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Write about a a woman that liked so much being pregnant, that she decided to not let the baby come out of her. She tried to delay labor as long as she could but the inevitable happened and labor started. But she wont give up, she didn't want to lose the status of pregnant woman to be just a woman again. She went to a cabin in the woods where nobody could "help" her and force her to give birth. She managed to hold the baby in for 2 or 3 days by using means to physically block the baby from coming out and even ways to relieve the urge to push(without actually pushing the baby out). But eventually she makes a mistake that makes the baby go out to the "point of no return" and she end up giving birth.

Here we go! Thanks for the prompt!

The following story contains severe (and unrealistic) self-birth denial and clothing birth.

It’s the year 2028, and women have lost the right to vote, unless they are pregnant and they can certify that the fetus is a man. So, nine and a half months ago, Hannah had begun to date with the hope that she would have the ability to vote. Unfortunately, the dating worked a bit better than she’d expected, and so the pregnancy process started. . . prematurely.

When Hannah reached her ninth month mid-October and began experiencing practice contractions, she went to her doctor and asked for some nifediphine, expressing that she was worried her baby would be born too early, and that she wanted to give birth to a big strong boy. The doctor, with a gleam in his eye at those words, agreed and gave her the prescription, though warned her he could only give her so much.

Contractions came and went over the next couple of weeks, often in the least expected and most inopportune times. Hannah called in sick to work so she could remain more sedentary, in hopes of keeping the baby in her for as long as possible. Uncomfortable weeks of swollenness and nausea stretched on, but she convinced herself it would be worth it, to stay pregnant, so she could vote. The only women men cared about these days were the ones that were pregnant, and she had to make the most of it.

On November 3rd, two weeks and a half weeks after her due date, Hannah ran out of nifediphine, and despite laying on her left side and drinking plenty of water, her contractions began in earnest. No, no, no, Hannah thought, breathing hard, as the latest contraction eased. The last two contractions had been ten minutes apart. “Baby,” she gasped, cradling her hand around her large stomach, “You have to wait, just four more days. Elections are on the seventh, and we have to vote.”

The baby, however, didn’t seem to care and the contractions continued. Hannah’s body screamed at her to get up and move, to sway through the pain. But she couldn’t, not if she wanted to keep the baby in, so she lay still, breathing through each pain, keeping her legs pressed together and her hips up on a couple pillows to help keep the baby off of her cervix. In lew of moving, she moaned through each pain, vocalizing freely.

Three hours in, her contractions were five minutes apart, and there was a knock at her door. Hannah swallowed back her latest moan as another contraction struck. She currled around her stomach, miserable.

The knock sounded again urgent. “This is the paramedics. We’re here on a wellness check. A neighbor said they heard someone in distress. Please open up or we’ll break down the door.”

Shit, Hannah thought. She couldn’t get discovered, they’d force her to give birth. She’d have to stand up. First, she looked up some birth videos on her phone and cast them to her tv. By that time, her contraction had begun to ease a bit. She called an “I’m coming, just give me a minute,” to the door, and very, very slowly sat up and eased herself to her feet.

The moment she got up, she felt her baby slam down into her opening cervix. Her feet spread instinctively as another contraction seized her. She clung to her headboard gasping, eyes wide, shocked by the firefly pain of her cervix stretching around the baby’s head. The pressure increased dramatically, until she felt something pop within her, sending water gushing over her feet. Luckily, her moan was covered by the scream from her tv.

“Ma’am are you all right?” The paramedics called.

Groaning, Hanah forced herself to stand up straight, organized her clothes and walked carefully toward the door, trying to keep her legs as close together as possible.

The paramedics seemed relieved, when she answered, their eyes going straight to her enormous belly which strained against the nightgown she was wearing.

“Sorry,” she said, cradling her stomach. “It gets so hard to get around these days, with this passenger.”

“A neighbor heard sounds,” the paramedic said, eyes fixed on her stomach. “They were worried you needed assistance.”

“Not me, unfortunately,” Hannah said with a smile. “I was watching birth videos, to get ready for the day. I didn’t realize they were so loud. I’ll turn them down.”

The paramedic seemed unconcerned, so Hannah stepped carefully aside, waving him into her house. As long as he stayed out of her bedroom, currently covered in her waters, she would be safe.

She stayed by the door, legs pressed tightly together, though her body screamed at her to open her legs, while the paramedic walked into her living room and saw the birthing videos on her tv.

Another contraction struck, this one accompanied with the undeniable urge to push. Hannah bit her lip to avoid crying out, thankful that the paramedic’s back was turned as he sauntered through her house. The contraction hadn’t quite given in by the time he turned around however.

“It seems everything is in order,” he said. “You sure you are all right?”

Hannah forced a smile. “Just fine,” she assured him, as sweat itched its way down her back and water dripped down her leg.

“All right then,” and the paramedic left. Hanah let out a relieved sigh and leaned against the door as she closed it. If she wanted the chance to vote, she’d need to go elsewhere, somewhere no one would hear her scream.

Moving carefully, she waddled to her room and grabbed her hospital bag she’d prepared a few days ago. That had a lot of what she needed, but if she was going to keep the baby in for four more days, she’d need a bit more help. She grabbed towels, her clean kitchen scissors, and several bottles of water. Then she changed her clothes, forcing on a pair of tight exercise shorts, and some pre-pregnancy jeans. She could barely walk in them, and they clung uncomfortably to her hips and butt. The crotch of the pants dug into her sensitive, swollen lips, but it was a reassuring kind of pain. She would vote this year.

With her stuff gathered, she began to carefully walk to her car, one hand holding her bag, the other cradling her bump. She tried to keep her legs close together, but it was near impossible. Two agonizing contractions later (she could feel her baby moving down even though she stalwartly refused to push) she reached her car. Dropping her bag in the passenger seat, she pulled out her phone and looked up air-bnb’s. She found a cabin out in the middle of nowhere, about three hours away, and booked it for a month.

With the address in her phone, and a calming spotify playlist on her speakers, she began her drive there. It was unpleasant, to say the least. The evermore insistent contractions continued every five minutes, and with each contraction the command to push came over her. Each time she breathed through it, moaning as she felt her baby stretch her insides and move down, little by little, despite her best efforts. On the plus side, this was her first baby and it was massively overdue.

It took her five hours to reach the cabin, because she’d needed to drive carefully and avoid freeways given how all-consuming the contractions were becoming. She pulled up, stopped the car and collapsed back in her seat, legs splayed. She needed to pee. She needed her clothes off. She needed to push. The last she couldn’t do, but the first two, she could.

With a moan, she grabbed her bag and got up from the car. Standing was so much worse. Her legs were trembling from exhaustion. She managed about three steps before another contraction struck, her belly tightening beneath her hand. She screamed at the pain as her legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the driveway. No one was around for miles. So she allowed herself to freely vocalize until the contraction gave way.

Once it was done, she decided standing would be too much work, and so she began to crawl up the front door, her large stomach brushing on the stairs as she went up them. Using the door handle, she managed to leverage herself to her feet and type in the code.

Then she was in. She staggered gratefully into the cabin. It was small, a kitchen and sitting room with a couch and a tv, and a single bedroom with a master bathroom, and most importantly a very narrow tub.

Hannah dropped her stuff on her bed and went straight to the bathroom. Removing her tight clothes took several minutes, but finally she collapsed on the toilet and took care of business, working through several contractions on the toilet. Then she ran hot water in the tub. She found some plastic boxes under the sink and put them on either side of the tub, where her legs would be, to force them together. Then covered in sweat and birthing fluids, she gratefully got in.

She moaned as the warm water lapped around her. It eased the constant pain in her stomach. At the next contraction, her legs instinctively tried to spread, but they couldn't, held in place by the plastic boxes on either side. She screamed with the pain of her contraction, enjoying the ability to finally make as much noise as possible.

