! See they are walking on eggshells with them. These friends don't want your FS to see them as fake ass friends but they are fake. They lied to them, steal from them, and gossip about them. It's like they drained their energy. Fucking asshole friends. Your FS has karmic debts with their friends and business partners is what I feel. They got a lot of karma with these partners. See! I was right. Co-workers, business partners, friendships, and lovers your FS got karma with these people. These lovers, business partners, and friends are wearing false disguises. They are very passionate lovers. I don't think they are Italian but they fuck like one. They are always horny. Always. The second they see you dirty thoughts run through their minds. I was right. Karmic Friends they got a big lesson with these friends. I was right, Drug Abuse! Geez probably popping pills or again they are partying hard. They love to take things slow. When you guys are together. It's a very slow pace with them. Very slow.

🔅7 Of Wands, Queen Of Pentacles, 4 Of Wands, and Judgement.

Pile 2: I can see that your FS is spiritually grounded or at least trying to be. I see that they are such nurtures, they like to comfort you. They like to be relaxed. So they'll keep you safe and secure. Wow, I think that they think about marriage or have a whole different perspective on marriage. In my opinion, Everything you do they wanna celebrate they love to be happy. Even for their enemies, they would be. They don't have enemies but they do have some bad people around them. I don't know if they know that they do. I can see that they do meditate a lot. I can see that when you both meditate you guys connected. Let me explain that. You guys visit each other while meditating. Ahh! What I say they are well-balanced or at least trying to be. I can see them manifesting you. I can see that they trying to avoid bad energy 🔋. I don't know if people using them. Yes! This FS is waking up. So again I believe that some people are waking on eggshells with them. This is a little tiny bit similar to pile 1. Wow, they probably are an Air sign. Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius. OR They have these placements in their chart. You knew them before in a past life and you guys have past life karma. I can see that. Lilith this makes me feel that they are probably a Lilith-dominant. They are sexy and they are not afraid to show off their beauty. Some of your FS is a pretty man. Or they got a body of a God. Very built they are. Works out a lot. I was right! People are walking on eggshells with them too. Their Friends are intimated by them. So they are aggressive and dominant. They don't play any games. They will confront issues if they see the issue is getting out of hand they will confront it. They are a bit of a control freak, I also sense a Taurus vibe from them. This FS is older than you. If I had to guess probably like 5-8 or 10 years old then you. They are dealing with a lot of false twin flames 🔥. Pretending that they are their twin flames but they are not. See they are draining their energy. Maybe some of you are probably not experienced. Some of you are virgins or not but you are going to lose your virginity to your husband. They are freaks in the sheets like they have sex outdoors. Probably lose your virginity outside. It won't be in the morning but at night I believe. They do have a romantic soulmate but in my opinion, you are their romantic soulmate, and vice versa. I think that your husband went through a lot of difficult situations in their life. Probably had a bad addiction or still going through an addiction. They don't feel like a man. I don't know what happened in their past. I will not dig into it but they probably suffer from depression. They emotionally eat. They are heavily passionate. They are heavily attracted. They would want that eternal love ❤️ but they have plenty of soul contracts with these false ass twin flames and other soulmates including you. For some of you, they probably are a big-bone husband. But they are good-looking no matter what size they are. Didn't I say that they are spiritually connected? Higher self. They are practicing self-control. Accepting the truth of what it is. They want a deeply happily ever after marriage. I believe exactly they want that. Solving issues, I think that they are making amends with these old friends and family too. They probably get cyberbullied by the media. Because of their platform, I believe that they get tease not in a good way. Maybe because of the way they look. Some of them might be too feminine or masculine or skinny or too big. People in the media are rude. I don't think your husband pays them no mind.

👏🏽3 of Wands, 2 Of Swords, King Of Pentacles, and 7 Of Pentacles

Pile 3: I can see that your FS got a lot of money. I think that they can be indecisive. Sometimes for them, I believe that they like routes to keep them grounded. I can see that they are slowly growing their abundance back up. They lose focus quickly so they stick to a routine to keep them focused. I don't blame them. It's hard for me to keep myself grounded as well. Yes, they have money. See they are older than you. But not far old I don't feel it for this one. With the 3 Of Wands, I can see them waiting for their creation to flourish. They are always planning something amazing and they wanna share. Look at that! 9 Of cups, I can see them waiting for their creation to burst out. They are so excited to make it known to the world. But they are being patient about it. They are manifesting. Death card makes me feel that they are rebirth themselves. The Sun ☀️ card I can see that they are so positive and they have their arms open wide. I sense that they are strong believers. Page of Pentacles I can see that they are adventurous and curious too. They are making plans for their new reality. Wow, they are a hot nerd and also good-looking. They got hot bodies👏🏾. Awe Cancer ♋ Maybe they are a Cancer Sun, Moon, or a Rising. Awww such a sweetheart. Yes, they are highly intuitive. I can see that they are visionary they can tell something will happen. This shadow Queen is very draining to them. She is dark! I can see that this lady or whoever she is. She is toxic to them and I can see she wants your FS and wants to drain them. Once they have you, they will cling to you instantly. High Roller! They are drop-dead GORGEOUS!!. Geez!! They are an Aries Sun, Moon, or Rising. For some of you, your FS can be an Aries and for a few of you, your FS can be a Cancer. Erotic, they are highly sexual. They are horny. I can see that they wanna be your Daddy. Lol 😆. Didn't I say that they would wanna be married? Their whole perspective changed about marriage. I can see people might be scared of them. Walking on eggshells it seems like all the piles of people are walking on eggshells doesn't mean that they ain't doing any sneak shit behind their backs. They made some mistakes and they are trying to make up for it. If some of you haven't gone to prom they'll make a prom for you or vice versa. They probably haven't gone to their prom. Ahh! Right now they are a fuckboy. They are a player. They are very charming and good-looking. I told you that They have a new perspective on things. Changing their mindset, seeing things as they are. Taking a huge step back and looking at things with clear eyes. They are healing their inner child. Watching movies, probably Disney movies, and doing childhood activities. They've isolated themselves from people. They don't like people who are not honest about their words. They go through depression 😭. Once they fall they fall hard. With all the false promises people lied to them or they are the unreliable ones. I believe that when they are depressed they neglect their wounds. They don't like to face their truth😒. It's hard for them to admit the truth. They would love to make their own family. They would want everything on their own. Their kids, their own friends, and their own businesses. They just want everything of their own. Nothing else. They wanna raise their kids how they want to. I believe that they are probably a rebel. They are a homebody. They love being at home. I told you that your FS is older than you.

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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✽

drabble!

pairings- Mikasa x Fem! Reader

a/n- again, sorry i took forever. I changed my mind on scenarios like a million times and im pretty sure this one has been done a lot but still, I hope you enjoy 😭

cw- cheating, mentions of toxic relationship, oral sex, vaginal fingering, scissoring, no dialogue

✧༺ꨄ༻∞

As Mikasa's trusted friend, you've seen her go through the highs and lows of her relationship with Eren. Lately, though, it seems like all she can talk about is how Eren is treating her poorly. You're getting tired of it. You're tired of hearing her complain and moan about how he's always causing her problems, but still insists on staying with him.

Her head was stuck so far up his ass she couldn’t see two feet in front of her. Couldn’t see you.

Not to misunderstand, Mikasa was a great friend. One of the realest you had. You just hated to see her stuck, coming to you for advice and then not following. What the hell was the point in all these help visits if she was just going to go running back to him at the end of the day?

No matter how many times you told her she should leave, you’re always gifted with an ‘I can’t.’

You didn’t understand why not. Didn’t at all understand what was so great about this guy either. He was just a guy. One that treated her like a burden. Something you’d never dream of doing if she was yours.

Eren didn’t seem to see just how good he had it. He was about to though.

Per usual, Mikasa has come to you to complain about her boyfriend. What a shocker. Only this time, instead of giving her advice, you’re hidden between her thighs, taking care of her needs like he could never achieve. You were tired of waiting for her to take her leave. You knew she never would, not on her own.

Every swirl of your tongue through her folds pushes the thought of Eren to the back of her mind. You wanted it out for good. From the sounds of her moans it was obvious she hadn’t felt good in a while.

Your fingers curve and thrust slowly, taking their time and rubbing over that sensitive spot inside. Her breath comes out in short gasps every time your mouth latches on to her clit, almost like she was choking on air.

Her legs shake around you as she’s pushed to climax, again and again. You didn’t plan to stop. Not until she was completely exhausted and had to stay the night at your place.

You finger fuck her until the pads of your fingers prune and your arm feels like it’s about to fall off.

As much as you were enjoying making her lose her mind with pleasure, you couldn’t ignore the throbbing of your own need. You’d been sitting patiently with it for almost an hour now.

Removing your lips and fingers from her, you replace the vacancy with your own cunt.

Your wetness meshes with hers, practically a flood between you. She glides her hips to match with you, dragging her sensitive bundle of nerves over yours routinely. She couldn’t think about anything other than getting off.

Your heat grinds together, stimulating both of you to the edge of reality. Though, it’s a struggle to stay above her, you were constantly slipping and losing your balance. You grip around her thighs to keep from falling on her, diagonally positioning your body to fit with her until it’s a perfect match.

You rut against her at a breakneck pace, continuing until you both release all over each other, both of your pussies equally sloppy and soaked.

Maybe this time would make a difference. Maybe this time she’d realize who really cares about her.

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#mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #mikasa x you #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #smut #fanfiction #request #drabble

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gurugirl · 10 months

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A Balancing Act | Ch. 2*

Series Summary: Harry is a famous, rich, handsome, pop star and he’s been in therapy since his boy band days. When he meets Y/n, a beautiful and successful artist, he cannot take no for an answer when it comes to her. He’s determined to make her his even if he has to bend the rules a little at first.

Chapter Summary: Y/n learns that Harry kissed another woman and decides to move on. Harry crashes Y/n's date to get her to change her mind. But then he makes a shocking discovery.

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut (oral sex sort of), angst

Word Count: 9,739

Commissioned by @cinnamonone (thank you!! xoxo)

A Balancing Act Masterlist

Returning to LA after his tour in Latin America, Harry was sitting with Pat in his lovely house. Matcha tea was served and she started off by asking him how he was feeling emotionally lately. She tended to want to start off their sessions by letting him talk about his emotions and how he was dealing with his busy life, reserving the topic of relationships and love until toward the end. It gave her a good gauge of his overall well-being.

“I miss home. It’s always the hardest when I feel like I’m missing out on so much. Feels like I’m ignoring what’s really important in life and focusing too much on myself. Feels selfish. I know that no one thinks that. My mum is always telling me to not worry but it’s just hard. Especially because I’m closing in on 30 and just feels like I’ve just been playing around for all my life.”

“But this is your work. And you do work hard. You’re just lucky that you’re talented enough that you can delve into this kind of creativity and make a living from it. You’re putting more responsibility on yourself than is necessary. You’re on your own path, Harry. And while from the outside everything looks fun and glamorous, even you know the truth because you live it. It’s hard. So don’t discount yourself by feeling like you’re not doing enough. Your mom is okay. She can take care of herself. Gemma is okay too. She’s doing well. Your friends and all the people that matter in your life support you. Comparing yourself to the 9-5 worker isn’t going to do you any good. You’re a successful artist. An entrepreneur. Just imagine if you weren’t. You’d be in Manchester or London and working some mundane job. Sure you’d be around your family but you wouldn’t be thriving like you are now. I think you’d be miserable and if you’re miserable your family will feel that.”

Harry nodded, “Probably. I guess I can’t imagine myself doing anything else.”

“I can’t either. But it’s more about how you’re dealing with that guilt. I think as you’re getting older your priorities are shifting a little. And that’s okay. It’s good to welcome new awareness. Just be sure to not dwell on it because no one else is.”

Harry sniffed a laugh and smiled. Pat was right of course. He knew all of this. They’d been talking about his guilt a lot more recently and he recognized it was more because there were particular milestones that society set for people. And Harry had met many milestones but the basic ones like love, family, stability, children were all things he’d had yet to really achieve. Of course, he had a family but not his own, with a spouse and kids and a little house in town… but that wasn’t his to have yet. And the little house in town might wind up looking more like a bunch of houses in different parts of the world. He couldn’t deny he was lucky but he also couldn’t ignore that he felt like he’d been shirking his adult responsibilities.

“Okay. I can tell you need to say something. Want to move on from this subject?”

Harry grinned and repositioned himself to face more squarely toward Pat, “I met someone.”

“Oh? What does that mean?”

“I met her in Chicago. She was staying at the hotel I was in but she was there for an art show, she’s this really talented artist. But anyway… we just hit it off. We’ve been talking on the phone almost every night. I really like her.”

Pat nodded and placed her mug down, “That’s great. So, she stayed at the hotel you were in but how did you come to actually meet her?”

Harry described the scene at the bar and then how he invited her to his show the following evening, “I just… I don’t know. She’s not famous or anything but she acted like I was just a normal guy. And we really connected mentally and physically. She really seems to like all the things I like.”

“You mean, in bed? Or have you really gotten to know her on a deeper level?” She smirked and tilted her head. Harry was like this. He could connect with all kinds of people and it made his heart swell and lurch and then as fast as it filled up it all deflated just as quickly.

“Well, not just in bed. But yeah. We just clicked.”

“Look, I think that’s great. Just remember, you are okay as a single man too. Correct? You don’t need to be loved all the time. You are enough. You don’t have to fall in love and get married and have children to be a whole person. Society says you need that but you get to choose your path. But if you really like, this, uh… what’s her name?”

