#aroma touch therapy

[charliemwrites]

Mafia au with Price perspective

Content: Implied Violence

John, for the life of him, can’t believe he ever ran SpecGru without you.

It’s a hit to his pride to admit it, certainly. That an outsider has discovered a small conspiracy within his own organization less than three months into employment. That, apart from even that, he’s never been less scattered, having someone right by his side remembering details, appointments, bits of information.

Morning smells like Earl Grey and your perfume now. Steam mixing with whatever you’ve spritzed for the day, his own little aroma therapy. Revitalizing after however late the previous night dragged him out.

In general, you’re like a breath of fresh air. A smiley little charm of color and delicacy in his world of saturated shadows, blood and brutality.

Clean-cut dresses with patterned tights, soft-knit scarves. Lace accents and modest stilettos. Thin, sparkly jewelry and smart makeup. The scent of you drowns out the lingering burn of gunpowder; or maybe just transforms it into something heady.

John lingers on your hair. Smooth ponytails, tight coifs, intricate braids. Likes when it’s loose enough to brush you shoulders and neck, a little bounce to it as you toddle in and out of his office.

You’re gorgeous, he knows it like a gun in his hand or the stench of fear in the air. Has encountered (and indulged) in more than his share of stunning women. Women with beautiful smiles, and bright laughter, and sweet voices. Cunning women, too. Women who could outfox all but his best on any given day.

You have all of that in spades, though you’re not the first.

The difference, he thinks, is your sincerity. You’re never anything but honest with him. Even when you maybe shouldn’t be. Not that you share your opinion every time you have one, but if he asks for it, you’ll answer without pulling punches.

Respectful, always. Polite. But scalpels are elegant tools as dangerous as any dagger. You’re not cold by any means, but you’re made of steel. Precise and implacable in some ways. Have never hesitated too look him in the eye and cheerfully explain why he’s wrong.

That, he knows, is a rare commodity.

“I understand this is time sensitive Mister Graves, but raising your voice is not going to open Mister Price’s schedule.”

Your voice goes silky when you get like this. A finely draped, overly pleasant “no” in each word. A wall is still a wall no matter how finely it’s painted.

You’ve just gotten your nails done again, glossy wine red tap-tap-tapping over your customized keyboard. Whatever Philip is saying on the other end does not seem to be impressing you. Soap and Gaz are trying not to snicker. You shoot them an amused look.

“Well, he’s booked every morning for the next two weeks,” you continue.

John is not, in fact, booked every morning for the next two weeks. There are two mornings with two hours open and you’re serenely looking at them on your computer screen. He doesn’t correct you, interested to see how this plays out. You know he hates Philip and are gleefully taking advantage of that fact.

“Well, Mister Graves, a lot of people have time sensitive issues to bring to Mister Price,” you explain, a touch condescending now. “I’m afraid I can’t reschedule them just because you have… a trip to Glasgow, is it?”

You don’t sound impressed. Neither is John. You clear your throat, arch your eyebrows at him. Put up three fingers. He nods.

“I can schedule you in on the 3rd in the evening. Your assistant said you’ll be back by then.”

You blink, an almost smug curve to your lips at whatever is said. A pleasant shiver runs down John’s spine. Philip will just have gotten in then - a full day of travel after whatever business he’s been up to will put him at a disadvantage.

“Well, I’m afraid Mister Price’s next availability won’t be until the… 8th. So shall we schedule something for the 3rd? I can always call if he has a cancellation.”

A pause. Your eyes narrow into a mean little smile at nothing in particular. Practically glowing with satisfaction. Without your attention on him, he shifts a bit.

“Of course, Mister Graves,” you hum. “I can forward your people the details. Have a lovely day now.”

Soap and Gaz start laughing the moment you hand up. You huff at them in amusement, shaking your head, then turn to John.

“Was there anything you needed, sir?” You ask, syrupy sweet.

John snorts and finally approaches your desk, leaning his hip against the edge as he crosses his arms. You tilt your head to give him your full attention, a stray curl falling against your jaw.

“Since you seem to be on rampage,” he says, “I need you to get a reservation for Friday at Muse.”

You blink at him. “Muse? Sir, that’s… don’t they book that place out months in advance?”

He smirks. “Just use my name, luv. I’m sure you’ll have the rest under control.”

You don’t look convinced, but you slide your sticky pad over - light purple clouds, now. With a pink glitter pen.

“How many and what time, sir?”

“Six for eight o’clock.”

You hum as you scrawl it down, pretty round letters that shimmer under the office lights.

“Before you go,” you say as you set the sticky pad aside. “I have those inventory logs from the docks - as well as the incident report from security that evening.”

You pluck up a neat stack of papers, held together by a star-shaped paperclip. Already he can see pink highlighter on the first page, a little memo-note summarizing information for quick review at the top. Somewhere within, you’ve attached a pink tab to something.

“I’ve highlighted anything in the original shipment that wasn’t found in the inventory log,” you explain, tapping at one of them.

He hums, skims the summary, then starts rifling through the papers. Will never admit how much he appreciates the thoroughness, even if he’s comb through every detail himself just to be sure nothing has been missed.

“Oh, also,” you add, spinning the glitter pen between clever fingers, “I think we should maybe set up a camera near that back entrance to the warehouse.”

He pauses. The back entrance where they do the more gruesome aspects of “business.” Odd that you would suggest that.

“Why’s that?”

You hum. “Well, I’m no narc, but I heard from someone who works over there that one of the shipping guys smokes weed with his cousin in that area. Maybe someone saw them and realized that’s a good way in.”

You shrug, leaning back in your seat again. The computer dings, calling your attention. John shoots Soap a glance, who nods and quietly steps out. You don’t seem to notice, clicking your tongue at whatever you see.

“Nicely done, luv,” he says, voice warm in his chest. You beam at him, pleased as always when he recognizes your hard work. “I’ll call if I need anything else.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

Twenty minutes later, you tap lightly at the open door to his office.

“Got the reservation!” You announce, a funny little smile on your face. “They were so nice about it too. What are you, some kind of mafia boss?”

He chuckles at your joke, shaking his head.

How did he ever manage all this without you?

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[writingoddess1125]

You Give Them a Massage 💆‍♂️

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk.

Buy me a KO-FI

Luffy

Luffy while not exactly needing massages enjoys the physical affection.

You will focus on his spine as you gently knead his muscles into relaxation. Which usually turns into you kneading a soft rubbery feeling since he will relax so much it's like he turns into a toy.

"Are you stretching out?"

You question as you realize you've kneaded him into puddy. As well as praising the nice clean lemon scented lotions you used.

He will giggle at the feeling and eventually fall asleep at your touch.

"Your hands are sooo nice (Y/N)!'

Sanji

A massage for Sanji usually starts out as physical therapy for his legs since the muscles are so tight and locked up it causes him pain. Stretching him out leads to him usually Biting a Pillow and groaning in discomfort.

*Please watch for your viewing pleasure ;3

Once done with that you massages away. Focusing on his legs and thighs in order to get him relaxed. Using nice peach scented lotion to help him relax.

"Your hands are heavenly my dear~"

He will flirt with you while on the table but eventually just develope into groans of bliss.

Zoro

Zoro will be stubborn and not want a message at first. However fall into it when his shoulders are sore.

You have to use baby oil for him since his skin is very rough. You have to use a lot of strength to work out the knots in his shoulders, having felt stones that were softer.

"This is ridiculous, I don't see... ohh"

Once you hit that point that has been hurting him he will fall under your spell. Humming in gentle delight as you work out the sorness and tension from his shoulders.

He will fall asleep, snoring rathed loudly as you smooth out his shoulders.

"That was.. very very nice"

Usopp

Usopp will be down for a massage, especially since all his maintenance om the ship make his arms sore.

At first talking your ear off about fake stories as you worked, using different mango lotions on his hands to make them soft.

"You know, I traveled to this island once that had beautiful mermaids, they were all over.. over oh that feels nice"

Will eventually fall into a dreamy like state as he will mumble gentle praise as you work up and down his arms.

"That was so nice (Y/N) thank you"

Nami

Oh poor Nami- Her lower back is always a problem for her! So when you offer a massage she jumps at the opportunity.

You work at the very strong tension on her lower back and help ease the ache. Using nice orange scented lotion for her to add a bit of aroma therapy to the room.

"Gods that's so nice... ugh having boobs suck-"

She will grumble earning some nice chuckles out of both of you. Casual conversation will take place between the two of you as you work, but at the end silence will win over as she's too relaxes to speak.

"Thank you (Y/N) you're a life saver~"

Buggy

Buggy never talks about how sometimes his joints ache after using his devil fruit. Mainly his neck if he detaches his head for long periods of time.

Will throw a mini temper tantrum as you tell him to get on the table, which he does even if he makes a fuss.

Once you start this man is all moans and whimpers. Feeling you work the muscles in his neck into relaxation.

"Fucckkkk" He will moan and pretty much fall apart under your skilled hands. The nice strawberry lotion filling the room which makes him even more complient and relaxed. Defiently the type to get 'excited' during a massage as well.

"Well.. maybe we can do this again?"

Shanks

Shanks will be open to a massage, however it takes him a while to actually relax.

You focus on his shoulders and side of his body. Especially the one with his missing arm, He does get phantom pains and were the muscles are suppose to connect on his missing arm sometimes clench at the pack of stimulation. So you have to carefully work those muscles with your fingers and travel up to his shoulders and side of his body.

"...Thank you (Y/N)"

He will sigh out, feeling the ache in his arm fade from your fingers as the cucumber lotion helps him relax. Will try and crack a few jokes with you here and there but will eventually relax enough to allow silence.

"It's been a while since I've felt this nice, Thank you again"

Mihawk

When Mihawk finally allows you to give him a massage after pestering him for a while you see why- It's like his entire back is made of cobblestone- You question how he gets any sleep with this much tension!

It takes a good hour just to work out the knots before you can even begin to give him a proper massage. He will grunt only at the nice feeling of you working his muscles into submission, the Eucalyptus lotion helping his mind fade into tranquil bliss as you work.

Mihawk is dead silent the while time you work, enjoying the peaceful silence as you get him to relax and ease the pain in his entire back.

Once finishes you are close to exhaustion.

