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Derivative astrology

Your spouse's reputation

For this method, we'll be looking at the 4th house of your natal chart, the 4th house ruler & planets in the 4th house to determine your future spouse's (public) reputation and quite possibly what they are known for. Although not a direct link, it can also give you hints about their possible career too. Does not translate to their actual Midheaven sign or placement, it's their energy.

Signs & degrees

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In °0 👉🏻check for Aquarius

In retrograde 👉🏻 calmer or opposite version of non retrograde

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Aries (°1,°13,°25)

Your partner is known as quite the flirt. Not to say they are a Casanova, but something about them just oozes raw sexuality, confident and some how childish fun or innocence. They can be coy and act like they got their shit together (high nose and everything) but they're not trying to sell anyone that image permanently. They are known for their enthusiasm and energy often giving 100% of themselves into something even if it may appear measley to others. They are also protective and may get rather hot headed (have a brat streak) to them. They are a hard worker and people appreciate their strength and resilience.

🍡Possible careers: dancer, self employed, any job that requires movement or physical attraction/contact/agility & hard work or labour.

Taurus (°2,°14,°26)

Your partner is known for being a levelheaded individual with a friendly yet professional temperament. They have a warm and strong presence that eases the mind of everyone that they meet. They are always seen as presentable and expensive. People know them for their good taste and easygoing yet still strong and enduring personality. They have the ability to ease one's doubt with just their presence alone. They are seen as gracious and we'll mannered too, many will find your spouse relatable.

🍡Possible careers: Anything that has to do with children, beauty, fashion, partnerships, business person

Gemini (°3,°15,°27) | Mercury in or conjunct the 4th House

Your future spouse is know to be quite the comedian. They are someone people find incredibly entertaining and always the interesting character. It may be hard for people to peel their eyes or attention away from your spouse as they are naturally humours. They are known to be someone with a quick mind, and a knack for talking. Like, reaally talking. People could praise them for having a good voice or something about their voice just feels so good to hear or is prominent in some way. They could be the person with the funny accent, expressive speech pattern, good voice or chronic overthinker/oversharer. Witty, smart and also tend to critique themselves a lot. Either way, their voice & thoughts plays an important role in their reputation.

🍡Possible careers: Singers, musicians, teachers, writers, comedians, actors, whatever that requires talking, expressiveness, creativity and entertainment

Cancer (°4,°16,°28) | Moon in the or conjunct the 4th house

Your partner as a kind, reassuring presence. People often come to them for support or see them as an emotionally supportive and nurturing individual. They may feel like a mother in a way, even if they are a man. They are known for their empathy and compassion as well as their emotional intelligence. Your spouse gives off the energy of a caretaker and someone who is careful & considerate. Some may come off like a mom or a grandmother to others lol.

Ex: Barack Obama has natal IC in Taurus °28 Cancer. Michelle is known for her calm demeanor, and her authentic personality. She's disciplined, caring and emotionally intelligent. I should also mention he has Moon in the 4th house. She was well respected and loved as during the time she was first lady.

🍡Possible careers: Retail, home realtors, doctors, advisor, nurse, doctor, anything that requires authenticity and "soul"

Leo (°5,°17,°29) | Sun in or conjunct the 4th House

Your partner has a reputation of being loud & proud (and for some, abrasive). They are a strong character on their own and do not let anything change their way or perspective about anything. They are known to have a strong mentality, they are also known as a passionate fighter. Something about their looks is always talked about or noticed as well. They could be known to look a certain way.

🍡Possible careers: entertainer, actor, model, teacher, anything that requires them to be bold and bring attention to themselves

Virgo (°6,°18)

Your future partner is known to be quite the critique in both the good way & bad. They're known to be quite and have a lot on their mind. This usually is most evident when they start getting into "the zone" and people will know not to obstruct them during that time. You partner is know to be a generally good natured individual who may come off as rather dry at times even if they are a naturally friendly person. They are know to be smart (which means more towards intuition or introspection). Your partner has quite the reliable reputation being everyone's go-to person.

🍡Possible careers: doctor, teacher, nurse, secretary, someone that works at a church or any job that requires them to help others or methodical work

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Libra (°7,°19) | Venus in or conjunct the 4th House

Your partner is known to be an easygoing, likeable person with a strong sense of justice and morality. They're likely known as someone smart and persuasive too. Their looks, business, connections or relationships with other people tend to be the highlight of their reputation.

🍡Possible careers: Model, any job that requires them to deal with other people, socializing, interacting, debating or planning, group work, secretary etc

Scorpio (°8,°20) | Pluto conjunct or in the 4th House

Your partner is known as a shy, or rather repressive. They are known to be rather messy & reclusive as well. They are known to be strong and passionate and is able to endure a lot of things that come their way. They could seem rather emotionally driven, raw and powerful but they may or may not know how to control that energy. Some may be been as rather violent or have self destructive tendencies. In some cases, they may be described as "to exploit or be exploited". They could be known as scary too lol.

🍡Possible careers: anything that requires hard work, may have dangerous or controversial careers, something that requires a lot of strength or resilience from them, anything that requires them to oppose something

Sagittarius (°9,°21) | Jupiter in or conjunct the 4th House

Your spouse has a big personality, and someone that everyone tends to like due to how enthusiastic and friendly they are. They tend to have a comedic reputation, being someone chill yet still sharp and knowledgeable. They have the "funny man/woman" reputation. They are known to have a big or exotic, exaggerated energy about them.