“Y/n. Even her name is pretty.”

“Y/n. Well, if you like her enough just take your time. Get to know her. Long distance is hard and phone calls are good but no substitute for face-to-face time. Do you think she’s as serious about this as you are?”

Harry shrugged and pursed his lips to the side, “I think so. I mean… we’ve talked about a lot and she’s told me so many things about herself. I guess I haven’t asked her to make it official, though.”

“Probably wise to wait to make it official. Jumping into a serious relationship could backfire as you well know. And there is the matter that you’re on the road so often. Did you see anyone else while you were away?”

Harry shook his head, “No. I actually really like Y/n. Didn’t want to do anything to fuck that up.”

Pat sighed, “You do realize you were supposedly spotted leaving a party with a woman people claimed you were kissing. Right? Just a couple of weeks ago. Which would have been after your Chicago shows.”

Harry groaned and nodded. He did know. His PR team told him about the supposed fan sighting and there was even a photo of him with a woman. Who he did kiss, but it wasn’t a kiss that meant anything. It was just a bit of fun and Harry had had a good amount of tequila. He honestly was just flirting and wanted to kiss the woman. But of course, when she wanted to take things further he declined because Y/n had been on his mind.

That was one thing about Harry. He was flirty and he’d kiss people he never intended on sleeping with. He kissed men and women and flirted all the time but usually, it was more friendly than sexual. Sometimes people got the wrong idea but that was just how Harry was. He loved getting close to people and touching. Loved hugs and kisses especially if he knew the person.

Even when he was with his last ex she’d gotten used to him kissing others and holding hands with someone else. But it wasn’t always very well received. Like the time she left one of the parties they were at early because she was tired and then he was filmed making out with a friend on a couch in front of people. He had a lot of explaining to do for that one. She forgave him but it hurt her. She cried. Harry felt bad that he’d done it. He loved how it felt to kiss someone and have them kiss him back, the zip of excitement and the tiniest bit of tension.

“Yes. I’m aware. I don’t know that she’s heard anything just yet. I think the photo only got published like yesterday or day before.”

“Well, it’s probably a good idea to talk to her about it before she sees the photo and reads the salacious headlines. That is if you’re interested in still seeing her.”

He nodded and looked down at his lap.

“Now, let’s talk about how you’re doing with all your new endeavors coming up. The timelines and the travel that will entail.”

. . .

Y/n was usually late with getting news or updates on celebrities. She spent a lot of her time painting during the day so unless she took a break and used her free time to peruse social media sites she might not realize things like the fact that the man she was beginning to develop feelings for had kissed another woman while he was away in another country.

Just as on this day. She was blissfully unaware of what he’d done as of yet. That is until Kat, her best friend, called in the middle of her glazing a painting she’d just completed.

She hadn’t told anyone about Harry except for Kat. Kat would keep her mouth shut about everything. Y/n knew she could trust her friend with her new secret. Not that Harry told her to not tell anyone but he did mention it would be better if very few people knew.

“Hello?” She spoke into the receiver as she capped the glaze and wiped her hands on her bibs.

“Hey babe. Did you see the link I sent you?”

“Uh… no. I’ve been working on a piece all morning.”

“Put me on speaker. Take a look.”

Y/n clicked the sound to the speaker and opened up her texts to see the link from Kat.

The moment the Daily Mail website came up with a blurry, dark photo of Harry standing very close to a woman she felt her heart drop.

Reading the caption of the article:

STYLES SPOTTED KISSING MYSTERY WOMAN IN COLOMBIA

“Are you seeing it?” Kat asked.

“Yeah. I am.”

The article mentioned him leaving with the woman after a party and Y/n put the phone back to her ear, not wanting to read more in that moment, “Thank you, Kat. I’m glad you showed me.”

“Of course. I mean… it’s Daily Mail so it might not be anything, but I just wanted you to have that info just in case. You know?”

Y/n nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat, “Yeah. I know. I’m gonna go, though. I need to finish my canvas. But I’ll call you later, okay?”

Letting out a shaky breath she sat down so she could read the whole article, line by line. Obsess over the information and then google to find more websites and gossip pages, supposed first-hand accounts, unnamed sources talking about how he’s been seeing her for a while and he’s excited, other blurry photos of him at the party drinking…

She shook her head and stood up, locking her phone and putting it down on the table near the bottle of glaze. She looked over her canvas and figured she could take a break. It would be good for her to get out and take a walk. Clear her mind and figure out what she wanted to do.

Her walk resulted in her only dwelling on everything. He hadn’t called her in a couple of days but she knew he was traveling back to LA. She felt like he’d probably needed the rest from all the shows, the jetlag, time zone changes… but perhaps it was because he was seeing someone else now.

And that was certainly possible. They didn’t know one another all that well. She hadn’t even told him the whole story about her husband yet. About what had happened to him. And there had been no commitment made. They had sex in his hotel room. A few times. And it was really good. She felt they had a unique connection. Her feelings for him grew a little more quickly than was wise probably and the Facetime calls with all the revelations of things from their past and what they wanted in the future felt like she was talking to someone whom she could see herself with. He’d also given her his personal cellphone number which she knew was sort of a big deal.

But of course, that was ridiculous. This was Harry Styles and even if he did like her (which she was sure he liked her on some level) that didn’t mean they’d end up together. He could choose anyone. It certainly wouldn’t be her.

Later that night as she snacked on dill pickles and popcorn she fell into the hole of the search engine on her laptop.

The night Harry was supposedly seen with the woman was a night he hadn’t called her (she checked her call log). He didn’t call her every night, but it was still noted. Then she found another “source” saying Harry was happier than he’d ever been and that the Colombian woman was spotted in LA with him.

He hadn’t called her again that night either. Closing her laptop she figured it was over. She wouldn’t be calling him to find out what was going on. He didn’t owe her anything and it would look weird and stalkery to be asking him about the other woman. As if she had any claim on him.

Opening up her DMs on Instagram she decided to check back in on Dante. He’d messaged her all that time ago and she’d left him on read once Harry came into the picture. Maybe it was time to find someone closer to being in her own league.

. . .

Harry had a little time off and he caught up on much-needed sleep and getting back into a normal routine. He’d planned on calling Y/n that night. He’d been back in LA for a few days and felt like he was back in the right time zone finally. But he wondered why he hadn’t heard from her at all either. Normally she’d send off a little text during the day. A meme or something that would make him laugh. But it was silence from her for almost five whole days. Not that he’d reached out either but still…

He wondered what she was doing. It was a Saturday night and when he realized she was two hours ahead of him he figured he might as well give her a ring to see how she was. It was nearly 9pm her time already.

But the call went to voicemail so he left a message, a smile on his face, “Hey you… haven’t heard from you in a few days figured I’d give you a call to see what’s happening. I’ve been back in LA for a bit and I’m all caught up on rest. Give me a call back when you’ve time!”

She didn’t return his call that evening.

The following day Harry checked his messages and texts but he’d still gotten nothing from her and it was already midday (yes, he’d slept in quite late since he was up late writing a new song he couldn’t get out of his head). It was odd.

Shooting off a text message to her he suddenly had a feeling that perhaps she was avoiding him. Perhaps she’d seen the articles about him with someone else. He hoped that wouldn’t deter her from wanting to see him again. Hoped that she’d at least let him explain.

He needed to do something about it if that was the case. He couldn’t let her slip away without even having had the chance to see where it could go.

. . .

She heard the voicemail. In fact, she saw her phone light up with a notification that he was calling her in real time.

But she’d just messaged Dante and they had plans to meet up the following weekend. She’d been lucky that he hadn’t already come to town for the art exhibit. She thought she’d missed her chance when she messaged Dante back and apologized for not responding sooner. But he was polite as ever and they made plans to see one another.

So she was going to move on from Harry. There was unlikely anything good to come of it anyway. She had an amazing night with him and a handful of orgasms she could reminisce on but he was a world-famous pop star and he was single and surely he wanted to play the field for as long as he could. She understood it, but that didn’t make the situation feel any better. Therefore, the only way to get over him and to move on was to stop contact with him and get back out there.

Plus, now that she’d been with a man after her husband she felt like it was time to start dating again. It had been fun with Harry and she could have fun with others too. Maybe she’d sleep around a bit. See what that was like. Sow her wild oats. She’d gotten married so young and had little experience before him… Yeah, it was time to get out and date.

The following day she saw a text from Harry after leaving a meeting with someone who knew an art dealer.

Was just thinking of you. Missed hearing your voice. I’m back in LA now. Call me or text back.

She sat in her car and locked her phone, putting her head behind her on the headrest. What was he doing? She was kind of confused that he’d called her, left a voicemail, and then today had texted her. She really was trying to just move on. Figured he had too. But she was too curious not to call him. However, she’d keep him waiting until she was at home with a bottle of wine before she reached out. Maybe she’d hear him out. Maybe he wouldn’t bring up the other woman. She wouldn’t be bringing it up unless he did, but he had to know she’d heard about it. Right?

So, she took the long way to her house, stopping to pick up a bottle of wine and Chinese food before getting home.

She drew her curtains and took her clothes off, only wearing her panties and a tank top, and put her hair up in a messy bun on her head (like the real-deal messy buns, not those cute going-out-messy-on-purpose messy buns). Pouring herself a glass of wine and taking a big gulp she looked down at her cell phone as she sat on her couch and re-read his text.

For some reason she was nervous. She wasn’t sure how this conversation would play out but she wanted to find out what the result would be. This could possibly (most definitely) be the end for them. And she’d be okay with that if it were. Bummed, but fine. She still had her date with Dante to look forward to.

She dialed the number and put him on speaker as she leaned back into her couch and covered her face. She didn’t know if he’d pick up or not but she wanted to get this conversation out of the way.

“Hello!” Harry’s voice came over the speaker quickly. He sounded keyed up.

“Hi. It’s Y/n. You called and texted so I wanted to return your call.”

“Oh yeah… well, it’s been a few days. Was wondering how you were. So, yeah… How’ve you been?”

“I’m good. And you?”

Harry paused and noted the way she answered him in a clipped tone, cold. Not her normal friendly disposition.

“I’m well. Is… is everything all right?”

“Sure. Just doing my thing. Is everything all right with you?”

Harry sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, “Yeah. Um… did you read something about me? Is that why you’re upset?”

Y/n laughed and took a sip of her wine. Here we go, she thought to herself.

“Do I sound upset to you, Harry?”

“You actually do. Yes. Look, if you’re pissed about the articles from when I was in Colombia, I just want you to know that all of that is blown out of proportion. Right? So-“

“Oh. Interesting So you’re saying you didn’t make out with a Colombian woman at a party in Bogota?” God, she hated to sound so jealous but he did bring it up first. She cringed as she let her hurt feelings surface, but it was too late to keep her cool like she intended.

Harry sighed loudly, “I just mean that’s all blown out of propor-“

“Yes, you said that. I’m asking if what is being said is true or not.”

“It didn’t mean anything, Y/n. I am a bit of a flirt and I kissed a woman but that was it! I swear. I thought of you the whole time-“

“It’s fine, Harry. You don’t owe me anything. Besides, I’m going on a date next weekend anyway. We’re free to see other people, right? And-“

“A date? Next weekend?”

She laughed, “Yes. A date. Next weekend. It’s not like you and I will get to see one another much anyway. If at all. So there’s no reason to drag this out. We had fun but it’s clearly not something we need to bother ourselves with.”

“Bother… what? I thought we really connected, Y/n. I’m confused. I really like you.”

“But how can you say that when you made out with someone else? I really like you too Harry but you’re seeing other people because you know as well as I do that this, whatever it is between us, was never serious. Right?”

“No. No that’s not true. And I didn’t make out with her! It was like a quick party kiss sort of thing. Damnit! I swear, Y/n. I’m sorry. I had a little too much tequila and I kissed her but I really was thinking about you and she wanted me to come with her to her room but I told her I was seeing someone and that was it! God, I fucked this up didn’t I?”

Y/n sat for a moment. She had to admit she was surprised by all of this. Surprised that he’d contacted her after she didn’t respond the first time, that he seemed upset about possibly having offended her or hurting her, and that he was acting like he really did like her. But she determined that it was best if they parted ways. She realized it would simply be too hard for this to work. And based on the way his fans obsessed over the Colombian woman and were already talking shit about her (when they didn’t even know who it was) she knew she was right. She had to put an end to it before she got her heart broken.

“There was never anything to fuck up, Harry. But, look… let’s be honest here okay? I’m just a regular gal. I’m not your type, not the type that would be able to deal with your fame and all your adoring fans. I had a lot of fun with you and I think you are absolutely amazing. I really do like you but I just can’t see this working. You know?”

Harry shook his head and tried to stay calm. He had to think. He had to make this work. And he needed to not freak out about the fact that she was going on a date. He hated to think of her with anyone else. And yes, he did kiss a woman, but it wasn’t the same thing! Not to him anyway.

“I think you’re wrong. I think it can work. Let me prove it to you. I’ll come see you. Cancel your date next weekend and let me take you out instead.”

Y/n blinked her eyes, taken aback. She was truly shocked that he wanted to see her again and that he wanted to make it work but still…

“Harry…” she sighed, “you can’t expect me to cancel my date. That’s really not fair to me.”

He knew she was right, “Okay. Sorry. I guess I’m overstepping. I just thought we really connected. I was looking forward to seeing you again.”