She stayed in the tub, laboring, until the water ran cold, then she ran the water again and again. When she finally felt too wrinkly, when her body screamed too much at her to move, she reluctantly clambered out of the tub. Instantly, another contraction hit, and her legs spread instinctively. She gave way and pushed, crying out as she felt the baby shoot several inches down her canal.

She yelped as she felt it move. Sitting now, just behind her lips, and it had only been a day. She still had three more days of this. There was no more time for error.

Without bothering to dry off, she put on the tight exercise shorts, then her too-tight jeans. Her body protested as it forced her legs together, but it didn’t matter. She had to keep this baby in. She needed to stay pregnant. She left her top bare. Just this much clothing felt too constrictive, but the pants were necessary. Then she made her way to the bed. She piled the water bottles by her nightstand, stacked pillows up to keep her hips elevated, and pulled out a couple belts, which she wrapped between her crotch and her hips, extra security in case the clothes failed.

All set, she collapsed on the bed. The next contraction that came, she pushed. She couldn’t not push. She had to trust her preparations so far. The baby moved down, beginning to spread her lips just a bit. It stung, as if her crotch had been lit on fire. She screamed again, and stopped pushing, surprised at just how painful the stretch was.

And thus that first night went on and on and on, with her pushing as she needed, with the head stretching her a tiny bit more each time, but never coming to a full crown, her clothes too tight. She lost herself in the rhythm. Breathe, push, scream, feel the pants push the baby back into her.

Sunlight came again, through the windows. She was nauseous and exhausted, but drank water and ate an energy bar between contractions. At one point she tried to get up, thinking maybe she’d try the bath again, but her legs couldn’t support her. She was too tired, and she needed to conserve her energy. She turned on a show, whatever Netflix suggested and let it autoplay, trying to distract herself from the pain, from the constant need to push, from the fire in her crotch.

It helped to vocalize when she needed to without fear of people trying to assist. It also helped that she could push as she needed, trusting in her clothes to keep the baby in. She lay in her bed, hips elevated with pillows, curled in a miserable ball around her massive stomach. Days passed in a blur of agony, her voice too hoarse to scream, her sheets soaked in sweat. Until finally, finally, the alarm on her phone sounded, cutting through the fog of exhaustion and agony that had overrun her.

It was voting day! She’d done it!

She carefully began to move, sitting up for the first time in days. As soon as she engaged her abs, the baby was forced down again. Cautiously, she put her feet out on the floor, spread wide to accommodate her massive, low belly. Then, using the bedpost she began to stand.

The urge to push came over her, renewed by the shift in gravity, and she obliged. Squating and moaning. Then to her surprise and shock, she felt the baby move, far more than it ever had. After days of strain, the seams on her overworked pants gave way to the efforts of this new push, and the baby’s head crowned completely for the first time. Hannah screamed, dropping to her knees in shock, her hand reaching for the massive bulge in her pants instinctively.

Between the crossing of her belts, she felt her wet pants, the massive hole in the seams, of both her jeans and her exercise shorts, and then, the head. Her fingers touched the curly hair, damp from birthing liquids.

No, no, no, she thought. This couldn’t be, not after all she’d done, not after she’d all she’d been through. She couldn’t give birth. Steadying herself, she pressed her hand up against the crowning head, and began to gently ease the baby in.

Whatever pain she was imagining, this was far worse she screamed at the attempt, and stopped. She knelt there, legs spread, hand between them, panting, stars before her eyes. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t push the baby back in.

She’d have to go like this. The nightstand helped her pull herself to her feet. She took a couple of steps toward the door. The baby’s massive head touched her thighs with each step, slipping out a tiny bit more. As she reached the kitchen, she felt the nose stretch her lips and slip out. Still, she kept waddling forward, determined. She grabbed her keys, reached the front door, and shut it. Three stairs and a walkway, then she’d be in her car and the seat would keep the baby in. She could do it.

She went down the first step, her legs spreading out of necessity. A contraction hit, seizing her body, her stomach tightening. Her hands clasped the guardrail to keep herself upright. She tried not to push, but it didn’t matter. Her legs were spread, for practically the first time in four days, gravity was on her side, and the baby’s head was halfway out. With just the slightest of instinctive pushes, the head shot the rest of the way out, shooting through the seams of her pants, catching only on the buckles around her crotch.

Hannah screamed at the sensation of the head emerging. She couldn’t move, couldn’t take another step as the next contraction struck. It had been too long. The baby had to come out, now. No matter her previous attempts. The shoulders began to emerge, stretching her further. Then the baby stopped, caught by the belts, unable to go further.

Falling back on the edge of the stairs, Hannah began frantically tearing off the belts. Another contraction hit, she pushed. No progress. She got one belt off by the next one, and was rewarded with even more of a spread. It took her two more, fruitless, desperate contractions to get the last belt off.

The baby shot out, ripping through the remains of Hannah’s pants, and into her waiting hands. The tiny thing began to cry, and Hannah cried as well, holding it close to her.

She wouldn’t vote this year, but she would ensure that this baby would be raised right. He’d never let anyone be put in her position, not if she could help it.

#birth denial #birth kink #clothing birth #giving birth #birth story #fpreg #fpreg birth

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strawberrychampagneglass · 3 months ago

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Roses pt 2 - A Fragment of our Pasts

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part 1 WC: 6k

C/W: angst, pining, some fluff ig, swearing, alcohol, a man, mentions of violence, mentions of substance some sexual references but not smut, read at your own discretion but it's really not too too much I promise

A/N: SO SORRY FOR THE LATE AND VERY LONG AWAITED UPDATE I PROMISE FUTURE ONES WILL NOT BE THIS MUCH WAITING, GOOD NIGHT AND TAKE CARE YALL CUS I NEED TO SLEEP LOL I love u guys sm

October 20th, 2028

Los Angeles, California

I’m not a cheater.

The word that Paige almost spit out haunts her. The looks that her teammates gave her haunt her.

Buried in her hotel bed with a wet towel hanging around her forehead, Azzi shivers despite the fire that has set her body ablaze. It’s nearly noon, yet she still feels sleepy; her body is worn out from the migraine that sinks its claws into her head. Her throat feels raw and her cheeks feel sticky from the dry hotel air clinging to the tears she shed last night. But, Azzi knows she isn’t allowed to feel like this. She knows it’s unfair, but she can’t help herself.

“Azzi?” Cam’s voice is muffled but lighthearted. When she opens her eyes, the blonde stands above her with a look of genuine concern across her face. “I had to bribe the receptionist for a key, but I think I overpaid. She gave me a mint too.” The amusement in Cam’s eyes loosen a shackle around Azzi’s turbulent heart.

“Hi Cam,” she rasps. She opens her mouth again when the two stare blankly at each other. “I’m so sor-”

“She hasn’t been doing great since she heard that you were coming to LA. I put her on alcohol probation because I knew she would do something stupid if she were drunk, and thankfully, that didn’t happen.” Cam shakes her head before plastering on a pitiful look when she inspects the shivering brunette.

“Has she been drinking a lot?” The words escape Azzi’s mouth before her brain fully processes them. The taller blonde standing before her winces but masks it with a feigned, but thoughtful look.

“Um… not really, no.” She stammers, averting her gaze from Azzi. “What happened to you though? Where’s your fiancé?” Her stormy blue eyes scan the room until they rest on her shattered phone. Azzi swallows nervously when Cam crouches next to the debris.“Oh my goodness. Azzi, where is he?” the taller woman breathes while hunched over, inspecting the remaining pieces of her phone.

“I don’t know,” she breathes. “We got into an argument and he…he left.”

“Azzi…”

April 17th, 2020

Arlington, Virginia

Paige has a problem.

She’s slowly sinking into the Fudds’ sofa with one of Azzi’s books in her lap as she “subtly” looks at her best friend, admiring how she moves, how she blinks, and even how her face contorts into a scowl around her brothers as they swarm her while waving their dirty socks in her face. Unfortunately, Paige isn’t very good at stealing glances at her best friend. Her blue eyes catch Azzi’s warm, brown ones that are narrowed at her.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Azzi sighs while plopping down on the other side of the couch. Paige’s heart drops when she sees the distance at which the other girl is sitting: away from her.