"Thank you deeply (Y/N)"

[ash-says]

Being in touch with your sensuality:

On today's episode of ash-says we are going to talk about how to get in touch with your sensuality. Personally it's something I am very passionate about and kind of indulgent too.

Sensuality helps me in feeling alive and in tune with myself. I can't guarantee it for everyone but for me it works wonders. It's like the "Amrut" or "rejuvenating water" (for a lack of better terms) for me. Along with that it's the most healthy way for expressing my sexuality and keeping it in control to not let it affect my day to day functioning.

Here are some ways I incorporated in the last five years of my life to be in touch with my sensuality:

1) Exercise: No matter what I am going to vouch for this always. The way it helps me in expressing the surplus energy and controlling my desires is a chef's kiss. Plus helps in tackling the sluggish feeling.

2) Dance: Especially the slow sensual seductive dance. Not only it's a good outlet but above all that it validates the emotions and creates a space to delve in it to create a beautiful synchronisation with the body movements.

3) Art: Create! Create! Create! Nothing better than creating beautiful art or writing poems, stories,etc to voice your passion for the world and it's offerings.

4) Music: I have playlists on Spotify that specifically cater to my sensual mood. It has all the songs that can set a tone for the bedroom (iykyk). Singing to it or dancing works wonders. It's a magical experience.

5) Meditation: You can meditate on those feelings to internalize it and put all that energy in proper use for achieving a goal,etc. This is something I very rarely do because I am a very active person but putting it out here cause it works for some people.

6)Play Barbie: This is my personal favourite. After all I am just a girl. I put on some makeup, wear a bold sexy outfit or a cute dress (depending on the mood) then spend my time reading a romance novel and listening to sensual songs. It's my kind of therapy🦋🦋

7) Be a model: Being all dressed up but not clicking any photos you got to be kidding me!!! Come on girl! Pose and click! You are not going to be this young again. The best thing I do is this. It literally helps in skyrocketing my confidence. I don't click pictures daily but boy when I do, God forbid!!

8) Unlearn the shame: The basic one. You need to own your body first and appreciate it. I know saying is easy but hey you won't get there if you never start.

9) Imitate things that you find sexy: I will explain this with an example, so I find laying on the bed on my chest with my legs dangling in the air extremely sexy so when I am alone I will lie on the bed in that way as a way of expressing. Secondly, we all know sipping wine while reading a book is incredibly sexy while being dressed all slutty but I don't consume alcoholic beverages so as an alternative I drink pomegranate juice. Plus I find pomegranate as the sexiest fruit for obvious reasons.

10) Invest in things that make you feel sensual and seductive: It doesn't need to be costly. Find your sexy and invest!! For me it's aroma candles, jewellery, deep neck tops, skirts, ribbons, art honestly I have developed a knack to turn any ordinary thing into something seductive atp I feel. Everything works for me. So exploreeee!! If you are experimental enough and don't have parental risks you can try out sex toys too.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Bed Buddies

A/n: I’m supposed to be writing kinktober day five but I had this idea and just couldn’t leave it

Warnings: smut, degrading, age difference, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James had been having trouble sleeping and couldn’t find a way to fix it, he went to Kirk thinking he’d have something and he gave him something.

Some spiritual thing James didn’t want to be bothered with. Still, he was out of options, worst comes to worst he wastes a hundred bucks.

He was told he had to have a room set up with a couch or two, a dark room with no windows, and a bed, a few small tables wouldn’t hurt.

He went out for a run, thinking it might help him sleep, not that it worked before, when he got back there you were setting up some candles on the nightstands around the bed, a notebook set on the coffee table between two couches.

You smiled over at him when you saw him and gestured for him to sit down. “Your daughter let me in.” You said, calming his nerves because he had no idea how you’d gotten there.

He nodded and sat on one couch. You finished lighting the candles, the honey lavender aroma filling the room, and went to sit on the couch across from him, picking up the notebook and pen, opening to the first page and writing stuff down, the date, the client, etc.

“So, you haven’t been sleeping?” You started.

James nodded. “Why else would I have brought you here?” He asked, a little more aggression in his tone than needed, and he knew it. It didn’t phase you much, all your clients were rich and snooty, plus he hadn’t been sleeping much and you knew that much.

“Some people just want some relax time, like a message type thing.” You explained. “Enough on other people, I want to hear about you.” You said, leaning in a little more.

It was hard to get James to talk, you found that out pretty quick, but it was your first day together so you took it slow, letting him take his time to get comfortable.

The session was about relaxing his body, finding out what was causing him to lose sleep with what little information he was giving you.

You found that drawing on his back calmed him down, not just random doodles but actually tracing his back, finding dots and connecting them.

He managed to fall asleep before 4:00 am so he was counting it as a win and invited you back, becoming a permanent client fairly fast.

After a month or so you found him getting much more comfortable with you, speaking more freely, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Lay with me.” He asked, looking up at you as he laid on his back on the bed in the room.

You chuckled at that and shook your head. “Come on, on your stomach, it’s your favourite.” You said, holding up the black marker you used.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He said, rolling onto his stomach. “Sometimes I just like something to hold in my sleep, what’s so wrong about that, huh?”

You shook your head at that, but he insisted. He didn’t get you to cuddle that night but he didn’t stop asking.

As his little therapy sessions before hand became more free spoken, his hands and eyes began opening more as well. He’d sit closer, gaze trailing over your body, hands lightly touching your knees.

You’d made a promise you’d never sleep with your clients, that being said most of your clients were women, even if they weren’t they were old and gross and hateful vermin, it was easy to find their advances annoying and unwanted.

James was different.

You found yourself craving his touch and wearing tighter or more revealing clothing, when he asked for cuddles after it was getting harder and harder to say no to him.

James had your face shoved into the pillow, one hand on your back to keep you there and the other gripping your hip so tightly it was sure to leave bruises.

The room echoed with your moans and cries for him as he slammed himself into you over and over, deep groans falling from his lips.

“Fuck, darlin’, you feel so good~” He mused, rotating his hips in smooth circles, driving you insane. “So fucking tight, no one’s fucked you right a minute, huh, sweetheart?” He asked leaning down to you.

You shook your head, whining as he slowed his pace, taking away yet another high you’d been so, so close to.

He brought the hand that was on your hip up before bringing it down on your ass, leaving a pink mark in its wake. “Words, slut.”

“No-no, sir, I-I haven’t.” You stuttered out, hands gripping the sheets tighter.

James laughed loudly before it got interrupted by another groan. “That’s my darling, my good girl.”

[p3ndeja6]

₊ ⊹🪻 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🔮

n.amaro x reader

summary: you were younger then nick by a couple of years, and sometimes he’d come over to your apartment after late nights at the precinct, he’d come over to just enjoy peace and serenity

content: fluff, reader is in school (2nd or 3rd year of college) suggestive acts (nothing extreme), age gap!, mentions of sexual abuse due to svu cases, nothing too triggering, just a fluffy one shot overall

super short

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it was late at night, you were working on an essay that was due by the end of the week.. you were getting strained and decided to take a break and call it a day.

You made yourself a quick meal, spicy buldak noodles, a sandwich and your favorite drink that was saved in the fridge. You prepared your meal as you were watching your favorite show. you were almost done preparing your late-night snack when you heard the doorknob shake.

You lived a pretty safe vicinity so the chances of a burgler were slim, but you still were vigilant about your safety, you quickly grabbed your broom and held it tight.

Upon your discovery, the door opened and you saw your boyfriend… nick.

You sighed of relief, and he looked at you worried

“Jesus Nick, you scared me!” “geez sorry, i thought this neighbor was safe?”

you put the broom down, “I mean it is but you never know” “yeah.. tell me about it”

he walked to you as you went back in finishing preparing your ramen, he went behind you and grabbed you hips and nuzzled his head in between your neck, kissing you, making you giggle due to his stubble

he continued and you moved your head slightly to give him more access, he took this as a sign to continue. You tried not to get distracted but you let a soft moan escape.

he laughed,and started moving up your body; cupping your boobs. You laughed and finally pushed him away

“stop Nick” you laughed “I want to eat, I’ve been working on an assignment for the past 5 hours.” he let go and laughed “my hard working girl, okay okay I’ll let you eat but next time, you’re all mine!”

you shook your head in sarcasm, he took of his jacket and unbuttoned his white shirt a couple of buttons down, and took off his shoes. He adjusted himself on your couch, and laid there with his eyes closed taking in the aroma therapy essential oils diffuser thats going around your room.

you look at him, now realizing that he’s here strangely. Nick stops by late nights most weekends or if it’s a weekday he’ll let you know earlier in the day if he’s stopping by, but it’s currently a Tuesday at 12:36 am.

“hey Nick?”

he hummed in response, most likely getting sleepy

“not to sound rude or anything.. but why are you here? It’s late on a Tuesday night, shouldn’t you be at your place?”

He opened one eye and looked over at you

“do you not want me here?” He said a bit suspicious

“oh god, no like yeah I do, but I just realized what day it was and you know you usually let me know when you’re coming over and it’s usually weekends you spend the night with me, I just found it odd you came to visit me tonight” “I love it when you’re here really”

you finally finished your ramen and took it towards the couch where Nick was, and started eating as you waited for a response.

he was hesitant in his answer, he seemed stressed and frustrated.

“today we had a tough case.. a rape case..”

you look at him attentively, making sure you are hearing him and that he has your fullest attention.

you nod in continuous

“and well… it’s about a 8 year old girl who’s after school teacher has been acting inappropriately with her.. you know like touching her where she shouldn’t be touched”

“oh my god” was what you let out

“yeah, and her home life isn’t easy, this one was a bit tough to work on dude to how young and bright this little girl is. I hate to see anyone take it away from her”

you put your ramen down and get close to him, caressing his hand.