Pulling her lips into her mouth she sat her glass of wine down. She was looking forward to seeing him again too, until she learned about the kiss. Even if they weren’t serious and even if the kiss meant nothing to him it meant something to her, “Please don’t make this hard. I really did like you, Harry. But it’s obviously not going to work. And that’s okay.”

“No. It’s not okay. I’m coming to see you. You don’t have to cancel your date. I’m not going to boss you around, but I’ll be flying to Chicago on Friday morning. I’m going to prove to you that we have something good here, Y/n. And if you still don’t see that after next weekend then I’ll back off.”

She couldn’t lie and say that she wasn’t beside herself with the idea that he wanted to put in so much effort to see her. And she certainly couldn’t stop him from going to Chicago and she wouldn’t. But she did feel like it was unlikely he’d actually show up.

“I mean… Jesus, Harry.” She shook her head and grinned, her heart pounding, “You’re crazy. I don’t understand why you want to do this. We had a night together-“

“It was more than just a night. Y/n, come on… you know as well as I do that it was more than just that. All the things we talked about on the phone all those nights. Did that mean nothing? I shared so many personal things with you and I know so many things about you too. But I want to know everything. All of you. I might be crazy but I can’t just give up.”

“We’ll see. And I can’t stop you from flying out here but I’m not going to make you any promises either.”

Harry was determined. More than ever. He knew it was special with Y/n. He knew she knew it too. The night he had her in his hotel room was maybe the hottest sex he’d ever had. And of course, hot sex doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re soul mates but the way they connected and were vulnerable with one another was not like anything he’d ever had. Then all their subsequent conversations and things they’d revealed about themselves? No. He wasn’t done and she wasn’t either. He felt it deep down that she wanted him to prove to her that he was serious.

Kissing that woman had been a mistake. And now he was going to prove to her that he was serious. That they could work.

. . .

She didn’t know why she told him where she was going to be on her date. She didn’t need to tell him. He could wait to see her until after. She told him as much at first when he called her the moment he landed.

“Where will you be with your date?” He spoke saying the word date like a dirty word.

“Harry… why do you need that information?”

“Because I’m just curious. Maybe I’m looking for restaurant suggestions.”

“I’m sure,” she rolled her eyes to herself, “If I tell you, you better not show up and ruin everything. I kind of like this guy, Harry.”

Harry’s heart fell into his stomach and the smirk on his face faded at that. She liked the guy? She was supposed to only like him.

“I won’t ruin anything. I promise.” He couldn’t actually make that promise. He wouldn’t be held accountable for the methods he used to convince her she was his. That she wanted to be with him only.

. . .

The steak house was a typical small-town restaurant that looked cutesy and had a few things on the outside of the building to let you know it was a restaurant but still came off as more of something that looked like a house.

The inside wasn’t much different. The entry into the restaurant started at the bar. Round high-top tables and tall stools scattered along the middle with dining tables with chairs of normal height lined the wall to the right. The bar with various bottles of neatly arranged, half-empty bottles of liquor along the left. Old wood floors, crown molding, high ceilings, an old dusty scent mixed with the smell of stale spilled beer (that smell just doesn’t come out after years of clumsy customers insisting on spilling their ales every night for the past 35 years), food cooking, and meat searing. Beyond the bar was the main dining room with more tables placed around the space and large windows that looked out onto a sizeable terrace with more tables under a large awning.

Harry let his gaze move around the room and walking past the bar he peeked into the main dining room to see if he could spot the woman of his dreams.

“Harry Styles!” A young lady shrieked and as he turned back he saw two other women walking toward him. He knew the look. They were starstruck and hoping for a chance to speak to him and get a photo.

Reluctantly he obliged. Signed a napkin, took a few pictures, and shook their hands with a smile on his face. It tended to be better to just be nice and give them something quickly instead of declining. Sometimes declining or saying he couldn’t resulted in more issues than it was worth.

Not spotting Y/n anywhere either inside or outside he asked the young man stood at the front if there was a reservation under Y/n’s name. He expected that her date would have put it under his name but on the off chance-

“Yes sir. Uh, that reservation for 2 people isn’t for another fifteen minutes. Are you the other party on the reservation?”

Harry grinned and nodded, “Why yes. I am.”

He followed behind the kid to a spot outside on the terrace and ordered a bottle of red wine. He knew he wouldn’t be able to drink the whole thing but figured that once Y/n arrived with her date they could finish it off. He knew that what he was doing was taking it a little too far (maybe a lot too far) but he wanted to properly greet her and get a good look at this date. He’d get up and let them take their seats and then he’d pay the bill of course as an apology for the inconvenience.

Before he’d finished his glass of wine his sight landed on the entry to the terrace where Y/n, a tall man with dark hair (presumably her date), and the young host who seated Harry were walking toward him. There she was. She’d really dressed up too. The low plunge of her dress and the way it hit her hips were mouthwatering. He stood up quickly as he continued to watch her in awe. Her pretty face was set in an unamused frown, “What are you doing Harry?”

Shrugging his shoulders he looked to the guy next to her. He was Harry’s height. Taller even. Annoyingly good-looking in an older, sophisticated yet unbothered kind of way, “I’m Harry,” he jutted his hand out to shake.

The date looked at Y/n and then back to Harry with his hand taking Harry’s in a firm shake, “Yeah, I know who you are. Harry Styles… But why are you sitting at our table?” He asked with a laugh. So she hadn’t told her date about him. Pity.

“Oh, I was just having a sit, drinking a little wine. But I’ll be on my way. Just wanted to make sure my lovely friend here made it safely. Oh! And please! Enjoy the rest of the wine. And I’ve already told them that the tab is on me. So get whatever you like. Go wild.”

The look of anger on Y/n’s face should have deterred Harry from speaking further, but he couldn’t help himself, “And you look… wow. Incredible. You’re stunning, Y/n,” he looked over her frame and then back to her face, “I’ll call you later,” he winked as he turned and sauntered away just as casually as he had mentioned he was paying their bill. As if it were all just a normal occurrence.

Y/n watched the handsome pop star walk away before turning to Dante, “Sorry about that. He was just trying to be funny. Just a friend,” she reassured.

Though, Dante didn’t seem wary of him at all. He was clueless as to what had just happened, “You know Harry Styles?!”

Sitting down and pushing Harry’s nearly empty glass of cabernet to the edge of the table she nodded, “Yeah. Met him a couple of months ago when he was in Chicago for a concert, and I was there for an art show. Just luck.”

She left out the part where he had her in his posh hotel suite one evening and they spent the whole night fucking and talking and laughing. Connecting. And then again in the morning until she had to leave.

Y/n wasn’t sure how to feel about Harry’s little stunt. He seemed like such a genuinely sweet guy that what had just happened felt a little out of character. Though she got some glimpses of his pushy, dominant side in bed, she hadn’t seen any of that persona transfer outside of the bedroom. Not when he first introduced himself, and not in any of their conversations on the phone… But she guessed perhaps there was a part of him that would come out in this way. And she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t enjoy it all deep down.

But still. The nerve of him to sit at the table she and her date would be sharing and drink wine while he waited for them. To look at her the way he had, his eyes blatantly following her shape down to her hips and back up again with that grin… The compliment. And then to have their bill paid for? It was a power move. He was trying to assert dominance over Dante in some way. Even though Dante was annoyingly clueless somehow. She thought for sure he’d be livid about it but he wasn’t.

Dante was a little too nice she decided.

And it’s not like Y/n thought her date should be upset. She didn’t want two men fighting over her or anything. But the part of her that kind of liked what Harry had done, liked that he was trying to stake a claim or send a message- wanted to see what Dante had in him. Wanted maybe just a tiny bit to see him jealous or even insist on paying despite the fact that Harry said he would. Dante didn’t seem threatened at all. She shook her head of those thoughts. How silly for Y/n to even think that he should feel that way. Of course not!

And she couldn’t stop thinking about how good he looked in his suit and his thick dark hair with soft curls as she and her date neared the table he was casually sitting at. The handsome smug look on his face as he watched them. And she tried to refocus and listen as Dante was talking about his recent gallery show but she was now stuck thinking about the night she and the famous man shared together. That was probably part of what he intended as well, showing up like he did. To set the tone for the entire date. He knew what he was doing. And it had worked.

“Excuse me. I need to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

She took a deep breath as she walked into the restaurant and followed the hanging wooden signs that pointed toward the little hallway where the two bathrooms were. A single toilet room each for women and men.

Flicking the light on and clicking the lock she leaned into the door and closed her eyes. She had to give herself a pep talk.

“You’re here with a perfectly nice and handsome man. Same interests, a level head, funny, humble…” and Dante was all those things. But something was missing. Something was holding her back from truly enjoying his company. And she knew just what it was. It was because he wasn’t Harry. And even if Harry hadn’t made his surprise appearance to discombobulate her completely, interrupting her date, she would have still felt the same.

Just as she pushed herself off the door there was a knock, “Sorry! Be right out!”

Y/n washed her hands and dried them before opening the door. But in a shocking split-second, she was met with the handsome smile of the man she couldn’t stop thinking about as he walked into the bathroom, causing her to step herself backward. Harry closed the door and clicked the lock.

“Harry! What are you doing?!”

Harry smirked and leaned his back into the door, “How’s the date going?”

Crossing her arms over her chest she tried to feign annoyance but she was working hard to hide her own grin, “It’s fine. I like Dante. Why are you still here?”

“I figured I’d see if you were free after. I brought some things with me that I think you might enjoy.”

She paused. He brought some things? What did that mean?

“I can’t believe I told you where my date was,” she shook her head and sighed.

“I’m sure you did it because you hoped for this very outcome.”

“Oh come on, Harry. I actually didn’t think you’d even come here this weekend, to be honest.”

Harry stitched his brows together and pushed himself off the door, taking two long-legged strides toward her, and brought his hands up to her face, “Well I am here. And I want you, Y/n. I don’t care that you’re on a fucking date. That should be me sitting out there getting to take you out,” he jabbed a finger in the air toward the door before returning his palm to her cheek.

Her blood pumped quickly through her veins and her head felt fluttery and light as she watched his mouth and then looked at his eyes as he spoke. His hair was fluffy and soft and his hands on her face felt gentle but she knew what they could do. All the very opposite things of gentle that had awakened some kind of indulgent new requirement. She wanted to put up a good fight. Make him work harder. Make him beg a little even. He’d kissed another woman! For god’s sake, she should make him grovel. But he was there. With her. Looking at her like he did that last morning they were together when they were making plans to keep contact until they could see one another again.

She didn’t know how to respond. If she were responding candidly, she’d tell him that yeah, it should be him out there treating her to dinner and not Dante. That she hadn’t been able to get him off her mind and last night, even though she had this date lined up, it was Harry’s image that she orgasmed to when she masturbated. In fact, it had only been Harry she got off to since she’d had that night with him nearly two months ago.

Harry tilted his head and spoke softly, “Please, Y/n. Do you want me to get on my knees? Beg? Or,” a small devious smirk quirked up on his lips as he licked them and ducked in to speak into her ear, his body pressed into hers, “maybe you want this. You like the chase, don’t you? Is that what you want? Trying to play hardball with me, sweet girl?”

She was a goner the moment his lips brushed over the shell of her ear and he brought his hands down from her face to her hips and pulled her in close. A small warm peck to her lobe, “What is it that you want me to do? I’ll do it.”

Y/n drew her hands up his back to his broad shoulders and moaned as she stretched her neck for him, “You shouldn’t be here. I’m in the middle of a date.”

And despite her words, Harry seemed to figure out what it was she needed and he dragged his mouth down to her jaw and then attached his lips to her neck and lightly peppered kisses and warm licks down the sensitive skin until he lowered enough that he’d made it to her clavicle, drawing a needy little gasp from her lips.

He backed away to look down at her and she had her lips parted and eyes closed, which made him smile.

She was his.

“And this dress,” he smoothed his hands down from her hips to the bottom hem of the material that landed just above her knee. He pulled the fabric upward, his warm fingers sliding up and under the stretchy cloth until he met her inner thighs, squeezed together, “Why did you do this? Wearing this for him? Baby this dress should only be for me.”

Her breaths deepened and her body grew hot with his hands on her. This was such a bad idea but she didn’t have it in her to stop him. She wanted him. When she opened her eyes and looked at Harry she licked her lips before speaking, “I hoped you’d see it. But I didn’t really think you’d come.”

Harry’s palms splayed against her thighs and continued to push the material up as he smiled at her with a cocky grin, “Wanted me to see it. So you wanted me to be jealous. To see you wearing this slutty thing on a date with another man while I watched. Suppose I deserve that. But you know you’re leaving here with me. Yeah? That’s what you wanted. Gonna show you what you deserve for teasing like this.”

Y/n let out a small whimper when he pushed her legs apart and kept his eyes on hers. His light green eyes were slowly disappearing under his dark pupils. His lids were droopy, and his lips parted as he finally moved his face to hers and nudged at her nose with his before putting her out of her misery and kissing her in a hot, desperate embrace.

She tried to resist but she’d already been a goner and the way he kissed her melted her senses and stamped out her resolve.

She was his.

Harry’s hands continued their path upward and she knew what he was doing, as far gone and mushy as her brain was, she understood his intentions. So she parted her thighs more for his access and Harry panted against her lips, “You want me to touch? Need a little something before you go back out there on your date?”

She nodded after faltering for a second. Her date… She wasn’t sure she could face him after this. She only knew she wanted Harry.