Ex: Ryan Reynolds has his natal IC in Sagittarius °22 Capricorn. Blake is known to be a fun and humourous person (sort of embodying a similar energy as him in a way) though people tend to have mixed feelings about her due to her abrasive (exaggerated) nature. I don't think she was acting when she was in Gossip Girl lmao.

🍡Possible careers: anything that requires them to be the center of attention, something that requires them to think or give their opinion about often, could be a desirable job, anything related to storytelling as well like writers, actors or a lyricist

Capricorn (°10,°22) or Saturn in & conjunct IC

Your partner is known to be someone with a good head on their shoulder. Someone with a clear purpose or desire in life. People find them respectful and hardworking. They take on most of their duties seriously and may be hard on themselves as well. It's their hardwork and professionalism that people usually notice most (what they're known for).

In the °22nd degree specifically, people have very.. varied opinions of your spouse. On one hand people may really like them and find them powerful and influential yet on the other hand people can also find them to be self centered or obnoxious.

🍡Possible careers: anything surrounding business, anything that requires them to be a certain way or at more in control of themselves, a job that may be criticized or requires them to be responsible (I know it's vague asf but that's usually the case). Could also work for themselves.

Aquarius (°11,°23) or Uranus in & conjunct the IC

Your spouse is known as someone who is innovative and resourceful. They have a quick way about them, and usually they are known to think outside of the box. They may be known to be quite rebellious and brazen. May be known as quite the smarty pants too. Someone who does things their way. Their methods may be questionable, but they seem to be quite certain of it. Some with these placements may have a partner with a "trainwreck" reputation.

🍡Possible careers: the dreaded freelancer (lmao), anything in relation to the internet or technology, doing what they want, a career that requires them to express themselves as they want or are

Pisces (°12,°24)

Your spouse is known for being a kind, funny person with a mellow personality. They are also known for being a "bubbly" mutable person, that does not judge or ground themselves to a certain way or energy, they tend to have a youthful personality regardless of their age. They are emotional and sensitive but may appear rather irrational at times. They are known to be quite the sociable person as well even with strangers. Also, they have a bit of a "clumsy" reputation. Their creativity and sensitivity is what they're most known for.

🍡Possible careers: teachers, caretakers, actors, whatever that requires them to adapt themselves accordingly, dealing with children or music and creativity

Asteroids

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Mars in or conjunct the 4th house

( not an asteroid but I wanted to separate mars from the others)

Your partner may have a "hustler" grindset (mindset). They are likely known as a pathfinder too (doing things that others may not, taking more risks, doing things first). They are known to be a vitalizing presence that may act before thinking or strike when the iron is hot! They are an opportunistic person, and are seen as very passionate about whatever it is that they do (albeit annoying at times or one track minded).

Ex: Beyoncé has Cancer IC °18 Virgo with North Node & Mars in the 4th house. Jay-Z is a business man through and through. He is a way paver, and has his money on his mind.

Neptune in or conjunct the 4th House

(Again, not an asteroid but I wanted to separate it)

Your partner is known as someone very charming yet misleading. They are known to be a people person, or someone that everyone can get along with. People may idealise your partner as well for their talents, looks or personality.

Chiron in or conjunct the 4th House

Your partner is known to be a self sacrificing person. They may give more to others than themselves. They have a very healing presence and are known to be rather humble. Though for some it means that they are seen as someone incompetent or easy to brush off or disrespected.

🍡Possible careers: healers, doctors, advisors anything requiring patience, support and understanding

Groom (5129) or Briede (19029) in or conjunct the 4th house

Your future spouse may be known for being your partner, people usually link their reputation to you in some way. Could also be seen as someone dedicated. If you are masculine and are attracted to the feminine, then having Briede in the 4th can result in them being more prominently noticed in as a partner or in their career life compared to you & vice versa for Groom.

Ex: Michael Jackson has Groom in Cancer °0 in the 4th house. Both Lisa and Debbie were noted as his spouse and are still known for being so married to him. He is more the center of attention in the public eye when they are together is what I mean.

Ex ii: Ariana Grande has Briede in her 4th house. Even when she's with any of her parents, she is more popular or seen as the center of attention more than her partners.

Juno in or conjunct the 4th House

Your partner is known to be a very professional, yet zealous and vibrant. People find them to be very attractive (personality wise) as they look and act confident & desirable!

Starr (4150) in or conjunct the 4th House

Your spouse is known to be someone that people tend to idealise or admire. They are the "it" person, or someone that may seem like they have the upper hand in life & especially in their career or with their public life. They are just perceived as someone very charming & lucky.

Fama (408) in or conjunct the 4th House

Your spouse or partner can be quite popular, they tend to be the talk of the town or wherever that they go (for whatever reason). People could notice your partner most when you are together or they may boost your image in a way. It's not necessarily tied to traditional fame.

North Node in or conjunct the 4th House

Your partner is known to be quite the workaholic. They are someone with a clear purpose in mind, and are very focused on themselves & that aforementioned sense of purpose. They tend to be people who are respected for whatever they do as well.