“and being here.. with you just brings me peace. All is perfect here, so sorry i came unexpected but i really needed to see you”

you smiled at him

“awe baby, you know you are always welcomed here, I love having you here, never goes a day where I don’t miss you”

you make him look at you and caress his cheek, looking so attentively at his eyes, leaning in and kissing him so gracefully.

he takes you in, and guides a hand on your neck. You move to his lap and continue to kiss him, sucking on each others lips, and you slightly grinding on him

he groans a bit and you continue to bit his lip. You pull away with his lip in between your teeth and stare at him and run a finger across his now plumped lips

“thank you for coming over”

“thank you for having me”

[spdrvyn]

the soft candle glow, the music so slow (short drabble) — soft and slow mornings with (mafia) miguel after he comes home from an exhausting night of work. gift for @lauraolar14, check out her art for him omg

the coffee machine whirs with life as it sputters short bursts of espresso into your cup, miguel must have put new beans in because the aroma feels different. a milkier version of your usual wake up call with a savoury twist on your tongue, but you're in the mood for something sweet this morning.

you stand on your tip toes, but the edges of your fingers aren't able to reach the jar of sugar that's sitting on the top shelf when it's normally two levels lower. quite frankly, you don't want to walk to a completely different room just to get a stool just to get sugar.

thankfully, you don't have to. not anymore when miguel's hardened torso through cotton fabric warms your backside, his arm brushes against yours as he effortlessly grabs the ceramic from the top shelf while placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"where have you been?" you gasp softly, he doesn't answer at first. scooping up two spoonfuls of sugar and pouring them into your cup, like he's apologizing. you notice the bruises and split skin on his knuckles, but he speaks first.

"negotations took longer than i thought they would," miguel rasped, his voice sounded like wheels against gravel, as if he'd been screaming the whole night. "i told them to handle it, but you know how incompetent they can get."

he interrupts you again when he doesn't let you run your thumbs over his wounds, but he slips his hands under the hem of your tank top to caress your bare hips. his breath is staggering, his arms are bordering on trembling, as he mutters small apologies against the fat of your cheek.

your touch, however, parallels that of a feather when you bring your own hand up to cup his face. unfortunately, where you're able to feel a scar that's yet to form later, miguel doesn't even hiss or flinch even though you're quite sure you scraped your nails against his open wound.

it's so gentle. you're so gentle. he could almost cry, because everyday is a losing battle convincing himself that he deserves this life with you that contrasts what he does to others, for others everyday.

"how about some coffee and antiseptic for those cuts, hm?"

so he settles on keeping his tears in, for now. you sit him down on the armchair of your living room, you set his americano on the small table next to him with so much care no matter how simple of a gesture it is. even when you're pouring medicine, burning, raging, medicine into his open skin, he doesn't shy away or groan from the pain. he keeps his gaze locked on you, because he's quite confident that god sent him a guardian angel.

so he settles on finally crying when you're wrapping bandages around his knuckles. quiet, but wracked sobs flood his being. his persistent, stubborn, and stupid being. you lean forward, smoothing his hair over on his forehead to leave kisses, and it feels like flowers bloom in your wake.

who needs Therapy when i have Tumblr. one of those Ts is clearly more superior than the other

[alaezasmystery235]

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 ???

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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐏𝐀𝐂 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 . 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 .....

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 . 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ´･ᴗ･`

ೃ⁀➷ PAID READINGS ೃ⁀➷

𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗲 1

🍦 You guys will be going on a journey soon . It can be physical or astral too . Either way a new adventure is waiting in the horizon . So prepare yourself and embrace it happily . It can be impromptu or detailed planned - either way it will be an important step for your soul calling .

🍦Why are you so suddenly disconnected from me ?? This is what I heard from Mother gia . Okayy some of you are not appreciating nature enough . Remember material world is temporary and it's full of illusions . It can wrap you in it's illusions . So beware. Don't be so materialistic . Start spending your time with nature . Go for walks or simply let your foot touch some grass . Even stargazing at night will help you more in connecting with your intuition and you'll be soon rewarded with your soul family . I'm hearing this way nature will reveal some clues or solutions to you for your current problems .

🍦Ahh the very next message kinda go alongwith the previous one . Connect with your roots . Inner child healing is needed. Don't completely throw away your inner playfulness. So what if people thinks it's weird to watch cartoons while being 40 ?? If it makes your inner child happy then watch it without guilt free . Do something silly and fun but stay safe .

𓋜 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖬 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗲 2

TW :- infertility / miscarriage / health problems not anything major just one message contains this topic !!!!!

🍦My very fav message okkayyy healing is coming in your way . Now is a time for you to give or receive healing . Recently some of you may found yourself in searching ways of healing ? Or even started to go for a therapy ? Spirits are happy they are encouraging you to go on with it . Now keep in mind healing can come in very different forms . Mostly I'm picking art , aroma or even just be there for people in needs . I'm seeing rainbow in my visions so if you or your partner have experienced miscarriages recently spirits are showing me rainbow baby . But you have to take care of your womb . Treat it good and care because it is sacred . Also some of your family members may be going through some major health problems expect some good news regarding them too .

🍦 something finally will be reveal to you . You've worked hard in these past months for something but are not seeing results finally universe will reveal your rewards or a way to speed up your manifestations. I'm seeing road covered in flower petals . Marriage ?? But something hidden is about to come in light perhaps a secret or an ancestral memory ? Scroll ? It'll be beneficial for you . Don't be scared and embrace it because I'm getting messages that some of you are scared in knowing something .

🍦month of winters are important . So pay close attention during winters . I'm getting some of you could even meet your s/o too . Your manifestation will come true in those months . Very high chance . But as long as your manifestation holds true and honest intentions which is for highest good of all will be fruitful .

𓋜 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖬 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗲 3

🍦first of all colour green can be important to you . Because all the cards I've got has exact green colour in them . Or maybe you are attracted to pile 2 ? Because pile 2 has healing message and it could be important for you . No pressure feel free to check out . It's upto you . Okay for the actual message here you're advised to protect your dreams . Don't Expose to people for now . Because I'm sensing some evil eye on you or not so good energies rn . You're the guardian of precious dream and they are safe in your presence . Keep them close until and unless you're ready to release them. No hurries !!!

🍦Find balance between your work , rest and playtime and you'll have more energy , harmony amd productivity in your life. Take a power nap . Check your diet it lacks major key ingredients. Remember you are what you eat . Emotions . I'm seeing having unhealthy obsessions you need to sort out your priorities.

🍦music or sound therapy can be beneficial at this point for you . Listen or play close attention to the songs you're hearing or are advised to listen . It holds important messages for you . Follow the tune I'm hearing . Let yourself be immersed in this beautiful sound and just relax a bit .

𓋜 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖬 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗲 4

🍦get ready to be able to celebrate your victories . Good news and celebrations are on the way . You deserved it . Let yourself be immersed in this positive and uplifting energy . Revamp your soul . Let your hair down and dance !!!! Also some of you may even get some invitation from someone important or something important. I'm seeing people going for proms and thankfully with their crushes 😍.

🍦you are advised to venture in your spiritual side . It's frightening but magical . Let yourself dive into this magical gateway . It takes courage and spirits are saying you are courageous !!!! Don't doubt it . This is where your greatest purpose lies.

🍦this is very specific message . If you are manifesting then you have to check your method because current method will not be fruitful for you. Be very very honest about your intentions and be clear what you want . Be direct and place your desires .

𓋜 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖣𝖬 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 8: Chocolate Coins

Summary: Things are looking up now. You are finally heading back to work at The Candy Bar, and you have taken a big step forward in your relationship with Wanda by meeting Billy and Tommy. Can anything bring you down today?

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I’m so excited! We’re headed for some angst and suspense in the coming chapters. I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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“Are you sure you're ready?” Wanda asked cautiously. 

The redhead had dropped Billy and Tommy off at school and then came over to the compound to help you get ready for your first day back to work at The Candy Bar. 

“Sweetheart, we've talked about this. Helen and Bruce have cleared me: no more walking boot, no more sling. I completed the required month of physical therapy, and I feel good. I’m ready for this,” pulling an outfit out of your closet.

“Ugh…you’re right, you’re right,” flopping down onto the bed and covering her face with her hands.

You crawled onto the bed and lay beside her, still in your pajamas.

“Hey,” moving her hands away from her face. “I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like I’m fighting fires or anything. I’m bagging candy and scooping ice cream all day.”

The redhead turned sideways to face you on the bed. “Just promise me you’ll listen to your body. Sit down if you need a break; if there’s something high on a shelf, let Harper get it.” 

You cut off her rambling with a gentle peck on the lips. 

“What was that for?” Wanda asked.

“It was the only way to get you to stop,” giggling at the redhead. 

After a hearty bowl of frosted flakes and a steaming cup of coffee, Wanda drove you to work. You hadn't figured out what to do about a new mode of transportation yet, as your car was totaled in the accident. Honestly, it was the last thing on your mind at this point. All you could do was take your recovery one step at a time, and the next step was to go back to work.

^*~*^

Walking into The Candy Bar after almost three months filled you with excitement and nostalgia. The familiar aroma of sweets filled your senses, and you couldn't help but tear up at the sight. You had kept in touch with Harper, your best friend and business partner, over Zoom and FaceTime, but you had promised yourself that you would return to the store only when you could walk back into it on your own. 

“Harper?” you called out.

“Surprise!” Harper shouted.

The lights flipped onto reveal your best friend holding one of your mini ice cream cakes in front of a banner behind the counter that read, Welcome Back, Y/N!

“Aww, this is so sweet, Harper,” walking over to hug her. “You didn’t need to do this.”

“Oh, Please! I don't want to hear another word. This is a triumphant return; of course, we will celebrate,” she said.

“Thank you so much. This means a lot to me.” You were so engrossed in hugging your best friend you almost forgot about the redhead standing beside you. “Oh, Wanda! Where are my manners?! Harper, this is Wanda Maximoff.” 

“Hi, wow. Harper Bailey,” shaking Wanda’s hand vigorously. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for, you know, the world,” still shaking her hand.

“You’re welcome,” Wanda giggled and looked over at you. 

“Okay, that’s enough, Harper,” you said, separating their hands. 

“Right! Um, I’ll go turn the closed sign to open,” she offered.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here,” Wanda said, taking in the space. 

You put on your Candy Bar apron and adjusted your name tag. It felt so lovely to be back in your work attire. You glanced at your watch. 

“Sweetheart, don’t you have a meeting with the team at 10:30?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. They won’t start without me,” she said, dismissing your question.

“Wanda, it's okay. Truly, you don’t need to hang around here all day. I’ll call you on my lunch break. Go, have a good day, and I’ll see you tonight,” you said.

Wanda sighed and walked toward you. “Okay,” placing her hands on your cheeks, “but if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me,” ending her speech with a kiss.

“I won’t. Bye, sweetheart,” you replied.

“Bye,” she said.