He pushed his fingers over her silky panties and grinned as he continued kissing her, her back pressed into the wall, “Fuck, baby girl. You need Daddy don’t you?”

She groaned and popped her eyes open, nodding the tiniest bit as she watched him use his hand on her, rubbing over her cloth-covered clit. Harry hissed and looked at her with sultry eyes, “Soaked for me, baby. You don’t want to go back out there to him. You need to be taken care of. Can you wait til we get back to your place or do you need it now?”

Harry was serious. He was going to leave with Y/n. Dante would be fine. His check was covered after all.

Y/n let out a shaky breath. Here or at hers? Her place was half an hour away and she was already vibrating with desire. Harry’s words and soft touches and his presence somehow pulled from her a need that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. One that she was certain Dante couldn’t affect.

“This is crazy,” she breathed out.

Harry pushed his mouth to hers and moved his fingers down to the drenched crotch of her panties pushing them to the side and he keened at the feel of how slick she was under the pads of his fingers.

“Remember how good it was, Y/n? How you moaned and came over and over again? The way you took me when I fucked you.”

Harry was hard as rock in his trousers. This woman was doing things to him. He hadn’t been so determined about anyone in a very long time.

“Yes,” she whispered when he stroked up and down through her labia and then pressed into the hood of her clit.

“And how good we are together. We work, Y/n. This works. I know you know it.”

He plunged two fingers inside as he kissed her mouth. She opened her legs further for him and rocked her hips forward into his hand.

Y/n realized suddenly where they were and what they were doing when a knock sounded on the door, “Let’s go. I need to tell Dante that I’m leaving first.”

Harry was directed to stay outside at the front of the restaurant while Y/n went to the terrace and broke the news to Dante. She felt awful. She really did. Dante was nice. He was attractive. But he wasn’t her type in the end and she was slick between her thighs as she sat down and winced at the feel. The empty ache. She was flushed and her panties were chilled against her skin where it was wet, a result of just having been fingered in the bathroom. But her body was guiding her. She was aching and wanted Harry in her bedroom. Wanted Harry inside of her again.

It was probably a mistake. She’d probably regret this but she only knew one thing. And that was that Dante would never have a chance. Not when she was fantasizing about Harry on a date with him. That wasn’t fair to him, to string him along. So she justified that it was better this way.

. . .

Y/n had fully expected that Harry would have a driver or something. But to her surprise, he rented a car. A really nice car. A Mercedes Benz wagon.

She did kind of wish he had a driver, though, so they could sit in the back and that there was one of those partitions that separated them from view. But as it was, she was sitting in the passenger side as Harry drove her to her house.

It was kind of wild to her that Harry Styles was driving her to her house and that once there, in her small residential bungalow, they’d probably wind up having sex. Certainly, they’d wind up having sex.

“I’m sorry I did it this way,” Harry paused with a smirk on his face, “but not that sorry. Worked out in my favor.”

Y/n breathed out a laugh and shook her head, “Yeah, I guess you got your way. I imagine you’re used to that.”

“Heey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He knew exactly what she meant.

“It just means you’re probably not used to not getting exactly what you want.”

Harry nodded shallowly as he kept his eyes on the road in silence. He was just happy it had worked. He wasn’t sure it would. And yes, he was used to getting what he wanted but he didn’t expect to get everything he wanted. Not all the time anyway.

“My place is pretty small. Two bedrooms. One bathroom. A small backyard. So don’t judge, okay?” She was mostly teasing, feeling quite nervous about what was soon to happen. The state of her home was actually the last thing on her mind.

“Don’t be nervous, love. We’re going to have a great time together.”

Y/n gulped the saliva in her throat and looked ahead toward the road. She knew they’d have a great time together if their last time together was any indicator. In fact, she imagined it might be even better. He was visiting for three days and she had nothing to do other than finish the canvas she’d been working on for the past week. So they’d have a lot of time. To explore and to play. To talk.

She recalled a conversation they had one night over the phone when Harry brought up her pretty, plump bottom, his words still making her blush having never enjoyed anyone calling her plump in any way. But somehow, when Harry said it, it felt sexy. He made her feel sexy. Her curves and her extra bits, her tummy and ass and arms and thighs… they only spent the one night together but he made her feel as if all of her was beautiful.

“Such a pretty, plump bottom like yours… and you’ve never had anal sex before, or anything? My finger was the first to poke inside?” He spoke his words with a smile.

She was already lying down in bed and gently rubbing herself to the sound of his voice and he’d been heavily flirting and suggesting what they’d do together the next time they saw one another.

“No. Have never done anything back there,” she laughed breathily.

“We can change that. I can start by licking your pussy and your ass until you’re so wet and creamy that I can just slip my finger inside your little hole and get you ready for more.”

She moaned lightly at the idea.

He continued, “And once you’re shaking and begging to come I’ll slowly fill you up with my cock so you can finally experience what it’s like.”

Y/n laughed and paused her fingers, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Harry groaned and panted (he was also touching himself), “Oh I would be in heaven to have you any way you wanted. But to be able to be your first experience with that would be amazing. But the question is, Y/n, would you like that?”

She squirmed in the soft black leather seats just thinking about it. She wasn’t sure if he’d want to go that route or not but she figured if he got her loosened up and drippy she probably would very much want that. She felt like he’d make it good. She knew he’d make it good.

Harry noticed the way she shifted and wondered if she was still on edge. He imagined her panties were a mess after what happened in the bathroom. He would have loved to have fucked her then and there but she asked to leave. And he could wait a little longer, though his cock was aching and pushing against the front of his trousers painfully.

Y/n was trying not to eye his crotch. He clearly had an erection. Still. And she knew he was nice and thick and long. Just remembering the way he looked had her thighs clenching together. Yes, she was still very wet in her panties, and knowing that soon he’d be using that thing on her gave her an idea.

She reached her hand over and put her palm on his upper thigh over his pants and Harry quickly glanced down before putting his eyes back on the road. He swallowed thickly. He liked where this was going.

“Gonna help me out a little?”

Y/n smirked and looked up at him as she unbuckled her seatbelt, “Do you want me to?”

Harry scoffed and shot his eyes at her quickly, “Is that a serious question?”

Biting her lip she positioned herself to lean over the leather console and began to undo the leather belt he had on. Harry adjusted his seating and pressed the seat back button to lean back a little to give her more room as she unbuttoned his pants. He parted his lips and let out a labored breath when he felt her palm over him.

He was so warm under her hand, even with the material of his pants covering him. She continued working on opening his pants up when the seatbelt warning dinged.

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes but she continued, not worried at all about the sound. She wanted to pull him out and play with him a little bit.

The road to her house from the restaurant was mostly along a small highway with no stoplights and very little traffic. Which she liked so she could have him out in her hand and no one would pull up next to them and catch a glimpse of what they were doing. Not to mention it was Harry Styles in the car, that would surely get some attention.

When she finally dragged his underwear down enough that she could grasp around him he moaned softly. She loved how he felt in her hand, the way he looked. She pulled from the base of his shaft upward, rolling his foreskin over his frenulum and back down. He was hard and his tip was pink and pretty like his lips.

The ding of the seatbelt warning chimed again as she leaned further over and moved her lips to right above his erect cock. Harry moved his arm away to give her space, before putting his hand on the back of her head. Her hair fell over the exposed skin at the base of his cock before he felt her lick gently over his slit and stroked him slowly as Harry drove down the road toward her home.

It was difficult to put him into her mouth with the console in between them but she had been able to put his tip in past her lips and lick all around him, lapping at his precome as she continued moving her hand in gentle strokes at his shaft.

Harry was panting shallowly and his stomach muscles were contracting. It felt so good to have her mouth and her hand on him. He wished he could look down to see her sucking him off but he had to keep an eye on the road, and with her seatbelt undone (thanks to the reminder every two minutes from the warning chime) he didn’t want to chance anything.

Y/n moaned around his slit and Harry choked out his words, “Fuck, baby. We’re almost there. Gonna give it to you so good when we get to your place.”

And she knew he would too. She wasn’t very experienced. She’d slept with two men before she got married but of all the men who’d fucked her, Harry was far and away the best at it.

Harry pulled into her small driveway, directly behind her Toyota Camry. Tucking himself back into his pants as she adjusted her dress before getting out of his car and plucking her keys from her purse.

“Did he pick you up here at your house?” He pointed toward her car in the driveway. He deduced that if her vehicle was there the date must have come to her home to pick her up.

Y/n paused and it took her a moment to understand what he meant but the realization dawned on her, “Yes. He did.”

Harry nodded, “So he knows where you live? Did you invite him in?”

Sighing she shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. Was he really doing this now? “Yes. He came in, stood in the doorway, and looked around while I grabbed my purse. That was it.”

Harry was standing over her with a small frown, “Were you planning on sleeping with him? After the dinner?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. What is this, Harry?” She pulled her arms upward before dropping them at her sides in frustration, the keys to her house jangling as she did so.

Putting his hands on her upper arms he slowly rubbed upward, “This is just me wondering what you were up to is all. It’s a good thing I got there in time to stop anything from happening.”

A scoff fell from her lips as she looked up at him, stunned, “No. This is you being jealous.”

Harry shook his head with a cocky grin and brought his left hand up to her neck and pulled her into his chest, “I’d be jealous if you left with him. But he’s nowhere to be seen now is he?”

She felt the small squeeze on her neck as he pushed her bottom gently to the front of his car, his hips connected to hers so she could feel him, “S’just you and me here, though. Isn’t it? You’re wet for me. Not for him,” his soft, warm mouth was suddenly pasted over her jaw and she gasped. It was hard for her head to fight its way out of the labyrinth of mush that he seemed to be so good at leading her into. But he knew that. He loved the way she responded to him.

Harry chuckled, his laugh vibrating off her neck as he tenderly kissed the edge of her parted lips before backing away and grasping her hand to pull her to her front door, “Let’s get inside then. Can’t fuck you out here on the hood of the car for all to see can I?”

Everything was rushed and desperate in her brain. She was shaky putting her key into her door to unlock with Harry right behind her, his hands at her hips, his lips on her neck.

The moment the door was closed and locked Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. It was hot and frantic. They were both on edge and very much in need of release. Together. Even though he acted as if he had it totally together and he was in charge, he was feeling desperate too with the way his tip was leaky and his cock throbbed in his pants.

“It’s this way,” she panted breathlessly as she pulled his hand to bring him toward her bedroom.

But Harry paused when he saw a large, framed photo hung on the wall. It was of Y/n with a man. Kissing a man. She was wearing a beautiful wedding dress and the man was in a tuxedo with the backdrop of a lovely garden and flowers all around.

“Is… this you?”

Y/n was halted when she whipped her head to look at what he’d seen. She realized instantly what he meant.

“Um. Yes.”

“Are you… married?”

Y/n sighed and let go of Harry’s hand.

Talk about a mood killer.

Chapter 3

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IN MY BLOOD

Y/N SENNA x CHARLES LECLERC

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PART II: Lights Out

Martin Brundle: “A sensational debut for Y/N Senna here in Australia! She’s done it! P3 in her very first Formula 1 race. What a remarkable achievement.”

David Croft: “Absolutely astonishing! Y/N Senna has exceeded all expectations today. The entire paddock is buzzing with excitement. This is a fairytale start to her Formula 1 career.”

Martin Brundle: “Y/N has clearly inherited the racing genes from her father. The Senna name is back on the podium and what a brilliant way to honor her family’s legacy! But Y/N has shown that she’s not just here to ride on her family’s history. She is here to make a name for herself and with a result like this, she’s definitely on the right track.”

David Croft: “You can see the emotion on her face as she steps out of her car. It’s a moment she will remember for the rest of her life. Bugatti must be over the moon with this performance.”

Martin Brundle: “Absolutely. Y/N has demonstrated immense skill and composure out there on the track. To handle the pressure of a debut race and deliver such a strong result is truly remarkable.”

David Croft: “And let’s not forget the competition she was up against. We have seasoned drivers with years of experience and yet Y/N has shown them all what she’s made of.”

Martin Brundle: “From the moment the lights went out, she showcased her raw talent, overtaking several drivers and displaying remarkable racecraft. This is a debut to remember. Y/N Senna has left a lasting impression on the Formula 1 world today.”

David Croft: “The fans here in Melbourne are witnessing history being made as they watch the first woman to stand on the Formula 1 podium! A groundbreaking achievement for women in motorsport. Y/N has announced herself as a force to be reckoned with. The future of Formula 1 is looking brighter with talents like her joining the grid.”

Martin Brundle: “Her performance today sends a powerful message to aspiring female drivers around the world. This is just the beginning of what promises to be an exciting career for Y/N. If this is how she starts, I can’t wait to see what she’ll achieve in the seasons to come.”

David Croft: “It’s been an incredible race and Y/N Senna has stolen the spotlight with that stunning podium finish. The Australian Grand Prix will forever hold a special place in her heart.”

Martin Brundle: “Indeed. It’s moments like these that remind us why we love this sport so much. Y/N Senna has already captured our hearts and imagination. What a way to start the 2013 Formula 1 season!”

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y/nsenna Words cannot express the overwhelming emotions I felt today as I made my Formula 1 debut at the Australian Grand Prix. This race is very meaningful for me as it was here that my father tasted victory for the last time. I could not help but feel his spirit guiding me, pushing me forward, and reminding me of the intrepid legacy he left behind.