Lilith in or conjunct the 4th House

Your spouse is known to be the unconventional type. They tend to stand out the most wherever they go or wherever they work due to their distinctive energy and personality, this can make them sort of a "star player", but at the same time can mean they attract a lot of competition or jealousy as well. People tend to look or stare at them a lot. Still, I think this placement can go both ways; either they are seen as an asshole or people are assholes to them (they make others insecure).

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Hope this helps ♡

@northopalshore

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⭒ .๋ ࣭ ⊹ ˖ 「𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞—𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲.」

fandom.: bungou stray dogs

synopsis.: bungou stray dogs characters reacting to seeing you in lingerie

ft.: dazai, chuuya, yosano, ranpo, atsushi & fyodor x afab!reader

cw.: !nsfw!, established relationship, vaginal sex, fingering, light bondage, oral sex, pet names, vulgar language

word count.: 2.6k (approximate reading time; nine minutes)

note.: wrote this instead of learning for my a-levels and i really just wanted to practice my character deception and smut writing (?) anyway, hope you enjoy!

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dazai.:

dazai doesn’t particularly care whether you’re wearing lingerie or not. don’t get him wrong—he appreciates the fine black lace and the way it frames your tits so nicely, making you look absolutely delectable. and the fact that you’ve taken the time, wondering if he would like it, makes his heart swell. but you could just as well be wearing knee-high socks and one of his shirts, and he’d still consider it lingerie.

that said, it is dazai we’re talking about, so expect a lot of teasing—either direct or laced with much innuendo. he absolutely notices the small things too—like the ribbon detailing, or if the lace has any patterns on it—really just letting the sight sink in. something about the sheerness of it all, about seeing you but not seeing everything, just arouses him. it feels scandalous. enticing.

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dazai smirks the moment you start to undress, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks you over. “my, my, belladonna. look at you, all dressed up so prettily for me,” he coos, slowly tracing the lace with his fingers, admiring the delicate fabric. he’s careful not to tear it. “you know, since you go to the trouble of wearing these, you might as well put on a show for me,” he says, and it doesn’t take long before you’re rubbing your clit through your panties, a noticeable stain already soaking the fabric.

desperate little moans escape your lips while he watches you, condescending but oh-so-sweet words falling from his mouth. “come on, bella. you can do better than that. right now, you’re not really deserving of my cock.” he says, seemingly having no regard for the current state you’re in and how much you want to feel him inside of you.

he fists his own cock right in front of you for a little extra motivation, the tip already leaking pre-cum and practically begging for your warm, slick cunt, almost making you drool at how ethereal he looks. every lazy stroke of his hand makes you whimper, the need between your legs growing unbearable. only when you’re soaking wet, your movements slower and more urgent, does he finally let you ride his aching cock—his eyes leaving your bouncing tits only to drink in your fucked-out expression. “tired already, love? aah, just a bit longer… your expression looks so beautiful right now.”

chuuya.:

chuuya likes you going out of your way to surprise him, especially with such a nice setting—your bedroom dim, jazz playing low, wine already poured. however, he never would have thought you’d surprise him with lingerie. not that he’s complaining, though. in fact, he loves seeing you like this, seeing the thigh stockings squeezing your plump flesh just right. he loves that you chose a bolder color too! although it wouldn’t really matter since anything looks gorgeous on you, but the red really has his focus. it’s striking, fiery, and impossible to ignore—just like you. and it’s such a nice contrast against your skin.

if he had known you were going to buy lingerie for him, he definitely would have kept you company, maybe made you try different sets on too, and perhaps have you suck him off in the dressing room.

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as you slowly undress in front of chuuya, revealing your red lingerie, he’s momentarily stunned before letting out an amused huff. “appreciate the sight, doll,” he says, taking his sweet time admiring the stitching, drawn to the way the lace hugs your curves.

he orders you to take a spin, slowly, stopping once your ass is in view. he runs a gloved hand along the curve, snapping the fabric of the lace against your skin teasingly before spanking you once. you let out a whine at the slightly painful sensation before he traces soothing circles around the pink mark. his hand then slides between your thighs, one finger gliding along your clothed slit. he admires the way your body reacts to his touch before his hand reaches the curve of your ass again. this time, he delivers another slap—harder than the last, but still bearable.

despite his earlier reverence and the restraint he was showing, his patience eventually snaps, and he pushes you face-first against the window, tearing the fabric with ease. in his mind, you could always buy a new one, and he’ll gladly lend you the money for it if it means he gets to see you like this more often. he rubs his dick against your ass leisurely, drawing out little moans from you before he thrusts it into your already drenched cunt. “damn, you’re so fucking hot, darling. gonna fill you up good tonight. god—you have no idea how pretty you look right now.”

yosano.:

yosano had never seen you in any form of special lingerie besides the usual matching bra and panties you wear daily, perhaps sometimes decorated with a bit of lace. so it comes as a surprise when she sees you walking out of the bathroom in a delicate ivory lace set instead of a towel, especially when you said you’d only take a shower.

she’s confused for a second but definitely appreciates the sight, particularly since the set you chose looks somewhat vintage—much to her delight and in line with her sense of style. yet, there’s a subtle hint of disappointment in her, that you chose to reveal yourself in such a tempting outfit only now. then again, she could have taken the lead as well, considering how much she likes to tease you, especially when it involves such sensuality.