You watched the redhead leave. Just as you did the first time she walked into your shop. The feeling of Deja vu was mutual, as Wanda glanced back at you with one final wave as she walked out the door.

“Man, do you two got it bad,” Harper said as she joined you at your side.

“Shut up,” blushing at the thought. “I’ve waited three months to say this, Harper. Let’s go to work.”

*^~^*

Steve's voice jolted Wanda out of her daydream, and she quickly refocused her attention on him. "What do you think about running point from the compound on this upcoming mission?" he asked her. "It'll let you get your feet wet before you're out in the field again."

Wanda considered the proposal for a moment before nodding. "Sure, I'm up for it. Whatever you need."

"Great," Steve said, looking pleased. "I'll make sure to give you all the necessary details as soon as we have more information on movement from the targets."

Maria stood up from her seat at that moment, signaling the end of their meeting. "Thanks, everyone. Let's reconvene in two days to finalize the plan.”

As Wanda approached the door, Bucky stepped before her, blocking her path. 

"May I help you?" she inquired, puzzled.

"Okay, Wanda. What's going on?" Bucky asked, concerned.

Wanda tried to play it cool. "What do you mean?"

"You've never zoned out in the middle of a meeting before. What's on your mind?” The super soldier asked.

"Nothing," she replied, trying to dismiss the subject.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that," Bucky remarked, seeing right through her.

Wanda knew that Bucky had a knack for cutting through the bullshit. "Is it Billy and Tommy?"

"No, no, the boys are fine," she quickly dismissed the idea.

"Is it this mission?” He suggested. “I can understand why you might be hesitant. It's been a long time since you've been out there."

"It's not the mission," she replied, turning around and walking back to the conference table.

Bucky followed her. "Then what is it?"

"It's y/n's first day back at the Candy Bar, and I'm just worried about her, that's all," Wanda confessed, exhaling deeply.

Bucky smirked. "You realize our job is vastly more dangerous than hers, right?"

"Yes, it's just... This is a big step in her recovery, and the shop means so much to her. I want it to go well."

"She'll be fine," Bucky reassured her, wrapping his arms around her. "She'll be home before you know it. Plus, it's movie night. You know how Y/N loves a good movie."

Wanda relaxed into Bucky's embrace. The super soldier had become a trusted friend, especially since her return to the team.

"Ooh, shoot," Wanda said, glancing at the clock. "I have to go pick up the boys at school, and if I don't leave now, I'll be late."

Bucky nodded. "Thanks for listening, Buck. I'll see you later."

"Okay, see you later," watching her rush out the door. Despite his attempts to reassure her, he could sense that Wanda was still concerned.

*^~^*

“Thanks, and please come again," you said as you handed the customer her bag of candy and homemade chocolate chip cookie. "Phew," you added, wiping your brow with the back of your forearm.

“Are you okay?" Harper asked

"Yes, I'm fine. I just forgot what the afternoon rush was like,” you lamented.

"Why don't you take your lunch break now?” Harper offered. “I can handle things for a bit."

"No, that's not necessary. I can do it,” you insisted.

“I know you can,” Harper touched your shoulder, "I just don't want your girlfriend on my case for not making sure you're taking it easy."

You laughed and replied, "Okay, I'll take a break. But not because of my girlfriend, because I know my limits.”

“Of course you do,” Harper smiled.

You step out of the shop onto the quiet side street, craving fresh air. After munching on the delicious peanut butter sandwich and apple slices that Nat had lovingly packed for you, you take out your phone and dial Wanda's number. 

As soon as she picks up, you feel a wave of warmth washing over you. "Hey, sweetheart! I've been thinking about you all day. How's everything going down there?"

You smile to yourself, feeling grateful for having someone who cares about you so deeply. "It's going well," you reply, strolling back and forth. "I didn't realize how much I missed the shop until today. I'm on my lunch break right now. What are you up to?"

Wanda chuckles, and you can hear the sound of her kids playing in the background. "Just picked up the boys from school. They're supposed to be doing their homework, but I'm pretty sure they're playing rock, paper, scissors."

You laugh, feeling like you can picture the scene perfectly. "Why do I feel like I would be right there playing with them?" 

"Because you totally would," Wanda agrees, and you can't help but grin.

"I miss you," you confess, feeling a little pang in your chest. 

"I miss you too," Wanda says softly. "I can't wait to see you in four hours and eighteen minutes."

You chuckle, happy to hear she's also keeping track of time. "You watching the clock too?"

"Maybe..." Wanda giggles, and you feel your heart swelling with love for this remarkable woman. 

Suddenly, you hear a commotion from inside the shop. Harper is calling you urgently. "Hang on a second, Wanda," you say, quickly moving the phone from your ear. 

"What is it?" you ask Harper, feeling your heart racing.

"There's a strange man in the shop," Harper whispers, looking at you with concern. 

You feel a chill run down your spine. "I gotta go, honey," you tell Wanda. "Harper needs me. I'll see you in a little bit."

"Okay, bye, y/n," Wanda says, her voice filled with concern at the abrupt departure.

"Bye," you say, ending the call and rushing back inside the shop to face whatever danger might be lurking there.

As you scanned the shop, you noticed a man standing near the candy with his back to you. He wore a black leather jacket, gloves, and a black baseball cap. You felt a little uneasy and were just about to call Wanda back to ask for help when he turned toward you. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, but you immediately recognized the familiar face and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, for God’s sake! It’s okay, Harper,” you called out. “I know him. Bucky, what are you doing here?”

“Oh hey, y/n! Is this your shop? I didn’t realize...”

“Buck, what’s going on? Did Wanda send you down here? I was just on the phone with her. She sounded fine,” weaving through the rows of candy.

“Dear God, no,” Bucky said. “She has no idea I’m here. But you should’ve seen her during the team meeting this morning, y/n. So distracted with worry over you going back to work. I wanted to ease her mind a bit.”

“That’s very sweet, Bucky,” you said, patting him on the back. “As you can see, I’m fine.”

He nodded in agreement and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“You know, for an Avenger, I was expecting a more covert disguise,” you said with a smirk as you wiggled the bill of his hat. “Isn’t Tony in charge of ensuring you guys are badass in style?”

“I would rather take a bite out of brick than wear a superhero costume,” he chuckled.

You looked over your shoulder to see your best friend watching you with a look of confusion on her face.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Harper. You scared the crap out of her.”

“Oh, no. That’s okay. I should be getting back to work,” Bucky said, pointing towards the door.

“I thought this was work?” You asked

“More like freelancing,” he replied .

“Hmm, I see… You want some ice cream?” you asked, gesturing towards the ice cream display.

Bucky peered over your shoulder at the menu on the wall. “Do you have Pistachio?”

“I think I can scare up some Pistachio,” you giggled.

*^~^*

After a long day at work, Wanda showed up to pick you up and drove you back to the compound. Despite your insistence that you could call for a ride, she was determined to take you home. As you got into her car, you expressed gratitude and apologized for the inconvenience.

"Where are Billy and Tommy?" you asked. 

Wanda smiled and replied, "They're at the compound playing with Morgan. If you're up for it, I'd love to introduce you to them tonight. I know you've had a long day back, and it's a school night, so we won't stay long," she reassured you, "but I would love for them to meet the woman who's making me so happy."

As you listened to Wanda speak, you felt a lump form in your throat and had to look away for a moment to compose yourself. You had longed for the day when Wanda would feel comfortable enough to introduce you to her sons, but you didn't want to push things too fast. You knew that they had already gone through so much pain and heartache in Westview after losing their father, and you didn't want to disrupt the new life that Wanda had worked so hard to build for them as a family of three. Despite your desires, you respected Wanda's boundaries and tried to be patient, hoping that one day, she would feel ready to take that step with you.

“Nothing would make me happier, Wanda,” you said.

*^~^*

As you stepped out of the elevator and into the common area, you were greeted by the comforting aroma of food cooking. You spotted Maria and Natasha moving about the kitchen, preparing dinner. The sound of sizzling and chopping filled the air, making your stomach growl with hunger. 

Maria noticed your arrival and greeted you, "Hey, y/n! How was your first day back at work?"

You placed your messenger bag on the counter and took a seat on the island, feeling the tiredness from the day setting in. "It was terrific," you replied, "I'm tired, but it's the good kind of tired. A successful day at the Candy Bar," you said.

Just then, Yelena walked into the kitchen with a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass. "Ah, perfect timing! The candy maker is home," she exclaimed.

Yelena explained that it was a team tradition to mark the occasion of someone recovering from an injury and returning to the field with a celebratory shot. Natasha quickly dismissed her sister's intention, saying that you didn't have to do it if you didn't want to.

But you liked the sound of it and picked up the glass, gesturing to Wanda. "To life," you said with a wink before downing the shot in one go.

Impressed, Yelena complimented you, "Congratulations, y/n. We're glad to have you here," patting you on the back as Wanda kissed you.

As you were chatting with Wanda, suddenly, you heard a commotion down the hall, and the next thing you knew, Morgan, Billy, and Tommy came running through the room.

“Careful!” Nat shouted as Tommy super-sped around the sofa.

“These must be the guests of honor,” you whispered to the redhead next to you. She just chuckled at your statement.

“Boys, could you come here for a moment?” Wanda asked. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

The two sons stopped at their mom’s voice and approached you.

“Boys, I’d like you to meet y/n. Y/N, this is Billy and Tommy,” Wanda gestured to each of her sons.

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about both of you from your mom. It’s nice to meet you!” You said, shaking both of their hands.

“Hi,” they both said, a bit shyly.

“Remember the special candy bags you two got for birthdays?” Wanda said. “It was from y/n’s shop, The Candy Bar.”

“Wow, you own a candy shop? That’s so cool! So you get to eat candy all day?” Billy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“I did for the first couple of weeks after I opened the shop,” you explained, “but I always had a nasty stomachache.”

“Did you bring any candy with you?” Tommy asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Tommy,” Wanda scolded.

“No, that’s alright. Hmmm,” you rubbed your hands together. “I think I might have something,” you said, reaching behind Tommy’s ear and pulling out a chocolate gold coin.

“Woah, cool!” Tommy exclaimed.

“I think you may have one back here as well,” you smirked, reaching behind Billy’s ear and pulling out another coin. “Oh, look at that, I was right!”

“Awesome!” Billy said.