To all the incredible fans who showed up to support me and to remember my father, I am truly humbled and grateful. Your unwavering love and dedication have touched my soul in ways I cannot fully express. The sea of Brazilian colors and Bugatti blue, the banners, the cheers — it was a beautiful reminder that my father’s memory continues to inspire countless hearts even after all these years.

But today, my goal was more than just reliving my father’s accomplishments. It was about carving my own path, about stepping out of his immense shadow and shining as Y/N Senna in my own right, not just Ayrton Senna’s daughter. It is a delicate balance between honoring the extraordinary legacy he left behind and forging my own story in this exhilarating world of motorsport.

Standing on the podium in my first race was a humbling reflection of countless years of dedication, sacrifices, and faith in myself and my abilities. It represents a significant milestone, a stepping stone towards the future. My aspiration is to have my name celebrated not solely for its connection to my father but for the victories and achievements I earn through my own relentless pursuit of excellence. It is a journey that will require continuous growth, learning, and embracing the challenges that lie ahead.

To my beloved papai, I carry your spirit within me every time I take to the track. Your courage, your passion, and your determination flow through my veins, fueling my every move. You will forever be the inspiration that guides me in this new and remarkable journey. You may not been here physically but I have no doubt that you were my biggest cheerleader today.

A special thank you goes out to my incredible team at Bugatti Racing. Their tireless support, expertise, and persistence have been instrumental in making this dream a reality. From the mechanics who diligently worked on my car, ensuring it was in perfect condition, to the engineers who fine-tuned every aspect of its performance, and to the entire crew who stood by my side, believing in me every step of the way, I am forever grateful. You have all played a vital role in our success today and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.

I would be remiss if I didn’t express my deepest gratitude to my friends and family who have stood by my side through thick and thin. Your strength and presence have been a guiding light. Thank you for instilling in me the courage to chase my dreams fearlessly. Thank you for the countless hours of training, the late-night pep talks, and the relentless belief in my potential. Each one of you has played an integral role in shaping the person I am today and I am eternally grateful for your love and support.

And to the incredible fans who lined the streets and stands and flooded social media with your heartfelt messages, I want to extend a special thank you. Your presence, whether physically or virtually, gave me a priceless boost of energy and added motivation. Your belief in me reminded me of the overflowing love that surrounds me. Each cheer, each encouraging word, and each message of support served as a beacon of strength. Thank you for being there, for believing in me, and for being an important part of this chapter in my life.

With love always,

Y/N 💙

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michaelschumacher Nothing I can write will do justice for just how proud I felt standing in your garage today. There were moments were I could have sworn I was watching your father back on the track once more and others were I saw what Alain and I taught you on full display. But most importantly, everyone watching today largely saw a driving style that is yours and yours alone. This will be your legacy. You take the best parts of us and adapt to make them your own which is the hallmark of any great driver. I am infinitely grateful to call myself your uncle. We love you!

y/nsenna Thank you, Uncle Michael! Having you by my side today made it even more special. I am so lucky to have you and your family in my life. I promise to always strive to be the best version of myself, just like you taught me. I love you all so much

a.prost Incredible drive, Y/N! Ayrton and I shared our last podium together at this same race twenty years ago and watching you out there brought tears to my eyes. Your father would be bursting with pride and I am honored to have been here for this amazing accomplishment and the first of many to come. Never stop shining and remember to always stay true to yourself

y/nsenna Thank you, Uncle Alain! That means the world to me. Knowing that you and my papai shared that special moment makes it especially emotional and I am so happy that you flew down to see it happen

pele Congratulations, Y/N! Your talent and dedication shine through, and your father’s legacy undoubtedly lives on with your incredible performance. Formula 1 is lucky to have you and our beloved Brazil is very fortunate to have you representing us. You are writing a beautiful story

y/nsenna Muito obrigado! It is an honor to have your support and encouragement. I hope to continue making our people proud

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What do you take from the Rise movie’s “This isn’t about me,” message? *It’d be interesting to see this become a Tumblr thread cause I’d love to see what others think too.

That's... an important line to decipher. Deep enough to mean so many things but vague enough to be easily taken out of context. I have a lot to say about it, but I'll keep it under the cut to save others the trouble.

TLDR: Future Leo's a dum dum hypocrite

I think... when Leo used the line in the future timeline. He was trying to remind Casey of the harsh reality that they existed in. That this was a world where they sometimes had to set aside their personal wants for the greater good. It's for that reason that Leo was able to ask Mikey to do the unthinkable and sacrifice himself in turn.

What I find fascinating about the movie, is that it both supports and counters this message. It tries to find that healthy middle ground, between present Leo's narcissistic attitude in the beginning and the downright sacrifice he's willing to make by the end. Because him sacrificing himself was NOT the happy ending. And while we get that "ending" for only a moment. We can see that method doesn't feel right either.

In that way, I don't think "it's not about me" isn't actually the "message" of the movie as some might assume at first glance. Merely a gentle reminder to check yourself before you wreck yourself. Because technically, yes, "it's not about me" does apply to many aspects of life. We can get so caught up in our own worries and concerns and perspectives and it just... muddles reality in a way. We need to see how our actions and words affect others and understand that there's so much more out there than our own little bubbles. But we also should understand our own worth within the big tapestry of life and be willing to fight for the things that matter to us.

That's why I think the actual message of the story isn't "it's not about me." It's about balance. It's about the knowing look Leo and Raph share in the end and the fact that Mikey was able to achieve the true, best ending with his brother's help to save Leo, because they know that the world may mean more in the long run, but they mean the world to each other, and I think it's really important to understand.

But that's just my long-winded opinion on the subject and there’s plenty of other interpretations I think I can totally get behind as well. It will be an element within Replica but let's also remember that Future Leo is kind of hypocrite with this line. He's says "It's not about me" but that's coming from someone who the entire resistance has centered around as its leader. He's probably a little tired of the idolization by now and does not like the idea that he's somehow more important than others. I think that's where that line really stems from for Leo. It's obvious that Casey isn't just talking about his importance as a leader, but Leo with the same line is asking him to set those feelings aside even if he is one of the most important people in Casey's life.

And then Leo turns around and throws one of the most important people in his life through the portal. A damn hypocrite (/positive)

EDIT: I was sort of ending it on a silly note but @dandylovesturtles added such a great point that I haven’t been able to put into words but feel in my heart when it comes to future Leo and definitely something I want to show with the healing process he’s been going through in Replica: and that’s the “not all about you” sometimes just means that bad things happen but you can’t just blame yourself for it, and it’s not some cosmic attack for your mistakes. The world did not come to an end because of Leo’s mistake, even if he might have once felt like that. What’s more it means you can’t put the whole world on your shoulder or always try to fix things on your own like how Leo tried to after Raph’s capture. It’s ok to seek the aid and support and ideas of others your trust. It really lines up so well with a lot of the events in the film.

Thank you @dandylovesturtles and everyone else’s amazing comments! I want to hear all of them and take notes.

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how to connect to your intuition better

this is an ice spice fan account

• pile one •

cards: 2 of pentacles, 6 of swords, page of pentacles, 2 of cups, knight of cups, the high priestess

your intuition is connected to your practical knowledge. you may trust your intuition easier when you make an “educated guess” about something (because you really do be knowing) or when you weigh out the probability of something happening. your intuition is also easy to connect to when you’re able to achieve some type of mental clarity or mental balance. when you don’t think too deeply into what your opinion is or how you feel about something. you just let the thought of the feeling come to you. this helps you to avoid overthinking what you think or feel. learning how to make use of your practical knowledge about certain things or people, and trusting yourself in making an accurate judgement or assessment of people and situations. when you give a grounded, “realistic” perspective to a situation, that is when your intuition is flowing the most. connecting to other people and feeling however tf you want to feel about them - whether it “makes sense” to feel that way about them or not. you feel the way that you do for a reason. choosing between how two different things make you feel emotionally is also how you can follow your intuition. which thing/person/option makes you feel more emotionally fulfilled than the other? literally following your heart space and your feelings - with patience. give your feelings time to show themselves to you so that you can follow them. be careful to not let anything external influence the way that you feel about things. you’re showing up as the high priestess, so most of you may follow your intuition without even realising it. on a subconscious level. you also have a huge amount of secret/hidden knowledge about how to make things work for yourself, too. i’m hearing that you should trust yourself and your own judgement. you’re smarter than you think. trusting knowledge that comes to you without worrying about where it may have come from will benefit you.

if you’d like a private reading, please check out my pinned post 💞

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cards: 5 of pentacles, 5 of swords, 8 of swords, the star, king of wands, the emperor

you feel like you lack something in relation to your intuition. you may be the pile who struggles to feel anything when trying to connect to it, leading you to feel left out of having spiritual abilities or an intuition that you can value. you also have a lot of mental conflict, as if you’re trying to find some type of victory in “finding” your intuition. there’s a lot of deep and prominent fears and anxieties surrounding your intuition. you may be keeping yourself in a mental prison and i heard “about being wrong”. you may also feel vulnerable with opinions and thoughts or beliefs that are easily influenced. it’s like there’s a blockage in your mental space. as if you don’t observe thoughts and let them pass you by. you might hold onto the things that you hear about or things that you’re told, and that’s affecting your ability to listen to yourself. there’s some healing that needs to take place. and this healing is related to giving your own opinions recognition and importance. give your own thoughts the value that you feel like they lack. even if everyone else around you seems to value what they’re saying over you. why can’t you take the same stance? choosing to embody more confidence in what you believe that your intuition is telling you will help you to connect to it. you have to be self assured in what you know that you know, otherwise other people will trample all over your words and try to devalue your opinions and your judgement. the emperor is an archetype that accurately reflects you internally. i feel like you have a lot of intelligence about many different aspects of life, but you might not look like someone who would. so people underestimate you. that’s annoying. but you’re someone who is able to teach other people many things (when they’re willing to listen) and you also know how to listen to your instincts. continue to do that.

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cards: 2 of swords, the sun, queen of wands, the tower, 3 of wands, strength

accessing your intuition requires you to ignore what you see with your physical eyes and to pay more attention to what your third eye is showing you. because often times, they don’t match up. everything seems okay on the surface but you feel energetically bothered. there’s always a reason for that, so don’t brush it off like you usually do due to your empathy or compassion for people. when people are sending you evil-eye, you know. when people are jealous, you know. when you’re at your happiest, you’re connected to your intuition the strongest. your creative energy is a very powerful energy source for you - especially your inner child. your inner child is the type of kid who peeps game every damn time. they’re too smart for people lmaoo 😂 also following what makes you truly happy means that you’re being lead by your intuition. when you receive inspiration, or receive a source of confidence from somewhere, you are deeply aligned in those moments. whenever you create something - no matter what it is. it’s like there’s a flow and a confidence that may not be found when you’re dealing with other aspects of life. your creations can give you many messages from the divine. i feel like most of you have an intuition that exposes what isn’t stable and secure. it’s not afraid to destroy what is already accepted by your ego and rebuild. your intuition could expose a lot of things to you that causes you a tower moment, whether you let it be known what you’ve been shown or not. it might open you up to many new opportunities in life that may not be easily or widely accepted by others. listening to your intuition seems to lead you to a bunch of tower moments - only to bring you to a better place in life after the dust has settled and you can move forward. being in control of your ego is indicative of when you’re connected to your intuition the most. your ego may try to argue against your intuition, but the part of you that continues to believe and follow what you’re hearing is the part of you that leads you to higher levels of consciousness and experiences in life.

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SimplyLuxx Lepacy Challenge

By SimplySimmys and @luxximscc

We worked very hard on this challenge for almost a year and we’re super excited to finally be sharing this with everyone! We wanted to create a challenge inspired by the Sims 3 Lepacy challenge because we loved it so much and decided to write one ourselves!

Basic Rules for the challenge:

Use cheats mildly (there are certain generations that require you to have to cheat and we understand the sims can be difficult for some so we don’t mind if you cheat a bit)

No money cheats! You can use freerealestate if you’re required to move and can’t afford the home

If you don’t have certain packs, you can skip those generations! ALL GAMEPACK GAMEPLAY IS OPTIONAL!

For an extra challenge, start gen 1 with 0 simoleons

Most important rule of all… it’ll ruin the challenge if you don’t do this… use the tag #SimplyLuxxLepacy to show us how your gameplay is going!

BASE GAME

Generation 1

You're a young adult fresh from Sunset Valley and looking for a new start. You happen across a small town and decide to settle there. This is the perfect place to start your dream family and achieve all of your goals but can you balance out family life with a hectic work schedule?

Must have family oriented and materialistic traits, you decide the other

Complete at least one base game career

Complete at least one base game aspiration

Have at least three children. (you don't have to have your sim give birth, you can have a science baby etc)

Have at least level 5 in one hobby or at least level 3 in 3 different hobbies. (eg. gardening, gaming)

Get married to a townie in the opposite base game town from you

Visit one of the hidden worlds at least once

Complete the MySims collection

GET TO WORK/DINE OUT

Generation 2

Your parents valued their careers and tried to balance family life as well, but you noticed at a young age that their ambition to succeed in their career is what inspired you to become successful in everything you do, especially your career. You put 100% into your work and 0% in everything else because your job is your life. You become obsessed with working, as well as pick up a special interest about aliens that borders on obsessive. In fact, you want to have a baby with one! (Generation starts as a young adult.)