“Sorry,” she mutters slowly while returning to the book. She can’t focus though, the constant train of Azzi, Azzi infiltrates her brain. The brunette has been off since their plane ride back from Belarus almost 2 years ago. When she woke up in the morning, a searing pain scorched through her head and throat. Her vision was blurry and all her senses were disoriented. However, the feeling of her left hand latched onto her best friend’s waist underneath her hoodie and her right hand tangled in the mess of her best friend’s soft curls seemed to cure her hangover. She suddenly became aware of Azzi’s head resting on Paige’s chest as she snored softly, sending vibrations up her spine.

Rather than reveling in the comforting and warm feeling provided by the other body, she detached herself in a hurry as a familiar feeling of panic surged through her veins. One that only existed when the lines of their friendship began to crack. Their conversation at breakfast and on the plane was extraordinarily uncomfortable, and the tension was palpable; it felt heavy on Paige’s shoulders when they stiffly and very hesitantly hugged goodbye after landing in Minnesota.

It was a silent and mutual agreement to ignore the “incident” and continue with their friendship even though the strict lines of their friendship were now permanently impaired. The once-familiar norms of their friendship and well-established boundaries were now blurred. Neither of them wanted to admit it though, so they pretended. They pretended everything was alright. By the time the State Fair rolled around that year, they found a sense of near normalcy. Near. Normalcy. To say that Paige wasn’t hurt by it was an understatement, but Azzi had to pretend. If she didn’t pretend, everything would crumble.

After wishing Azzi’s family good night, the two start their unbearably slow trek to Azzi’s room. There was discord between the two girls; it became excess weight that the girls dragged along, making the usually quick journey feel strenuous and even longer than normally perceived. As she plops down on her side of the pillow barrier that had been put in place since Paige arrived in Virginia, Azzi grabs the TV remote and jams a few buttons until Frozen appears on the screen.

“Do you ever get tired of this movie? Like damn, Elsa making a castle of ice to seclude herself from everything else seems kinda emo.” Paige’s snide comment earns a punch from her best friend on the other side of the pillow wall.

“Shut up, Paige. You’ve just never been able to put yourself in Anna’s shoes,” Azzi retorts. Paige doesn’t miss the soft chords of her laughter hidden amongst the playful banter. “Isn’t it symbolic how she goes from one love to another?”

“Bro, this shit-” Her words are cut off when Azzi sticks a finger in her face. Groaning, she slumps into her pillow and closes her eyes. After a few minutes, the obnoxiously loud music is abruptly cut off. Paige’s eyes fly open as she sits up before meeting Azzi’s eyes. Her dark eyes glow in the dark and she sees every little detail of her brown irises and dilated pupils.

“I got bored.” She states before whipping out her phone.

“You never get bored of Frozen.”

“Well, I guess you kind of got to me.”

“Az, what’s wrong? Talk to me, c’mon. You’ve been off this whole time that I’ve been here.”

Azzi sighs and puts her phone down against her chest. “I don’t know. Good night, Paige. I’m gonna sleep.” Instead of a verbal response, she is smothered under a cushioned weight. “Ow, what the f-”

“Azzi. What’s. Wrong?” Paige’s face is contorted in a scowl but her voice is soft and reassuring. The brunette picks at her fingers, refusing to meet her best friend’s gaze.

“Nothing’s wrong.” She turns so that her back faces Paige. The air weighs down on them, heavy from the exasperated breaths that have escaped the mouths of the two girls. Paige chews on her lip as she watches the other girl scroll through a myriad of Instagram stories when she sees a particularly provocative story that makes her blood boil: a close-friends story with a picture of Azzi and a guy sitting at a cafe together with the caption “sniped.”

“Is this about the night in Belarus?” Azzi’s blood runs cold and she brings her phone to her chest before turning to Paige. She closes her eyes before letting out a silent groan. “We can’t ignore it forever. It’s causing a rift between us, and we’re gonna have to address it at one point.”

“That night was a fucking mistake.” Paige flinches and whips her head in the other direction, away from Azzi. She isn’t sure if it’s the blonde’s relentless jabs for information or her frustration that still lingers that prompts the harshness in her tone.

“Az, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I woke up hungover with you in my arms. Bonus, I guess.” When Azzi doesn’t laugh at Paige’s sarcastic quip, she sighs but continues. “Believe me, I was confused too. I guess we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but since then, you’ve been so fucking distant,” Paige clenches her jaw in frustration. When she receives silence as an answer, she slumps into her pillow and stares at the barrier.

“You know, I went on a date the other day.” Azzi’s words break the uncomfortable silence. The blonde gapes at her before laughing awkwardly. However, the air from her lungs is sucked out of her body and she feels a force that doesn’t break through her skin or bones but shatters her heart.

“That’s cool.” Her tone is dry even though her heart is hammering against her ribcage. “Um… how’d it go?” Her tone is dry, but she still asks. Because Azzi is her best friend, and that’s what best friends do, right?

“It was… fine. I haven’t talked to him since, though. I guess we didn’t hit it off, you know? Not like he was my type anyway.” Paige nods, averting her gaze to hide her relief. “Are you jealous?” Azzi teases, smirking shyly at the flustered blonde. “You don’t have to be. He was awkward and we didn’t have a good time. I would rather have spent the time with you.”

“Oh,” Paige murmurs while chewing on her upper lip, only half listening to Azzi. “I would’ve rather spent the time with you too. The date sounded boring.” The room becomes eerily silent and both of them begin to feel the weight of the tension on their shoulders.

“It’s just gonna be weird when you go to college.” Azzi finally mutters, burying her face into her pillow and releasing a heavy sigh.

“We’ll still FaceTime every night, it’ll even be easier because we’ll be in the same time zone.”

“You’ll have rigorous practices because you’re a student-athlete, Paige. You also have homework and I’m sure the college workload is a lot heavier than high school.” The blonde swallows and runs her hands through her messy hair. She hadn’t thought about that.

“Well…we can make it work, I mean, we always have,” she sputters, looking everywhere but at Azzi. “I won’t forget about you, I promise. You’re still my best friend, and you’ll always be.” Her voice grows quiet and she picks at her fingers. Azzi doesn’t miss the way Paige’s eyes seem a little too turbulent, even under the dim light provided by the glow of their phones.

Instead of acknowledging their feelings, she raises an eyebrow, leaning closer. “Sure. You won’t forget me, right? I swear that after we saw each other in that one AAU tournament you ghosted me for 3 weeks.”

Paige groans, “That was one time. I was busy!”

“Right,” Azzi says, smirking. “Busy becoming an Instagram celebrity with 12 followers. Big league stuff.”

The corners of Paige’s mouth twitch as she remembers her Instagram posts that were specifically tailored for Azzi. “Thirteen now, thank you. And one of them might be a bot, but still, commitment.”

“Thirteen? Wow! That’s a whole basketball roster,” Azzi giggles, prodding at Paige’s ribcage. The blonde squirms away, swatting at Azzi’s hand with a yelp before she retaliates by darting at her toned stomach. “Hey, that’s not fair,” Azzi exclaims with a shaky voice before grabbing Paige’s wrists and flipping her over. Their tickle fight comes to an abrupt stop and Azzi swallows thickly. Oh.

Suddenly, Paige is very mindful of Azzi’s hot breath that contrasts with the cool air that surrounds them. Each breath makes the skin on her neck prickle with anticipation, but she reluctantly pulls her body away. Instead, she reaches for Azzi’s cheek and caresses the soft skin, sending shivers down both of their bodies.

“I’ll always be there for you, I promise. It’ll be us against the world, you know what I mean? Paige and Azzi, together.” Her voice is soft and wistful, yet her blue eyes sparkle with determination.

“Together,” Azzi breathes as she buries her head into the older girl’s neck, wrapping her arms around her waist and taking in her rosy scent. Paige’s hands find their way through her curls and everything feels perfect.