“What do you say, boys?” Wanda reminded them.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

“Yeah, thank you, Y/N!”

“You're welcome, guys.”

“Can we go back to playing now, Mom?” Billy asked.

“You may,” Wanda smiled.

“Oh, and Morgan, come here for a second,” kneeling to the little Stark’s level. “Ah, there we go!” Reaching behind the girl’s ear and pulling out another gold coin.

“Thank you, Y/N!” Morgan gasped with joy.

“You’re welcome, honey,” you said, wrapping her in a hug.

All three kids ran off happily back toward Morgan’s room.

“That was a surprise,” Wanda said. “Since when are you a magician?”

“You don’t know everything about me yet,” you smirked, repeating the exact words she said on your first date. “It’s part of the magic that is me.”

“Ah, I see,” Wanda said, wrapping her arms lovingly around your neck. “Well, I can’t wait to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.”

“I’m just getting started,” you winked, feeling a rush of affection for the redhead.

*^~^*

The day had been long and tiring, and you were looking forward to movie night with the rest of the team. After saying goodnight to Wanda and the boys, you joined the others in the living room, where they were bickering over which movie to watch. Kate and Clint couldn't agree on the genre, but eventually, they settled on an action movie that you weren't particularly interested in. You found a comfortable spot on the end of the sofa and snuggled up in your favorite fluffy blanket.

Tony was sitting next to you, reading the newspaper, one of the many things that intrigued you about him. The entire compound was futuristic and filled with state-of-the-art technology, but Tony still enjoyed the simplicity and controversy of the printed word.

As you watched the movie, a name on the newspaper's front page caught your eye. You asked Tony if you could see the paper, and he handed it to you. The headline read,

"Onyx Petroleum Company seeks permission to drill on remnant Sokovian soil. Y/F/N Y/L/N, Y/M/N Y/L/N to meet with Slovakia and the Czech Republic.

Your heart sank as you read those words. No matter how far you ran, your parents always found a way to return to your life in the most unexpected and disastrous ways. You tossed the paper aside, feeling troubled and uneasy.

"Excuse me, everyone," you said, standing up. "It's been a long day, and I'm pretty tired. I think I'll call it a night. Goodnight, all."

You walked towards your room, feeling the weight of the news on your shoulders. Tony was the only one who noticed the troubled look on your face. He picked up the newspaper and read the headline. His heart sank, and his blood boiled. Without saying a word, he got up and followed you to your room, determined to help however he could.

[keithsandwich]

More Than That

Pairing: Keith/OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Rating: Mature

Tags: Modern AU, Pre-Relationship, Pining, Massage, Accidental Boner, Love Confessions, Nudity, Dorks in Love, Fluff, Kiss.

Summary: Keith finds himself ready to get a massage, but the massage therapist is the woman he has feelings about.

Notes: Based on this post. No beta, so please, be nice! If you see any errors, let me know!

He opened his eyes to see a white wooden ceiling with a basket pendant light. The light was off. There was no need for it when the sun shined brightly through the open window. Sunbeams hit the little prisms hanging next to the flowy curtains, casting little particles of rainbow around the room. And the room, as it slowly unfolded to his perception, was a very simple and small one, with a light-colored tapestry hanging from the wall across the window. There was a vintage counter with many drawers. Above it were some little amber glass bottles, plants, candles, and sticks of incense burning — their smoke spiraling beautifully in the air and spreading a sandalwood and jasmine scent. The sound of a gentle running water complemented the scenery nicely.

Keith was so relaxed laying down in the middle of the room that he felt like he had woken up to a dream. 

A door opened and closed behind his head, and another mix of aromas joined the already delicious scent symphony. Bergamot, rosemary and basil in a coconut base. It was cozy. Before Keith could close his eyes and let himself sink in that comfort, a soft, hushed voice made his eyes snap open and his heart race inside his chest.

“Told you I wouldn't take long.”

Maeve appeared in his field of vision, beaming brighter than the sun and holding a small pottery bowl. She walked across the room, and as Keith followed her with his gaze, a sudden realization made his breathing falter and the palms of his hands sweat coldly.

He was naked.

Well, almost. There was a towel wrapped around his hips, and he prayed he was wearing his boxers underneath it. He wished he could check, but that would be too weird. Now that his other self had got him into that situation, Keith had to go along with it somehow. 

He tried to rationalize it. Maeve offered massage therapy along with other forms of natural healing in her studio. He was most likely in a room at the back, ready to receive one after he scheduled it behind his back. He probably knew Keith would have a panic attack about it, and was enjoying watching the whole situation.

His chest was moving erratically and tensely as he struggled to breathe, knowing that the woman he had been daydreaming about was getting ready to touch his body with her bare hands. 

“You know, being so tense is a little counterproductive here,” Maeve said with a soft laugh while tying her hair up in a messy bun. “Relax. I promise I won't hurt you.”

“I-I’m so sorry, I… I've never had a massage before…” he lied. Keith had had massages before when he suffered a muscle strain. It was very different then, however. Not being in love with the massage therapist made the whole experience much easier.

“First of all, you have to breathe.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath herself, moving her hands up and down in front of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled. Maeve looked so cute he simply couldn't close his eyes and mimic her. Keith had to watch her soft movements, her pursed lips, her kindness overflowing in every gesture. 

It was almost unbearable. He wished he could run away so he didn't have to hide how much he wanted to kiss her.

“Are you feeling better now? Or do you need a few more minutes?” 

Maeve had grinned beautifully when she opened her eyes. There was no way Keith would ever be ready for this, but he knew he would be wasting her time if he kept stalling her. Maybe closing his eyes and breathing could indeed be helpful.

“I'm sorry I'm taking so much of your time. Go ahead, I… I think I can relax more during the massage, I mean… that's part of the benefits, right?”

Keith laid his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. He could still feel the warmth of her smile in her voice.

“You'll see there's nothing to be scared of. Soon you're gonna get all comfy, I'm sure of it,” Maeve sounded quieter and quieter as she spoke, until her voice vanished and only the running water remained. 

She touched his right foot first, delicately, but not so light it would tickle him. Still, he shivered. It was her touch, after all, spreading that fragrant oil on his skin and working on it with undivided attention. Maeve applied the right amount of pressure on the sole and made circular motions on each toe. Keith bit the inside of his cheek to try to prevent any weird sound from coming out. 

There should be a way to go through it without doing anything inappropriate. Maeve was a professional massage therapist, touching him professionally. No matter how he felt about her, his first priority was to respect her. 

Maeve… a profissional. 

Maybe he should focus only on the later part. With closed eyes, Keith could pretend it was someone else giving him a massage, anyone else. Just a… random therapist.

A therapist that didn't have the best smile, one that highlighted the cute little freckles spreaded all over their cheeks and their nose. A smile that reached gorgeous green eyes; eyes that mesmerized him. Eyes that made him captive, and Keith had to watch himself not to stare at them for too long.

But when he did, Maeve would giggle, blush, tug her hair behind her ear and look away with that smile on her face.

No, she wasn't the person who was now massaging his calves with firm, yet delicate hands, no. He tried to visualize again that faceless therapist. A person without a name that tasted so sweet on his tongue whenever he said it out loud. Maeve, Mae, may I make you mine? Mine, mine, my, Maeve. 

His cheeks tingled and burned. He felt so pathetic.

Keith took a deep breath and tried to concentrate again.

Those hands sliding up to his thighs belonged to someone else. Someone whose hair didn't smell like a mix of tropical, aphrodisiac flowers. That scent that whenever blew his way aroused instincts Keith wasn't even aware he had within himself. His body would tremble as he struggled to control the need to take each lock of Maeve's hair, each braid, and devotedly kiss it. He would press his lips together while resisting the urge to pull her silky strands aside and nuzzle against the back of her neck, where that scent was probably stronger.

And he would almost cry when thinking of it alone, yearning to discover what other aromas were hidden in Maeve’s body.

Keith felt the touch going up towards his covered hips, fingers that would slip underneath the towel, but graciously turn around his hip bones and make their way down without the slightest of the brushes against his… pelvis. He clenched his fists; wishes too dirty to admit filling his mind. 

Once, when they were working together in his lab after hours, they accidentally bumped into each other. Maeve had been washing some beakers when Keith tried to reach for a flask on the shelf above the sink, being careful not to touch her. “Excuse me,” he had murmured softly, keeping a safe distance while stretching his arms out over her. She was so small next to him, it shouldn't be a problem. Still, he had to stand on his tiptoes to get the flask he wanted while maintaining the space between them. That's when Maeve turned around unexpectedly, as if she hadn't heard or felt his presence behind her, causing him to lose his balance. Keith was able to hold the edge of the sink in time to prevent a fall, but in this, he ended up pressing her body against his for a brief, shocked moment, when they looked at each other's eyes awkwardly before he moved away, apologizing like never before.

Those few seconds were enough to etch the memory of her frame on his flesh. Her heat, her breath, all the curves and soft parts. The way her lips parted only slightly, as if she was about to say something. Keith could have so easily slid his tongue between them, claimed her taste, and made Maeve his. But it only happened in his fantasies later while remembering this moment, again and again. Each time making him feel dirtier, more perverted, more unworthy of her trust.

And it was very, very inconvenient remembering all of this now, as her hands were on his body. Except… they weren't.

Keith almost froze in fear, but he had to open his eyes to see what happened. And when he did, he found Maeve staring at the towel on his hips. And the towel on his hips had that shameful, disgusting, completely inappropriate volume he tried so hard to avoid, but his mind tricked him. She suddenly moved her startled gaze from that part to his eyes, her cheeks bright red. 

“I'm sorry!” they said in unison. 

Keith sat straight so quickly he felt dizzy, and Maeve shook her head and touched his shoulders, intending to make him lay back down again on the massage table.

“Maeve, I'm so sorry, this is so disrespectful of me to… to… you know, ah,” he babbled. His mind was so hazy he had to rub his temples to try to think straight. His stomach was churning. “You must think I'm a creep, but I didn't mean… it… I don't want anything weird, I just…”

“Keith…” Maeve said his name patiently a few times until he finally let her talk. And she did, still holding his shoulders and looking into his eyes so sweetly it only made everything worse. “Relax, this is normal. This is absolutely normal, you don't have to feel so bad about it. It's just a physiological reaction, you know that, don't you?” She smiled reassuringly and slowly moved towards the door, making soothing hand gestures. “Try to breathe, I'm gonna bring you a glass of water. Hold on. Don't go anywhere.”