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yosano hums in approval, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “well, look at you. i didn’t know you had such refined taste.” she steps closer, fingers grazing the hem of the lace, inspecting its quality. the floral details catch her attention, and she traces the pattern with a velvety touch before slowly beginning to strip the top off of you. as much as she enjoys seeing the creamy lace on you, she’d much rather see you without it, caressing your smooth skin with her bare hands.

“don’t worry. i think these might come in handy later,” she says in a suggestive manner, clearly hinting at something. and that something isn’t far off as she continues to strip you, planting feathery kisses along your soft skin. you enjoy the attention she’s giving you, feeling your cheeks grow warmer as her kisses become more demanding. eventually, she uses the lingerie to lightly tie your hands to the bed frame, your expression earning an amused chuckle from her.

she continues to plant kisses down your neck to your breasts, sucking on one of your nipples while teasing your clit with a deft touch. a soft moan escapes your lips as your body tenses up at the sensation, and you rub yourself against her, wanting her to touch you more. your gaze grows pleading as you look up at her, and she teases your entrance before pushing two fingers inside of you. you arch your back ever so slightly, craving her to push deeper. “tsk, tsk, tsk, what an impatient little thing you are,” she says before removing her hand, enjoying seeing you struggle, unable to feel her touch no matter how much you want to or how much you beg. “aw, don’t give me that look, dear. if you’re being good, then i’ll continue.”

ranpo.:

ranpo loves attention—your attention especially. he’s shameless about it too, always acting like he deserves to be pampered, spoiled, adored. even when he’s not trying to be sexy, somehow he still is—lying around lazily, smirking at you like he knows exactly what he does to you. he’s a brat sometimes, but that only makes it even better when you finally get to catch him off guard. though, that’s hard, considering he’s able to deduce what you’re planning from a mile away.

still, you try anyway, hoping he’ll miss just this one small detail that makes everything click into place. however, it seems you failed today’s attempt at surprising him. when you enter the bedroom in a sheer, soft pink lingerie set—the color reminding him of one of his favorite candies, which was probably intentional—he looks nowhere near surprised. or is he?

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ranpo blinks up at you from where he’s sprawled out on the bed, having already suspected you were up to something since you took too long to change and he heard the shuffle of clothes. however, he didn’t expect this—so he’s definitely surprised, if only for a second. he’s blushing slightly before clearing his throat, trying to mask his flustered state. “oh? what’s this? a gift? for me?” he purrs, stretching like a cat as he sits up straight.

you roll your eyes playfully, noticing the faint blush on his cheeks and teasing him about it. upon hearing all your embarrassing words, he grows pouty, crossing his arms and looking away—though only slightly. a tinge of guilt gnaws at you as you crawl onto the bed with him, earning a chuckle when you try to comfort him, but he only acted out so you’d come closer without him needing to get up. you played right into his hands. “look at you... all sweet and concerned just for me,” he hums, brushing a finger along the curve of your breast as he admires the neat stitching of your top. “hope you don’t mind if i skip unwrapping you—i’m a little impatient tonight.”

before you can even tease him back, ranpo mouths hungrily along your throat, his fingers already slipping beneath the lace, shameless and greedy. your breath hitches as he suddenly clings to you, and you return the favor, kissing him with just as much desire. however, ranpo doesn’t hold out long, so he’s out of breath pretty soon, which means he makes you do all the work. of course, that includes you sucking him off with your tits out, too lazy to do anything himself despite the effort you put into wearing this just for him. but you oblige his wishes, knowing that what comes after will be even sweeter. “don’t worry, i’ll reward you after you finish, sweetheart.”

atsushi.:

atsushi isn’t used to being the center of attention, especially not the kind you give him. it doesn’t matter how many times you compliment him, how many lingering looks you throw his way—he’s still easily flustered. but deep down, he craves it, craves being wanted. he just can’t get over the fact that someone as beautiful as you actually likes him, wants him. it’s deeply rooted inside his mind from years of abuse at the orphanage that he’s not worthy of such love. though you slowly get him accustomed to it, step by step.

today is another step, where you want to show just how much you appreciate him with a little gift. he looks confused and nervous when he shows up, probably wondering if he missed your anniversary or something after you texted him to come over, saying you have a surprise for him. and when he sees you waiting for him in a white lace set, his heart races and his cheeks turn red. turns out, atsushi is utterly weak for white lingerie. the color feels so delicate, pure, and almost bridal, and the symbolism absolutely scrambles his brain—even if you didn’t intend it to be.

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“you… what are you–!” he stammers, his eyes darting everywhere but you. it’s only when you tell him to look at you that he slowly drags his gaze back, seemingly a bit embarrassed. you take a few steps closer, allowing him to better notice the gorgeous yet simple set. it’s not too much, but not too little, and he appreciates that.

he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, his breath hitching slightly. “you’re absolutely breathtaking. of course, y-you’re always breathtaking, but you know… this really suits you. i mean, everything you wear suits you but–” you shut him up with a kiss, asking if he likes what he sees with a teasing smile on your lips. he looks at you, a bit flustered, before sighing to regain his composure, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “shut up,” he says sarcastically, nipping at your neck before picking you up and laying you down on the bed. you giggle at the sudden movement, and he climbs on top of you, seeming a tad more confident than before.