“I’ll miss you. A lot.”

October 20th, 2028

Los Angeles, California

401. 403.

“That fucking motherfucker,” Paige snarls under her breath while sprinting down the hotel hallway. The pills in the nearly empty bottle of Ibuprofen rattle against the plastic that threatens to explode under Paige’s grip.

“Room 435. If y’all end up fucking, I don’t wanna hear about it.”

“Fuck you too, Cam.” 405. 407. 409. Paige nearly slams her knee into the sharp corner.

411. 413. 415. 417. 419.

“I’ll always be there for you, I promise.” The words she said 8 years ago just before their unspoken feelings unraveled themselves like a ribbon awaiting a very eager child on the morning of Christmas Day replay in her mind.

421. 423. 425. 427. Every step adds pressure onto her raging hangover headache. She’s almost there. Almost.

429, 431, 433. How long is this fucking hallway?

435. Paige stops and hesitates before extending a shaky hand to scan the keycard and open the door.

April 6th, 2025

Tampa Bay, Florida

A collective and electric feeling of euphoria lightens the air of the gym as the UConn Women’s Basketball team celebrates their hard-fought win against a 1-seed team in the Final Four. Paige weaves her way between her teammates, giving an occasional hug here and there until her eyes land on her. A pair of warm, brown doe eyes stare back at her. Azzi stands in front of her with a wide grin carved across her face. The blonde lets a contented sigh leave her lips and grins, preparing to jump into her best friend’s arms…

October 20th, 2028

Los Angeles, California

In the middle of the room on a king-sized bed lies a familiar figure in her bomber jacket buried under the thick comforter. Her eyes are red and a damp towelette clings onto her forehead.

“Cam?” An uneasy voice rasps. When the figure lifts herself off the mattress, she freezes. “Paige,” she says cooly, but there’s a hint of wistfulness. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll leave,” Paige manages to stutter out as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, turning away and heading toward the door. “I’ll leave this for you here,” she mutters as she puts the pill bottle on the bathroom counter. “Feel better soon.”

A muffed, yet broken sob escapes Azzi’s mouth. “Stay, please. I don’t have anyone.”

That’s all it takes for Paige to open the doors to her heart again. She cautiously walks over while refusing to meet the pair of warm brown eyes that wander over her body. The two sit in silence before it’s broken by another strangled breath that comes out of the brunette. “Shit, Az…zi,” Paige begins to panic, staring at the other woman who has broken into a frenzy of sobs. Reflexively, her hand extends, but it stops, just before reaching her face.

“I don’t get why you’re here,” Azzi chokes out between gasps of air.

“I…I made a promise.” Paige replies curtly. Her fingers move on their own accord as they begin to caress the tears away. Inside of her head, everything is ringing, telling her that this is wrong. But Paige decides to ignore it and she hopes that this time will be different from every other time. “I’ll always be here for you. Cam told me you weren’t doing great so I came over with Ibuprofen. Paige looks around the room nervously. The alarm bells in her head have been going off for too long. “Look, I think I should go, but it was nice to-”

To her shock, Azzi cusps her cheeks and pulls her in for a searing kiss. There’s hunger in it as they move their mouths in tandem, neither of them pulling away. Azzi lets her tongue slip as Paige lets her hands move down her torso until they reach her waist. Her fingertips dance along the smooth ridges of her skin where they etch the words “I love you.” She grips firmly, pulling the brunette off the bed and pressing her flush against her own body. “Fuck,” the younger woman moans against Paige’s lips, sending a shiver through the older woman’s body. Azzi starts to tangle her hands through Paige’s hair until-

Her eyes fly open.

April 6th, 2025

Tampa Bay, Florida

…Until her best friend is whisked away by a mysterious man with olive skin and brown curls. Paige’s heart plummets into her stomach when his firm hand grasps Azzi’s waist. She turns away, throws herself into KK’s eager arms, and plasters a smile onto her face.

Because it’s okay, and Paige will be okay.

We’re not exclusive.

October 20th, 2028

Los Angeles, California

The room is dark and empty except for the sound of familiar, anguished coughs. The pungent scent of weed smoke fills the air and Azzi stifles a gag. She lets her eyes flutter open. When she does, she catches a glimpse of shimmering blonde hair. It makes her heart beat erratically. It’s been 3 years. 3 years of separation from each other, yet she knows it’s Paige Bueckers.

“Who the fuck are you?” The blonde whips around, startled by an unfamiliar harsh voice.

As an olive-skinned man slides through the door of the hotel room, Paige is harshly reminded of the diamond ring that sits on her Azzi’s ring finger. “Charles.” Paige extends a hand to the man. His bloodshot eyes flicker down to her hand, devoid of any jewelry, before they meet Paige’s again. After a heartbeat, their hands clasp firmly in a brief handshake–his grip firm, too firm. Her pulse quickens, yet she refuses to flinch and meets his gaze with equal intensity.

“Paige. Hi.”

Behind him, Paige notices three things. First, the putrid stench of weed hits her in waves. Second, she sees a pile of a white, powdery substance on the bathroom counter. Third, she sees a flushed Azzi, who lies alone in an otherwise untouched bed. The sight of Azzi in a vulnerable position sends

Charles studies her with curiosity and a very noticeable sniffle. “Do you… need anything? Why are you here?”

Every nerve in her body begs her to stay and push the lame excuse of a man out of the way. Most of all, the only thing she wants to do is cradle the younger woman in her arms and tell her that everything will be okay. But Paige sighs and hands Charles the pill bottle before turning away. “No, Cam told me to drop this off. I’ll be heading out, but take care.” She feels a pair of brown doe eyes engraving themselves onto the back of her head, but she can’t. She walks away.

Paige Bueckers, you’re such an idiot.

***

Three days later, Paige and the rest of her teammates are huddled around a secluded table at a local bar. It’s in a secluded part of the city, giving the team privacy despite the energy in the air. Rickea Jackson had organized the meet-up impulsively after hearing about Azzi’s plans to return to New York for the next two weeks in preparation to officially move to Los Angeles.

The team is decently buzzed, having ordered 2 rounds of shots already. They’re ready to let loose tonight; most people had plans to visit their families in the upcoming weeks.

As for Paige, it’s evident that she has consumed several drinks already. She needs an escape from the labyrinth of her thoughts that trap and corner her. She’s spiraling, and she doesn’t have the energy to fight against it. Cam, Rickea, and even Dearica insisted that Paige should stay sober tonight, but Paige was drowning. She was adamant about drinking after the events that occurred earlier in the week. Cam and Dearica did their best to distract her, taking her to lifts, pickup games, and even shopping after her birthday. And while it worked beautifully for a few days, the effects of the distraction were completely worn off by tonight.

Paige sits in a secluded corner of the bar, trying to separate herself from the rest of her team. The sight of Azzi sitting across from her amplifies Paige’s heightened anxiety. Her eyes are trained on Azura Stevens, who is animatedly telling her about the children she worked with the other day while nursing a drink at the same time. Although partially disengaged, Azzi stays polite and friendly. Even if she doesn’t want to admit it, a small part of Paige’s heart flutters at the sight of Azzi assimilating well with the Sparks.

“Paige, were you even listening to me?” Next to her, an exasperated Cam stands up and walks up to the shorter woman. Her hand rubs soothing circles on Paige’s back; a simple gesture that causes her waterline to prickle and prompts tears to form. Azzi’s eyes flicker over to Paige, noticing the dark circles around her eyes. Her blue irises have lost their luster, and her shoulders are slumped forward. The blonde glances at Azzi and offers a weak nod of acknowledgment. The friendly act sends static electricity through her body.

She doesn’t know how their relationship, or the remnants of it, got to the point where even the simplest friendly gesture seldomly happens. Azzi tries to ignore the heavy pit of if only things were different that knots itself into her stomach. But she fails and it simmers with the turbulent sea of her emotions.