Maeve left the room gesturing the whole time. Keith could tell she was worried about him. She was way too good to him, much more than he deserved. His chest was hurting with guilt. He knew the right thing to do was to get away from her, don't contact her again until those feelings vanished and he was able to behave appropriately with her — like a friend. Just a friend.

Or not. Maybe never seeing her again was the only option. Keith would never be able to be just friends with her, and Maeve deserved so much more than a failure like him in her life.

He sighed heavily and lifted up the towel to check the situation down there. Boxers on, excitement down. Feeling gloomy like that was useful for at least one thing. 

“Here we go!” Maeve got back with a glass of water and her typical warm smile gracing her face. Keith accepted the glass without thinking while she leaned against the counter in front of him. “Are you feeling better now? Just say the word and we'll continue.”

“Maeve… Sorry, I don't think I can,” he said, looking down at the water. “I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I did something unforgivable. You shouldn't be so nice to me, that… That wasn't just a physiological reaction,” Keith admitted. He had to. He should do at least one right thing to her. 

“What do you mean?” Her smile was fading, but it was still there, weak and confused. “You didn't do anything wrong, it was just your body, that's okay…”

“It's not just my body.” Keith felt his throat getting dry, so he took a sip of water. He could feel her puzzled stare on him, but needed that moment before continuing. “Mae… sorry, Maeve. I can't get a massage from you because I want you. I have feelings… For you.”

“Keith…” She placed her hands over his that were still around the glass. He looked at the delicate fingers she must've washed to take out the excess of oil before pouring him water, but they were still soft and fragrant, and they enveloped him in warmth. He didn't know why she was touching him like this, not after his confession. “Do you know why I've apologized to you too?” Keith couldn't remember her apologizing, all he thought about was his own shame. Her face flushed and she continued before he could express his confusion. “Because I was staring at you inappropriately. I… I have been interested in you for a long time now, but I thought…”

“Interested in me?” he interrupted her, making Maeve look at him with eyes that begged him not to make her explain any further. “It’s just… You know that I'm a loser…”

It was her time to interrupt him, but not with words. Maeve leaned forward and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips. Keith could feel the softness of her mouth, the closeness of her gesture as she pressed her nose against his cheek, and her eyelashes fluttering ever-so-slightly as she closed her eyes. The air coming out of her lungs gently filled his own. It made his heart race madly, coursing so much life through his veins he could just burst in joy. He smiled. The tension left his body and he tilted his head towards her kiss with a need that was much sweeter than the ravenous desires he had for her.

For Maeve deserved nothing but sweetness. Even if she wanted him too, he would do it the right way, accepting the love she was giving without being greedy. Keith could only be grateful. The most beautiful woman in the world had just kissed him.

It felt like paradise.

Maeve looked into his eyes after pulling back from the kiss and then lowered her stare sheepishly. She took the cup of glass from his hands and put it on the counter slowly, as if she was still in a daze herself. 

“I think you're right, I can't give you a massage right now, it wouldn't be profissional of me,” Maeve said with a small laugh. Keith couldn't stop smiling, even if he tried. Taking all the steps that would hopefully lead them to share a real intimacy would be better than pretending he was just a patient, and she was just a massage therapist. They were more than that. She had just confirmed it, and he hadn't felt that happy in a long, long time. “I'm gonna brew us some tea while you dress. We can… Just sit down and have some tea together.” 

“We can…” he echoed her words, too enthralled with what just happened that he couldn't say anything else. Keith couldn't even move for a moment after she left the room to give him privacy to dress. The scent of the oil they shared, the touch of her hands and lips, her breath, her care — it all lingered and embraced him in a way that left him full of love and frightened at the same time. What if it all went away the moment he left the room?

What if Maeve changed her mind?

Maybe being in love was a pleasure and an agony, but this is where he was right now. And Keith would not run away.

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Tag list: @bicayaya @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady

[lifeofpriya]

Horror movie and cuddling prompt with Matteo

omg, i'm so sorry this took a little longer than expected! i hope the vision was there 🥺🫶🏼

Horror Night of Fun

wc: 2.1k

"Why don't we do something to ease your mind from the injury?" You suggest to Matteo as you both sit on the plush couch in your shared living room, surrounded by the aroma of the lasagna he had prepared earlier, the cheese still warm and inviting. The TV flickers, casting shadows across the walls, hinting at the horror movie marathon you'd planned for the evening.

Matteo looks at you with a hint of a smile, his brown eyes reflecting the glow of the screen. "Yeah, sounds good," he agrees, his deep voice rumbling with a sigh of relief. The past few weeks of intense training and physical therapy have left him drained, and you know he's been eager to escape into a world of fiction.

You both pick out your favorite horror flicks, a mix of classics and new releases. The popcorn is popped, the lights dimmed, and the curtains drawn to create the perfect ambiance. As the first movie starts, you feel a sense of excitement and comfort intertwine, the kind that only comes from sharing a simple, yet intimate, moment like this with someone you care about deeply.

Matteo's strong arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart. The sound of his breathing is a soothing rhythm against the backdrop of the horror movie's suspenseful score. The first jump scare makes you both jump in sync, and you can't help but laugh as you bury your face into his chest. His chuckle vibrates through you, his hand gently stroking your hair.

The evening progresses with screams and gasps, the popcorn slowly diminishing as you both become more engrossed in the macabre tales unfolding before you. Matteo winces at particularly gruesome scenes, his grip tightening around you, while you watch with a mix of fascination and fear. You find yourself looking at the doorways and dark corners of the room more often than the screen, the adrenaline from the movies making you jumpy.

As the third film begins, the atmosphere shifts, the tension on the screen bleeding into the quiet moments between scenes. The air is thick with anticipation, and you notice the way Matteo's hand moves from your shoulder to clasp yours, his thumb tracing comforting circles on your skin. You squeeze back, offering silent support as the horror crescendos.

The popcorn bowl sits forgotten between you, a few unpopped kernels scattered on the floor, crunching softly underfoot as you both get up for a bathroom break. In the hallway, you catch sight of the full moon casting eerie shadows through the window. You shiver, the coolness of the hardwood floor against your bare feet a stark contrast to the warmth of Matteo's touch.

When you return, the couch seems to have shifted, the cushions now slightly askew. You sit back down, closer to him this time, and he doesn't miss a beat, his arm wrapping around you again. The next movie is a psychological horror, the kind that gets under your skin and leaves you questioning reality. You watch as the characters make poor decisions, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten with each twist.

Matteo's hand moves from yours to rest on your thigh, his thumb idly drawing patterns. You look over and see his gaze is glued to the screen, but his posture has changed, his shoulders slightly more tense than before. You wonder if he's as affected by the film as you are. The silence in the room is only broken by the occasional rustle of the bowl or a muffled scream from the TV.

As the tension in the movie reaches its peak, you feel Matteo's heart racing, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your cheek. You look up to find his eyes wide, pupils dilated, and a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. You can't help but smile at his vulnerability in the face of fictional horrors.

The film ends with a chilling finale, and you both let out a collective sigh, the silence now feeling eerie rather than comforting. You sit there for a moment, the adrenaline still pulsing through your veins, and then decide to break the spell with a change of topic. "You know, I've always wondered how you deal with the pressure on the court," you say, shifting to face him. "It's like a real-life horror sometimes, isn't it?"

Matteo nods, his expression thoughtful. "It's all about controlling your fear," he explains, his voice a little too serious for the casual question. "You have to channel it, use it to stay sharp. But it's nothing compared to what you see in these movies." He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes still reflecting the flickering TV light.

You lean in closer, your curiosity piqued. "But what if it were real?" you ask, your voice a playful whisper. "Could you survive a horror movie scenario?"

Matteo considers your question for a moment, his gaze drifting to the TV screen where the end credits are rolling. "I'd like to think so," he says, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I mean, I can handle high-pressure situations pretty well."

You laugh, the sound a little too loud in the quiet room. "Yeah, but could you outsmart a serial killer?" You tease, poking him in the ribs.

Matteo's smirk turns into a grin, his eyes lighting up with the challenge. "Well, I've had to outthink my opponents plenty of times," he counters, gently poking back. "And let's not forget my quick reflexes. I'd make a pretty good final girl."

The comment hangs in the air, and you can't help but laugh, the tension from the films dissipating slightly. You grab the bowl of popcorn, now mostly empty, and toss it onto the coffee table. "Alright, Mr. Berrettini, let's put those skills to the test." You stand up and make your way to the kitchen, the sound of your bare feet echoing through the hallway. "How about we play a game?"

Matteo follows you, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of game?"

"A survival horror game," you reply over your shoulder, your grin mischievous. "I'll set up some obstacles, and you'll have to make your way through them without getting caught."

Matteo's eyes spark with excitement as he nods eagerly. "I'm in," he says, his competitive spirit clearly ignited.

You set to work, turning the living room into a mini horror maze. You grab the couch cushions and arrange them into a labyrinth, strategically placing lamps and chairs to create shadowy hiding spots. The curtains are drawn tighter, allowing only slivers of moonlight to seep through. You grab a flashlight from the drawer, flicking it on and off to add an air of suspense.

Matteo watches with amusement, his tall frame hunched slightly as he navigates through the makeshift obstacle course. His athleticism is evident even in the playful stalk of a predator, his muscles rippling beneath his t-shirt with each calculated step.

"Alright," you announce, your eyes gleaming with excitement. "You start in the kitchen, and I'll be the monster." You position yourself in the corner of the living room, the shadows enveloping you. "The goal is to reach the bedroom without me catching you. Ready?"

Matteo nods, a glint of determination in his eyes. He takes a deep breath and sprints into the dark hallway, the flashlight beam bobbing wildly as he weaves through the obstacles. You follow, moving with a silent grace that belies your usual clumsiness. The game is on.

The sound of your heart pounding in your ears mingles with the distant thud of his footsteps. You listen closely, trying to predict his movements. The flashlight beam sweeps past the couch, illuminating the floor briefly before disappearing again. You hold your breath, pressing yourself against the wall, your pulse racing.

Matteo's steps falter, and you know he's heard you. You can almost feel his eyes searching for you, so you slide into the next hiding spot, your heart racing. The shadows play tricks on you, making it hard to tell if he's closer or farther away. The tension in the room is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.