“just so you know, it’s totally your fault if these get ruined,” he teases lightly before kissing down your chest, trailing lower until he reaches your pussy. he pushes the fabric aside and drags a slow, teasing stripe through your folds with his tongue. his hands grip your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his tongue circles and flicks, drawing desperate moans from you. when you’re gasping for air, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his voice low and sincere. “you’re so beautiful, just like this,” he murmurs before diving back in, making your world spin with every lap of his tongue.

fyodor.:

fyodor and you don’t have sex very often, but when you do, it’s always a pleasure in itself. however, lately, you start feeling bored with the same old routine, craving something new. the timing just wasn’t right until now, and my god, do you look absolutely stunning in that white lingerie set. so pure, so innocent, and so angelic. he just loves seeing you in that color. it stirs something inside of him, like he’s defiling something sacred.

he just can't stop thinking about how beautiful you look... and how satisfying it will be to ruin you, to corrupt you. and the fact you did all of this out of your own will, just to please him, gives him such a power trip. it shows your devotion and submission to him, all the while feeding into his superiority complex, making him think you offer yourself to him—which, essentially, you do.

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fyodor freezes in the doorway the moment he sees you—bathed in soft, warm light, delicate white lace hugging your body like a second skin. for a moment, he doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe, his eyes drinking you in with a kind of reverence. a small smile tugs at his lips, deceptively gentle, as he steps closer. “how sweet of you,” he murmurs, voice velvety, a finger coming up to trace the curve of your bare shoulder. “dressing yourself up just for me… like a lamb to the slaughter.” before you can even respond, his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze—the soft white lace suddenly feeling far too fragile for the things he has in mind.

you chuckle faintly, enjoying the way he undresses you with his eyes alone. fyodor toys with the lace, sliding the delicate fabric up your thighs while dragging his fingertips along your skin so lightly it makes you shiver. he hums thoughtfully, pretending to admire you as if he has all the time in the world, even as he feels you growing impatient. his hands peel away the layers of fabric, piece by piece, with agonizing slowness, making you desperate for him to finally touch you. “you dressed so prettily, myshka,” he says, his voice dripping with false sweetness, “and you expect me to ruin you so quickly?” his lips brush over your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. he loves having this much control over you…

when you’re finally bare for him, he doesn’t waste a second, pressing you down against the bed and slipping between your thighs almost ferally. his fingers dig into your hips as he pushes into you, slow but deep, dragging a broken moan from your lips. the stretch burns just right, and he savors the way you clutch at him, needy and trembling beneath his weight. “so perfect,” he breathes against your throat, rolling his hips harder, deeper, like he’s trying to carve the feeling of him into you.

↪thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! MLIST

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I Will Always Care for You | Natasha Romanoff x teen reader!

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑Summary: Natasha tries to get you to eat, while caring for you with all her being.

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑๋Setting: trailer in norway. post-civil war.

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑Content warning: Eating disorder, Anorexia, maternal care and support, mentions of the Red Room.

๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑Word count: 850

The trailer was silent, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. The sunset filtered through the windows, casting a warm light that contrasted with the cold shadow still weighing on you. Sitting on the couch, hugging your knees, you felt a disconnect between your body and what Natasha was asking of you: to eat. Fear loomed over you, the kind you had known all too well, the kind you had learned in the cold and brutal darkness of the Red Room.

You didn’t care what Natasha said; your hands kept gripping your knees, your stomach twisting with each thought trying to convince you that you couldn’t. No, you couldn’t eat.

But then you heard Natasha’s soft footsteps approaching from the kitchen. You knew what she had before you even saw it: her ability to cook something delicious and nutritious that always seemed to comfort you, even if you weren’t willing to admit it. This time, she brought a bowl of hot soup. It wasn’t just any soup; it was her special chicken noodle soup recipe, the one that always seemed to comfort you when you felt like the world was falling apart.

She sat next to you, the tray on her lap. There were no words at first. Natasha knew you couldn’t say anything without feeling embarrassed, and she had no intention of pressing you with questions. Her gaze rested gently on you, not with reproach, but with that patience she alone knew how to offer. She knew what you had been through in the Red Room, what that experience had done to you. She knew it wasn’t easy.

“I know,” Natasha whispered, her voice low but firm. “I know it’s hard. You don’t have to explain it to me. But this, this is not the Red Room, do you understand?”

The cold of the memory washed over you like a wave. The Red Room. Where they trained you to be something more, something less human, something that didn’t feel hunger or pain. For you, eating had stopped being a need, it became a form of control. Something you could master, something you could reject. But all of that was part of what they made you, of what they wanted you to be.

Natasha placed the bowl of soup in front of you, unhurried, but with a firmness that only an adoptive mother could understand. “It’s just food,” she said softly, her tone warm, without judgment. “It’s not what they made you do. It’s just food, and I’m here with you.”