“Yo, Az!” Odyssey Sim’s booming voice catches Azzi off guard and causes her to flinch. A flicker of concern flashes over Paige’s face but it is quickly masked with a guarded scowl. It’s an emotion only Azzi can discern; the two women spent years carving themselves into each other’s skin, etching marks of unspoken promises in every crevice. They were each other’s mosaics; they spent years meticulously putting every intricate piece together. Azzi learned the meaning behind the faintest, yet most intentional quivers of Paige’s muscles from their years together.

But now, everything about Paige seems foreign.

If Odyssey and Paige notice how Azzi flinches at the loud voice, they ignore it. At least, Paige does. “Az, come join us,” Odyssey’s voice is softer, with tones of empathy laced under each syllable. “Truth or drink, team tradition.” Reluctantly, she hoists herself from her seat to walk over to Odyssey and the flock of basketball players passing a bottle of Devil’s Spring around.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Azzi mutters to Azura who laughs and ruffles her hair playfully. “Azura, I can’t play truth or drink. We’re adults, not carefree college students,” she glances at Paige who is animatedly arguing with Odyssey about getting a virgin shot.

“Odyssey, that’s not fair. I’on even drink that much anymore,” Paige whines, throwing her hands over her head. Odyssey frowns and pours the blonde a shot of vodka, not wanting to argue with her. Paige grins triumphantly and Cam rolls her eyes from across the table.

Azura snickers and turns to Azzi. “You’ll be fine kiddo. Team tradition.”

Azzi groans, letting her head drop into her hands. She did not want to share too much information with her teammates, and she did not want to be completely shitfaced in front of her new teammates. After all, that’s more Paige’s fashion than hers, but not wanting to fight with her teammates, she allows Azura to pour her a shot.

Or two.

Or three.

Paige watches her, amused by the uncertainty painted across her face as she warily inspects the three nearly overflowing shot glasses. Azzi glances up at her, an unreadable expression flashing across her face before she turns away, her jaw tightening. Paige knows it’s unfair, but she flinches at the hostility swarming the warm brown eyes she’s grown to know and love.

***

The bar buzzes with a faint hum of music and laughter, the kind that borders being too loud but also keeping everyone grounded in the moment. The occasional boisterous cheers after a teammate opts to throw a drink back instead of answering personal questions about their sex lives that emanate from the table earn occasional glares from bystanders.

“Alright, alright. We gotta save some questions for our princess,” Odyssey announces, cutting through the chatter as she leans forward across the table, flipping through a messy notebook full of questions. “Fudd, you’re up.”

Azzi swallows, feeling the intense gazes of all of her teammates scouring her body as if their stares could rip all her secrets apart. She stiffens when a dark gleam enters Odyssey’s gaze as she scribbles something on a slip of paper and hands it to her. When she opens the note, she stiffens, a cold bead of sweat dribbling down her neck.

“Have you ever ruined someone else’s relationship?” Azzi reads aloud, her voice hesitant. The table erupts with laughter and a bunch of “oohs” and “ahhs.” From across the table, Paige pretends to seem unfazed but her subtle nail-biting reveals her uneasy demeanor, but there’s a hint of a silent challenge that enters her eyes.

“Damn, Sims. You really went for the throat for our little newbie,” Cam chuckles, earning a glare from Azzi. Azura leans back in her seat, sipping from her drink while giving Azzi an encouraging nod.

“Team tradition,” Odyssey grins unapologetically while twirling the ballpoint pen in between her fingers. “Gotta make it memorable for our first-timer, right?”

Azzi flips her off before glancing at the paper slip again, debating whether she should throw the shot of vodka back that sits next to her. The weight of the question settles over her like a heavy cloak. It’s not an easy one to avoid–if she drinks, her teammates will know that she’s hiding something from them. However, if she answers, she knows she will regret it tonight. Before she can let herself decide, she opens her mouth, and a single syllable rolls off her tongue.

“Yeah.” Paige’s eyebrows shoot up before furrowing as she leans forward ever so slightly. The table falls silent for a moment, a silence louder than the music and laughter in the bar. The weight of the curiosity of her teammates settles down on her, drowning and suffocating her. Cam and Paige share a knowing look with each other and cough awkwardly.

“Well… do you regret it?” Odyssey asks, her gaze flickering knowingly between Paige and Azzi. Azzi’s fingers tighten around the shot glass, her knuckles whitening. Paige savors the way the muscles in her fingers flex for a split second before swallowing and glancing at Azzi expectantly.

“It’s complicated…” she finally mutters, desperately looking around at her teammates. Paige scoffs silently, turning away to sip from her drink. When Azzi risks a glance at Paige, guilt pools in her stomach as she notices the hurt and anger that flickers in her eyes. The tension between them is palpable, their unspoken history hanging between them like a storm cloud.

Eventually, when it’s Paige's turn, she leans back in her chair, basking in the attention of her teammates. “Guess it’s my turn,” she mutters.

“Alright, superstar,” Odyssey mocks while sticking her tongue out at the blonde. She scribbles down a question and slides it across the table. Paige picks it up, silently inspecting it before letting out a dry laugh.

“What’s the biggest mistake you’ve ever made?” she reads aloud, her voice tinged with irony. The table falls into an uncomfortable silence again. Paige doesn’t hesitate and picks up her shot glass and downs the vodka in one smooth motion. Azzi traces a loose droplet that dribbles down her neck before clinging to her toned collarbone exposed by the simple tank top that frames Paige’s tall figure. The tightness in her chest grows. She knows Paige’s avoidance isn’t about the question, but more about her. The blonde slams the shot glass on the table and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes fixed on Azzi.

“Guess you’ll never know,” Paige says with a hollow smile, her voice piercing Azzi’s skin like daggers. The game continues, but the once-exuberant laughter begins to settle down. The tension between the two basketball players lingers and the unspoken words and old wounds simmer beneath the surface. She knows the night is far from over, but she’d rather be anywhere other than her hotel room.

***

As her teammates began to leave their seats and move to the dance floor, Azzi and Paige were involuntarily sitting next to each other. The distance between them was only several feet, but it felt like miles of separation with their unspoken past. Surprisingly, a soft and familiar voice addresses her.

“I’m sorry ‘bout the other night,” Paige murmurs hesitantly, staring at her feet. The knot in Azzi’s chest is tightened and she feels suffocated by Paige’s words, soft but genuine. The once-vibrant atmosphere of the bar feels muted, with the steady bass of the music fading into the background. Azzi doesn’t respond immediately, her fingers curling around the rim of her shot glass as if it could anchor her. The apology hangs between them, fragile yet heavy, and Azzi can only hear the erratic drumming of her own heart.

“What are you sorry for, Paige?” her voice is quiet but laced with sharpness. Her eyes drift to the pair of blue eyes, once so lively and full of a sparkle that has dulled out and left an almost deserted shell.

Paige flinches at her tone, but she presses on, her voice soft and cautious. “For, well, everything,” she mutters under her breath, a lonely tear sliding down her smooth cheek. Azzi instinctively reaches over to caress the tear off of her face. At first, Paige flinches at the feeling of her warm hand but leans into her touch. The blonde finally lifts her gaze, meeting the brunette’s. The expression in her eyes–equal parts regret and vulnerability–knocks the wind out of Azzi. It was once the expression that was used to unravel the thread that tied Azzi’s defenses to her heart together, but it’s now the one that feels like a knife twisting in an old wound.

The silence stretches between them, thick and suffocating as Azzi retracts her hand, her fingers tingling with the familiar warmth of Paige’s skin. She hadn’t meant for her defenses to slip, but the sight of Paige’s tear stirred something she thought she’d buried.

“Azzi?”

“Yeah, Paige?”

“Does he treat you well?” Azzi’s eyes widen and her body stiffens before she can nurse her expressions into a feigned happiness. Paige doesn’t miss the way her body reacts and her gaze softens with a knowing expression. The question is simple with no ill intention, but Paige’s gentle gaze stays locked to hers.