Must have the perfectionist trait, you decide the others

Reach level 10 in at least one interactive career or own a level 5 retail business/restaurant

If you join the scientist career, visit Sixam at least once

Have at least one child and an alien baby (you can cheat this)

Have a poor relationship with children because of work

Always go to work (either with your sim or alone) if they are in a career

Must complete the elements collection

OPTIONAL: Master the cooking skill (if you take the Dine Out route)

GET TOGETHER

Generation 3

You're tired of your workaholic parents! You escape to Windenburg the day that you become a young adult and you never look back. You want to live life in the party scene, hopping from bar to bar, dancing to your heart's content. You desire a carefree life and you want to experience all that the beautiful Windenburg has to offer. But all that freeness comes with a lack of responsibility when you find yourself having a baby after one crazy night!(Generation starts as a teenager.)

Must have the dance machine trait, you decide the others

Complete the leader of the pack aspiration

Get a job as a barista as a teenager

Move out of home as a YA

Live in Windenburg

Start your own club and meet once a week

Try for baby with a one night stand and take the kid in when they’re a child (this will be your only child)

Have at least two partners before falling in love with one of your club members

Master the dancing and the DJ mixing skill

CITY LIVING/OUTDOOR RETREAT

Generation 4

Your parent was fun but you take yourself just a little bit more seriously. You want to be known as someone responsible and trustworthy, despite being in the most untrustworthy profession. You move to the city as a young adult because you think that you'll find yourself there alas, it isn't all that people say it is. You escape to Granite Falls every chance you get and when you meet someone that helps you realise that the city life isn't for you, you run away to Brindleton Bay together. (Generation starts as a young adult.)

Must complete the city native aspiration

Live in a TLC Apartment until you are an adult

Complete the snow globe or posters collection

Join the politician or social media career

Master the singing skill

Go camping at least 5 times over your lifetime

Meet and befriend the hermit in Granite Falls

Marry a sim that loves the outdoors (you can cheat this)

Leave the city for Brindleton Bay before you're an elder but have at least one child before you do

Must have at least one child

CATS AND DOGS

Generation 5

You've always loved animals, and begged your parents to get you a pet since you were a toddler, but were always met with resistance because of the apartment you lived in not allowing pets. Fortunately, once your family decided to move up to Brindleton Bay, a town that loves cats and dogs, your family finally decided that it was time for you to get your first pet! Your love of animals only grew as you did and after your first pet passes, you learn where your true passion lies. (Generation starts as a child.)

You must have the loves cats, loves dogs or animal lover trait as their first trait. Adult traits can be whatever you want

Adopt your first pet as a child (if you have my first pets stuff, this can be a small pet)

You must care for the pet by yourself without your parents interfering

When your first pet passes, this is when you decide to become a veterinarian

Have a level 5 vet clinic and master the veterinarian skill

Marry a sim that loves animals as much as you

Have twins (this can be cheated)

SEASONS/STRANGERVILLE

Generation 6

Ever since you were a kid you loved exploring Brindleton Bay. Your grandparents left you with a love for the outdoors that only grew as you did. You began gardening as a child and experimenting with flower arranging as a teen, and your curiosity only blossoms further. When you become a young adult you hear about a strange town filled with the most peculiar plants. Strangerville is your next adventure and you can't wait to see what curiosities sprout from its red soils. (Generation starts as a child.)

Have a good relationship with your grandparents if they are still alive

As a child, start a small garden (Achieve mental skill level 6)

Must join scouts as a child until teenagehood

Begin flower arranging as a teenager

Master the gardening skill

Reach level 10 in the gardening career

Celebrate every holiday with family

Have at least three kids

Move to Strangerville as a young adult

Complete the Strangerville mystery

Befriend the mother plant

Complete the Strangerville mystery aspiration or the freelance botanist aspiration

Marry a sim in the military

GET FAMOUS

Generation 7

You grew up with a seemingly normal life, your parent was a gardener, your other parent was in the military, your siblings were normal, there was never really anything interesting about your family, until you went into the attic and saw the old newspaper clippings of your parents being hailed the heroes of Strangerville. Immediately, you feel enraged. Your parents? Famous? Laughable. All they ever did when you were a child is dig dirt and force you to participate in lame family activities. You’ll be a real star unlike your lame parents, but your bad attitude towards people may make it rough. (Generation starts as a child.)

Join the drama club as a child and stay until you are a teen

Must have the Self Absorbed and Mean trait

Complete Master Actor Aspiration

As soon as you’re a young adult, move to Del Sol Valley

Join the acting career and reach level 10

Master the acting and writing skills

Get married as a YA

Make enemies with other celebrities

Have at least one child from your first marriage. You may also have kids in your other marriages

Get divorced and remarried, twice and stay with the third spouse

Must cheat on every spouse

ISLAND LIVING/SPA DAY

Generation 8

Your childhood was chaotic. Your parent always remarried, you rarely got to see your second parent and your name was always in the tabloids for all the wrong reasons. Your life was under a magnifying glass for the world to pick apart and judge. All you wanted was a moment of peace and quiet where no one knew who you were. So one day, you asked your parents for a loan so you could move to Sulani and start your life anew.

Move to Sulani and live on the beach

Place a spa nearby on any lot

Master the wellness and diving skill

Reach level 10 in the conservationist career

Complete the beach life aspiration

Complete the underwater picture collection

Must marry a Sulani local (you may make this sim)

Teach a yoga class every Sunday

Must have at least one child

HIGH SCHOOL YEARS/DISCOVER UNIVERSITY

Generation 9

Your parents were quite strict and always made sure to pay attention to every little thing you did, but despite that you grew up quite well rounded and loved. You always valued your education. From the moment you were a child you knew that you wanted to be a teacher and shape young minds like your teachers shaped yours. What is a better way to do that than to become a college professor? However, you are still a teenager growing up in the digital age with social media, so why not be an influencer by night and a teacher by day? Can you manage good grades while also managing your social media lifestyle? (Generation starts as a teenager.)

Create a social bunny profile

As a teen, complete one teenager aspiration

Earn either honours or valedictorian in high school

As a teen, be a part-time social media influencer and continue career throughout university

Master the research and debate, and the entrepreneur skills

Once you graduate university, quit the social media career and join the education career

Move to Copperdale

Must have at least one child

Must help child/children with their homework a few times every week

ECO LIFESTYLE

Generation 10

Your parent really made a positive impact on people's lives. As a child you'd hear stories about how important it is to make a difference in the world and that really stuck with you. You'd make a difference, too, just not with kids. You'd prefer to help the environment and be one of the reasons why it blossoms… pun intended. (Generation starts as a young adult.)

Move to Evergreen Harbour as a young adult

Must have vegetarian trait

Live "off the grid" (lot trait) and fabricate some of your household items

Complete the eco innovator aspiration

Master the Handiness and Fabrication skills

Join the civil designer career and follow the green technician path

Be sure to achieve the "green footprint" status in your neighbourhood

All appliances must be upgraded to be eco friendly

Don't start dating until you're an adult (You've simply never had the time to before since you were busy saving the planet)

Have one child

COTTAGE LIVING/HORSE RANCH

Generation 11

You grew up enjoying a simple life without the luxuries of utilities as many of your friends did. Kids always bullied you for the way you lived, despite being well off, your clothes were thrifted, your furniture was handmade and your meals were all organic. However, instead of resenting your parents for their peculiar upbringing, you decided to embrace it and take it a little further by living on a farm growing your own food and raising animals on your ranch! (Generation starts as a young adult.)

Move to either Henford on Bagley or Chestnut Ridge

Play with the simple living lot trait

Must earn all money from ranch/farm life (sell produce, baked goods or crafted items)

Master the Gardening and Cooking Skills. If you have Horse ranch, master nectar making as well

Must have at least one of each farm animal* (one Llama, one cow, one chicken, one rooster)*if you have “horse ranch”, one horse, one goat and one sheep

Have a minimum of 2 children to help out on the farm once they are old enough

Become good friends with 3 different sims who live in your town

GROWING TOGETHER/PARENTHOOD

Generation 12

You were raised to be farm tough, and although that upbringing seemed to shape your siblings into nice responsible Sims, you never really grew up. Your parents always scold you for pulling pranks and being mischievous but you never took anything seriously. As you got older, your parents pressured you to act your age, but you didn’t see that for yourself. You decided you were better off someplace else putting your goofy antics to work in being an up and coming comedian! Where's a better place to start new than a progressive area like San Sequoia where everyone seems to be starting new chapters in life, just like you. But, as time goes on you get married and have a big family, you didn’t realise that you’d end up raising children who turned out to be just like you. (Generation starts as a young adult.)

Move to San Sequoia

Must have the goofball trait

Master the parenting and comedy skills

Complete the super parent aspiration

Reach level 10 of the entertainer career (comedy branch)

Must be jokesters with all your children

Must have 5 children

Achieve 10 different milestones with each child throughout their adolescents

Attend the wedding of your first child and be there when your first grandchild is born

Have a great relationship with your grandchild until your death

OPTIONAL: SUPERNATURAL

Generation 13

Generations of your family have come and gone. You've collected money, trophies, and memories and with that have created a great dynasty but a darkness has been growing this past few hundred years and now it has caught up to your family, it has caught up to… you. You're now a supernatural being and have to come to terms with your new lifestyle, or do you? (Generation starts as a young adult.)

Become a Werewolf, Vampire or Spellcaster

Must complete one branch of supernatural skills

Create a coven or pack of your supernatural

Make enemies with rivals leader (Vampires vs Werewolves Vampires vs Spellcasters)

If you are a spellcaster befriend werewolves and vice versa

Depending of your supernatural ability, complete the required skill (Vampire/Werewolf Lore, Spellbook)

Don’t have any children, your family is your coven or pack

Become the master of your supernatural ability (Master Vampire, Virtuoso, or Apex)

After mastering your skills, pick an heir to takeover for you and train them

Once you have trained a successful heir, you must sacrifice yourself as you are no longer needed (If you are a vampire, step into the sun. If you are a spellcaster, overload your magic, if you are a werewolf use the telescope until the meteor comes for you)

Yay! You completed the challenge, I'm so proud of you! Use the #SimplyLuxxLepacy to share your experience with us! Depending on new release of expansion and game packs, more generations will be added in the future.

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guxciestone · 1 year

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— WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❞

(pick a card reading)

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i want to let you know that you are loved and cared for even if it doesn’t seem that way in your life right now. you are beautiful/handsome, capable, important, and worthy; and you are and will always be destined for great things because that’s the reason why we have been put here. i might not know you, but i just know i would adore you if i did 🤍😊

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pile one

I admire how witty and intelligent you are! Honestly, I feel you are always on top of things. You might get good grades in school, focused on your work/aspirations, or is an overachiever. You are truly someone who is meant for big things, and I pray and hope nothing or no one gets in your way. I literally look up to you; and If I ever met you, I would be so inspired because I need to step my game up, lol. You would be that one friend I would come to when I need to get things done. You might be someone who is brutally honest and always trying to improve yourself. You’re a warrior and you don’t play games! However, I would feel pity for you because you seem like a strong-minded and determined person, but you could struggle with perfectionism. You might get down on yourself from time to time for not doing much. You may be too focused on working on yourself to realize that people already love you for who you are and what you accomplish is just the cherry on top as to why we adore you. I just want to tell you right now that you most likely do more than enough. You are an excellent and already successful girl/boy, and I want you to remind yourself that. You don’t need to go above and beyond to prove yourself. I love you, and I hope you recognize that you deserve everything without doing everything :) On the positive note, I love that you have high standards for yourself, and you cannot accept nothing less because you want the best for yourself and your wellbeing. You might know how to walk away from toxic friendships/relationships, and you have outstanding self-worth (I really need you to be my hype man/woman please lol) I just want you to stop believing that everyone is coming out to get you and don’t have the best intentions. Because there are people out there who want to be your friend, lover, or someone who looks after you. You just need to stop holding up walls and let people in from time to time. It’s not a competition. You’ve proved yourself enough. I love the pride you hold and how you gain your confidence from your independence and handling your own. You are truly someone that people strive to be, whether you think that way or not.

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I just love how you never forget about the people who loved, cared, and changed for you the most and vice versa. You carry yourself in a meaningful way. I like how you always love giving gifts to people, whether it be handmade or bought—I love how gift giving is your love language. I might not like necessarily how you came from a childhood in where you didn’t have anyone to call “family”, but I adore how you understand the feeling to the point where you are always there for the people who have been through the same. I love how you created your home by finding your soul group, or you crave and strive to create that home. You work so hard for the people you care about, you almost tire yourself from doing so. I want you to know that it is okay to rest, and there is balance even in being productive. I love how you always strive to maintain peace and you try your best to avoid conflict. You are always willing to make friends and connections because that’s the very thing you are grateful for. I’m literally so enlightened and empowered by your pioneer and passionate personality, like I just know you are a ride-or-die type of person! You’re so supportive, you might even save up money for your loved ones if you can. I admire how you are building towards your future of security, warmth, and happiness because I know you will achieve it soon. I can’t wait to see you with your desired friend group, home, partner, or children. I wish nothing but the absolute best for you! You’re a delight to have as a loved one. Make sure you nurture yourself once in while though lovely. I swear your deserve it after all you’ve been through and done for others. And release your past so you can be ready for your amazing future. All love :)

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I love how you aren’t judgmental and critical of others. You’re the type to say “if you don’t have nothing nice to say, then don’t saying nothing at all.” You have enough empathy to understand that not everyone have it like everyone else, or you just don’t see the reason as to why you should judge someone for something they cannot control, and I literally adore you for that. Seriously. It’s so rare nowadays, especially in this generation, to have someone like you. You’re sensitive—you are aware of how powerful your words and actions are, and you make sure to not hurt anybody’s feelings in the process. I love how you are someone that loves “killing people with kindness”, you are a lover, not a fighter! (I’m trying to follow your mindset, for real) I feel you are this way because you might’ve been bullied, ostracized, or criticized a lot in school or in your childhood. You might have not recovered from that and you feel like a victim sometimes. I’m sorry you feel that way, and I want to let you know that it is okay to stand your ground. You are an angel on earth, and don’t let anything or ANYONE—especially anyone—make you feel you are too emotional or childish. Those people don’t deserve you if that’s the case. True people who care about you would savor your kindness and softness. I love how creative and imaginative you are, and I hope you go after your passions whether that be art, design, music, or anything else. Don’t let others influence you and how you feel about yourself because you are magnificent, and I love how you want to donate to charity and be a humanitarian! (For one or two of you: Let go of your toxic family or friends. They are only making you feel worse. You don’t deserve that type of energy, come on, you’re worth more. Know that, please.) Don’t be afraid to be assertive and stand up for yourself, you deserve to set boundaries and have needs/wants. Declare it, okay? I want you to feel great about yourself because you should.

