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The Shape of Family ‧₊˚❀༉

As a single dad, Steve’s world revolves around school drop-offs, bedtime rituals, and tee-ball practices—and he's struggling to keep up. But you're always there, happily lending a hand when he needs it most. / masterlist

part four - you give steve a ride and he thanks you with dinner 12k

a/n - this took much longer than expected so thank you for your patience!

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It’s a Friday like any other. Steve arrives at the rec center before you, dressed in an old sweater and a scarf down to his hips. He asks if you’ve slept through your alarm again, the same smile and the same teasing tone he always greets you with. You eat lunch at the same time you always do, in the same office you always have. And there, you offer the same kind of optimism you always bring when Steve sighs about the same never-ending to-do list on his desk.

You’d think it’d have gotten boring by now, just friends Steve, but as every week rolls onto the next you find yourself just as content as you were in the last. Children bear constant surprises, you suppose. Steve never really runs out of funny things to share about Penelope. But even in those brief stretches where the conversation runs dry and you imagine it’s the start of the end of it all, you find yourself as pleased as ever to be friends with someone like Steve.

He’s reliable and honest and he has the same sense of humor as you. He’s polite to a fault, not just to you but to everyone he interacts with. He holds doors for strangers and he greets his coworkers like it’s their last day and he stops you from crossing the road if he sees a car driving too fast.

All to say, you’re feeling especially grateful today for even the most trivial things about Steve like the same walk to your cars parked in the same spots you always park.

“See ya,” Steve calls just before your car door swings shut.

You crank your window down when he stops to mouth something unintelligible through the windshield.

“I said don’t forget your ugly sweater tomorrow,” he repeats.

You roll your eyes. “You aren’t gonna win. Not a chance, Harrington.”

“I dunnooo,” he sings with a shrug. “We’ll have to see.”

There’s an ugly Christmas sweater contest being held at the center’s employee holiday party. You aren’t technically employed, but Steve insisted you’re allowed to go anyway.

You do more work than some of these people. They should honestly pay you at this point.

So you bought the ugliest sweater you could find. Yours has an actual wreath attached and fully operational string lights with its very own battery pack. A fire hazard if you ever saw one. Steve has yet to see it and you’ve yet to see his. And yet you’re both certain you’ll win this contest. It’s been an argument all week. And while it doesn’t truly matter if you win, it’s fun to pretend to be so invested.

“Bye,” you slip in before your window seals shut.

He crawls into the beamer with a final wave. Perhaps self-indulgently, you watch him stow his bag in the passenger seat and drive his car key into the ignition. It’s a pleasantly warm day for December; even through the windshield, the sun bleaches the ends of his hair blonde, his pale skin more reminiscent of a summer tan. But his golden smile flips, frustration weaving its way between his brows. Each turn of his wrist sends the car engine sputtering, you realize.

Steve’s eyes snap to yours and blood rushes to your face, embarrassment like an iron to each cheek, but you quickly adopt his concern instead. You open your door when he steps out of his car.

“Don’t happen to have jumper cables do you?”

You shake your head, teeth clenched in a grimace.

Steve hums and bites his lip. He ducks back into his seat to pull the hood latch. You join him at the front where he props it open and scans the cavity. You aren’t exactly sure what he’s looking for— you don’t even think Steve knows what he’s looking for— but you pretend to look too.

“Must be the battery,” he decides.

“Oh.” You glance up at the center for any stragglers but there are none. You’d stayed late to help Steve reorganize his file cabinets.

“Well, shit,” he sighs, scratching his neck.

“Rich just left right? Maybe I can catch him at the light? He might have cables.”

“No, no. Let me just– shit.”

“What?”

“Penelope. Her teacher conference is tonight. Shit.”

“Can you reschedule?”

“I’ve already rescheduled twice and I have to pick her up anyway. God, her teacher probably thinks I’m such an asshole.”

“It’s okay. I can take you. We can come back with cables and jump the car after?”

Steve says your name defeatedly. “No, no, I’ll just–”

You swing back to your car, insisting, “Steve, it’s fine. Come on.”

He shuts his door and opens yours, offering an I owe you frown over the roof. Frankly, he feels like he owes you way too often. He knows you aren’t keeping track but he wishes you would so he could repay you somehow.

“The car seat,” you remind him at the same exact time he remembers. He unhooks it with minimal struggle and sets it in your backseat to be installed after pickup.

You’ve never driven Steve before. If you had time to worry about all the little things like if your car is clean enough or your driving is smooth enough, you might. But you’ve no idea where you're going. One wrong turn and he’ll be late. Even if you take all the right turns he might still be, and Steve really hates being late.

“So, where am I going?” you ask as you pull out of the parking lot.

“It’s out past Albertson’s on Lakeshore. It’s got a big caterpillar statue in front.”

“Oh, I think I might’ve seen it before.”

“Yeah, probably, it’s right off the main road,” Steve answers, letting his eyes rove across the interior of your car. It’s nothing fancy but you’ve worked hard to maintain it. “Thanks again.”

“Steve.”

He throws a dismissive hand in your peripherals. “I know. I know.”

“What time is the conference?”

He reads the clock on your dash, fingers drumming the center console. “Six. Should just be a few minutes late.”

And he’s right. You pull in just four minutes after six, parking in the spot nearest to the front doors. But it’s just your luck, or maybe Steve’s, that his seat belt buckle would jam. He tugs on the hilt until his fingers ache and it just won’t budge. Your car is well taken care of, but it’s far from new.

“Shit. Sorry.” You unbuckle yourself and lean regretfully across the cup holders onto his side, thumbing the belt’s release button with the entire brunt of your arm. “Things finicky sometimes.”

Steve stretches his arm behind the driver’s seat so you have full access. Your cheek nearly presses his shoulder, your pinky brushing the zipper of his jeans. It’s undeniably intimate but you’re trying really hard not to notice.

After a few good welts, Steve is free, hopping out of his seat and asking, “You comin’?”

You aren’t sure if he wants you to or if he offers out of courtesy, but you’re excited to see Penelope and where she goes to school so there’s no hesitance in your yes.

You follow Steve up to the tinted double doors. He signs Penelope out on a clipboard at the front desk and whisks down a corridor he’s traveled a thousand times. It’s a small school, only two classrooms before Penelope’s and not many after by the looks of it.

A familiar scream redirects your attention from the nameplate on the door. And there’s Penelope, scrambling to her feet and flying across the room right past Steve’s legs to slam into yours.

You catch yourself on the door frame, laughing through your surprise. “Hi, Pen.”

“Hi!” She looks up at you with the world’s biggest smile, locking hands behind your knees and propping her chin against your thigh. Her eyes flick to Steve briefly before returning to yours. “Hi, Dad.”

“Gee, that’s all I get these days, huh?” He flicks the ticklish bit of skin behind her ear until she giggles.

Penelope unlatches herself from you to bestow Steve with his own hug. But he shakes out of her hold as he steps into the room, teasing her, “No, no. I see how it is.”

Her giggle-strewn apology fizzles out as her teacher springs off the floor with the energy of someone half her age, her excitement very distinctly aimed at you.

“Oh my, now look who we have here!” She shuffles over with a hand eager to shake and a smile double the size of yours. “You must be Y/N. Penelope’s told me so much about you, dear.”

“Yes.” You exhale the sudden swell of nervous jitters. You hadn’t expected your tagging along to be such a big deal. And you certainly hadn’t expected Penelope’s teacher to know your name. “Good things, I hope.”

“Of course. Of course! I’m so happy to finally put a face to the name. I’m Mrs. Shepherd, but call me Helen, please.”

“Sorry, I’m late. Car troubles,” Steve supplies.

She drops your hand to wave him off. “Don’t you worry about that. It’s this cold. I’m telling ya it gets colder every year. But please! Come sit,” she urges. “Right over here.” Helen steers three toddler-sized chairs up to a similarly short table and takes the farthest seat for herself.

Penelope bends across Steve’s lap as he sits, watching you crouch down beside him. He drapes an arm across her back and pecks the side of her head. “Good day?”

Her head tilts in his direction as she nods.

“Good. You can go play if you want, babe.”

She doesn’t answer with her words but she remains where she is, twisting and sprawling across Steve’s lap like he’s a human foam roller. Her attention averts to Helen who’s opening a folder and spinning it across the table so both you and Steve can see.

You scan the page naturally but stop to wonder if Penelope’s progress is really any of your business. Steve wouldn’t mind, of course. He invited you to come inside. But suddenly attending his daughter’s parent-teacher conference feels a few steps further than friendship.

Helen points at a graph with the eraser end of her pencil and explains what each dot represents in terms of Penelope’s learning milestones. You aren’t exactly listening to her, not for lack of trying or a lack of Helen’s enthusiasm– she has buckets of that– but because you’re stuck on the fact that Penelope talks about you enough in class for her teacher, whom you’ve never met before, to recognize you the second you walk through her door.

Penelope taps your shoulder, very politely might you add, so as not to interrupt Mrs. Shepherd.

You raise your eyebrows.

She leans across Steve and cups her hand against the side of your head. “I have to show you something,” she whispers, warm breath funneling through her fingers straight into your ear.

And before you can decide if now’s a good time, she crawls across your legs and drops onto the floor like a slinky. Her fingers slip around yours and she drags you up out of your seat ultimately deciding for you. Helen and Steve don’t seem to mind, though, completely unphased by the antics of four-year-old children by now.

Penelope pulls you to the other side of the room where a Christmas tree stands about the same height as her. She points to the only ornament– a popsicle stick reindeer with a red pom-pom for a nose.

Excitement comes easy when she’s so good at being cute. “Rudolph! Did you make that?”

She nods, pride trickling through a very wide grin. “It’s for Daddy. For our tree at home.”

“Oh my gosh, it’s gorgeous, Pen. He’ll love it so much, I bet.”

“I get to take it home today since there’s no school now.”

“Oh, for winter break?”

“Mhmm.” Her eyes drift down to the floor, a large circle rug with every letter from A to Z. “This is my spot,” she says, toe tapping the P. “P for Penelope. But I share with Phillip. Phillip starts with P even though it makes the F sound.”

“Yes, you’re right. Very good.”

“We do stories in the morning here. And snack in the afternoon but only sometimes if we’re extra good.”

“Ohh.”

She toddles over to a wire shelf. “This is where our crafts go. So they dry.” She picks a piece of paper off the wrack, wrinkled blue and green in watercolors. “I made this today.”

“Wow, that reminds me of the ocean.”

“‘Cause it is the ocean.” Duh.

Your eyes flit to Steve, comically hunched over his knees in a chair much too tiny. He receives your smile from all the way across the room, a soft-set joy tugging each end of his lips. A joy that revels in your recognition. One that says Yes! That’s my kid being so cute!

“Look at this. My friend Michelle made it.”

You scan Michelle’s artwork and praise it. Michelle’s alright with watercolors but the pride you feel for Penelope’s piece is unmatched.

“Penelope, come here a sec’.” She shoves the paintings back on the drying wrack and skips across the carpet to Steve. “Mrs. Shepherd has something for you,” he continues.

Her teacher slides a gold-banded piece of cardstock across the table as you return. “You’ve done such a good job with your letter sounds this quarter that you’ve earned a very special certificate.”

Penelope accepts and inspects the paper. “It has my name on it.”

“It does. And it says ‘certificate of achievement for mastering early literacy skills’.”

Steve pokes her side. “You hear that? Means you did a really good job!”

“I did?” Her eyes glow with excitement, snapping to yours over her shoulder. “Look, I got a cerfitacate.”

You flash her an animated smile and two thumbs up.

“I’m very proud of you,” Steve says, a hand smoothing the frizz at the back of her head. “My smart girl. We’ll get a treat to celebrate.”

“Ice cream?”

He laughs, “Sure.”

“Yes!”

Mrs. Shepherd flips her folder shut. “Well, Penelope, you’ve worked very hard this month so enjoy your ice cream. I’ll see you after the break, okay?”

“Okay.”

Steve stands and pushes in his chair. “Thank you. Happy holidays Mrs. Shepherd.”

“Merry Christmas Steve.” Her waving hand flies to her heart as she smiles at you. “And what a blessing it was to meet you, honey. Please come by again at some point.”

You smile back and grab the door as Steve collects Penelope’s things.

She hurtles down the hall to the entrance, palms stamping another set of prints to the bottom half of the front door. “Can we get ice cream now?” she shouts. You aren’t so far that she needs to yell but you suppose it doesn’t matter when you’re the last ones to pick up a kid.