“Of course, he does,” her voice too light, too practiced. Paige’s eyebrows raise slightly in suspicion, but she doesn’t say anything.

Paige tilts her head slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Good to you,” she repeats softly, almost as if she’s testing the words. There’s no accusation, only quiet observation, but it feels like she’s shining a spotlight on all of Azzi’s cracks.

Azzi shifts in her seat. “Why do you care, Paige?” she finally asks, her voice harsher than intended. She meets Paige’s eyes, and the question lingers in the space between them; jagged, heavy, and raw.

Paige doesn’t flinch and instead holds Azzi’s gaze, her blue eyes shimmering with raw emotion that she doesn’t bother to hide. “Because I care about you,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “And, I know you, Az. I know when you’re lying.” Azzi feels her throat tighten, and she swallows hard. The urge to protect herself flares up, but she forces it down. She stares at the amber liquid in her glass instead as if it holds the answers that she doesn’t want to face.

When she lifts her head up, Paige leans in closer, bridging the distance between them. “You deserve better. You deserve to be happy.” Azzi’s chest aches as she opens her mouth, but no words come out.

Just then, the bell of the bar door rings aggressively. All eyes in the bar turn to the olive-skinned man with unruly hair and red eyes standing in the doorway.

“Azzi, where are you?” Charles slurs while scanning the area like a predator hunting for its prey. Next to Paige, Azzi’s breathing slows and her body goes rigid. She glances at Paige, panic in her eyes. “Azzi…” Before he can continue, Paige steps firmly between them. “She doesn’t want to talk to you right now,” Paige says sharply, her tone slicing through the tense air. Charles lets out a dry and humorless laugh, his lips curling into a sinister sneer. “And who the hell are you to tell me that? Her ex? Thought you’d be out of the picture by now.” When Paige’s jaw tightens, he knows he’s struck a nerve. He moves closer to her, jabbing a shaky finger into her chest. “She never fucking cared about you. Drop it.”

Azzi sucks in a sharp breath and sinks her teeth into her upper lip as she closes her eyes. Fuck, she really didn’t want this. Paige’s jaw tightened and her hands clenched into fists by her sides. She knows she’s strong enough to take him on. “I’m someone who actually gives a damn about your fucking fiancée,” she sneers.

Charles chuckles mockingly, staggering forward until his booze-heavy breath fanned over Paige’s face. “You don’t know anything about us.”

“I know enough,” Paige snapped. Azzi’s head swam as she watched the confrontation unfold, her body frozen between the two people pulling her in opposite directions. Charles glances at the brunette, scowling. “Why don’t you back off, princess? This is gonna get messy real fast.”

Before Azzi could respond, a sickening crunch split the thick air between Charles and Paige. Startled, Azzi sits up and lets out a shriek. A silhouette of olive skin and blood stumbles and falls backward. Paige stands at the door, unscathed. Relief courses through Azzi’s veins until she notices the tears streaking down the blonde’s cheeks and her uneasy breathing.

“Agh, fuck!” Charles screams, grabbing his nose. “Fuck, you’re a fucking maniac!”

Azzi doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s suddenly hit by the warm, humid air of the Los Angeles night as she’s being dragged by Paige’s cool, but secure grip on her wrist. The noise of the bar fades into a distant hum, and she’s only half aware of the world around her as she’s pulled into the quiet of the night.

Her feet stumble to keep up with Paige’s determined stride, her brain still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions. The feeling of Paige’s hand around her wrist is grounding, a tether in the uncertainty of her future. They don’t stop walking until they reach the car, the cool metal clicking open. Azzi doesn’t protest; she lets herself be guided into the passenger seat where Paige’s familiar rosy scent envelopes her.

Paige doesn’t say anything at first while she slides into the driver’s seat as they ride in an unusual silence. It’s not suffocating, but raw and uncertain. Azzi finally glances at Paige, her shoulders slumped as she grips the wheel so hard that her knuckles are white and bleeding from the encounter in the bar.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Paige glances at her, her face soft yet unreadable. “I care about you, Az. I won’t let you keep pretending everything is fine.” Azzi doesn’t respond right away as she lets the words settle in her chest. They stir up the guilt that lingers from their last encounter 3 years ago. But she lets herself relax in the quiet of the night as the city lights flicker past.

For the first time since she got to the city, Azzi lets herself breathe.

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★ shadow work for each rising sign: navigating the transformative transits of 2025-2026 ★

☆ pluto into aquarius:

first entry: march 23, 2023 (retrograded back into capricorn in 2023)

re-enters aquarius: november 19, 2024

fully settles in aquarius: january 20, 2025

stays in aquarius until 2043, as pluto spends about 20 years in each sign.

☆ uranus into gemini:

first entry: july 7, 2025

retrogrades back into taurus: november 8, 2025

re-enters gemini and stays: april 26, 2026

stays in gemini until 2033, with uranus spending about 7 years in each sign.

☆ neptune into aries:

first entry: march 30, 2025

retrogrades back into pisces: october 22, 2025

re-enters aries and stays: january 26, 2026

stays in aries until 2039, as neptune spends approximately 13-14 years in each sign.

☆ saturn into aries:

first entry: may 24, 2025

retrogrades back into pisces: september 1, 2025

re-enters aries and stays: february 13, 2026

stays in aries until february 15, 2028, as saturn spends about 2.5 years in each sign.

★ aries rising ★ pluto’s move into aries rising’s 11th house of friendships and goals pushes them to face insecurities around group identity and social roles. shadow work here involves examining where they may have masked self-doubt with a bold presence, fearing they might fade into the background. they may discover a tendency to lead or assert control as a way to feel valued. meanwhile, neptune and saturn in the 1st house challenge them to question if their confident self-image hides deeper vulnerabilities, asking if they’ve built a facade to protect against rejection. addressing these dynamics will allow aries rising to embrace authenticity in both social groups and personal identity, finding strength in their true self instead of external validation. ☆ prompts: “where do i feel the need to ‘prove’ myself to others? how do i feel about the idea of taking a less prominent role in group settings? am i masking insecurity with confidence, and if so, where can i soften and allow my true self to be seen?”

★ taurus rising ★ pluto’s transit through taurus rising’s 10th house of career asks them to address attachments to public success and stability. shadow work involves exploring fears of failure, especially if they’ve tied self-worth to professional achievements or status. with uranus moving through the 2nd house of values and finances, taurus rising is also called to question if material wealth has become a substitute for inner security. they may uncover scarcity mindsets or a hidden fear of instability. by confronting these shadows, taurus rising can redefine their sense of success and security, focusing on inner values over external rewards and building a career path aligned with their true needs. ☆ prompts: “how does my career affect my sense of worth? where am i relying on material wealth for a sense of security? what do i fear losing if my career or financial situation changes? what would true inner security feel like for me?”

★ gemini rising ★ as pluto transforms gemini rising’s 9th house of beliefs, they’re called to re-evaluate core philosophies that may have limited their growth. shadow work involves confronting any fear of uncertainty or “not knowing” that could lead them to cling to rigid beliefs. uranus in the 1st house encourages self-reinvention, but they may hesitate to break free from familiar identities, fearing they’ll lose themselves. they’re invited to examine any habits of hiding emotions behind wit or intellect. by releasing these fears, gemini rising can embrace a fluid, open-minded approach to life that honors both their curiosity and evolving identity, allowing them to connect authentically with others. ☆ prompts: “what beliefs or ideas do i feel resistant to let go of? where do i avoid vulnerability by intellectualizing or using humor? who am i without my established ideas and perspectives? how would embracing change deepen my self-expression?”

★ cancer rising ★ pluto in cancer rising’s 8th house of intimacy and transformation encourages them to confront fears around vulnerability and dependence on others. shadow work involves addressing any control issues in relationships that may stem from fears of betrayal or emotional pain. with neptune and saturn in the 10th house, cancer rising is also asked to question whether their career choices reflect their true self or if they’ve sought “safe” paths to avoid risk. they may find they’ve neglected personal fulfillment for security. by embracing openness in relationships and honesty in career pursuits, cancer rising can create a life that aligns with their authentic self, balancing vulnerability with resilience. ☆ prompts: “how do i respond when i feel vulnerable in relationships? what control tendencies do i rely on to avoid emotional risk? am i compromising personal fulfillment for security in my career? what would true openness look like in both my relationships and career?”