You stared at the soup with empty eyes. The image of the Red Room was still burned in your mind: the cold walls, the whispers of the trainers, the orders that never stopped. The feeling that your body wasn’t yours, that every movement, every action, was under someone else’s control. You had learned not to feel hunger there, because hunger only made you weaker, more vulnerable. You had learned to reject it, to ignore it, to erase it.

“Eating won’t control you,” Natasha continued, as if reading your thoughts. “Eating is just taking care of yourself. It’s your choice.”

It was hard to believe her. But in that moment, looking at her, you knew she was sincere. That she wanted the best for you, that she did it because she saw you, not as an experiment, but as someone valuable, someone who deserved to be cared for.

“I want you to listen to me,” she said calmly. “I know your body is screaming at you not to do it, that the fear feels bigger than the hunger. But fear doesn’t have to win. I’m here, and you’re not alone.”

Her fingers took a spoon and, with unrelenting softness, brought it to your lips. “Just one bite,” she whispered, her voice as soft as a mother comforting her child. “Just one.”

The fear coursed through you again, but something in Natasha’s tone, something in her presence, made you relax just enough to let the first bite touch your lips. It was slow, hesitant, but you took it. The taste was comforting, warm, like an embrace wrapping around your body, and for the first time in a long time, you felt something like peace.

“You did well,” Natasha said, smiling faintly. “Now, another one.”

“I... can’t,” you whispered, struggling against the words you didn’t want to say. “I don’t want to lose control.”

Natasha said nothing. Instead, she lifted the spoon and brought it to you once more. “Eating is not losing control. Eating is being okay. It’s taking care of yourself, your body, your mind.”

Your eyes filled with tears, not because you were sad, but because for the first time in a long while, you felt someone was fighting for you. You weren’t alone. And even though the fear still lingered, Natasha was willing to help you face it, step by step, bite by bite.

“I love you,” Natasha said, when you finally swallowed the second bite, as if it were nothing more than a simple truth. “I love you, and I will take care of you always.”

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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Ishida Uryu, Ukitake Jushiro, Kurosaki Ichigo, Unohana Retsu

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: What would Uryu, Ichigo, and Jushiro do if the reader had trust issues?💜

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: How they care for you and help you overcone your trust issues.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Ishida Uryu

˚₊‧꒰ა Was never put off by your guarded nature. If anything, he recognised it—understood it without needing explanation. There was no pity in his eyes, only a steady kind of patience.

˚₊‧꒰ა He noticed the way your eyes flicked sideways whenever someone got too close, how your shoulders tensed even when he wasn’t doing anything at all. He clocked it early on, but said nothing at first.

˚₊‧꒰ა Wasn’t the type to force conversation. He gave you room like someone quietly making sure they didn’t take up more space than they should.

˚₊‧꒰ა He started by offering little things like mending a tear in your sleeve without a word and leaving it neatly folded beside you. Adjusting your broken equipment mid-training and returning it with a single nod.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I wasn’t sure if you’d be alright with anyone touching your things, so I made sure not to move anything else.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t hover or ask invasive questions. When he invited you out to grab tea, he’d always add, “You don’t have to,” and genuinely meant it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Never commented when you declined. But when you finally showed up one day without being asked, he didn’t gloat—just poured your drink without a word and let the silence settle comfortably.

˚₊‧꒰ა He read people like patterns in fabric—subtle tensions, frayed edges, and stitched over scars. So instead of asking you why you didn’t trust anyone, he tried to show you what it felt like to be treated gently.

˚₊‧꒰ა He remembered everything. If you said once that you didn’t like loud spaces, he’d never suggest one again. If you glanced uncomfortably at someone during a mission, he’d subtly position himself between you and them without ever mentioning it.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to,” he said one night while walking back through the streets of Karakura Town after a mission. “But I’m not going anywhere, if that helps.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You caught him doing little things when he thought you weren’t watching—cleaning blood off your gloves after a fight, returning your misplaced journal to your quarters, making sure no one stood behind you during meetings.

˚₊‧꒰ა He never tried to study you. He wasn’t interested in picking your brain like a puzzle. He just wanted to be someone safe. Someone reliable.

˚₊‧꒰ა His sarcasm came out more once he saw you laugh, even a little. It was more dry and deadpan, like “I suppose that’s one way to dodge a Hollow. Not the one I’d recommend, though.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you flinched once during a sudden burst of spiritual pressure, he stepped closer to say quietly, “It’s just Renji showing off again. No threat.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He started leaving notes when he needed to see you: ‘Would you mind meeting me by the training field? Only if you feel up to it. – Uryu’

˚₊‧꒰ა Eventually, he handed you a spare scarf. “It’s cold,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “And I know you don’t like asking for things.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you ever got overwhelmed, he’d guide you out without comment, stand with you in the quiet until your hands stopped shaking.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re allowed to take your time. Whatever you’re carrying, you don’t have to hand it over. But I’ll walk beside you either way.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d never make promises he couldn’t keep. So when he said “I’m here,” it meant something.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you ever lashed out, pushed him away, snapped defensively—he never guilt-tripped you. Just calmly replied, “Alright. I’ll give you space,” and did.

˚₊‧꒰ა But he always came back. Not to pry, not to fix you. Just to let you know someone was still there.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Trust doesn’t come from declarations,” he said one evening, adjusting his glasses. “It comes from what someone does when you have every reason not to trust them.”