“Not right now, babe. We have to get something for my car.”

She gasps. “Daddy, where is it?”

“What?”

“Your car.”

“It’s at work.”

Her hands report to her hips as she spins. A mini Steve in so many more ways than one. “You walked here?”

“No, silly. Someone drove me.”

Penelope’s eyes follow Steve’s and a grin breaks at her realization. “You’re coming with us?”

“Mhmm.”

“You didn’t tell me!”

“I thought you knew!” You reach over her ecstatic little face to push the door open. Her hand automatically curls around yours.

“Will you get ice cream with us?”

“Nell, probably not tonight,” Steve interrupts.

“I know! ‘M just saying when we go.”

“Yes, I’ll get ice cream with you.”

Steve opens both car doors on the passenger side, slinging Penelope’s things across the back row. “Go wait up front. Gotta put your seat in,” he tells her. “Stomp your feet.”

She stomps her boots against the asphalt and climbs through the footwell into your passenger seat. Her eyes sweep across the interior, noticing just how different your car is from Steve’s. It’s not often she gets to ride in something other than the beamer. The last time over a year ago, Robin and her Suburu when she surprised them with a visit.

“Cold?” you ask, dropping your keys in the ignition to reach for the temperature dial.

She nods ardently, nose and cheeks wind-kissed the same shade of pink.

You rub your hands together and crane over your shoulder, finding Steve with his cheek flush against the headrest, half his arm eaten by the seat cushion.

“Need some help?”

He bites his lip and grumbles, “Maybe.”

You meet him on the opposite side of the backseat, clueless as you can be about car seats, but ready to help nonetheless. The problem is Steve doesn’t know your car and apparently neither do you. There’s no reason you should know if your car has hooks underneath the seats but it'd be really helpful if you did.

You whip out the car manual from the glovebox while Steve scans the instructions on the side of the car seat for alternatives. It takes a while. Long enough for Penelope to ask about dinner three separate times. But the necessary hooks are located eventually– Steve swears he checked that side– and Penelope’s seat is secured right behind Steve’s.

“Alright,” Steve huffs, checking his wristwatch, “Only took us about twenty minutes.”

“I did not expect installing a car seat to be such a workout,” you complain.

“Yeah, they don’t tell you about this part in middle school health class.”

Penelope flops over the center console and moans, “Are we going?”

“Yes, come here please.”

She sits up to cross her arms. “I don’t want you to do the buckle.”

Steve reminds himself that being hangry is hard, especially at her age. But his patience is easier to retain with you around, smiling all pretty and helping every chance you get. He takes a breath. “Then how do you ask?”

She tilts her head so very innocently at you and puts on her best big girl voice. “Will you buckle me, please?”

Even without the magic words you’d say yes. Who could resist all that Penelope charm? Long lashes and chubby cheeks and that dainty little voice. Certainly not you.

She gives you a detailed explanation about which clasps fasten where but it’s not too complicated to figure out yourself. One clips across her chest, two between her legs. Steve teaches you how to adjust the straps and confirms her chest piece is level with her armpits when you finish.

“Can we listen to Muppets?”

Your lips pinch into a small line. “I don’t have any Muppets tapes. I have Christmas music?”

Penelope shows you a very unhappy face. You are very aware Christmas is not her favorite holiday but what child does not like Jingle Bells? You’re choosing to blame it on her empty stomach and a half hour spent bored in the school parking lot.

“Or you can look through my tapes? I don’t really think you’ll like them, though.”

Steve passes her your box of mixtapes as you settle back in the front. Penelope picks one with Pat Benatar on it because it’s the first name she could sound out by herself. And it’s not The Muppets but she does listen to enough pop rock with Steve to know some of her songs.

You drive very carefully to Albertson’s around the corner. You stop completely at stop signs, you ride the speed limit if not under, and you triple-check for pedestrians at the light. You’ve never driven cargo as precious as Penelope before.

Steve gets out alone because Penelope begs to stay with you and it’s easier to shop without a preschooler reaching for things she shouldn’t have. While he’s gone, Penelope unpromptedly shares her opinions about your car. That there’s less stuff on the floor and it smells much gooder than Steve’s. And how there’s barbeque sauce stained on the ceiling of his car but not in yours. She asks if you’ll pick her up from school again and you reply truthfully, that you aren’t really sure.

You’d like to pick her up again. It’s a surprising type of comfort having company in the car. Someone to look at in the rearview, someone to ask about their day.

Steve returns with a grocery bag of cables and a second with candy. He chucks a bag of fun-sized peanut M&Ms in the back, smacking Penelope right in the cheek. But she can’t complain, not with chocolate in her lap.

“Don’t open it yet. Not in the car.”

Penelope groans, sticking her toes into his seat until it moves. “Why'd you even give it to me then?”

“‘Cause you’re fun-sized,” he grins. “And my peanut.”

She doesn’t know what he means, nor does she really care. All her focus is on counting the number of M&Ms beneath the paper wrapper.

“She can have it now. I mean, if you’re fine with it,” you say.

“She’s messy,” he warns.

You shrug. “So am I. I don’t mind.”

He appreciates the gesture more than you know. It’s a nice feeling, knowing he’s not the only one putting Penelope’s needs before his own. Steve twists around in his chair and chuckles at Penelope’s obvious eagerness. “Go ahead, babe.”

She tears into the bag like a rabid dog, managing surprisingly well to keep the mess contained to her car seat. Steve pulls out his own bar of chocolate and tosses you the grocery bag. “Take your pick.”

He’s so thoughtful that it hurts. In the bag are all your favorite candies and two glass-bottled cokes. Steve prioritizes healthy eating, but he’s a sweets guy at heart. A little treat every once in a while won't hurt, he says.

You pick a candy and toss the bag back onto his lap.

It’s an odd feeling driving to the center so late in the day, but even more odd to have Steve and Penelope beside you while you do it. Their conversations make for an entertaining ride, however; all giggles and spontaneous questions and the occasional argument about something silly like which candy is superior.

The car brakes squeal as you slow to a stop in front of the rec center. A chain link fence wraps around the building, a gate you never have to worry about blocking the entrance to the parking lot.

“Shoot,” Steve sighs. “The gate. I didn’t even think about it.”

You put the car in park as Steve unlocks the door. He steps out onto the sidewalk and marches up to the gate to see how legitimate this lock really is. The city provides a ludicrously low amount of funding to the center but the gate lock? It’s as heavy-duty as it can be. Steve tries his office keys, which of course do not work, and then he stands there staring hopelessly at his BMW on the other side of the fence with his hands on his hips.

“Is Daddy having a bad day?”

“Just a long one.” You reach across his empty seat to roll the window down. “Steve.”

He takes a few long strides back to the car and gets in. “I’m sorry. This is such a mess. You wouldn’t know the custodian's number? I think I have it somewhere in my office.”

“Why would I know the custodian’s number?”

“I don’t know.” He scrubs his jaw, hand climbing up and back through his hair. He’s frustrated about his car but he feels ten times worse that you’re stuck here with him.

You duck your head for a full view of the fence. It doesn’t look very tall from where you’re sitting. “Okay, hear me out here…”

Steve raises his eyebrows.

“I hop the fence—“

“No.”

“It’s not that tall, Steve.”

“Absolutely not. If anyone’s jumping the fence, it’ll be me.” His thumb and forefinger pinch either side of his forehead, though it doesn’t do anything to ease the onset of his headache. “But we can’t even do that. It’s too busy. Someone’s gonna call the cops.”

“The po-po!” Penelope roars.

You laugh, turning in your seat to better see Penelope. Chocolate’s smeared across her chin and you’d bet a lot of money her hands are covered too. “We can wait until nightfall,” you suggest, fishing the wad of napkins from your center console to pass to Penelope. “Ooh, a stakeout!”

“It’s not a stakeout. We aren’t watching someone.”

“We could send innocent little Penelope.”

Steve drops his hand to glare at you. Not a real one, but not totally fake either. He’s not mad at you for trying to lighten the mood, he just wishes it was working more. And he laughs at your jokes more than anyones, today he’s just feeling unreasonable about things out of his control.

“Daddy, yeah, I’ll go! I’ll be like a spy on a mission."

“A top secret mission,” you add.

“No. Not happening. Forget it— both of you.”

You click your tongue. “Lame.”

“Yeah, Daddy, lame.”

He can’t help but smile at that even though he’s trying very hard not to. “You’re encouraging her, you know.”

“Sorry.”

You aren’t very sorry, he knows by the stupid smirk on your lips.

“Okay, why don’t we just come back tomorrow for the party? It’ll be open then. I’ll take you home tonight and pick you up in the morning.”

“No, no–”

“Oh, come on, Steve. You're shooting down all my ideas. I don't like this whole tough guy I need to do everything by myself bullshit."

“Bad word!”

Steve sighs. He knows you're right and he doesn't want to admit it.

“Let me help you,” you laugh, giving his shoulder a nice shove. “You’re stubborn as a kid sometimes.”

“Well, which is it? A tough guy or a kid?”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“Bad word! Again!”

He smiles then, mostly in disbelief at your sudden potty mouth. “Do we need to start a swear jar?”

You pretend to zip your lips and put the car in gear.

The drive to Steve’s is on the long side but it doesn’t feel that way at all. Not with Penelope in the backseat, sharing every detail of her day from what type of juice box Steve packed her for lunch to how Shannon from the three-year-old class got mulch in her boo-boo at recess. You love every second of it. You catch her animated gestures through the rearview and you ask all sorts of questions back.

Everything about this afternoon has differed from your usual routine, but Steve’s driveway feels more familiar than ever. You turn the car off out of habit but leave it off in favor of walking them inside. Steve frees Penelope from her car seat and collects her bag and the crumpled candy wrapper she left behind.

She races up the concrete hill, skidding on a sheet of ice, and landing butt-first with a giggle. You help her up– even after she tries to yank you down with her– and dust off the damp patch on her pants.

Steve’s only just shut the car door, looking up the driveway to see where you guys are.

“Come on slowpoke!”

“Yeah, Daddy, hurry! It’s cold!”

“I’m comin’. I’m comin’.”

Steve sheds his sneakers at the door and Penelope copies him in a much less coordinated struggle. Your shoes remain on your feet because you don’t intend to stay for very long, though Steve quickly reveals his other plans.

“Stay for dinner?” he says as he offers his softest most convincing face. His backup plan is to call you just as stubborn and bully you into agreeing. “As thanks,” he adds.

“You don’t have to thank me, Steve.”

“Then as friends?”

Your face curdles into something unintentionally sour.

“My cooking’s not that bad I promise,” he chuckles, kicking everyone’s shoes out of the doorway.

“No, it’s not that,” you swear with a small smile, bending to wedge your finger between your sock and your shoe.

“It’s Daddy’s turn to pick,” Penelope chimes in. She crouches to pet Cinderella who’s prancing over with a shiny, new collar.

“It is,” Steve sings like he just remembered. “Hope you like stir fry.”

“It’s really yummy,” Penelope adds. “If you try new things sometimes you like them.”

You hum. “Very wise.”

They branch from your side like opposite ends of a wishbone– Penelope skipping up the stairs and Steve pivoting for the kitchen. You follow Steve, and to your surprise, Cinderella follows you.

She dodges your attempt to scratch her chin, tail twitching like a snake’s tongue, eyes narrowed into slits. She’s still grumpy with you. Because you catnapped her or because she’s permanently bitter, you aren’t totally sure.

“She’s just begging for food. Acts like we starve her, the little drama queen,” Steve mutters. He pulls a bag of cat food from the kitchen sink cabinet. “Feed her for me?”

You take the flimsy paper bag and unroll it. The shake of dry food like a bell, sending Cinderella scampering across the room to a pair of checkered bowls. You fill one and trade it for the other to fill with water from the sink. Steve’s hands are busy there, scrubbing an assortment of vegetables in the side without dishes.

“Do you think cats hold grudges?” you ponder out loud, thrusting the bowl underneath the faucet.

Amusement flickers across Steve’s face as he glances at Cinderella over his shoulder. “This one? A hundred percent.”

“I think she resents me for bringing her here.”

He smiles at you with sealed lips. “She’s not being tortured. Don’t worry.”

You place the bowl beside its twin, earning a less-than-pleasant sound from Cinderella.

“She’ll warm up to you,” he promises. You aren’t sure you believe him but it’s a nice sentiment.

You return to his side, fingertips grazing the cutting board on the counter. “Can I help?”

“No.”