You wait, your breath shallow and quick, listening for any clue to his whereabouts. Suddenly, the beam of light passes over you, and you freeze, holding your breath. For a moment, you think you've been discovered, but then he moves on, the light continuing its erratic dance across the floor. You exhale slowly, a silent laugh bubbling up in your chest.

You decide to make your move, slinking through the shadows towards the bedroom. Your bare feet are silent on the cold floor, your eyes adjusted to the darkness. The flashlight beam sweeps the room in a pattern that's becoming predictable. You time your steps with his movements, using the brief moments of darkness to dart between obstacles.

As you near the bedroom door, you hear the creak of the floorboards. Matteo's turned the corner and is approaching. You dive behind the armchair, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. The flashlight beam passes over you, so close you can feel the heat. He's just a few steps away, his heavy breathing audible in the taut silence.

You wait, counting the seconds, your eyes fixed on the sliver of light under the door. The beam of light lingers for a moment before retreating, and you know he's moving away. This is your chance. With the grace of a cat, you slip from your hiding spot and sprint towards the bedroom, the darkness swallowing you whole. You can almost feel the rush of air as the beam of light sweeps back towards you, but you're too quick.

As your hand reaches for the doorknob, a floorboard squeaks beneath your weight. You freeze, holding your breath, waiting for the inevitable. But the light doesn't return; the footsteps don't come closer. You exhale slowly, turning the knob with trembling hands. The door opens a crack, and you peer through, the moonlight from the open window casting a blue hue across the room.

You tiptoe in, the game now more thrilling than any of the movies you've watched tonight. The bedroom is a minefield of potential hiding spots, and you weave through the darkness, feeling your way to the bed. You can hear the soft thud of Matteo's footsteps growing distant, and you know you're almost there.

Suddenly, the flashlight beam pierces the darkness, and you dive behind the bed. The light sweeps over the room, casting eerie shadows on the wallpaper. You hold your breath as the beam lingers on the bed for a second, expecting the mattress to depress at any moment. But the light moves on, and you let out a silent sigh of relief.

Matteo's footsteps are closer now, his heavy breathing a constant reminder that the game isn't over. You peek over the bed, watching as he checks the closet and under the bed, his face a mask of concentration. The sight of his muscular build and intense focus sends a thrill through you, blurring the lines between the game and reality.

"Got you!" You giggled as you jumped from behind the bed, throwing a pillow at Matteo. He yelped, dropping the flashlight in surprise, the room plunging back into darkness.

Matteo's hand shot out, catching the pillow mid-air, and in one swift move, he tossed it aside and grabbed you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck as he whispered, "You're not getting away that easily!" His laughter rumbled through his chest, the sound sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

You struggled playfully in his arms, your giggles bouncing off the walls. "Let me go, you big scaredy-cat!" you exclaimed, trying to wriggle free. His grip tightened, and he swung you around, spinning you in a dizzying circle before finally setting you down. The room spun for a moment, and you had to lean against the bed to steady yourself, a smile playing on your lips.

The flashlight rolled away, the beam casting erratic shadows on the ceiling. The game was forgotten, the line between horror and reality blurred by the exhilaration of the chase. In the dim light, you could see the glint of excitement in Matteo's eyes, the same look he got during a tight match. His hand found yours, his fingers warm and reassuring.

"Maybe we should call it a draw," he suggested, his breath warm against your ear. You nodded, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. "Or maybe we should just enjoy the victory," he murmured, pulling you closer.

You turned to face him, the moonlight now the only source of illumination in the room. His eyes searched yours, the playfulness of the game giving way to something more profound. He leaned in, and you could feel the anticipation of his kiss. His lips met yours, soft yet insistent, the taste of the salty popcorn lingering.

[theconnectiongarden]

Create the Perfect Valentine's Evening at Home: A Comprehensive Guide

Hello, everyone! Valentine's Day is a celebration of love and affection, and what better way to cherish these moments than in the comfort of your home. This guide will walk you through creating an unforgettable Valentine's evening at home, filled with romance, laughter, and love. Sometimes, the most romantic moments happen right where you feel most comfortable. Let's dive into some sweet and simple ideas to make your Valentine's celebration at home unforgettable.

Setting the Mood

Selecting the Perfect Music

Begin your evening by setting a romantic tone with music. A carefully curated playlist, featuring songs that hold special meaning for both of you, can evoke cherished memories and create a tender atmosphere.

Lighting to Create Ambiance

Lighting plays a crucial role in creating the right ambiance. Soft, dim lighting or the warm glow of candles can transform your home into a cozy, romantic retreat, perfect for a Valentine's Day celebration.

Dinner for Two

Choosing a Romantic Menu

Dinner is often the highlight of Valentine's Day. Choose dishes that resonate with your love story, perhaps a meal from your first date or a cuisine you both adore. The key is to select recipes that are both indulgent and easy to prepare together, adding an element of fun and teamwork to your evening.

Wine Pairing Suggestions

Add the perfect wine to your meal to make it even better. Choose a strong red wine for a big meal, or a light white wine for something lighter. The right wine can make your food taste better and give your dinner a fancy touch.

Decorating Your Space

Floral Arrangements

Decorations set the stage for your evening. Start with floral arrangements; roses are traditional, but feel free to choose blooms that are significant to your relationship. The fragrance and beauty of fresh flowers can instantly uplift the mood.

Personal Touches

Personalize your space with elements that reflect your journey as a couple. Displaying photos from memorable moments, or creating a small altar with mementos of your relationship, can make the evening feel uniquely tailored to your love story.

Activities for the Evening

Romantic Movie Selections

Plan to watch a romantic movie that resonates with your relationship. Whether it's a classic love story or a film you both enjoy, cuddling up with a movie is a great way to unwind and connect.

Couples Games and Entertainment

Engage in light-hearted couples games or activities. This could be anything from a card game that sparks conversation to a DIY project that you can both contribute to. The idea is to create joyful memories and share laughs. Feel free to incorporate LoveQuest our pack of Romantic Scavenger Hunt Cards for a playful and romantic game.

Creating a Memorable Atmosphere

Aroma and Scent

Introduce elements that appeal to the senses. Aromatic candles or essential oils can fill your home with a soothing fragrance, enhancing the romantic setting.

Comfort and Coziness

Ensure your environment is comfortable. Cozy seating, plush cushions, and soft blankets can create a snuggly, inviting atmosphere where you can relax and enjoy each other's company.

Special Gifts

Exchange gifts that are thoughtful and reflect your understanding of one another. These don't have to be expensive; often, a handwritten letter or a DIY gift can be more meaningful than something store-bought.

Capturing the Moment

Remember to capture moments from the evening. Take photos, or even better, keep a journal entry to remember this special home celebration. These memories will be a treasure in years to come.

The Art of Conversation

Dedicate time to meaningful conversation. Discuss your dreams, share your fears, and reflect on your journey together. This deep communication can strengthen your bond and add depth to your relationship. Use our Couples & Relationship Therapy Workbook as a guide to explore topics like empathy, understanding, and reigniting the flames of love.

Dessert and Relaxation

Conclude your dinner with a delightful dessert, followed by relaxation. End the night with a relaxing bubble bath. Light some candles and enjoy a peaceful moment together.

The Element of Surprise

Incorporate small surprises throughout the evening. An unexpected note, a special dessert, or a spontaneous dance can add elements of fun and surprise, keeping the evening exciting.

Planning Ahead

A stress-free evening requires planning. Prepare as much as you can in advance so that you can focus on enjoying the time with your partner rather than worrying about logistics.

Reflecting on Love and Relationships

Take a moment to reflect on the significance of Valentine’s Day and your relationship. Appreciate the growth you’ve experienced as a couple and the love that has deepened over time.

Final Thoughts

This Valentine's Day, remember that the magic of the evening comes from the connection you share with your partner, not just the activities or setting. It's about celebrating your unique love story in a way that feels right for both of you. Whether it's through heartfelt conversations, shared laughter over a home-cooked meal, or simply enjoying each other's company in your own special way, the day is a wonderful opportunity to deepen your bond and create lasting memories. Cherish these moments, for they are the true essence of Valentine's Day.

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[sincerelywhistler]

Lavender

A dash of Imperium!David/Asher sadness for you, because as much as I want to make their world a better place for each of them, I like to rub salt in my own wounds for funsies.

Pro-tip: aroma therapy doesn’t count as actual therapy therapy. Sorry, Ash :(

(Inspired by the song “Haven” by Novo Amor from Life is Strange)

CWs include: Imperium, Grief/mourning, Reminiscing flashbacks, Asher basically has a breakdown in the bathtub, talk about death and the like, non-sexual emotional intimacy, this poor wolf is so touch starved

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Also! I promise I’ll get an Ao3 fic masterlist thrown together and pinned shortly :)

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"Beat Your Mental Health Goals using Creative Therapies."

It requires both, the Therapist and the Client’s co-operation and proaction. In that sense, it is different from sound healing. It is our #1 and best-selling service. Art therapy method allows expression, and facilitates the processing of difficult and traumatic experiences. Such type of creative expressive thearpy helps a person to deal with their medical trauma. Dance & movement therapy works best in groups, therefore improving interpersonal relationships and sense of belongingness. Clinical tarot therapy is a client-centred and non-directive approach, available only in private for personal and interpersonal issues. Tarot Therapy heightens awareness, improves decision making and assists emotional processing. Aroma therapy Works best when coupled with psychotherapeutic methods. Yoga coupled with counseling techniques helps in anxiety management and builds self-esteem. Pranic healing is the ‘no-touch’ healing system, based on the principle that the body has the ability to heal itself. Anxiety & depression support group is a safe and non-judgemental space to express the difficulties of living with anxiety, depression and suicidal thoughts. Join this group to share, support another, and for emotional wellbeing. The Trauma support group is a secure and conscious space, that acknowledges and works through trauma responses. Open for men and women. LGBTQ support group deals with the challenges that are specific to this community for the promotion of mental wellness and a sense of belongingness.