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Ukitake Jushiro

˚₊‧꒰ა Was never put off by your guarded nature. If anything, he recognised it—understood it without needing explanation. There was no pity in his eyes, only a steady kind of patience.

˚₊‧꒰ა He never asked what happened because he believed your story was yours to tell, if and when you ever wanted to.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You don’t owe anyone your history,” he said once while setting tea down in front of you. “But you deserve peace from it, all the same.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He offered trust before asking for yours. Told you things—small, personal details about himself. Illnesses, mistakes, moments of fear—not to force intimacy, but to show you that he wasn’t hiding behind a perfect captain's smile.

˚₊‧꒰ა He noticed how you always sat near the door. Never mentioned it, but made sure meetings were held in open rooms, with no one ever blocking your exit.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you were quiet in a group, he didn’t prod you to speak. But when you did talk, he listened like it was the most important thing said that day.

˚₊‧꒰ა He gave you choice. Every step of the way. “Would you be comfortable with that?” “Shall we walk together?” “Only if you feel alright, of course.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you froze once during a Hollow fight, overwhelmed by panic, he calmly placed a hand on your shoulder, low and steady. “You’re safe. I’ve got this. Breathe.”

˚₊‧꒰ა His voice was like water over stone—soft but certain. It steadied the storm inside your chest without pushing you to explain it.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you snapped, if you retreated, if you said something sharp just to keep him out, he never reacted in anger. Just blinked, sighed quietly and replied, “I know it’s not really me you’re pushing away.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He gave you small tasks at first. Delivering reports, helping him with paperwork, joining him for short walks. Never made it feel like a test—just quiet ways to share space.

˚₊‧꒰ა He left a novel outside your door once, no note attached, just because he thought you’d like it. When you returned it weeks later, he smiled and said, “You kept the corner folded on chapter twelve. That one’s my favourite too.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He cooked when you were too anxious to join group meals. Brought you plates without fanfare, then left so you wouldn’t feel pressure to eat in front of anyone.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re not a burden,” he told you once, gently but firmly. “And you don’t have to earn your place here by suffering silently.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He never tried to hurry your healing. If anything, he slowed things down. Encouraged moments of rest and reminded you gently, “There’s no prize for rushing through pain.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He offered comfort without condition. You didn’t have to explain the tear streaks on your face when you showed up to his office late one night. He simply pulled out a second cup, poured you tea, and sat in silence with you until your hands stopped trembling.

˚₊‧꒰ა Jūshirō never made a dramatic speech about trust. He just made sure you never had to look over your shoulder when he was around.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re safe with me,” he said once, not as a promise, but as something already true.

˚₊‧꒰ა He laughed easily, even when you were withdrawn. His humour was soft, unforced, not meant to drag you into cheerfulness but to remind you that joy still existed around you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t mind your silences. Treated them like comfortable pauses, not awkward gaps. Sometimes he’d sit beside you on the veranda for an hour, watching clouds, never saying a word.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you did speak, finally, about what broke your trust—he didn’t offer platitudes or anger. He simply said, “That should never have happened to you,” and meant it.

˚₊‧꒰ა He reminded you that you weren’t your damage. That your cautiousness didn’t make you difficult—it made you strong in a different way.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re not fragile,” he said one day. “You’re careful. There’s a difference. And it’s alright. I’ll take care with you, too.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You realised one day that you hadn’t flinched when someone touched your arm, and Jūshirō noticed, giving you that warm, quiet smile and said nothing—just let you have that small victory.

˚₊‧꒰ა He knew trust wasn’t a door to be forced open. It was something gently coaxed, day after day, and he never once asked you to change. Only made sure you knew, without doubt, that you were already worth knowing as you were.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Kurosaki Ichigo

˚₊‧꒰ა He noticed something was off, but didn’t know what to do with that knowledge, so he treated you like he did everyone else—blunt, a little gruff, mostly awkward.

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t realise it was trust issues at first. Just thought you didn’t like people, which, to be fair, was something he understood entirely.

˚₊‧꒰ა What clued him in was how you never turned your back to anyone, how you scanned every room like a battlefield, how your jaw always clenched just before anyone got close.

˚₊‧꒰ა He never confronted you about it. Just started doing small things without saying anything—walking beside you without drifting too close, cutting in when someone asked you too many questions, offering you food without the pressure to stay and eat with him.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You don’t have to talk. I’m not trying to drag anything out of you,” he’d mutter when the silence stretched too long. “Just figured…it’s better than eating alone sometimes.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He respected your boundaries, but wasn’t overly delicate either. He was still Ichigo—direct and honest, even if that made things uncomfortable sometimes.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look, I’m not gonna pretend I know what your deal is,” he said once after a mission where you got snappy and distant. “But I’ve had people I couldn’t trust too. You don’t have to trust me. Just…don’t shut yourself in so deep that you forget you’re not alone.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He made space for you without making a fuss. If you needed to leave early, he’d cover for you. If you wanted to tag along on patrols without talking, he’d let you walk in silence.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knowing Ichigo, he had no patience for people who tried to dig into trauma like it was some story to be solved. He kept his own pain buried deep, so he never poked at yours.