You pull a sharp knife from its wooden block home and slide the slab of wet veggies away from Steve.

“No. You’re not helping.” He slings a dish towel over his shoulder and dries his hands with it. “Go. Get out.”

“I am helping. Don’t test me, Harrington, I have a knife.”

He scoffs. “Threatening me? In my own home?”

“Cause you're so stubborn.”

“Cause you’re so stubborn,” he mimics. “Says you.”

“Oh my God. You’re actually a child.”

He sets a large pan on the stove, only whispers of amusement in the corners of his mouth. “Don’t cut yourself. We ran out of Barbie bandaids.”

A clink and clatter against the tile steal your attention. Penelope in the archway, a baby doll cradled loosely in one arm, a second on the floor at her feet. She’s swapped her school clothes for a princess dress and a plastic pair of heels. “Daddy,” she groans. “You said you’d get more.”

Steve’s eyes skip from the box of rice in his hands to her frowny face. “I know, babe. I forgot. We’ll go tomorrow.”

She must not care all that much about the bandaids, clopping over to the stovetop for a peek.

“Stoves hot,” Steve warns.

You watch Penelope closely, though Steve’s right beside her, twice her height and twice as vigilant. But she’s well trained, hands clasped behind her back, eyes doing all the nosying. You don’t have to worry as much as you do, but accidents can still happen.

“Is it almost ready?” she asks.

“No. Go play for a bit. I’ll call you when it’s done.”

“But I’m hungry.”

“Whining won’t make it cook faster.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause I did it all the time when I was your age. Never worked. Not even once.”

She hums like she isn’t sure whether to believe him.

You catch her gaze, backing Steve up with an honest nod. “Wanna help?” you ask.

“No,” she decides candidly. You imagine Steve’s used to her straightforward nature, though it’s still quite funny to you.

“Then go play.” He steers her out of the kitchen, a hand gripping her head like a claw. Cinderella swats at his ankle when his foot barely misses her tail. “Too crowded in here.”

Penelope giggles as he gives her skull a good jostle. “Daddy.”

“Penelope.”

“Will it be ready in five minutes?”

“No.”

“Ten?”

“Goodbye. Take Cinderella.”

Cinderella leaps away from Penelope’s grabby hands, a brown blur as she’s chased out of the kitchen, and by the click-clack of Penelope’s shoes, presumably up the stairs.

“My God, you are just massacring that carrot,” Steve hisses, peering over your shoulder.

“No, this is how they do it.”

“Who?”

“Chefs. On those fancy shows. You should watch ‘em sometime. Could learn a thing or two.”

“Are you kidding? These would send Julia Child to an early grave.”

You snag the towel saddled on his shoulder and give him a fair smack on the arm. “Jerk.”

But he catches the free end before it’s gone, yanking until you list forward a step. There are mere inches between your chests, the length of your palm at most. And he fucking smirks. He smirks like an arrogant fool who knows this interaction is sending your heart into an endless somersault.

The air scrapes up your throat funny. It takes every ounce of control not to cough in his face. Your end of the towel drops as you turn away, retreating back to a more comfortable distance at the counter. “I’m surprised you even know anything about Julia Child,” you grumble.

“My mom watched her show like all the time when I was a kid.”

You hum, sweeping vegetable scraps in your hand to throw away. Not because they’re massacred. “She likes to cook? Your mom.”

“No, not really,” he chuckles, though there’s no amusement beyond the sound. “I think everyone just expected her to.”

“Oh,” you cringe. “Sad.”

He shrugs, taking the cutting board and dumping your handiwork into the simmering pan. A mushroom cloud of steam billows up as he turns his cheek. “Being a housewife has its drawbacks.

“Sounds like the life to me.” You sidle up to the stove to watch the veggies brown beside him. “I’d cook and clean all day if I didn’t have to work.”

“I don’t think she would’ve been happy either way. I dunno, I think it’s more about finding peace and happiness in what you’re doing. Not about what you’re doing.”

You squint at the side of his nose with accusing eyes. “Are you quoting someone?”

He squints right back at you, tone washed in fake offense. “What? No, I just thought of that.”

“You didn’t get that out of a magazine or something?”

“No.”

You glance up at his hairline and smile. “Wow, you really do have a brain up there.”

He knocks his shoulder into yours, rough as he can be without doing any real damage. And even with two layers of wool between your skin, the touch sends a buzz from the tip of your fingers up the length of your arm. “So mean," he says.

You might feel bad about it if he didn’t tease you the same.

Steve stirs in a handful of seasonings and cooks the food until it bubbles. The pot comes off the stove to be set beside a stack of three plates on the counter.

“Dinner’s ready!” he shouts, and not a millisecond later there’s the predictable thump, thump, thump, down the stairs. Penelope barrels into the kitchen with a long list of demands– more rice on her plate, a very big glass of juice, and most importantly, to sit beside you at the table. Steve lets the lack of manners slide because they're all doable requests and because he is also very eager to eat his dinner.

“This is really good, Steve,” you compliment, across from him at the table, “Thank you.”

“Family recipe.”

“Really?”

“No,” he smiles.

You tilt your head at Penelope. “Why does your dad lie so much?”

She shrugs with a mouth full of food.

“Was a joke,” he corrects. “Not a lie.”

“Mm. Still a lie.”

“Can you stay for a sleepover?” Penelope butts in, her own train of thought far more important than yours and Steve’s debate. Her eyes are locked onto yours like they’re matching targets. She knows already that you hate to say no to her pretty little face.

“What? Tonight?”

She nods.

“At your house?”

Her nose scrunches, an ear dropping to one shoulder. She’s still at an age where her facial expressions are inherently dramatic. It’s nearly impossible to hide what she’s feeling. “Yeah,” she says, hopeful and curious and confident all at once.

A nervous chuckle slips. You look to Steve for help but he’s busy searching his plate for more onions. “I dunno, hun. Maybe not tonight.”

“But there’s no school tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but I… well, I didn’t bring any clothes.”

“You can borrow Daddy’s pajamas?” She looks you up and down, no discreet way about it. “I don’t think mine will fit.”

Steve snorts. “Nell, we gotta talk about it first,”

“Tomorrow night?”

“We’ll talk about it. Have to eat all your dinner before I even think about it.”

“All of it?”

“Every bite.”

It’s not as much of a punishment as she makes it out to be. She really likes his stirfry.

“Did you take your spelling test today?” Steve asks.

A mushroom slews down Penelope's chin as she shakes her head.

“Why not?”

She swallows hard and her eyes roll to the side. “Because Jamie and Jenna are sick. Um, and Mikey too.”

“Oh.”

“Well, Mikey isn’t sick but he didn’t come to school.”

“Oh. How come?”

Her eyebrows pull together as she thinks. “Umm, he went somewhere. A wedding?”

“Oh, yeah. His mom got married, right? I think Courtney’s mom told me that a while ago.”

Penelope hums her agreement, her face turning through several emotions. “Do you think she’s in love?” she eventually asks.

Steve peeks up from his food. “Mikey’s mom?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well, yeah, probably.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why is she in love?”

You smile hard, an echo of Steve’s across the table. The type of smile that can’t be helped or hidden.

“Well, I dunno. Maybe she thinks he’s very kind. Or maybe he’s funny, or handsome,” he surmises.

“Or all of those?”

“Sure,” he shrugs.

Penelope smiles then too, just as big and proud as yours as she declares, “We’re in love.”

“Sorta,” Steve chuckles. “It’s a different kind of love.”

“You two are in love.”

Steve has no food in his mouth to swallow, choking only on the air in his throat. And you, well, you aren’t in any better shape to respond. Your chest is so tight you think your lungs might’ve shrunk, all that squeezes through you is a nervous laugh.

Steve clears his throat, “We aren’t in love, honey. Not like Mikey’s mom.”

“But you spend a lot of time together? I think you might be,” she decides.

“Well, you know, you spend a lot of time with some people. Like your friends… and your teacher, but you aren’t in love with all of them.”

“Well, no, I guess.”

He takes her hand from across the table and gives it a squeeze. “Think about me and RoRo. We spend a lot of time together when she visits and I do love her but we aren’t in love. Being in love is a special type of love.”

Penelope frowns, more confused than upset. “Wait, so you aren’t having a wedding too?”

Steve laughs, eyes flicking to yours as he pulls back. He’s relieved to find you’re looking at Penelope, two shades warmer with enough affection to ease his nerves. “No, silly. Why’d you think that?”

She shrugs, arms raising fervently. “I just thought that’s what parents do when they get in love.”

“Well, yes, sometimes. But we– we’re not in love.”

She blinks several times, some at you, some at Steve, some at her half-eaten stirfry. You get the impression she doesn’t fully believe him. And it’s terrifying as it is hilarious.

“Oh. Well, I accidentally told Mrs. Shepherd you guys were going to have a wedding too.”

“That’s okay. What did she say?”

“I think she was excited. I can’t remember.”

Steve nods, smile worsening with each tip to his head. Penelope’s… mistake is cute and funny and embarrassing all at the same time. But he’s the farthest thing from mad about it when you're smiling as big as he is.

“Alright, alright,” he shakes his head. “Eat your food. It’s gettin’ cold.”

Dinner concludes and Steve quickly takes off for the sink with an empty stack of plates. He’s always on the go. Something to cook or clean or fix. Someone to teach manners and independence and emotional skills. It never seems to stop and yet he never complains.

You exit your chair, fully intending to fight Steve about drying the dishes when Penelope tugs on your sleeve.

“Will you stay for games?”

“Oh–”

Her hands clap together. “Pretty please! With sprinkles and sugar cones and chocolate sauce and a mara-sheeny-cherry on top!”

Your laugh catches you so off guard it turns into a cough. “A mara-what now?”

“Mara-she-ee,” she tries.

“Maraschino.”

“Yeah, mara-she-oh.”

Your giggles spill in sync. You fix her puffy princess sleeve where it’s slipped down her shoulder and explain, “If your dad says it’s okay, then I’ll stay for games.”

Her eyes jump across the room to Steve who’s already yelling over the running sink water, “It’s okay!”

Penelope takes your hand in her much littler one and escorts you to the living room. Steve’s house is minimally decorated for the holidays, but he has a real pine tree and two stockings on the mantel. Penelope plops in front of the entertainment center to flick through her options, pulling out a board game called Mr. Mouth.

“I love this game,” she says, dumping the contents of the box across the hardwood. The game pieces roll every which way but you wrangle up the ones headed under the couch. “I always win,” she adds, raking her own handful of coins in a pile.

Her confidence is charming. You’d challenge her if she wasn’t so cute about it. “I’ve never played. Can you show me?”

“Umm, yeah. You need to get all the flies in froggy’s mouth. But we got to build it first.”

Penelope seems to have played enough to know which pieces go where. They slot together easily, a frog base at the center with four arms for launching. And each arm has a corresponding chip color, each chip scalloped with the shape of a fly.

“I want red!” Penelope claims quickly, picking several red coins off the floor.

You balance a stack of yellows on the end of your catapult. “So we put ‘em here and launch them?”

She cocks her head at you, baby teeth perched on her bottom lip as she smiles. “Yes, how’d you know?”

“Just a feeling.”

You collect all your coins and count backward from three. Penelope’s hand smacks her lever on your go, sending red flies springing every which way. You join in, smacking and smacking until there are no flies left to launch. The frog contains an overwhelming amount of red to yellow, so much so that a count is not needed to declare the winner.

Penelope beams at Steve as he plods over. “Daddy, I won!”

“You did? Oh, Mr. Mouth. She’s like ridiculously good at this game,” he tells you. “What color can I be?”

“You can be blue or green. I think you can be blue ‘cause it’s your favorite.”

“Okay, I’ll be blue.”

Penelope slides the blue chips across the floor where Steve sits crisscrossed beside you. He rolls his shoulders and cracks his fingers, an ostentatious display of confidence as he smirks.

“Ready to give up your crown, princess?”

"Mmm-mm."

"Well, get ready. 'Cause today's the day."

“No, it isn't. Not even in ten-million-trillion-ga-zillion years!”

"It sure is!"

“No, you never win! Not even when you’re sleeping!” Penelope shouts.

Your laughter is lost to their immediate bickering. Empty insults like a ping-pong ball back and forth across the gameboard. But the real chaos unfolds the second you finish the starting countdown.

For an athletic guy, you’d think Steve would care about good sportsmanship. But not today, apparently. Sabotage is his core strategy– stealing and stuffing Pen’s chips down his shirt, shoving her defenseless little arms away as she screams.