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I love how radiant and extroverted you are! I feel like I would love being around you in social events because you are open to making friends with anybody and everybody and you don’t judge others off of their social status, personalities, hobbies, or whatever. You’re just here to have a good time. I feel like you would make me feel 10x more happier when I come around you. I admire how motivational and aspirational you are, always trying to shed light on people’s accomplishments and encourage others to do more for themselves (Oh yeah, I definitely need you around lol) You don’t like being around bad vibes and you’ll make this clear. I love your humor so much, like you always funnily try to gas people up and it’s hilarious. Always putting a smile on everyone’s face. I look up to how you aren’t afraid to express yourself and explore yourself in any way that may be. You’re unapologetically doing you, and you don’t mind being a lone wolf. You also seem very forgiving and you don’t have bad blood with anyone even if they have an issue with you (Unbothered king/queen) You’ve been in ruts before and you try to not take anything seriously to not get in that type of energy again. I love that about you and I aspire to be like you honestly lol. I also like how you seem in control of yourself. Like you know you are the creator of your own reality, so you are going to make your life into something. You know that everything is going to go your way either way it goes, and I really want that type of confidence haha <3 I hope you achieve your biggest of dreams :D

#astrology #natal chart #zodiac #guxciestone #astro observations #astrology observations #astro community #tarot #pick a card #funny #i love you if you’re reading this ;)#i bet you look amazing today 💋💋#do something today that makes you happy please

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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PLATONIC! YANDERE SIBCON! DEATH THE KID x READER

888 FOLLOWER SPECIAL (Thank you all so much!)

warnings: incest but as a joke. reader is biologically related to dtk, death and asura so they implicitly look alike. reader is described as perfectly symmetrical. angst.

status: unedited.

Your father couldn’t have been more blatant when it came to favoritism. It was always [Y/N] this, and [Y/N] that. As the youngest out of all your siblings you were given special priority as a child up until the present.

‘[Y/N] is just the cutest, can’t you see?’

What was even worse was that Kid absolutely enabled such behavior.

Instead of being bitter like a normal person, he joined in on the spoiling.

You wouldn’t have minded it if it was just that. Who wouldn’t love to be spoiled by gods themselves?

But Kid always piled nagging on top of it all. In fact, it was twice as much as how he’d drown you in gifts.

‘[Y/N], fix your posture! What if you get back problems at a young age?!’

You were slouching for just a moment. In your room. Alone. How’d he even get in—

‘[Y/N] what is with your hair ? Your symmetry, it’s ruined!’

You only had a single lock of hair out of place. You had just woken up. Your breakfast was abandoned as he had yanked you to take a bath and style your hair.

“[Y/N]—“

“兄上!” You yelled. Swerving your body so fast that you almost fell down just to meet him eye to eye. You took a deep breath first, calming yourself as to keep your voice steady. “Please leave me alone. Aren’t you supposed to be away on a mission ? “

“But—“

“They’re right, Kid. Besides the sooner we wrap things up the sooner you’ll get to hang out with [Y/N]-様” Liz came to your rescue. Honestly if it weren’t for her, you were sure Kid would have been literally glued to you with how clingy he could be. He treated you like the most entrancing painting there could ever be, as if a second not looking at you would kill him.

At the realization of such an idea. Kid finally composed himself and dashed off. With not a farewell or goodbye wave in sight.

“Don’t worry, [Y/N]-様! We gotcha covered.” Patty squeezed your cheeks. Even she wasn’t immune to your cute charms.

“My wish to be left alone extends to the both of you. ”

“Eek!” The two teleported 5 feet away from you as they heard the tone of your voice. Despite being a powerless Shinigami, your presence demanded fear and respect. You were known for being an even more uptight version of your brother which was an achievement in itself.

“R-right! On our way!”

ii.

As the son of the embodiment of law and order. Death the Kid had a terrifying obsession with perfection. Particularly the perfection that is symmetry. The beauty of balanced reflection in its most immaculate form. The aesthetic of faultless proportions and details that make the whole so pleasing to the eyes.

The aesthetic of you.

It was natural for siblings to lovingly hate each other’s existence. Kid has literally battled his own brother.

But in that principle’s wake was your existence.

His passion to beat Asura seemed so human, so insignificant when it came to you.

Unlike him you had no ‘Lines of Sanzu’ and was thus never considered to be a candidate to become a Death God. You were never a threat. So he had no problem accepting his Father’s doting nature towards you.

You were always so cute. Always working hard for a future you wanted. A future that’ll never be yours. Your ambition was so infectious that along with succeeding his father, he wanted to be perfect for you.

You only deserved the best brother. One who had his lines completed. One that didn’t look like ugly, asymmetrical pig that he was in the present.

You weren’t home, as always. But Kid had gotten skilled at finding where you are. Call it his brotherly instincts but the most it would take for him to find you was a day.

You were gone for a month.

When Kid found you, you looked even more aggrieved than usual. The scowl on your face made heavier when you saw him.

The talk on the way back home was awkwardly silent. Despite that he still cherished the moment. It was rare to have someone as amazing as you alone all to himself.

“兄上?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you such a creep?”

“[Y-Y/N] . . . “ You gaze at your brother as crocodile tears fell from his beautiful face.

“If I disappeared that means I don’t want people to look for me. So don’t waste your time searching. Why can’t you understand that I want to be alone?”

“But—“

“Look for me and I’ll hate you. More than I already do.”

“You . . . hate me ?”

“Wasn’t it obvious?” You blew a strand out of your face that Kid often waxed to keep things ‘perfect’. Surprised that he doesn’t comment on it. His eyes have completely dimmed.

“. . . No . . .”

“If you died I wouldn’t care. At all. So don’t extend your sympathy towards me. It’s disgusting not to mention patronizing.” The distance between you two grew more as he stayed still and you kept walking.

Your final words to him goes unheard at that point. “You’re the next God of Death. Respectfully speaking, act like one.”

Kid couldn’t stop thinking about your words from before. Siblings naturally had love-hate relationships. But hearing you say that up front still left him shaken.

During battle, he kept muttering and muttering, completely unfocused. He would have been hurt terribly if it weren’t for the others shoving him around. Even then, he didn’t so much as budge as he was thrown to a wall. “No . . . it couldn’t be . . . have they perhaps . . . “

“What’s up with him?” Black Star stared at him while cleaning his nose with his pinky. The fight wasn’t dire at the very least and he was used to Kid’s unorthodox personality, but this time the young Shinigami was somehow more out of it than usual.

“Less talking, more fighting.” Maka scolded. She had long since given up trying to get Kid to fight and instead instructed Liz and Patty to wield each other. It wasn’t ideal but it was at least functional, unlike a certain raven-haired young man right now.

“That’s it! They must’ve hit puberty!” Death the Kid suddenly shouted. The side of his fist hits his palm as a lightbulb switches on in his mind.

“Not this again . . . “ Liz rolled her eyes. She tried moving him from an incoming attack but he doesn’t budge an inch.

“Oh, my poor [Y/N] they must be so confused! They don’t hate me, it’s just that I’ve been lacking as a brother!” His eyes sparkled at the revelation that hit him. “I must go back and tell them how much I love them!” He took off, forsaking the rest to find [Y/N].

He gets about a meter away before Liz carried him back.

“Nuh-uh. We have a kishin to take down!”

“My sibling takes priority!” He flailed around in her arms, slapping her in the process.

“Even I’m not like this towards Patty. You need to stop worrying about them so much. You’re more like a nagging wife at this point! Face it, Kid. They don’t like you much less want you around all the time.” Liz scolded him. Getting more and more irritated at his behavior by the second. You’d think she’d get used to his sibcon tendencies, but it still managed to amaze her how little he cared for anything but [Y/N].

“Oh no . . . what have you done?” Maka covered her mouth in shock.

“H-Huh? What do mean? I just talked some sense into—“ Liz doesn’t notice he stopped thrashing til he screeched into her ears.

“That’s it! You’re a genius Liz!”

“I am?”

“In order to keep my baby sibling safe and sound I have to marry them!”

“Wait what— That’s not what I meant—“

“I’ll get the papers sorted right away!”

And he’s gone. Poof. Just like that. Liz completely frozen in place.

“I pray [Y/N]-様 extends you their mercy.” Tsubaki, now in her human form, bowed. Genuinely fearing for Liz’s well-being.

Patty, on the other hand, stuck her tongue out. “Bye Bye, sis!”

“Patty, not you too!”

iii.

MONTHS EARLIER…

Your Father was an eccentric being. He annoyed you to no end but thankfully not as much as your brother did.

You inherited his obsession with Peace. Something that you defined as moments that you were alone. Free to just exist and not worry about being perfect all the time. Peace to you was the lack of your brother, the embodiment of chaos.

You’ve always wished to be separated from him, but knowing there was a potential for that to actually happened gave you the first taste of fear.

Is this what humans felt? This adrenaline rush, this excitement? All that in addition to dread and sadness at the same time?

“Is it true?”

“What is it, my darling?”

“Is it true that when 兄上’s lines connect . . . you . . . “

“Where did you hear this, child?” Death moved forward. His large body shadowed yours.

You neither move away or closer. Instead you stayed still. Eyes firmly kept in place. On his.“Answer me, 父上.”

“Yes.” The god looked to the skies. Even he had a time to depart from this world. Death was something not even the divine can escape.

“Will I also . . . ?”

“I don’t know.” His large gloved hand extended to pat your head.

“Then he’ll be all alone?”

“Hopefully not. Are you worried for him—“

You replied before he could even finish, “Why would I be? He’s the one responsible for worrying between the two of us.”

Death then picked you up. Holding you close to his face.

“父上？”

“Yes, my darling?”

You said nothing, stepping forward to hold your creator in an embrace.

“I love you too, child.”

iv.

THE PRESENT…

“[Y/N]?”

Death the Kid isn’t human. Far from it. He’s a god. He represented Law and Order; Death.

But in the face of all this, his responsibilities, his status, his entire being. He feels so utterly meek, so awfully human when he was with you.

Gods aren’t supposed to have favorites. Gods are supposed to maintain a balance when it came to their affections over mortals.

But for you, and only for you. Kid lowers himself. To love, to fear, to worship.

“What?” Your small hands barely half the size of his reached to cup his face. “Spit it out, 豕.”

“Will you stay with me . . . for the rest of eternity?”

“You’re my family aren’t you? Of course I will.”

“Yes. Yes, of course. You’ll always be here for your brother.”

“Tch. Misplaced worries is a weakness, get rid of it.” Your hands moved to leave his face, but he doesn’t let it happen. Instead he traps it there, where it belonged.

“Anything for you, my dearest sibling.”

Right. Kid had nothing to worry about. You were here with him. Living, breathing. Still as perfect as you’ll ever be. You were all that he had. You were all that he needed.

Still. He could not shake away the feeling of nothingness within his heart.

Notes: [These are mostly for me + explanations so feel free to skip] Y/N uses formal speech and ways to call their family members.

For Kid they use, Aniue and for Death they call him Chichiue which means exalted or honorable brother and father respectively.

It’s only when they asked Death to answer them that they drop the formalities and use casual language. But even then they still call him exalted father.

From what I studied, formal speech in some situations can be quite rude and robotic. So despite seeming like they respect their fam they’re actually being condescending if not distant. I might be completely wrong though so feel free to correct me.

It’s kinda like going up to friend of yours for years and using the same extremely polite language you might use for strangers or seniors in work.

Lastly, in case you didn’t understand; in part iv DTK replaces [Y/N] but made them more childlike, completely changing the way they spoke. Mirroring the way Death created him to be a better version of Asura. Also 4 / IV sounds like Death in Japanese.

Anddd a little reminder that whenever I tag a character as Yandere that means they have unhealthy ways to love. Please do not romanticize or seek to replicate it in real life. Despite adoring his sibling, Kid subconsciously looks down on them and sees them as powerless. True love always comes with respect people. He also changes a ton of personality traits for the replacement, only keeping their looks and disdain towards him. He only ever ‘loved’ certain parts of them.

Thank you for reading and for the 888 (now 900+) followers!

TRANSLATIONS:

兄上 — Aniue — (Archaic) Exalted / Honorable Brother

様　— Sama — Formal suffix/honorific.