˚₊‧꒰ა He started inviting you to things without expectations. “We’re going to the market. You can come if you want. No pressure.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You’d find him lingering nearby during meetings, usually standing rather than sitting, arms crossed and eyes scanning. Always between you and the doorway. Always alert.

˚₊‧꒰ა He never made grand gestures. He just showed up. Every time. Consistently. If you called, he answered. If you needed help, he was there before you finished asking.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I don’t care if you push me away sometimes,” he once told you stubbornly. “I’ll still be here when you need someone to fight beside.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He defended you without turning you into a fragile thing. Let people know with a look alone that you weren’t someone to be patronised or pitied.

˚₊‧꒰ა If you ever had a breakdown, tried to explain yourself, he’d just shake his head and say, “You don’t have to explain. I get it. Just breathe.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He didn’t tiptoe around you. If you were being unfair, he’d call it. “That’s not on me. I haven’t hurt you. Don’t treat me like I have.”

˚₊‧꒰ა But he never held it against you, either. He forgave easily—didn’t forget, but didn’t weaponise your wounds.

˚₊‧꒰ა The first time you asked for something—really asked—he didn’t even blink. Just did it. No questions, no comments, no overthinking.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d be terrible at verbal reassurance, but his actions were loud. He’d show up with your favourite snack, fix your gear, silently stand beside you during hard days.

˚₊‧꒰ა “I’m not leaving. Even if you get pissed. Even if you need space. I’m still here.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Eventually, you realised he never looked at you with pity. Just a kind of fierce loyalty. Like he’d stand between you and the whole damn world if you let him.

˚₊‧꒰ა And when you started to let yourself believe that, even a little, he didn’t smile or gloat. He just exhaled like he’d been waiting the whole time.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Took you long enough,” he muttered once when you actually leaned on him. “Guess I must be doing something right.”

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Unohana Retsu

˚₊‧꒰ა Saw through you immediately. She simply understood what it meant when someone wore calmness like armour, when every move was calculated to keep others at bay.

˚₊‧꒰ა She didn’t pry, didn’t prod. But she watched you with a quiet, measured gaze, the kind that saw things no one else noticed.

˚₊‧꒰ა You didn’t trust her at first. Her kindness felt too smooth, too polished. Too perfect. But beneath the softness was steel, and something in that contradiction made you pay attention.

˚₊‧꒰ა She never asked you to trust her. Never made trust the goal. Instead, she offered consistency—routine, predictability, peace.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You don’t have to speak to be heard,” she told you once, after you sat through an entire meeting without a word. “I heard you quite clearly.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Her presence was oddly calming. Intimidating at first, yes, but with a strange comfort in it—like being under the watch of someone who could end your life but chose, every moment, not to.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you distanced yourself, she didn’t chase, she waited. Continued her work. Sent subtle invitations.

˚₊‧꒰ა She asked for help in small ways, like requesting your assistance mixing medicines or reviewing records. Giving you purpose without pressure.

˚₊‧꒰ა She was clinical when needed, but never cold. You once stumbled into the Fourth bleeding, and her hands were gentle. “There’s no need to brace yourself. I won’t hurt you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა When you apologised later for not trusting her, she simply replied, “You protected yourself. That’s nothing to apologise for.”

˚₊‧꒰ა She never offered false reassurances. She told truths, softly. “You will be betrayed again in your life. But not by me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა She trained with you, often without speaking, only meeting your eyes after each strike. There was something grounding in it—silent, honest combat with no judgement behind it.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you hesitated in trusting her to watch your back in the field, she didn’t take offence. She only said, “I will not ask for your trust. But I will earn it, if you allow me the time.”

˚₊‧꒰ა She never reacted emotionally to your defensive behaviour. When you snapped at her, she only tilted her head slightly and said, “You’re still afraid. I understand.”

˚₊‧꒰ა She started letting you see her unguarded moments—when she coughed alone in her office, when her hands shook from overexertion, when she allowed silence to stretch and said nothing to fill it.

˚₊‧꒰ა She gave you books. Not as gifts, but as quiet offerings. Left on your desk, relevant to your thoughts. “I thought you might find something of value in this.”

˚₊‧꒰ა She created a space for you in her world without ever saying so. You started to realise you had a drawer in her office. A spare uniform. A cup set aside.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’ve built strong walls,” she said once while pouring tea. “But even the strongest walls need gates, eventually. You can choose who passes through.”

˚₊‧꒰ა If you had nightmares, panic, outbursts—she responded with measured calm. No shock, no smothering sympathy. Just a soft hand on your back, and the quiet, “Breathe in. Hold. Exhale. Again.”

˚₊‧꒰ა She never made you feel like a patient to be fixed. She treated you like a soldier—wounded, yes, but capable. Worthy.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once asked her why she bothered, why she kept being kind. Her answer was simple: “Because I’ve lived long enough to know what it means when no one is.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Eventually, you caught yourself trusting her. Letting her close. Resting near her without the constant vigilance.

˚₊‧꒰ა She said nothing when it happened. Only watched with a faint smile that didn’t reach her lips but settled in her eyes instead.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’ve come further than you think,” she said one evening, as you worked quietly beside her. “And no matter how long you take, I’ll be here.”

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