It’s all in good fun, though. Penelope is so loved she doesn’t consider him truly mean for even a second. But she begs you to convince Steve to play fair for at least a few rounds. And he does, of course, because you asked so nicely and because he wants more than anything in the world for Penelope to have a good time. She wins three rounds in a row because Steve lets her and so do you.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the champion,” Steve rolls his eyes. “Don’t rub it in.”

“Daddy, don’t be a sore loser.”

“Then don’t be a sore winner.”

She sticks her tongue out and he returns the favor twice as fierce. Their rivalry resurfaces in a handsy argument about who the real winner is. Penelope winds up licking his cheek which gets her in very serious trouble with the tickle monster.

She cries your name as Steve hoists her up in the air, the last syllable stolen by a gasp. “Please–” she cackles, “Help me-ee!”

Steve pins her back down to his chest like a seatbelt, fingers curling into her sides until she screams again and again. “Who’s the champion?” he repeats with a full-blown smile, barely preserving his evil persona.

“Me!”

“Errr!” He mimics a buzzer sound, sending Penelope into another wild fit of giggles.

You're so weak with your own laughter, that you aren't sure you could help her if you tried.

She kicks and flails and wiggles under his ruthless hands until her very last drop of energy. “I give up,” she admits, breathless, dropping to a dead weight in his arms. “You’re the champy-un."

Steve rolls her mercifully onto the floor where she regains enough strength to flee behind your back, arms looping around your neck like you’re nothing but a human shield.

You press a smidgen of your weight into her tummy and pat her arm, eyes glued fondly to Steve’s. “It’s okay, Pen. You’re my champion, still.”

Steve wants to roll his eyes at you but he can’t. Your affinity for loving his daughter never falters. You know all the right things to say, all the best ways to pretend. It’s so deeply unbearable all he can do is smile. And when you smile back, he gets a taste of something he always dreamed of, and he realizes he has all he ever wanted in the world.

Steve relishes another mindful second of all this make-believe and non-make-believe excitement before sighing. “Okay, princess, it’s late. Go get pjs on. Want Muppets?”

She pushes up on her toes until you lean forward, her breath warming your neck as she pleads, “I wanna play Bed Bugs.”

Steve scrunches his nose. “But that game makes me so itchy.”

“But I wanna show Y/N!”

“Another night, babe. It’s really late. If you wanna movie we have to now.”

She sighs. She loves her night-time movies more than most things, even if she rarely makes it to the end. “Bath?”

Steve squints. “Why? You stink?”

You feel the shape of her smile through the fabric on your shoulder blade. “No.”

“Do I need to check?”

“Nooo.”

You squint at Steve, humming until you run out of breath. “What’s that– Steve, do you smell that?” You sniff the air loudly, nostrils flaring, nose scrunching.

Steve imitates your dramatic sniffing, inching his face closer and closer to your face. “I think… maybe it’s behind you.”

You whip your head to the side, gasping like Penelope hadn’t been there the whole time. She lets her wrist be dragged up to your nose, where you skip across soft skin in a dotted line up her arm. “False alarm,” you decide after one final whiff. “No stink bugs here.”

“Alright,” Steve grins. “Bath tomorrow then. There’s clean jammies in the laundry room.”

Penelope launches herself off of you, stamping off into the other room.

“Don’t mess up my pile!” Steve yells.

“‘Kay!”

He scoots back into the recliner's closed footrest, arms stretching up with a big breathy groan. A rogue coin from Mr. Mouth pokes the underside of his thigh, and before he even gets his hands on it, you can tell he’s itching to flick it at you. Call it friends’ intuition.

It hurls right past your open palm, catching in the neckline of your long sleeve. He’s not smiling but he doesn’t need to for you to read the satisfaction on his face.

You huck it back because it brings you the same pleasure. But he doesn’t try to catch it, arms too sore and mind too static for quick reflexes. The toy smacks the center of his chest, sliding down into a crease in his sweater.

“Tired?”

“Yeah,” he admits, setting his aching eyelids to rest. “Think you could be me for the rest of the night?”

You know he’s only kidding but you wouldn’t mind taking over if he wasn’t. Penelope’s mostly self-sufficient at her age. You feel capable enough by now to babysit without any disasters occurring.

“We could swap clothes. I don’t think she’d notice.”

He huffs through his nose, a gentle smile splaying across his lips. “Would you actually do me a favor?”

“‘Course.”

“Just turn on the VHS. Movie’s already in.”

You retrieve the remote from the coffee table and power on the VHS. The TV flickers awake to a paused scene from The Muppet Christmas Carol involving several muppets, one recognizably Kermit the Frog. You sweep Mr. Mouth back into its box while the tape rewinds, kneeled in front of Steve who’s slouching lower and lower into the leather footrest.

You tentatively reach for the last coin tucked in his sweater, stuttering when his hand shoots out to bracelet your wrist. His lips flare into a smile, eyelids peeling open to watch you squirm.

“Don’t do that–” you murmur, swatting his chest with the hand not trapped in his. “Scared me.”

“You make it too easy,” he mumbles back, thumb stroking the soft flesh of your arm. He looks up at you with a quiet reverence, eyes rich as soil, so grounding and full of life.

It’s all but two seconds, two blinks, two breaths; you pretend not to savor the heat of his gaze, not to feel the way your heart chokes beneath his fingertip. You pretend not to imagine the curve of your lips against every freckle on his face. It’s all so easy, this pretending. It’s a million times easier to pretend than to admit you’re caught in something you’re not at all ready to lose.

Steve unshackles your wrist at the growing echo of footsteps. You lean back onto your heels as Penelope rockets through the room, a long nightgown billowing behind her like a sail in a windstorm. She tackles Steve with swinging arms and heavy feet, rocking the recliner under both of their weight.

“Ow, babe. That hurt.” Steve complains, a hand darting up to his chin. “You headbutted me.”

Penelope cranes back to see for herself, one hand on either side of his achy jaw. From where you’re sitting, there’s no cause for immediate panic, only a little red spot on Steve and a guilty little girl in his lap.

“No bandaids,” she reminds him like it's really rather unfortunate.

“I don’t need one. Just a kiss.”

She nods and puckers her lips, slotting them in the dip beneath his.

“All better,” Steve assures as she pulls away. He smiles big to prove it.

But her inspection is far from over. Sympathetic fingers caress every bend and bow of his face. She sets a second kiss to a razor bump on his cheek and a third to the scar on his forehead. They sink down to a flat heap on the floor, matching double chins and four cheeks dimpling with joy.

Penelope is satisfied enough to roll over on his chest as the tape finishes its rewind. Steve tugs a blanket from the recliner to shake across their bodies, an arm looped around Penelope like a belt, his chin tucked against her crown.

And with a heated human pillow to curl up on, it’s a miracle Penelope makes it through the intro credits. She’s dozing not long later, however, one hand discarded across the floor, the other curled around Steve’s on her chest.

He lifts her with the effortlessness of an experienced parent, retiring her to everyone’s favorite corner of the sectional. Her rousing is mitigated with a few strokes down her nose and a forehead kiss to round it off.

Steve presses a shushing finger to his mouth and tugs you off the floor. He holds your hand as you tip-toe away, turning you sixteen again, long before you even knew Steve Harrington existed.

He leaves you at the dining table, swishing away and momentarily returning with a wine glass in each hand.

“Wine?” you chuckle, pinching the neck of the glass he offers.

“Apple juice,” he smirks. “Unless you want– I might still have an old bottle of champagne from like a raffle or something.”

“No, no. Juice is great.” You swivel the cup until gold sloshes up the sides. “What’s the occasion?”

He sits in the chair Penelope had earlier, slinging an arm around the back and propping his feet up on the bar underneath yours. “Does there need to be one?”

“I think so.”

He hums. “Let’s say… to not rescheduling the parent-teacher conference a third time.”

“To that. Sure,” you muse, tipping your glass to meet his with a satisfactory clink.

You each take a sip donning matching smiles. There’s a glow about him, a tired kind of warmth in his mussed hair and slackened shoulders. It’s a simple thing, sitting here together in this pocket of quiet. But you feel more present than ever, like the world has narrowed just to fit the two of you.

And maybe it’s the dreamy stillness of this moment. Or maybe the placebo effect works with courage and your pretend glass of wine. But there’s a craving you can’t ignore— a deep desire to stitch together the fragments of Steve and Penelope’s lives you’ve yet to understand.

“Can I ask you something? Like personal?” you begin.

“Hmm?”

“Penelope’s mom… is she– well, you don’t talk about her. And I’m just curious if… I dunno. I’m just curious, I guess.”

Steve blinks down at the grooves on the floor. He finds they aren’t all that interesting and they don’t spark any easy answers. You’re right in the fact that he doesn’t talk about her. He’s not sure how to, mostly.

“I shouldn’t have–”

His fingers skip across the exposed skin of your wrist. A sweet attempt to palliate some embarrassment. “No, you’re okay… Sorry, it’s not like a secret–"

“No, I know, I just– am I crossing a line by asking? I don’t want to–”

“No, no. It’s okay. She’s– it’s okay. Her mom– Annie’s her name. She’s…” The long stream of air blown through his lips catches in a nervous chuckle. “Where do I even begin?”

“Did she… die?” You hate to say it, to even think it, but it’s the most logical explanation in your mind.

��No, God no. Not that I know of, anyway.” The apple of his throat bobs as he swallows. “She’s just, I dunno, I think she lives in Texas now. Not really sure what she’s doing, to be honest with you.”

“You don’t talk?”

“No, not since– not in a long time. Penelope was a baby last time I saw her. What? Like eight, nine months or something.”

“She didn’t want to help?”

“She tried, I’ll give her that much, but not for very long, no. She was really unhappy, I guess. How she could look at Penelope and feel that way,” he exhales through his nostrils, “Well, I’ll never really understand that.”

You hum because you aren’t really sure what to say. You aren’t really sure there is anything to say– not anything he hasn’t already heard or thought himself. “I think some people just aren't meant to be mothers,” you decide.

“She certainly thought so.”

Your mouth twists into a frown, a patchwork of sympathy, pity, and the uneasy fear of saying the wrong thing. Yet, curiosity, or even selfish desire, blooms brighter than any other emotion. “Do you still love her?”

He shakes his head definitively. “I’m not sure I ever did. We were only together a few months when she found out she was pregnant.”

“‘M Sorry, Steve.”

He waves you off before you can even finish your pity. “Don’t. Don’t get me wrong, raising a kid alone is the hardest thing I’ve ever done by far. But it taught me a lot about myself. About my friends, my family. I wouldn’t be who I am without Penelope.”

“Is that why you moved here? From Indiana?”

“Sorta, I guess. I wanted a fresh start after she left. But I think in some fucked up way I was also pushing everyone away so I wouldn’t be hurt again. And so I could prove to everyone– Annie, my parents– that I could do it without their help.”

“Your parents? I know you aren’t close but… they didn’t help?”

“My parents? Probably the least helpful people I could’ve asked. They’re– I mean, they barely raised me. Old man’s a real asshole. We never really got along. And Mom, well, she’s just… I don’t even know. I don’t think her life turned out how she thought it would and she resents everyone around her for that.”

“Mm.”

“I like to think they tried their best, maybe they did, but I sure as hell know it’s not nearly as hard as I expected it to be to just show up for your kid. You know, Penelope, she’s my everything, seriously. I don’t know what I’d be doing without her. Something stupid, probably.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno, probably taking over Dad’s dealership like he wanted me to. God, I’d be miserable. I’d be just like them.” He shakes his head, relief more than anything.

“Good thing you moved here and met me.”

“Yeah. Good thing.” He laughs, a real Steve laugh, no self-deprecation involved. When it fizzles out into a smile, he hesitates to ask, “Would you ever come with me, if I moved back home?”

For a moment you don’t quite understand what he means. Even after the moment passes, you still aren’t totally sure. To visit him is your first inclination. To help him move, your second. But he asks with such seriousness you can’t help but assume he’s asking you to move with him.

“What?” You try to soften your surprise, stuffing every inch of smile back into a very neutral, normal set of lips. “And be miserable with you at your dad’s dealership?” you joke, a frazzled attempt to play off your nerves.

“No,” he says incredulously. There’s a soft warmth to his cheeks, a lightness to his voice. “No, you know what I mean.”

Your mouth opens and closes, your hands growing hotter the more you wring them in your lap. You really haven’t got a clue how serious he’s being. You're thrilled at the prospects of that possibility coming true, but tense with anticipation for how the rest of this conversation will play out. But reality takes the reigns and you're hit with a heavy realization.