★ leo rising ★ with pluto in leo rising’s 7th house of relationships, they’re invited to explore where their self-worth is intertwined with external approval. shadow work involves examining any patterns of people-pleasing or overcompromising due to hidden fears of rejection. uranus in the 11th house prompts them to shift their social dynamics and find fulfillment beyond admiration. neptune and saturn in the 9th house further challenge leo rising to question long-held beliefs that may have propped up their public image rather than supported authentic growth. by working through these dynamics, leo rising can develop relationships based on mutual respect and self-confidence, finding satisfaction beyond external validation. ☆ prompts: “where am i seeking approval in relationships and social circles? what beliefs about myself might i have formed around admiration or validation? what would it feel like to create connections based purely on mutual respect and authenticity? how can i affirm my self-worth without external reinforcement?”

★ virgo rising ★ pluto’s influence in virgo rising’s 6th house of work and health calls them to confront perfectionism and productivity-based self-worth. shadow work here involves examining any beliefs that their value is tied to their usefulness, revealing a fear of inadequacy. with uranus transiting the 10th house, they’re encouraged to redefine career goals and embrace innovative paths, shedding rigid ideals of success. they may uncover where they’ve sacrificed personal joy for others’ approval. by releasing control over outcomes, virgo rising can foster a healthier relationship with work, recognizing that self-worth isn’t defined by accomplishment, and embracing balance over perfection. ☆ prompts: “in what areas of my life do i feel driven by the need to be ‘perfect’? how does being useful contribute to my sense of worth? what would embracing imperfection allow me to experience in my daily life? where am i putting others’ needs before my own joy, and how can i shift this?”

★ libra rising ★ pluto’s energy in libra rising’s 5th house of creativity and romance brings up insecurities around self-expression, inviting them to confront fears of rejection or failure in love and creativity. shadow work involves exploring where they’ve stifled individuality to gain admiration. with neptune and saturn transiting the 7th house of relationships, libra rising is also asked to address dependency patterns, particularly where they’ve put their own needs aside to maintain peace. they’ll need to confront any fear of being alone, understanding that harmony begins with self-acceptance. through this process, libra rising can cultivate self-worth, finding freedom to express their true self in love and creativity. ☆ prompts: “where have i held back my true self in creative or romantic expressions? what am i afraid others will see if i show my full self? how do i compromise my needs to keep the peace, and what would happen if i didn’t? how can i practice self-acceptance in relationships, so my needs are honored?”

★ scorpio rising ★ with pluto in scorpio rising’s 4th house of home and family, they’re prompted to confront emotional security and past patterns that may limit intimacy. shadow work involves addressing fears of vulnerability and abandonment, particularly where family dynamics may have shaped emotional defense mechanisms. with uranus in the 8th house of intimacy, they’ll feel challenged to release control issues that limit trust, uncovering fears of betrayal. this period encourages scorpio rising to establish security within, understanding that true strength comes from embracing emotions fully. by confronting these fears, they can build a foundation rooted in openness and trust, fostering deeper connections and self-acceptance. ☆ prompts: “what fears come up when i consider being vulnerable with those close to me? how have family dynamics influenced my current relationships? where do i exert control in intimate situations out of fear of betrayal? what would building security within myself, rather than relying on external stability, look like?”

★ sagittarius rising ★ sagittarius rising’s 3rd house of communication is transformed by pluto, pushing them to address insecurities around self-expression and social dynamics. shadow work here involves examining fears of judgment or appearing vulnerable, which may lead to overconfidence or projecting a confident facade. with neptune and saturn in the 5th house, they’re also encouraged to explore where they’ve avoided commitment or depth in relationships, fearing vulnerability. they may realize escapist habits have kept them from genuine connections. by embracing authenticity and communicating openly, sagittarius rising can cultivate deeper bonds, finding self-worth beyond surface interactions and discovering the joy of meaningful connections. ☆ prompts: “where do i hold back in conversations to avoid vulnerability? how do i use confidence as a shield against deeper connection? what would it look like to truly engage in depth with those i care about? where have i avoided commitment in relationships, and how has this limited my sense of connection?”

★ capricorn rising ★ pluto’s shift into capricorn rising’s 2nd house of values and finances invites them to confront deep-seated fears around scarcity and self-worth, especially where they’ve linked value to financial stability. shadow work involves addressing attachments to success and control, particularly if they equate worth with income or status. uranus’s influence in the 6th house challenges them to release rigid routines and embrace a more balanced approach to work. by confronting fears that tie self-worth to external achievements, capricorn rising can embrace a sense of value that transcends professional image, fostering a life that prioritizes both accomplishment and inner peace. ☆ prompts: “where have i connected my self-worth to my financial or career success? what beliefs do i hold about success and control, and how have they shaped my life choices? how would my daily life change if i released my need for financial validation? what does a balanced approach to work and self-care look like for me?”

★ aquarius rising ★ with pluto in aquarius rising’s 1st house, they face intense transformation of self-identity, urging them to confront fears around authenticity. shadow work involves addressing any fear of rejection or being “too different,” particularly where they’ve suppressed their individuality to fit in. with uranus in their 5th house, they’re encouraged to embrace creative and romantic vulnerability, examining where detachment may have limited expression. by releasing the need for external validation, aquarius rising can redefine self on their own terms, embracing uniqueness and developing deeper, more honest connections. ☆ prompts: “where do i feel the need to conform to be accepted? what parts of myself do i hold back in creative or romantic settings? how would it feel to let my unique qualities shine without fear of judgment? where am i relying on external validation for a sense of belonging?”

★ pisces rising ★ pluto’s move into pisces rising’s 12th house of the subconscious triggers a period of deep introspection, highlighting hidden fears and self-sabotaging tendencies. shadow work here involves facing unresolved pain or traumas that may have led to escapism or martyrdom. neptune and saturn in the 2nd house of values prompt them to re-evaluate self-worth, particularly where they’ve linked it to spiritual ideals or self-sacrifice. by addressing these patterns, pisces rising can establish a healthier foundation for self-worth, discovering inner strength and grounding their spirituality in reality. ☆ prompts: “what fears or past pain am i avoiding by disconnecting from reality? where do i overextend myself, sacrificing my needs for others? how have i equated worth with self-sacrifice, and how can i separate these? what would grounded self-worth look like in my daily life?”

#astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #astrology transits #astrology shadow work

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Zodiac Signs Who Will Be The Main Characters of 2025 🏆✨🎉

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🥇 PISCES (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

SATURN IN PISCES (January 2025-May 2025) + (September 2025-February 2026):

Taking responsibility for your life, focusing on personal growth, developing resilience, defining who you are on your own terms, building a solid foundation for the future, turning your visions into reality.

VENUS & MERCURY RETROGRADE IN PISCES (Retrograde Overlap from March 14th 2025-March 24th 2025):

An important moment for reflection, taking a closer look at your relationships and the ways you communicate, revisiting old connections, rediscovering forgotten passions, slowing down to realign with your inner truth.

LUNAR ECLIPSE IN PISCES (September 7th 2025):

A powerful moment of culmination and transformation, sudden shifts and insights about your identity and personal path, shedding what’s holding you back so you can step into your next chapter with purpose.

🥈 ARIES (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

SATURN IN ARIES (May 24th 2025 - September 1st 2025):

The beginning of a new cycle in your personal growth, taking responsibility for your goals, stepping into a leadership role in your life, confronting self-doubt, maturing or redefining your sense of self.