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The Healing Rhythms of Panchakarma: A Journey Through Traditional Purification

In the vast landscape of traditional healing systems, Panchakarma emerges as a beacon of profound therapeutic wisdom, offering a systematic approach to health restoration that has withstood the test of time. This ancient Ayurvedic purification process represents more than just a series of treatments; it embodies a deep understanding of the body's natural healing rhythms and its innate capacity for self-renewal. As modern healthcare continues to evolve, the timeless principles of Panchakarma provide valuable insights into the nature of healing and the importance of supporting the body's natural detoxification processes. Leading wellness destinations such as Ayurvie Weligama have become guardians of this ancient wisdom, offering authentic Panchakarma treatments in environments that honor both tradition and modern comfort.

The journey through Panchakarma begins with a fundamental recognition of the body's biorhythms and their influence on health and healing. Ayurvedic practitioners understand that these natural cycles play a crucial role in determining the timing and sequence of various therapeutic interventions. At specialized centers like Ayurvie Weligama, treatments are carefully scheduled to align with these natural rhythms, maximizing their therapeutic impact while minimizing any potential discomfort. This attention to timing extends beyond the daily schedule to encompass seasonal considerations and individual circadian patterns, creating a truly personalized healing experience.

The therapeutic approach in Panchakarma represents a masterful understanding of the body's various tissue systems and their interconnected nature. The treatment sequence typically begins with external therapies that prepare the superficial tissues before progressing to deeper levels of purification. This graduated approach allows for gentle yet thorough cleansing of all tissue layers, from the skin and muscles to the deeper organs and nervous system. Each stage of treatment builds upon the previous ones, creating a cumulative effect that supports comprehensive detoxification and rejuvenation.

One of the most fascinating aspects of Panchakarma is its recognition of the mind-body connection in the healing process. The treatment protocols acknowledge that physical purification must be accompanied by mental and emotional cleansing for true healing to occur. This understanding is reflected in the careful attention paid to creating a supportive healing environment that promotes mental relaxation and emotional balance. The use of specific aromas, sounds, and therapeutic touch helps to calm the nervous system and create an optimal state for healing. This holistic approach distinguishes Panchakarma from more mechanistic forms of treatment that focus solely on physical symptoms.

The role of stress reduction in Panchakarma cannot be overstated. Modern research has demonstrated the profound impact of chronic stress on health, and Panchakarma addresses this through various therapeutic interventions that help to regulate the stress response system. The combination of massage, steam therapy, and other relaxation techniques helps to reduce cortisol levels and promote the activation of the parasympathetic nervous system, often referred to as the "rest and digest" mode. This stress-reducing effect contributes significantly to the overall healing benefits of the treatment.

An essential component of Panchakarma is its emphasis on digestive health as a cornerstone of overall wellbeing. The treatment recognizes that proper digestion and metabolism are crucial for maintaining health and preventing disease. Through specific dietary protocols and therapeutic procedures, Panchakarma works to enhance digestive capacity and improve the absorption of nutrients while supporting the elimination of waste products. This focus on digestive health aligns with modern research highlighting the importance of gut health in various aspects of physical and mental wellbeing.

The principles of cellular regeneration and tissue repair are deeply embedded in the Panchakarma protocol. The treatment's various components work synergistically to create an optimal environment for cellular renewal and repair. The use of medicated oils and herbal preparations helps to nourish the tissues while supporting their natural regenerative processes. This aspect of the treatment is particularly relevant in today's context, where environmental toxins and lifestyle factors can significantly impact cellular health and function.

Looking at Panchakarma through the lens of modern science reveals numerous parallels with contemporary understanding of human physiology and biochemistry. The treatment's emphasis on removing accumulated toxins aligns with our current knowledge of environmental pollutants and their impact on health. Similarly, the importance placed on proper circulation and lymphatic drainage reflects modern understanding of these systems' roles in maintaining health and preventing disease. This convergence of ancient wisdom and modern science helps to validate the therapeutic principles of Panchakarma while suggesting new areas for research and investigation.

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Best Spa in Jayanagar: Unwind with Premium Services at Indriya Wellness

Looking for the best spa in Jayanagar to unwind and rejuvenate? Welcome to Indriya Wellness, your sanctuary of calm in the bustling heart of Bangalore. Whether you’re craving a relaxing escape from a hectic schedule or seeking relief from everyday stress, we offer premium services tailored to your wellness needs. Our extensive range of therapies, including the popular Thai massage, body massages, and holistic treatments, ensures that you experience ultimate relaxation.

Why Choose Indriya Wellness?

1. A Holistic Wellness Experience

At Indriya Wellness, we are committed to fostering the well-being of both the body and the mind. Our services are designed to revitalize your physical health while uplifting your mental well-being. From personalized massage therapies to unique relaxation rituals, we offer more than just a spa day—we provide a journey into tranquility.

2. Expert Therapists and Premium Techniques

Our team of skilled therapists combines expertise with passion to deliver the best services. Whether it’s a soothing body massage in Jayanagar or a revitalizing scrub, our treatments are designed to ensure comfort and rejuvenation.

3. Tailored to Your Needs

Everyone’s wellness journey is unique. That’s why we offer customizable packages, ensuring your visit is both personal and effective. Whether you need deep relaxation or targeted relief, our experts will design a treatment just for you.

Our Signature Services at Indriya Wellness

At Indriya Wellness, we offer a thoughtfully curated range of therapies to suit your unique needs. Each treatment is designed to provide you with a luxurious escape while addressing physical and emotional well-being.

Swedish Massage: Gentle Strokes for Pure Relaxation

Find relief from stress and muscle tension with the soothing Swedish massage. Using gentle strokes and kneading techniques, this therapy promotes relaxation, enhances circulation, and leaves you feeling refreshed and invigorated. It’s perfect for anyone seeking a calm and rejuvenating experience.

Aroma Therapy: The Healing Power of Essential Oils

Immerse yourself in a sensory experience with our aroma therapy massage. Infused with the therapeutic benefits of essential oils, this treatment uplifts your mood, calms your senses, and melts away stress. Choose from a range of oils tailored to your personal needs, whether you’re looking to relax, energize, or find balance.

Lomi-Lomi Massage: A Hawaiian Touch for Deep Relaxation

Transport yourself to tropical serenity with our Lomi-Lomi massage. Rooted in Hawaiian healing traditions, this therapy uses rhythmic, flowing strokes to soothe the body and mind. Ideal for promoting deep relaxation and releasing emotional tension, this massage is a must-try for those in need of a holistic escape.

Signature Ayurvedic Massage: A Blend of Tradition and Modernity

Reconnect with your inner balance through our Signature Ayurvedic Massage. Combining ancient Ayurvedic principles with contemporary techniques, this treatment focuses on harmonizing the mind, body, and spirit. Warm oils and targeted strokes create a deeply restorative experience that enhances your overall well-being.

Deep Tissue Massage: Targeted Relief for Stubborn Tension

For those battling persistent pain or muscle knots, our Deep Tissue Massage provides the ultimate relief. By applying focused pressure to the deeper layers of muscle, this therapy alleviates chronic tension, improves flexibility, and restores your range of motion.

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How Can a Thai Spa Boost Your Well-Being?

A visit to a traditional Thai spa can offer much more than just relaxation. It’s an experience that blends ancient techniques, herbal remedies, and soothing environments to rejuvenate both body and mind. Whether you’re seeking to reduce stress, improve circulation, or simply pamper yourself, a Thai spa in Udaipur can be an ideal choice for enhancing your overall well-being.

The Art of Thai Massage

One of the primary attractions of a Thai spa is its unique approach to massage. Unlike other forms of massage that focus mainly on the muscles, Thai massage involves a combination of stretching, acupressure, and yoga-like postures. The therapy helps release built-up tension, promotes flexibility, and boosts blood flow, resulting in improved energy levels. The gentle but firm pressure used during a Thai massage can help alleviate pain and promote relaxation, making it a popular treatment for those experiencing muscle stiffness or fatigue.

Boosting Mental Health

Well-being is not only about physical health but also mental and emotional balance. A Thai spa experience can significantly impact mental well-being by creating an environment that encourages peace and mindfulness. The serene atmosphere, infused with calming scents and soft lighting, helps reduce stress and promote a sense of tranquility. The rhythmic movements during the massage can help quiet the mind, alleviate anxiety, and improve mood. This combination of physical touch and mental focus can foster a deep state of relaxation and emotional well-being.

Benefits for the Body

Regular visits to a Thai spa can offer a variety of physical benefits. The techniques used in Thai massage enhance flexibility and joint mobility, which can be especially beneficial for people who have sedentary lifestyles or engage in repetitive activities. Stretching techniques promote better posture and prevent common injuries, making it an excellent practice for maintaining long-term physical health. Improved blood circulation boosts oxygen flow to the body’s tissues, which helps accelerate healing and can even assist with managing chronic pain.

Natural Healing Through Herbs and Oils

Thai spa treatments often incorporate traditional herbal remedies and essential oils that contribute to overall wellness. Herbal compresses infused with ingredients such as ginger, lemongrass, and turmeric are often applied to the body to reduce inflammation and improve circulation. These natural remedies, combined with massage techniques, create a holistic treatment that supports the body’s natural healing processes. The soothing aromas and natural ingredients can also uplift your spirits and contribute to a healthier immune system.

A Way to Disconnect and Rejuvenate

One of the most appealing aspects of visiting a Thai spa is the opportunity to disconnect from daily stressors and take time for yourself. With the busy pace of modern life, it’s crucial to set aside moments to unwind and recharge. Spending a few hours in a Thai spa can be a transformative experience, allowing you to reconnect with your body, practice mindfulness, and emerge with a sense of renewed energy. This kind of self-care not only helps you feel better in the moment but also equips you to handle daily challenges more effectively.

Finding a Thai Spa in Udaipur

Udaipur, known for its picturesque lakes and regal ambiance, is also home to wellness centers that offer traditional Thai spa experiences. Exploring a Thai spa in Udaipur provides the perfect blend of rejuvenation and cultural immersion. Whether you’re a local resident or a traveler looking to indulge in a unique spa experience, Udaipur’s offerings present an opportunity to improve both physical and mental well-being in an inspiring setting.

Conclusion

The benefits of a Thai spa extend far beyond the physical to encompass mental and emotional well-being. Through skilled massage techniques, natural remedies, and a peaceful atmosphere, these spas offer a complete package for revitalizing the body and calming the mind. With the added advantage of scenic surroundings in Udaipur, experiencing a Thai spa can become an essential part of your wellness routine.