“Do you want to go back?” Your heart sinks down to your stomach hearing the words off your tongue.

He looks away, a guilty sigh. “I think about it sometimes. I’d have more support there. Robin, Nance and Jon. All the kids, their parents.” His discomfort dissipates with a rough scrub to his cheek. “Sorry, I shouldn’t– I’m not asking you to. It was– was just an idea I had. Stupid.”

“No, no. I’m not saying I wouldn’t– um sorry, I don’t– I don’t know what I’m saying.”

He laughs, your stammering a comfort. “I’m being silly.”

“You’re not,” you promise.

His gaze traces the framed photo hung beside you on the wall. It’s one you’ve seen several times, a lovely piece of their life to look at. Somewhere outside, Penelope situated on his lap. She couldn’t have been more than two, with more rolls and fuller cheeks.

“You know something?” Steve mumbles, voice breathy, trailing off in a wisp.

“Hmm?”

“I really wanted Penelope to be Elizabeth. Lizzie for short.”

Your lips twitch into an easy grin, focus rotating between him and the photo. “Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“I like that. It’s pretty.”

“Yeah. I think so. Annie, not so much. She insisted on Penelope, after her great-grandma.” He shakes his head. Steve never even met her mother, let alone her great-grandmother. “I love it now obviously, I’d never change it, but it took a while to grow on me.”

“Elizabeth,” you chuckle, stuck in a one-sided staring contest with your favorite set of button eyes. They were just as cute then, but she’s really grown into them now. All her features have leveled out, her jaw more square, like Steve’s, her eyebrows darker and more defined. “I can’t picture it. She’s Penelope.”

“Yeah, she’s Penelope alright.” His eyes flick to you, to watch you watch his daughter with a love so unique. “Maybe if I ever have another I’ll use Lizzie.”

His words are like an electric shock. The idea of Steve with a second kid– a baby. Not a four-year-old who’s more of a tiny person than a baby. But a real baby with baby hair, baby clothes, and soft baby skin. Penelope’s newborn photos are enough to get you squealing with cuteness overload. You don’t know if you’d survive the real deal.

“You want another?” You try not to sound surprised as you ask.

“I dunno. I always pictured myself with more. But, I don’t think I could handle it. Nell’s a handful as it is.”

“They’d keep each other busy,” you reason. “They say two’s easier than one.”

“I don’t know about that.” He braces his elbow on the back of his chair, cheek pillowed in his palm as he looks at you. “But I do think about it. God, imagine Penelope with a baby sibling.” You swear his eyes shimmer as he says it.

“She’d be such a good big sister.”

“She would,” he agrees. His heart thrums at the idea, faster the more his brain builds on it. “I dunno. Maybe if the right person comes along I would do it.”

Under your chair, you nudge his calf with the side of your foot. “You’re a really good dad, you know. You’d manage.”

He nods, not like he agrees but rather in recognition that your words are very kind. “Thanks.”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do,” he smiles so fondly at you your stomach flips. “Okay. Can I ask you something kinda personal now?”

“Oh jeez,” you grimace. “Depends.”

“Come on, I just answered like, ten million questions about my life.”

You really can’t argue with him there. “Fine. Shoot.”

“I just wanna know,” he smushes his lips together, gaze tapering off to one side of you like he’s thinking very hard about how to phrase this. “Why the fuck were all of my missing pens in the backseat of your car?”

Realization strikes like the sharp rush of hitting your funny bone. Your jaw drops, straining with the ache of a repressed smile, and your tongue fights to find the least incriminating words possible. “What– I didn’t even– it’s not what it looks like, Steve, I swear.”

“Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like, you little thief.” He digs into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out a cheap ballpoint pen, and slamming it on the table.

“That could be anyone's!” you defend. You’re both itching to laugh. You can see it on his face as much as he can yours.

Steve fishes out a second pen, then a third, and a fourth. He takes the fifth, a pink one with feathers shooting out the cap, and points the nib at your chest. “You know, this is my favorite pen! Penelope bought this for me at the book fair!”

“I was going to give it back! I swear!”

He pulls another three from his pocket and you’re done for. Laughing, almost wheezing in a hysterical breathlessness. You didn’t realize you’d stolen so many. You’ve been doing it slowly for months.

“You’re sick for this. Only a psycho would do something like this.”

You can barely keep your eyes open long enough to look at him. But you find a smile when you do, albeit blurry through unshed tears. “Steve.”

He grabs a Sharpie from the pile and uncaps it, stealing your arm for his non-dominant hand to hold. Your sleeve is bunched up at your elbow, your wrist turned for optimal lighting.

“Steve!” you gasp when the cold felt tip of the marker presses into your wrist.

With a thumb pinning your pulse point, he scrawls PEN STEALER in big letters across your forearm. You hope on all things good in the world that he can’t feel how fast your blood is pumping through your skin.

“That’s not gonna wash off!”

“Yeah, exactly,” he chuckles. “So everyone knows you steal pens!”

“But I only steal your pens.”

He scoffs. “I can't believe you. Here you had me thinking it was that old fart Lenny this whole time. Such a liar.”

Something about Steve saying ‘old fart’ sends you completely over the edge. You haven’t had any real wine, but you feel almost tipsy, like everything is ten times funnier than usual. His hand staples your hip to the chair to keep you from sliding off as you double over. Your stomach cramps like it’s being twisted inside out.

“I’m gonna write it on your forehead next,” he beams.

“No,” you gasp, weakly shoving his wrist away from your face.

Steve’s strong, but he’s far from rough. His free hand settles on the back of your head, thumb and index finger clamping either side of your ear to keep you still. And you’re anything but. Your shoulders wrack with every cackle, and your head shakes with every nefarious warning. The Sharpie quivers its way closer and closer to your skin like a murder knife.

But just before the tip scrapes your browbone, your elbow stabs Steve’s tricep, hard enough to free the marker from his hand. It’s flung across the dining table, spinning off the edge with a final click against the floor. It’s uncapped, and very likely just permanently stained some part of his house black, but Steve couldn’t care less.

All he can manage to care about in this moment is the way your eyes light up in victory. How your smile lines deepen and your breath shakes out to fan his face in short waves. How the weight of your head in his palm is a feeling that transcends almost all types of comfort he’s experienced before.

“What now, Harrington?” you goad.

He shakes his head, smiling harder than you’ve ever seen him smile. He’s so close you can see the molars in the very back of his mouth. His eyes trickle down to your lips for a second so long you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Daddy?”

Steve’s hands snap back to a more friendly place in his lap. “Hey, sweetheart. Hey. What’s the matter?”

Penelope hustles to his chair, whimpers cut short every step.

He tugs her up into his lap, tucking in her limbs one at a time. His palm, large but no less gentle, presses frizzy stalks of dark hair flat to her skull. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I didn’t know where you went,” she mewls. Her back trembles under his other hand, climbing up under her shirt and falling in long passes down her spine.

“‘M sorry. We didn’t want to wake you, that’s why we came in here.” He pecks the closest point of her head. “Scared you, huh?”

His attention on her doesn’t waver. Whatever version of himself he was with you vanished the instant he laid eyes on poor Penelope’s face. Dad Steve comes before any other Steve, Penelope before any other person.

“Time is it?” she murmurs into his neck.

“Late. Like way past your bedtime.”

Penelope remembers you’re still there, turning in Steve’s arms to double-check. Her ruddy cheeks glisten under the dining room light, a heartbreaking frown to match. “Are you doing a sleepover?” she asks.

You smile, though maybe you shouldn’t. She’s still frowning, but more upset that she might not have been invited to a sleepover that’s not even happening.

“No, babe. I’ll be leaving soon. It’s past my bedtime too.”

You think she replies but it’s more sound than coherent word.

“Come on. Back to bed. Your real bed this time.” Steve lifts her sideways like Sleeping Beauty as he stands. “Say goodnight.”

“I want your bed,” she says instead, slow blinking at Steve’s sweater.

“But your stuffies will be so lonely,” he reasons.

“I’ll bring them.”

“All of them?”

“Mhmm.”

From the angle you’re sitting, you can’t see most of Penelope’s face, but judging by the look Steve sends you, you imagine it’s pretty damn cute.

“Be right back,” he assures, adjusting his grip under her knees before he starts for her bedroom.

Your gaze drops to the wooden spindles of the chair Steve occupied just a moment ago. He was going to kiss you— you’re almost certain of it. The weight of his hand clings to the back of your neck, a phantom touch. And the heaviness to his eyes, replete with intent, only a flash in your mind. Why else stare at someone’s lips for so long?

You swipe the nearest wine glass and bare your teeth at your reflection. No food is caught between them, no crumbs on your face. You set the glass down. Steve was going to kiss you. Right?

“Maybe, Penelope’s right?”

You flinch at the suddenness of his voice, twisting around to find Steve back in the archway.

He ambles up to the table, fingers wrapping around the back of your chair. “About a sleepover. All that wine, you know? Probably safer if you stayed the night.”

You huff, not so much a laugh as a breath of air. There’s a blurry line somewhere between joking and flirting and you’re certain you’ve both crossed it tonight.

“I can handle my pretend alcohol, Steve. Don’t you worry.”

He sighs, a very theatric upswing to his voice. “If you say so.”

You roll your eyes and stand. Steve collects the wine glasses to set in the sink and follows you to the front door silently.

“Thanks for the food. And the wine,” you croon, stuffing into your shoes one at a time.

“Thanks for driving us,” he replies as you look back up.

You nod, eyes affixed to his. Not knowing what to say. Not wanting to leave.

“Don’t forget to pick us up tomorrow.”

“I have a better chance of winning the ugly sweater thing if I ditch you.”

“And break poor Penelope’s heart?”

“I’ll sneak her out.”

His chest shakes through a soundless laugh. “Oh, she’d love that.”

You tap his sweater with the tip of your car key. “I’ll pick you up at noon– if you’re lucky.”

There’s evidence of a long day in the dark crescents under his eyes, and still, he pulls the door open for you and says, “Call me when you’re home. Drive safe.”

Love, admiration, attachment, whatever it is, it rolls through you like a pinball, shooting from one end of your ribcage to the other. To be cared for on such a level is a weightless kind of overwhelming. A good kind, if there is one.

“Don’t wait up,” you reply.

But you know he will regardless of whatever else you say. He’ll call you first, wake Penelope, and drive over to your place if he has to.

So at home, you dial Steve’s number before you even take off your shoes. And he picks up before the end of the first ring.

“Can I tell you something?” you ask as soon as the call connects.

“Hmm?”

He sounds half-asleep. You consider wishing him good night then, but you didn’t plan to say much to begin with. And you might never tell him if not now.

“I just… I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in… maybe ever.”

He smiles, you recognize the sound through the crackle of several miles. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Me neither.”

There’s a beat. A soft inhale, exhale that shouldn’t sound as lovely as it does. “That’s all I wanted to tell you.”

“See you tomorrow, pen stealer.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

The line clicks and you’re left to the stark silence of your home. Joy ripens into something richer, something fuller. You feel whole, like you hadn’t realized something was missing in the first place.

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𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 + 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

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Sagittarius energy is adventurous, optimistic, and constantly seeking wisdom, guided by the expansive influence of Jupiter. Unlike signs that dwell on details, Sagittarius in each House encourages us to look at the bigger picture, embracing exploration and growth. Through its journey across the Houses, we see how this boundless energy inspires us to seek knowledge, expand our horizons, and pursue freedom in various aspects of life. This journey reveals the unique ways Sagittarius pushes us toward spiritual and intellectual growth, guiding us to live with enthusiasm, curiosity, and a thirst for discovery.

𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Aries rising, Sagittarius governs the 9th house, the house of higher education, spirituality, travel, and belief systems. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Aries risings are naturally inclined to approach life with a spirit of adventure, curiosity, and a thirst for knowledge. They view the world as an open field for exploration, seeking truth, growth, and wisdom through experiences. They often approach philosophical and spiritual questions with openness and optimism, valuing beliefs that broaden their perspective. Sagittarius’s influence encourages Aries risings to embrace life as a journey, where each experience and interaction serves as an opportunity to learn and grow. They may feel called to travel or study new philosophies, often pursuing knowledge that connects them to a larger, universal perspective.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 9th-house energy of adventure and wisdom flows directly into the self. The native exudes optimism, generosity, and a sense of possibility. They approach life with a pioneering spirit, often inspiring others with their enthusiasm and love for learning. They are likely to have a natural charisma, and their sense of purpose often centers around personal growth and expanding their horizons.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may view financial stability as a foundation for their pursuits of learning and travel, often valuing resources that allow them to grow intellectually and spiritually. They may attract abundance through their positive outlook and generosity and often see money as a means to explore and expand their life experiences.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 9th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native is likely to be an enthusiastic and persuasive communicator, often sharing their ideas and knowledge freely. They may have a passion for teaching, learning, or writing, and they approach their local environment with a sense of wonder and curiosity, often seeing learning opportunities everywhere.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may create a home that reflects their love for culture, travel, and exploration, possibly surrounding themselves with artifacts or memories from travels. Family values are often centered around growth, generosity, and open-mindedness, and they may feel encouraged to pursue their philosophical or spiritual interests through family connections.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy of optimism and adventure channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may approach love and creativity with a spirit of adventure, often seeking romantic connections that are intellectually stimulating. They are likely to express themselves with enthusiasm and are drawn to creative or recreational pursuits that broaden their worldview, such as foreign art forms, travel, or cultural activities.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may view their work and daily life as a path to personal growth, often valuing jobs that allow for travel, learning, or cultural exchange. They approach work with an optimistic outlook and often bring generosity to their interactions with colleagues. Their approach to health may involve exploring holistic or alternative practices that enhance their physical and spiritual well-being.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy of expansion and optimism flows into partnerships. The native may seek relationships with individuals who share or support their love for growth, learning, and exploration. They may be drawn to partners from different cultural or philosophical backgrounds, and they value relationships that encourage mutual expansion and inspire a shared journey of self-discovery and truth-seeking.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may find personal growth and wisdom through deep, transformative relationships. They approach intimacy and shared resources with a sense of generosity and trust, often using partnerships as a means of spiritual growth and discovery. They may also feel drawn to study esoteric subjects or explore philosophies that involve life’s deeper mysteries.

Jupiter in the 9th House: With Jupiter in its own 9th house, the Sagittarian energy of expansion, learning, and spiritual growth is strongly expressed in philosophy, travel, and higher education. The native is a natural seeker, drawn to exploring diverse cultures, spiritual practices, and philosophical traditions. They are likely to have a lifelong passion for learning and are often driven to share their knowledge with others, finding meaning and purpose through teaching, mentoring, or guiding others.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may be drawn to a career that involves teaching, travel, or philosophical pursuits. They are likely to bring a broad perspective to their work, and their public image may reflect their sense of purpose and enthusiasm for growth. They are often seen as generous, wise, and visionary in their field, inspiring others with their ideals and positive outlook.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 9th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native is likely to form friendships with people who share their love for learning, philosophy, or social causes. They may bring optimism and enthusiasm to group activities and are often drawn to social or humanitarian work that allows them to contribute to the greater good, using their ideals to inspire positive change within their community.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 9th-house energy of wisdom and spiritual growth takes on a more introspective, mystical quality. The native may feel drawn to spiritual exploration and practices that connect them with their inner world. They are likely to find fulfillment in solitude, meditation, or other practices that encourage personal transformation and may even seek to share their knowledge by quietly guiding others through times of uncertainty.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Taurus rising, Sagittarius governs the 8th house, the house of shared resources, intimacy, transformation, and life’s mysteries. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Taurus risings may approach deep relationships, transformative experiences, and their exploration of life’s mysteries with curiosity, optimism, and a desire for expansion. They often seek to understand the deeper truths in life, valuing relationships that allow for growth and emotional depth. Sagittarius’s influence in the 8th house can give them a philosophical approach to life’s ups and downs, helping them to embrace change as an opportunity for wisdom and growth. They may be drawn to spiritual practices, psychological exploration, or studies that allow them to understand life on a profound level, and they may use their insight to help others transform. Sagittarius ruling the 8th house encourages Taurus risings to approach life’s mysteries with a sense of openness, seeing each transformative experience as a path to greater understanding and self-awareness.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 8th-house energy of curiosity and depth flows directly into the self. The native may exude a sense of wisdom, optimism, and resilience. They approach life’s challenges with a positive outlook and a willingness to explore the unknown. Their personality reflects a combination of stability and curiosity, often inspiring others with their balanced approach to growth and transformation.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may experience growth in areas of shared resources or investments, often finding luck and expansion through financial partnerships. They may approach finances with a sense of optimism and trust, believing that abundance flows through openness and shared efforts. They may value wealth that allows for personal and spiritual exploration.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 8th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native may enjoy exploring philosophical, spiritual, or psychological topics in conversations, often bringing insight to those around them. They may have a talent for discussing complex subjects and could use their knowledge to support others through difficult or transformative times.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may experience transformation through family or may be drawn to exploring family ancestry, spirituality, or hidden aspects of their heritage. Their home may serve as a space for introspection, healing, and spiritual growth, and they may be known for providing support and wisdom to family members during challenging times.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy of depth and transformation channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may be drawn to creative or romantic pursuits that allow them to explore life’s deeper aspects. They may approach love with a philosophical attitude, often valuing partners who encourage their emotional growth. Creative pursuits may have spiritual or transformative themes, reflecting their interest in uncovering life’s truths.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may find purpose in work that involves helping others through transformation, such as counseling, psychology, or healing professions. They may approach health and wellness with an optimistic outlook, exploring holistic practices or alternative therapies that support inner growth. They view daily life as an opportunity for learning and spiritual advancement.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy of growth and transformation flows into partnerships. The native may seek deep, philosophical connections in relationships, often desiring a partner who encourages emotional and spiritual growth. They value partners who bring optimism and wisdom into their life and may approach marriage as a shared journey toward truth and understanding, seeking deep emotional bonds and mutual transformation.

Jupiter in the 8th House: With Jupiter in its own 8th house, the Sagittarian energy of exploration, growth, and spiritual depth is strongly expressed in intimacy, shared resources, and transformation. The native has a natural curiosity about life’s mysteries and may be drawn to subjects like metaphysics, psychology, and spirituality. They may experience profound growth through relationships and shared resources, often seeing each experience as an opportunity for wisdom and transformation.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may be deeply philosophical, viewing life’s challenges as part of a larger spiritual journey. They may be drawn to travel or studies that explore life’s mysteries, such as psychology, metaphysics, or ancient spiritual practices. Their quest for knowledge is often rooted in a desire for inner growth and understanding of the world’s deeper truths.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may pursue a career that allows them to engage with depth and transformation, such as research, finance, healing, or spiritual guidance. They are likely respected for their wisdom and ability to see the “big picture” in complex matters, often bringing philosophical insight to their professional life and may be drawn to roles that involve profound impact or transformation.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 8th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may find fulfillment in friendships that support their spiritual or philosophical growth, often valuing friends who share their interests in personal transformation or life’s mysteries. They are likely drawn to social causes that seek to improve lives on a deep, lasting level, often working toward goals that foster emotional or spiritual healing within their community.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 8th-house energy of transformation and spirituality takes on a more introspective, mystical quality. The native may be drawn to spiritual practices, meditation, or inner exploration, often finding wisdom in solitude or through quiet introspection. They may feel a strong connection to the unseen or hidden dimensions of life, using their understanding to help others find peace and healing, often in subtle, supportive ways.

𝐆𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Gemini rising, Sagittarius governs the 7th house, the house of partnerships, marriage, and close relationships. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Gemini risings are drawn to relationships that offer growth, adventure, and intellectual stimulation. They tend to seek partners who share their love for exploration, learning, and broadening horizons. Relationships are often seen as an opportunity for expansion, both personally and intellectually, and they are likely to look for partners who inspire them to think big and explore new perspectives. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that Gemini risings may approach partnerships with optimism and enthusiasm, desiring freedom within their connections and valuing open-mindedness and honesty. They often learn life’s most important lessons through their partnerships, and they may attract people who encourage their curiosity and love for knowledge. Sagittarius ruling the 7th house encourages Gemini risings to embrace relationships as a journey of mutual discovery and growth, seeking companions who share their adventurous spirit.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 7th-house energy of optimism and expansion flows directly into the self. The native approaches life with enthusiasm and a positive outlook, often inspiring others with their charisma and natural curiosity. They likely bring warmth, openness, and generosity into their relationships, attracting partners who share their love for learning and growth. They approach both life and love with a spirit of exploration and a readiness to embrace new experiences.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may view financial stability as a foundation for a fulfilling partnership, valuing abundance and generosity in their approach to resources. They may attract partnerships that bring financial or material growth, and they are likely to appreciate partners who value security and abundance as much as they do. They may also share common values with their partners that support their mutual growth.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 7th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native has a natural talent for engaging in meaningful conversations, often sharing philosophical or intellectual insights with their partners. They may value communication highly in relationships and often seek partners who encourage open-mindedness and stimulate their curiosity. Relationships are enriched by shared discussions, ideas, and learning.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may desire a home life that encourages learning, growth, and spiritual connection with their partner. They may value a sense of expansion and freedom within their family life and often see relationships as a source of emotional support and personal growth. Family life or shared beliefs often play an important role in their partnerships.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy of adventure and optimism channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may seek partners who bring fun, joy, and inspiration into their life, often approaching romance with a spirit of adventure. They are likely to be drawn to partners who encourage their creative expression or share similar hobbies, and they may view relationships as an opportunity for mutual inspiration and exploration.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may attract partners who share their values around health, wellness, and productivity, often forming relationships that bring a positive influence to their daily life. They approach relationships with a sense of commitment and purpose and may value partnerships that contribute to both their personal growth and practical goals.

Jupiter in the 7th House: With Jupiter in its own 7th house, the Sagittarian energy of openness, expansion, and generosity is strongly expressed in partnerships. The native is likely to be highly optimistic in relationships, often seeking partners who bring excitement and adventure. They approach love with trust and openness, valuing honesty and mutual growth. Their relationships are likely to be sources of significant personal growth, and they may have a tendency to attract partners who expand their worldview.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may approach relationships with a desire for deep, transformative experiences and is likely to be drawn to partners who encourage their personal growth. They value trust and openness in intimate bonds, and their relationships often involve a sense of spiritual or philosophical exploration, encouraging them to understand life on a deeper level.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native is likely to be drawn to partners who share their love for adventure, exploration, or spiritual pursuits. They may seek a partner with whom they can travel, study, or explore new ideas. Relationships are likely to involve a shared commitment to learning and expanding their horizons, often resulting in a partnership that feels both expansive and inspiring.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may be drawn to partnerships that support their career aspirations or public goals. They may find professional success through alliances and often seek partners who share their ambitions. Their relationships may have a public dimension, and they value partnerships that offer both growth and respect in the community.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 7th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may form partnerships within their social circles or through shared causes. They are likely to value friendships in their romantic or business partnerships, often seeking partners who share their vision for collective progress. They may be drawn to relationships that align with their social ideals or encourage community involvement.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 7th-house energy of growth and exploration takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may seek a partner who supports their spiritual journey, and they may be drawn to relationships that encourage healing or inner growth. They may feel a deep, almost mystical connection in their partnerships, often seeking a bond that feels spiritually meaningful and expansive.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Cancer rising, Sagittarius governs the 6th house, the house of work, health, daily routines, and service. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Cancer risings are likely to approach their daily life and work with enthusiasm, curiosity, and a desire for growth. They often bring a positive outlook to their routines, seeing each day as an opportunity to learn and expand. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that Cancer risings may seek work that feels meaningful, allowing them to connect with others, broaden their perspective, and contribute to something larger than themselves. They may be drawn to fields that involve teaching, guiding, or even travel. Health and wellness may also be influenced by their sense of adventure—they tend to gravitate toward holistic or alternative wellness practices that connect mind, body, and spirit. Sagittarius ruling the 6th house encourages Cancer risings to embrace an open-minded, growth-oriented approach to their everyday life, making each experience a chance to broaden their horizons.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 6th-house energy of optimism and growth flows directly into the self. The native brings a sense of positivity, warmth, and generosity to their daily life, inspiring those around them. They may have a natural charisma, approaching their routines and work with confidence. They often see each day as an opportunity for personal growth and are likely to take a philosophical approach to both health and work.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may seek financial stability as a foundation for their daily work and routines, often viewing resources as a means to expand their life experiences. They may value work that provides both growth and security, and they may see financial abundance as something that supports their daily life in meaningful ways.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 6th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native is likely to bring an open-minded, enthusiastic approach to daily interactions. They may enjoy discussing philosophical or intellectual topics with colleagues and value routines that involve learning. Communication in their work life is likely positive and inspiring, and they may enjoy roles that involve teaching or sharing knowledge.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may enjoy bringing a sense of routine and meaning into their home life, possibly finding work opportunities that allow them to work from home or involve family. They may approach family responsibilities with a positive outlook, and their sense of service often extends to creating a nurturing, expansive home environment.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy of optimism and growth channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may approach their daily routines with a sense of creativity, bringing fun and enthusiasm to their work. They may seek work that allows for self-expression, and their health routines might involve joyful, engaging activities. They are likely to inspire others through their passion and positivity in everyday life.