父上 — Chichiue — (Archaic) Exalted / Honorable Father

豕 — Buta — Pig

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plutosunshine · 2 years

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How can you attract attention?

I am back! Finally hehe~

Our 10th house is all about how others see us. Also, the planets in the 10th house and MC can tell us how we can attract everybody’s attention.

MC in Aries/Mars in the 10th house

You attract attention by being determined, straightforward, honest, and funny. People like your passion. They see you as a sexy and alluring person. You attract attention the most when you do some activities, for example, sports. People adore seeing you on the go. Others love how you achieve goals and how you make it with passion and confidence.

MC in Taurus/Venus in the 10th house

You attract others’ attention through your voice, fashion, and how grounded you are. People love seeing you showing your artistic and creative side. Others see you as an attractive and alluring person. You attract attention when you show to others your solid values and self-esteem.

MC in Gemini/Mercury in the 10th house

Of course, you attract attention with your words and brain! People love when you have something to say. They love how smart, funny, talkative, and creative you are! You charm everyone by being friendly, open-minded, and free. Your words hypnotize people.

MC in Cancer/Moon in the 10th house

You attract attention with your calm and welcoming aura. Others adore your caring, nurturing, and even motherly qualities. Regardless of your gender, you exude feminine energy that charms everyone. You magnetically attract attention, people even can’t explain how. Just magic.

MC in Leo/Sun in the 10th house

Everyone wants to be like you. You attract attention by being the most noticeable person in the room. Others love how warm, funny, beautiful, and creative you are. You attract attention the most when you take the leading role. It is your natural quality so others are amazed by that.

MC in Virgo/Mercury in the 10th house.

Of course, your intelligence. Similar to Gemini MC, people notice you because of your intelligence. The only difference is that Virgo MC attracts attention by being practical, healing, responsible, and dependable. People may see how you came from nothing to everything and that is what attracts them.

MC in Libra/Venus in the 10th house

You attract attention through your aesthetics. You are just naturally lovable. You have good taste, a sense of fashion, and great creative ideas. Your charming, graceful, and peaceful personality charms people. They adore how balanced, beautiful, and harmonious you are.

MC in Scorpio/Pluto in the 10th house

You attract attention with your passionate and intense personality. People see how you can do everything you have in mind. You are hot and even dangerous and that is what intrigues others. Also, you attract attention through your intuition. People just don’t understand how you can feel so much and how you can be so insightful. Also, people are amazed by your constant transformations.

MC in Sagittarius/Jupiter in the 10th house

You attract attention with your free spirit. People just don’t understand how you can be so careless, free, and independent. They do want to be you. You attract attention by your natural quality of teaching and advising. Others find your advice useful and wise. You have your own system of values and you spread it everywhere. You are confident and honest and that charms everyone.

MC in Capricorn/Saturn in the 10th house

Ambitions. You attract others’ attention through your ambitions and plans for the future. People can’t understand how you can have so many plans for yourself. However, when you reach all the goals and get respect in your field, people can’t help but adore you for that.

MC in Aquarius/Uranus in the 10th house

You attract attention with your uniqueness and unpredictability. You are funny, friendly, creative, and easy-going. People are amazed by your natural quality to participate in organizations or charity matters. You stand up for your freedom and independence. You attract attention by just being yourself.

MC in Pisces/Neptune in the 10th house

You attract attention with your considerate and kind soul. You can sacrifice a lot for your loved ones and that is what charms everyone. You attract attention with your mysterious, intuitive, and dreamy nature. You have a lot of dreams and your imagination is what amazes others. Also, people are attracted to you because of your spiritual side.

#astrology #astro #astro observations #natal chart #birth chart #mc #10th house #midheaven #zodiac #planets in the 10th house

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poemnic-tarot · 1 year

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Channeled Message from Your Soulmate’s Higher Self

(Disclaimer : This is a general reading please only take what resonate. For entertainment purposes only)

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 1🌠 “Twin flames”

“I want to acknowledge your mastery of your own emotions. I love that you’ve learned not to control or shame your emotion but accept them for what they are. Your inner strength really shine through and it wasn’t easy so I want to congratulate you on that hard earned achievement, my love. Now your emotion can’t hold you back anymore from taking action. They do not dictate what you can or cannot do because frankly, there is nothing you can’t achieve in this world. You can basically manifest anything.

You are very intuitive and even psychic when we first met and I noticed that about you. I was surprised by how much you were able to pick up on. My feeling particularly because I was not that expressive. You’ve showed me how to balance between true inspired action and just doing things for the sake of doing it. It was hard for me to give something up or abandoned things I’ve started, even when I know it was passed due to do so. Leaving things,letting go of attachment is hard for me. I am the type to keep on reading a book or watching a movie till the end even when I am dead bored of them. There’s no reason for me to continue but there wasn’t a reason for me to leave either. So I’m stuck I guess, I’m very good at getting myself stuck, in the middle, hanging in- between staying or going. But you told me you found that endearing for some reason and gently took my hand and guide me out of my self- imposed prison. You have helped me heal my wound of abandonment, maybe that’s why it was hard to say goodbye to things and leave them, even though they do not serve me anymore.

I admire your sense of adventure, you are the most expressive person I’ve ever met. Even if you don’t know that about yourself. I feel quite a strong kinship with you, like this is not our first rodeo on this earth. Perhaps, we often have more adventures in our dreams, I know I do dreamt of you quite often. I just want to let you know that I love you, I love who are and who you were and who you are trying to become. Every versions of you amazed me cause your true strength alway shines through every time and I will alway recognised your bright essence anywhere.”

Love,

Your Soul Family

Signs: Rose, Lion/big cats, 111, Infinity, Pine trees,Crescent Moon

Love Quotes: "In the end, we all just want someone that chooses us over everyone else under any circumstances."

Song: I See the Light from Tangle

“….And at last I see the light

And it’s like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it’s like the sky is new

And it’s warm and real and bright

And the world has somehow shifted

All at once everything looks different

Now that I see you

Love Poem verse : Twin flames by @cant-find-my-name

…I recognised negative traits needed

To be discard,

When we met, I think I’ve found myself

The missing piece, part of my soul

Ah, you’re my Twin flames

When I met you I know

We’re one and the same

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 2🍄 If Magic Was Real

"I hope you are taking time to fully sit in your emotions and grieve. It is okay to express your emotion, in fact, it is crucial if you need to cry or break down or just lose it emotionally. Give yourself that permission to do so. You might think that it's strong of you to keep it together for the sake of others or yourself. That it is so mature of you to do so but darling, there need to be a balance. You need to heal but you won't be able to heal if you won't let yourself feel all of your sadness. If you need to cry, cry it out I will be here with you. You are not alone in your sorrows. I would like to give this song to you, maybe it would help "Chiquitita by Cher". It seem you have broken a feather but don't worry, we will try to patch it up together.

I want to tell you that a renewal is coming to you. It was a hard chapter that you just experienced and I hate seeing you pretending to be fine. But your sad eyes is not fooling anyone. It is okay to be sad,to be angry, to let it all out ( in a healthy way not in a self destructive way please). I admired you for holding it together for this long, but more than anything, I want you to let go. Be vulnerable with yourself, I think that is the most beautiful thing. Witness the spectrum of human emotions, it is beautiful. It is time to rest in your nest for awhile until you’re able to fly again. Take all the time that you need, grieve all that there is, broken relationships, friendships, nostalgia. Whatever it is, I am alway there. Listen to music because I love sending you messages through these songs, it has really helped me through my hard time. So I’m hoping music could be a little comfort to you at this time. Take some time for yourself love, cause you definitely need it. Trust me that the sun will rise once more, and all that happened will just been a hard learned lesson and you’ve definitely learn a lot from it.

I know that the real you is not a sad person. You are the most vibrant, radiant, happiest soul I know. And sadness doesn’t suit you one bit, as well as pretending to be happy. You shine best when you are true to your feeling. Winter is over and I cannot wait to welcome you back into the season of spring.”

Love,

Your Soulmate

Signs: Black feathers, birds, 55, Tears drop

Love Quote : “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

Song : Chiquitita by Cher

Chiquitita, tell me the truth

I’m a shoulder you can cry on

Your best friend, I’m the one you must rely on

You were alway sure of yourself

Now, I see you’ve broken a feather

I hope we can patch it up together

Love Poem verse: If Magic Was Real by @cant-find-my-name

.. The world seem kind

When you’re around

To believe again

Is easy

When you’re with me

If Magic is real

It is where you’ll be

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 3🫧 I’ll Never Forget

“You’re working so hard and so am I. We’re trying to do our own work, slowly building strong foundation for the future. Maybe out of fears than anything. This anxiety to keep on going, to do better and better, to improve, constantly striving for a better future. I get it, I feel it too, however, if we keep on going like this eventually our life forces will run out. And physically we can become ill and I really don’t want that for you. So I’m here to let you know that you can slow down, what you feared will not come true. Your deep, dark fears will not come alive. If you think you can’t stop because you think that the fears you feel will transpire. No, it will not, you’ve work hard enough. Outwardly and internally, I’ve watched you tried and tried and alway striving to do better. To be better, but honey, you are already enough for me. You alway will be, regardless of what you did or what you didn’t do or what you will do. I will alway believe that your existence alone is enough for me. To sooth my soul, to lift my spirit up. You don’t have to do anything for me, I am happy just to be with you, to exist with you, to be by your side and bath in your lovely presence

I know you have struggled from a lack mentality, I don’t know if you notice that about yourself. And that is nothing to be ashamed of , I‘m struggling with it too. I understand how you feel, no matter how much you have or how much you do, you just feel it’s never enough. True abundance come from the inside. And you are already enough with the proof that your heart beats for you, the blood flowing in your vein is proof that we meant to exist here as we are. No more, no less.

Please rest assured love, and take a break once in a while. Do something that’s not related to work. I want you to practice winding down, practice letting go and relaxing. No one ever teach us how to truly relax and it is a skill, it doesn’t come naturally to us and we can help each other relax. We can practice together, practice just existing without shame or guilt, or a pit in our stomach that things will go wrong if you don’t do anything. I want you to learned to have fun because when we’re together, it’ll become a skill that will help our relationship a lot. I want to have fun together with you and for you to tell me all about your adventures, your travels and your crazy journey. I can’t wait to just sit down and be with you. Take a vacation with you and have the time of our lives. You are my vacation home.”

Love from,

Your Honey bear

Signs : 88, Roses, Games, Festival, Spider, Designer brand

Love Quote : “I know from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly but familiarity. Like ‘oh hello’, it’s you. It’s going to be you.”

Song : Voyage by Kep1er

“The sound of waves surging in

Far beyond the horizon

Between the clouds, we going high

Follow me in my way

When the gentle breeze blows

Close your eyes and feel it

We arrived to an unfamiliar island

slowly open your eyes

Love Poem verse: I’ll Never Forget by @cant-find-my-name

Loneliness is a disease

But I think you’ve just cure me,

You make me so happy

I don’t recognise myself,

You warmed my hand

Around your coffee mug

And asked if I’m alright

Your voice sounded worried

And there’s concern sincerity’s in

Your eyes.

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 4🌙Each Night

“Good evening, I hope to meet you again in our dream. I know you dreamed of me and questioned it. Believe in yourself my little star. Your dream is not lying to you. It is alright to hope, to wish, to believe in the impossible. Please don’t think that it’s ridiculous or childish to believe in true love, in soulmate and fairy tales. Because you’re not wrong to hope. Your soulmate exist and you know that but your fears trying to convince you otherwise. I am your soulmate and my message to you is to believe in me. I want to validate your feeling, your extraordinary senses. Your wish in that little star?, I heard it, the universe heard it too and we listen. To all of your wishes and it was not ridiculous of you to wish for love, true love. It is not unrealistic, or rose colour glasses. It is just something that you know you deserve and want to feel. We do not shame or guilt ourself for asking for more love.

I am alway with you, in your dream, in your waking life, in our past lives. That is why you can feel my presence so strongly. It is not just from your imagination. I want to assured you that, it is real. I am as real as the bark of a tree. I can feel you too but truthfully, my 3D self is not as intuitive as you. I tend to brush things off when they don’t make sense, so please don’t be like me.Things doesn’t need to make sense now,it will eventually come together. Unfolding naturally, beautifully. I know you see my signs everywhere and is questioning reality. You are not going mad, just a head up from me. We will meet soon, in a way that you won’t believe. I won’t either but we both know that we wish for this desperately. Earth has been achingly lonely for me. And knowing you exist have helped alleviate the ache a bit. I want you to take your time with life, don’t rush cause when we come together, we can continue this journey together in an even pace,step by step.

Love,

Yours

Signs : North Star, Dove, Diamond shape, Cocoon of a butterfly, 8910, 2020

Love Quotes: “He loves you very much” she said, but more than that, he cares for you. Sometimes love is not as important as truly caring for the other person.

Song : Surefire by John Legend

“Let me breath you in ‘till gravity bends

And we fall through the hole in the light

Make this our kingdom

Somewhere where good love conquers and not

Divides”

Love Poem verse : Each Night by @cant-find-my-name

Oh distance shore

I beg of you

Please no more,

Please don’t keep us apart

I can’t take it

This is destroying my heart,

We are one and it’s time to be

Together again

Next to each other

Hand in Hand

Feel you touch my skin

Smell your scent

I breathe you in………

🧚🏻‍♀️ 💕 🍀 🌷 🌸 You are Loved 🌸 🌷 🍀 💕 🧚🏻‍♀️

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