NEPTUNE IN ARIES (March 30th 2025-October 22nd 2025):

A wave of inspiration and imagination, dream big and align your actions with a higher sense of purpose, reconnecting with your intuition and spiritual potential, reimagining who you are and how you present yourself to the world, visionary thinking, taking inspired action.

As Saturn dips back into Pisces (September 2nd 2025-February 14th 2026), you’ll revisit some emotional or spiritual themes from the past to tie up any loose ends. This reflective period will prepare you for the full-on Saturn in Aries experience (starting on February 15th 2026-April 13th 2028), where you’ll step into greater authority and responsibility.

🥉 GEMINI (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

JUPITER IN GEMINI (May 26th 2024-June 8th 2025):

A year of personal growth, stepping into your confidence, expanding your horizons, embracing the best version of yourself, discovering what makes you shine and leaning into it, feeling more open to explore new ideas or even physical experiences, an excellent time for networking and claiming the spotlight.

URANUS IN GEMINI (July 7th 2025-November 7th 2025):

A preview of revolutionary changes to your identity, the urge to break free from old roles or expectations, reinventing yourself, adopting a new look, a shift in how you express yourself, taking center stage in your own life, redefining who you are, reclaiming your narrative. Consider this your “trailer” for the personal evolution and breakthroughs ahead. This energy will play out fully starting on the 26th of April 2026.

🎖 CANCER (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

JUPITER IN CANCER (June 9th 2025-June 30th 2026):

Amplified confidence and sense of self, focusing on personal growth, improving your self-image, taking bold steps toward your goals, a renewed sense of purpose and an inner glow that others can’t help but notice.

SATURN IN ARIES (May 24th 2025 - September 1st 2025):

Confronting situations where you need more courage and determination, feeling the pressure to balance ambitions with your emotional needs, a period of setting boundaries and taking responsibility for your future, stepping into a more structured, ambitious version of yourself without losing your emotional depth.

🏅VIRGO (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)

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A year of personal reinvention, pivotal moments where you’re inspired to redefine your personal goals, a fresh chapter, prioritizing your needs and embracing your strengths.

SATURN IN PISCES (January 2025-May 2025) + (September 2025-February 2026):

Taking responsibility for your life, making tough decisions, a test of boundaries in relationships, reevaluation of partnerships, dealing with external pressure, assessing who you are, what you want, and how you show up in the world, letting go of limiting beliefs.

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lilghostiequinni · 10 months ago

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Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: F1 Champion!female oc (Valentina;Val) x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, Established relationship, previously mentioned Pregnancy, Engagment

Summary: She's the first female driver in F1 to race in a whole season, and she's the first to win more than a handful of race, let alone the World Champion, she's done it once, at the beginning of Red Bull dominance, can she do it again as it's dominance diminishes?

Requested: NO / yes

In 2018, history was made when Valentina Norr signed for a full season as a Red Bull driver rather than a extended contract of a reserve driver for McLaren or Mercedes.

It was in 2020, when she made history again, when she became the first woman to win the World Championship, having taken Lewis Hamilton on for most of the season to win the championship and won by a mere 3 points.

It was speculated for months that after her win she would move to Mercedes then it was Ferrari, then McLaren. Also being speculated that after a mere two years of racing full time she was going to retire as it was only a 2-year contract with Red Bull.

But in the end it was announced for a contract extension to the 2022 season, a 2-year extension.

Then in 2022, there were more speculations of her moving from Red Bull to McLaren to be teammates rather than rivals with her boyfriend of six years Lando Norris.

Having met at McLaren in late 2016 and later in October 2017 starting to date.

But again stayed in Red Bull with both her and Max being announced to stay until the end of the 2028 season, a 6-year extension.

But it was just before the start of the 2023 season that it was announced that Sergio Perez would be taking the place of Valentina Norr as she would be unable to compete in the 2023 season.

During the season it was speculated many times as to why she was missing the entire season as no injury could make her stay out that long.

It wasn't until the 7th race of the season that she could be seen in the garage on the pit wall of Red Bull seemingly helping out her teammate Max Verstappen.

Again fans went crazy, speculating what could possibly be wrong, she seemed fine with no injuries.

Then at the 9th race of the season, ahead of race weekend Valentina took the social media to address rumors on why she was not participating in the season saying, "I have personal reasons to not race in the 2023 season, I want to be in the races and on the podiums so badly with Max, but my world changed over break and now revolves around more things than racing. I know so many of you miss me on that track, I miss being on the track too. But rest assured, I should be fine and ready to race next season. I look forward to seeing you all. But for now root for Max and Lando."

It captioned photos of her that where taken on the put wall and throughout the races she had been at during the season.

Then from the 10th race of the Spanish Grand Prix to the 17th race of the Italian Grand Prix fans noticed that she seemed to not appear at all in the Pit Wall or garage of Red Bull.

But when she returned in Singapore for the 18th race, she wasn't seen in Red Bull, but in McLaren all decked out in McLaren merch, having been seen watching from the Pit Wall.

She was seen at the rest of the races for the season, never straying far from McLaren, leading many to speculate that she would be moving to McLaren in 2024, taking Oscar's seat.

But when it was announced that Valentina Norr was going to be returning to Red Bull in the 2024 season, fans loved that she would be returning.

Though over the break before the 2024 season there was many rumors on why she left and opted out of the 2023 season so close to start, but with the speculations of why also came the paranoia of if it would happen again in 2024.

Which it didn't, Valentina was there from the first race of the season in Bahrain, getting P2 on the podium with Max and Lando.

In Saudi Arabia, she got P1 just milliseconds before Max.

Australia, she got P2 ahead of Lando and Charles, behind Carlos.

Then came Japan, and her getting P2 again behind Max and ahead of Carlos.

In China, she got P1 ahead of Lando and Max, P2 and P3 respectively.

In Miami, Valentina got P4, just under the podium, but still celebrated for Lando's win.

At Imola, she got P1 just milliseconds before Lando, who got P2.

With Monaco, she got P5 behind both Ferraris and McLarens.

In Canada, she got P1 with Lando and George following.

The Spanish and Austrian races having the same result of P1.

In Silverstone, she got P2 behind Lando, but got fastest lap.

At Hungary, she again got P1.

Belgium, Valentina got P2 and fastest lap.

The Dutch Grand Prix resulted in her ending in 2nd behind Max and ahead of Lando.

The Grand Prixes of Italy, Baku, Singapore, and the United States all had her ending P1 with two fastest laps.

In Mexico, she pitted at the wrong time losing her P1 place to Max and P2 to Lando, but she got fastest lap.

The three races of Brazil, Las Vegas, and Qatar, she ended P1 with fastest lap in Brazil.

At Abu Dhabi, she got fastest lap and P1, making history again by winning a second World Championship with 526 points.

On the podium, Valentina stood on the 1st place podium with Max in P2 and Lando in P3.

After the champagne spray and podium celebration, no one in the podium platform moved as Valentina went to get off of the podium stage, but Max pointed behind her to her boyfriend.

When she turned she found that Lando was on one knee.

"Valentina Norr, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and making the happiest man alive by adding is to your name? You are the mother of my children and took a break from your career to be the best mom ever and you still are, but you could also be the perfect wife. So will you, Valentina Norr of Peru, marry me, Lando Norris of England?" Lando opened the ring box in his hand.

Valentina had tears in her eyes and quickly nodded her head, as Lando stood up and put the ring on her finger, leaving her speechless.

When she finds her voice all she can say is, "I love you, so so much."

She does find her voice seconds later, "You are the best father to our children and will continue to be and you are going to make the most amazing husband."

Then their three kids were brought out onto the podium, two boys and a girl, one of the boys seemed to be older than the other and the girl.

"It's your turn to win next year," Valentina says to Lando.

A/N: I just want to say the last name of Norr was not the original plan of Noor, but I looked up Norr name meaning and it means north with Norris meaning northerner and I though it was funny and kept it. Shall we finish all of the 9 that I have to do? This is 2 of 9. I changed it from 12 because a two for today are collections that I'm still finalizing some things, and one I'm thinking of making it into two parts.

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