Jupiter in the 6th House: With Jupiter in its own 6th house, the Sagittarian energy of adventure, optimism, and growth is strongly expressed in daily work and health. The native is likely to have a positive, growth-oriented attitude toward their routines, often viewing work as a path to learning and improvement. They may be drawn to jobs that involve service, education, or travel, and they approach health with a desire to connect with holistic and alternative practices that enrich their mind and body.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy of exploration and growth flows into partnerships. The native may seek partners who support or share their work ideals, and they may be drawn to relationships that encourage their daily growth. They value partnerships that bring positivity and expansion to their lives and may even find opportunities to work alongside a partner, sharing a commitment to learning and self-improvement.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may view their work as a path to self-discovery, often seeking roles that allow for depth and transformation. They may approach health with a holistic mindset, valuing practices that connect mind, body, and spirit. They may also benefit from shared resources or partnerships that support their daily routines or health practices.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may approach their work with a strong desire for meaning, often drawn to professions that involve teaching, travel, or sharing knowledge. They may see health and wellness as connected to their spiritual journey and are likely to pursue practices that nourish their mind and spirit as well as their body.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may be drawn to a career that allows them to inspire or serve others on a larger scale. They approach their career with an optimistic outlook, often bringing a visionary perspective to their work. Their reputation may reflect their dedication to personal growth and service, and they may be known for their generosity and positivity in professional settings.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 6th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may bring a spirit of service and positivity to group activities, often forming connections with people who share their ideals. They may be drawn to work that involves social or humanitarian causes, often seeing their work as a way to contribute to a greater good. Friendships and social networks support their growth and offer opportunities to expand their daily life.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 6th-house energy of growth and spirituality takes on a more introspective, mystical quality. The native may be drawn to work or routines that allow for solitude, meditation, or spiritual practices. They may find purpose in helping others in quiet or unseen ways, often approaching work as a form of spiritual service. Health routines may include practices like yoga or meditation, helping them connect with a deeper sense of purpose and inner peace.

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Leo rising, Sagittarius governs the 5th house, the house of creativity, self-expression, romance, and joy. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Leo risings are inclined to approach love, creativity, and recreation with a spirit of adventure, enthusiasm, and a love for freedom. They bring optimism and open-mindedness into their relationships, often seeking romantic connections that inspire them to grow and explore life’s possibilities. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that Leo risings thrive in environments that allow them to express themselves freely and embrace life’s joyful experiences. They often seek partners and hobbies that expand their horizons, whether intellectually, culturally, or spiritually. In creative pursuits, they are likely to experiment, dream big, and find joy in sharing their passions. Sagittarius ruling the 5th house encourages Leo risings to view life as a playground for discovery, where each romance, creative project, or joyful experience adds to their journey of self-discovery and happiness.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 5th-house energy of enthusiasm and adventure flows directly into the self. The native exudes warmth, optimism, and a magnetic presence, naturally attracting others with their charisma. They approach life with a sense of fun and curiosity, often inspiring those around them with their positivity and willingness to try new things. Creativity and joy are central to their identity, and they are likely to express themselves with confidence and a love for life’s adventures.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may view financial resources as a means to support creative endeavors, romantic experiences, and joyful pursuits. They are likely to be generous with their resources and may find fulfillment in spending on experiences that bring happiness and learning. They may also attract financial growth through their creativity and optimistic approach to life.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 5th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native may enjoy sharing ideas, stories, or creative projects with friends and family, often bringing a sense of adventure to their conversations. They are likely to be a storyteller at heart, drawn to exploring new concepts and bringing a fun, engaging style to their communication, especially in close relationships.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may create a home life that is filled with laughter, warmth, and a sense of adventure. They may enjoy family gatherings and encourage joy and creativity within the household. They often approach family connections with generosity and an open heart, and they may feel most at home in a joyful, welcoming environment that supports self-expression.

Jupiter in the 5th House: With Jupiter in its own 5th house, the Sagittarian energy of adventure, joy, and expansion is powerfully expressed in creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may have a strong desire for freedom in love, often seeking romantic relationships that feel inspiring and boundless. They approach creativity with a love for exploration, likely drawn to hobbies or artistic pursuits that allow for self-discovery and joy. They radiate warmth, fun, and a love for life.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may approach their daily life with a playful, positive outlook, often integrating creativity and joy into their routines. They may enjoy a work environment that feels fulfilling and may be drawn to careers that allow them to express their love for learning or share their optimistic outlook with others. They approach health as part of their daily enjoyment, possibly incorporating fun and uplifting wellness practices.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy of adventure and joy flows into partnerships. The native may be drawn to partners who inspire their creativity and share their love for life’s joys. They approach relationships with warmth, openness, and a willingness to explore together, often valuing freedom and optimism in their partnerships. Their ideal partner is someone who complements their sense of fun and encourages mutual growth and self-expression.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may seek depth and transformation in romantic relationships, often valuing openness and trust in intimate connections. They approach love with optimism, often viewing it as a path to self-discovery and growth. In creative pursuits, they may be drawn to explore profound themes, blending joy with an understanding of life’s deeper mysteries.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may find fulfillment in exploring love, creativity, or self-expression through travel, education, or spiritual exploration. They may be drawn to partners or hobbies that broaden their horizons, and they are likely to enjoy activities that blend adventure and personal growth. They view both romance and creativity as paths to explore life’s larger questions.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may be drawn to a career that allows them to express their creativity or share their joyful, optimistic outlook with others. They are likely known for their enthusiasm and generosity, often inspiring others in their professional field. They may be drawn to public roles that align with their values and encourage them to bring positivity into their work.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 5th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may be drawn to friendships and group activities that allow for self-expression, joy, and creativity. They often enjoy being part of social circles that share their love for adventure, and they may find fulfillment in social causes that promote optimism and happiness. They bring a warm, inclusive energy to groups, often inspiring friends and allies.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 5th-house energy of joy and expansion takes on a more introspective, mystical quality. The native may explore creativity and self-expression through spirituality or quiet, introspective practices, finding joy in art, meditation, or other healing activities. They may view romance and self-expression as spiritual practices, often seeking depth and understanding in their creative and romantic pursuits.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Virgo rising, Sagittarius governs the 4th house, the house of home, family, roots, and emotional foundation. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Virgo risings often approach family and home life with a spirit of openness, curiosity, and growth. They are likely to be drawn to creating a home environment that is welcoming, spacious, and full of inspiration. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that Virgo risings see their home as a place for exploration and learning, perhaps filled with books, souvenirs from travels, or reminders of family adventures. Emotionally, they may seek inner peace and grounding through personal growth, spiritual exploration, or learning. They may also feel a strong connection to their heritage or family wisdom, seeing their roots as a foundation for their life journey. Sagittarius ruling the 4th house encourages Virgo risings to view their home as a sanctuary of growth, wisdom, and joy, where they can find both emotional security and the freedom to explore their inner world.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 4th-house energy of optimism and growth flows directly into the self. The native brings warmth, curiosity, and a sense of joy to their family and home life. They are likely to be seen as a guiding presence within their family, inspiring loved ones with their positive outlook and desire for learning. They approach life with openness and may feel personally uplifted by their family connections.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may view financial security as essential to creating a welcoming and growth-oriented home environment. They may value abundance in their personal life and may attract financial stability that allows them to create a comforting, educational space for themselves and their family. They approach family matters with generosity and an optimistic outlook.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 4th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native may enjoy sharing stories, family history, or philosophical insights within the family. They often bring warmth to family conversations and may have a close bond with siblings or relatives. They approach communication with family members openly and may enjoy traveling or learning together with their family.

Jupiter in the 4th House: With Jupiter in its own 4th house, the Sagittarian energy of growth, warmth, and wisdom is strongly expressed in home and family life. The native is likely to create an inspiring, expansive home filled with positivity and learning. They may view their home as a place of exploration and emotional enrichment, and they bring optimism and joy into family matters. This placement often indicates a deep connection to heritage or a large, warm-hearted family environment.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy of optimism and adventure channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may bring joy and creativity into family life, often encouraging self-expression within the home. They may enjoy creating a fun, engaging home environment for children or family members and may approach family gatherings with enthusiasm and a sense of celebration. Romance and joy play a significant role in family life.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may view family responsibilities as opportunities for growth and approach domestic duties with an optimistic outlook. They often seek a balanced, health-conscious lifestyle that integrates family and work life. They are likely to create a home environment that promotes wellness, positivity, and growth, and they may bring a spirit of service and support into family interactions.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy of growth and exploration flows into partnerships. The native may seek a partner who shares their values around home, family, and personal growth. They are drawn to creating a warm, welcoming home life with their partner, valuing freedom and mutual respect in their relationship. Relationships often bring them a sense of emotional grounding and shared growth, and they may enjoy exploring philosophies or spiritual beliefs together.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may seek depth and meaning in family connections, often valuing honesty and shared emotional growth within the home. They approach family life with a desire for deeper understanding and may be drawn to explore their roots, heritage, or psychological connections within their family. Intimacy and transformation are likely strong themes in family dynamics.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may bring a love for travel, culture, and philosophy into their home life. They may feel connected to their family’s cultural or spiritual background and could be drawn to create a home that reflects their own philosophical beliefs. The home may serve as a sanctuary for learning, filled with items that inspire exploration and growth.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may be drawn to a career that allows them to support or improve family life or to work in a field related to teaching, spirituality, or cultural work. They are likely respected in their field for their optimistic outlook and commitment to family values. They bring wisdom and vision into their public image, often inspired by their family background and upbringing.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 4th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may enjoy bringing friends or community members into their home, creating a warm, inclusive environment. They may be drawn to group activities that support family values or community improvement, and they often attract friends who share their love for learning and growth. Social gatherings in the home may be frequent and uplifting.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 4th-house energy of wisdom and introspection takes on a mystical quality. The native may find deep emotional grounding through spirituality or quiet, introspective practices within the home. They may view home as a place for solitude and spiritual exploration, valuing privacy and inner peace. This placement often brings a quiet, expansive joy to family life, and they may feel a strong spiritual connection with their roots.

𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Libra rising, Sagittarius governs the 3rd house, the house of communication, learning, intellect, and close relationships like siblings or neighbors. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Libra risings are likely to approach learning and communication with an open mind, curiosity, and a love for exploring new ideas. They are often inspired to seek wisdom and expand their understanding, enjoying conversations that introduce fresh perspectives and philosophical discussions. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that Libra risings are natural storytellers, drawn to sharing ideas in ways that are uplifting and broad-minded. They may have a positive, encouraging communication style and often inspire others to think bigger. Sagittarius ruling the 3rd house encourages Libra risings to treat learning as an endless journey, where each conversation or experience can open a door to new wisdom. Travel and exploration are likely important for them, and they may find deep joy in expanding their mind through new experiences, cultures, and ideas.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 3rd-house energy of optimism and curiosity flows directly into the self. The native exudes warmth, positivity, and an openness that draws others in. They are likely to have a love for learning and share their insights with enthusiasm. Their natural curiosity and expansive mindset inspire those around them, and they approach conversations with genuine interest in others' perspectives.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may view financial resources as a means to support their learning and exploration. They value security but are also generous and open to experiences that broaden their understanding. They might invest in education or travel, valuing intellectual and spiritual growth as much as material stability.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in its own 3rd house, the Sagittarian energy of curiosity, learning, and expansion is strongly expressed in communication and relationships. The native is likely a lifelong learner, drawn to exploring diverse ideas and sharing them with others. They may enjoy teaching or writing and often bring a philosophical tone to their everyday interactions. Siblings or close friends may play an important role in their growth and development.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may have a family that values learning, culture, or exploration, and they may find emotional security in intellectual pursuits. They might encourage family discussions on philosophy, spirituality, or world events, creating a home atmosphere that supports intellectual and emotional growth.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy of adventure and curiosity channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may approach creativity with an enthusiastic and exploratory mindset, enjoying projects that allow for self-discovery. They are likely to be playful and engaging in love, drawn to partners who encourage their intellectual growth. They may also enjoy artistic pursuits that have philosophical themes or reflect their beliefs.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may approach work and daily responsibilities with an optimistic mindset, often viewing each task as an opportunity for learning and improvement. They may enjoy a work environment that allows them to communicate and connect with others, and they bring a spirit of generosity and open-mindedness to their daily interactions.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy of open communication and curiosity flows into partnerships. The native may seek partners who are intellectually stimulating and share their love for learning and exploration. They value relationships that foster growth and wisdom, often approaching partnerships with honesty and a shared sense of adventure. They may attract partners who encourage them to explore new ideas and perspectives.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may approach deep conversations and transformative experiences with optimism, often valuing honesty and openness in intimate relationships. They seek to explore life’s mysteries and are likely drawn to philosophical or spiritual studies, particularly those that help them understand themselves and others on a deeper level.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native is deeply philosophical, naturally drawn to studies that broaden their perspective. They may travel frequently or pursue education that exposes them to diverse cultures, ideologies, and spiritual practices. They view life as a continuous journey of learning and are passionate about sharing their discoveries with others.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may be drawn to careers that allow them to communicate, teach, or engage with broad audiences. They are often respected for their wisdom, optimism, and integrity in professional settings, and they may seek roles that involve sharing ideas or knowledge. Their public image may reflect their love for exploration, knowledge, and positive thinking.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 3rd-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may form friendships with individuals who inspire them intellectually and share their enthusiasm for learning and social causes. They are drawn to groups or social circles that encourage personal growth, and they may use their communication skills to support or lead in community efforts. Friends play an essential role in their growth and understanding.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 3rd-house energy of exploration and wisdom takes on a more introspective, mystical quality. The native may be drawn to spiritual studies, meditation, or inner exploration, often finding wisdom in solitude. They may communicate their insights in subtle, intuitive ways and are likely to seek inner peace through contemplation, valuing privacy and spiritual growth.

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Scorpio rising, Sagittarius governs the 2nd house, the house of personal resources, finances, self-worth, and values. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Scorpio risings are likely to approach material wealth and personal values with an open, optimistic, and philosophical attitude. They often view money and resources as tools for growth, freedom, and exploration. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that Scorpio risings value knowledge, wisdom, and experiences that broaden their horizons, often feeling that true wealth lies in the adventures they have and the wisdom they gain along the way. They tend to believe in abundance and may attract financial opportunities through their positive outlook and generosity. With Sagittarius ruling their 2nd house, Scorpio risings are encouraged to seek financial security that supports their sense of independence and fuels their life experiences. They may also value possessions that carry meaning, inspire curiosity, or remind them of personal growth and spiritual journeys.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 2nd-house energy of optimism and abundance flows directly into the self. The native exudes confidence, generosity, and a natural sense of optimism, which helps them attract resources and opportunities. They view self-worth as tied to personal growth and integrity and are likely to inspire others with their positivity and broad-minded approach to life. Their approach to finances is often proactive and courageous.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: With Jupiter in its own 2nd house, the Sagittarian energy of abundance, generosity, and expansion is powerfully expressed in finances and self-worth. The native may experience financial growth through positive thinking and taking calculated risks. They are likely generous with their resources and may attract financial success through their belief in abundance. They often see wealth as something to be shared, especially in ways that contribute to personal and collective growth.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy channels into communication and close relationships. The native may express their values through intellectual pursuits and communication, often seeing wealth as something that can be gained through knowledge and shared wisdom. They may attract financial opportunities through networking, teaching, or writing, and they value close relationships that support their learning and growth.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may view home as a place of abundance and security, often valuing family traditions that emphasize growth and wisdom. They may create a comfortable, open home environment and value possessions that have meaning and reflect their heritage. Financial security is often tied to their emotional foundation, and they may find fulfillment in using their resources to support family or create a nurturing home.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy of joy and generosity channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may attract wealth or resources through creative pursuits or speculative ventures and often values joy and adventure over material accumulation. They view romance and creativity as expressions of personal wealth and are likely to be generous in relationships, enjoying experiences that bring pleasure and growth.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may approach work and service with a positive outlook, often seeing their job as an opportunity for growth and contribution. They may be drawn to work that offers both intellectual stimulation and financial stability. Health and wellness are valued, and they may approach physical and mental well-being as forms of personal wealth, investing in routines that promote balance and growth.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy of abundance and values flows into partnerships. The native may attract partnerships that support their financial or material growth, often valuing relationships that encourage self-worth and mutual expansion. They are likely to attract generous partners or relationships that help them broaden their perspective on wealth, values, and what truly matters in life.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may experience financial growth through shared resources or investments, often valuing trust and openness in financial partnerships. They approach material wealth with a philosophical attitude, valuing depth and transformation in their financial interactions. They may be drawn to exploring life’s mysteries and investing in experiences that deepen their understanding of value beyond material wealth.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may be drawn to earning or spending money on travel, education, or spiritual pursuits. They see wealth as a means to explore and expand their understanding of the world, and they value possessions and resources that support intellectual and spiritual growth. Financial opportunities may come through foreign travel, education, or philosophical work.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may achieve financial success through their career, often pursuing a path that reflects their values and belief in personal growth. They bring optimism and vision to their work, and their public image may reflect their integrity and commitment to abundance. They may be known for their generosity, leadership, and ability to inspire others through their profession.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 2nd-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may attract financial opportunities through social or community networks, often valuing friendships that encourage personal growth and shared ideals. They may bring optimism and abundance to group projects and are likely to support social causes or initiatives that align with their values. Friendships and community play a role in their sense of abundance.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 2nd-house energy of wisdom and abundance takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may view wealth as something internal, valuing spiritual growth and inner peace over material accumulation. They may experience financial growth through charitable work, spiritual practices, or helping others behind the scenes. Their self-worth is often connected to their spiritual or inner values, and they find fulfillment in exploring life’s deeper meanings.

𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Sagittarius rising, Sagittarius governs the 1st house, the house of self, identity, and how one presents themselves to the world. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Sagittarius risings are naturally adventurous, optimistic, and open-minded. They often exude warmth, curiosity, and a love for exploration, which can manifest as a love for travel, learning, and experiences that broaden their understanding of the world. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that these individuals have a strong need for freedom, both physically and intellectually, and they seek personal growth through new experiences and spiritual insights. They approach life as a journey of discovery, driven by a quest for truth, meaning, and wisdom. Sagittarius ruling the 1st house encourages Sagittarius risings to be bold and authentic, embracing their inner wanderer and seeker of wisdom.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian energy of adventure, optimism, and growth is powerfully expressed in the self. The native embodies a natural charisma, exuding warmth and positivity that draws others in. They may have a larger-than-life presence, often inspiring others through their joyful approach to life. They tend to be open to new experiences and carry a deep sense of purpose and inner faith, radiating confidence and hope.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may approach money with generosity and an abundance mindset, often believing that resources are meant to be shared and enjoyed. They may be drawn to earn or invest in ways that align with their personal beliefs and love for exploration. Their values are likely rooted in personal freedom, generosity, and a love for knowledge.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 1st-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native is likely to be a natural storyteller and teacher, often sharing insights and perspectives with enthusiasm. They enjoy learning and sharing knowledge, and they approach communication with a positive, broad-minded outlook. Conversations with siblings or friends may be intellectually enriching and stimulating.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may create a home that is open, welcoming, and culturally rich, valuing traditions that encourage growth and exploration. They often view family as a source of wisdom and may carry values inherited from a diverse or well-traveled family background. Their home is a place for both comfort and inspiration, encouraging emotional and intellectual growth.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy of joy and adventure channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native is likely to express themselves with confidence and passion, approaching romance and creativity with an open heart and playful spirit. They may be drawn to artistic or recreational pursuits that reflect their love for learning and exploration. In romance, they seek a partner who shares their enthusiasm and adventurous outlook.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may approach their work with a sense of purpose and adventure, often drawn to careers that allow them to grow, learn, or serve others. They bring a positive attitude to their daily responsibilities, viewing routines as opportunities for personal and spiritual development. They may incorporate holistic practices in their health routines, seeing wellness as an essential part of their journey.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy of openness and optimism flows into partnerships. The native seeks relationships that allow for mutual growth, honesty, and freedom. They are likely to attract partners who share their adventurous spirit or who encourage their journey of self-discovery. They value honesty, generosity, and an open-minded approach in relationships, seeking a partner who expands their worldview.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may find personal growth through transformative experiences in close relationships, often valuing depth and honesty in intimate connections. They approach life’s mysteries with curiosity and philosophical insight, seeing transformation as part of their journey. They may also be drawn to study metaphysical subjects or psychology.

Jupiter in the 9th House: With Jupiter in its own 9th house, the Sagittarian energy of philosophy, exploration, and higher learning is deeply amplified. The native has a powerful need for personal and intellectual freedom and is likely drawn to pursuits that allow them to study, travel, or teach. They are lifelong learners, seeking truth and wisdom through experiences that expand their understanding of the world. They may feel a calling to explore spiritual, philosophical, or cultural traditions.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may pursue a career that allows them to share their optimistic, visionary outlook with others. They often feel a sense of purpose in their public roles, and they may be drawn to professions that involve teaching, travel, or humanitarian work. They are likely known for their positive influence, broad perspective, and inspiring vision.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 1st-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may form friendships with people who share their love for growth, learning, and freedom. They often bring a sense of inclusivity and joy to social settings and may be drawn to community projects or social causes that align with their ideals. Friendships and social circles often support and inspire their journey of self-discovery.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 1st-house energy of adventure and spirituality takes on a more introspective, mystical quality. The native may find personal growth and wisdom through solitude, meditation, or spiritual practices. They approach life as a spiritual journey and often feel a strong connection to the unseen dimensions of life. Their sense of optimism is deeply rooted in their inner world, and they may be drawn to helping others quietly or through spiritual work.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Capricorn rising, Sagittarius governs the 12th house, the house of spirituality, solitude, hidden realms, dreams, and liberation from ego-driven pursuits. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Capricorn risings are often drawn to explore spirituality, philosophy, or mystical topics that help them expand beyond everyday practical concerns. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that they may seek freedom and growth through introspection, meditation, travel, or quiet study, often finding inspiration in solitude. The 12th house in Sagittarius may give Capricorn risings a deep inner optimism or faith, even if they don’t show it outwardly, and they may be guided by a sense of universal wisdom or a desire to understand life’s broader mysteries. Their private life or spiritual practices are often places of personal exploration and renewal. Sagittarius ruling the 12th house encourages Capricorn risings to expand their consciousness, embracing inner growth as a foundation for greater wisdom and self-liberation.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 12th-house energy of wisdom and spiritual growth flows directly into the self. The native may exude a quiet sense of optimism, and though they appear grounded and practical, they carry a deep inner faith and openness to life’s mysteries. They approach life with an inherent wisdom and tend to see each experience as an opportunity for self-discovery and growth, balancing their ambitious Capricorn nature with a compassionate, philosophical outlook.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may approach wealth with a sense of generosity and detachment, often viewing material resources as secondary to spiritual or inner growth. They may value freedom over accumulation, using financial security as a means to support inner exploration. They are likely to invest in experiences or possessions that inspire them or support their quiet, introspective pursuits.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 12th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native may be drawn to deep, meaningful conversations and may use communication as a way to share spiritual or philosophical insights. They value quiet reflection, and their interactions often reveal a subtle wisdom. Siblings or close friends may share their interest in exploring life’s mysteries, or they may be drawn to distant or foreign lands for study.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may approach home as a sanctuary for quiet reflection, creating a spiritually enriching environment. They may value their heritage and see family as part of their spiritual journey, and they may feel a deep connection to their roots or to spiritual traditions passed down through family. Their home may be filled with artifacts from travels or symbols of inner exploration.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy of exploration and joy channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may find fulfillment in artistic pursuits that involve themes of spirituality or self-discovery. They are likely to express themselves creatively in ways that touch on inner truths or universal wisdom, and they may approach romance with a philosophical attitude, valuing partners who inspire them to grow.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may approach their daily life with a quiet sense of purpose, often drawn to work that allows them to help others behind the scenes or engage in fields involving spirituality or healing. They may seek fulfillment in serving others, and health routines might incorporate holistic practices that promote mind-body wellness and support inner balance.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy of wisdom and spiritual exploration flows into partnerships. The native may be drawn to partners who share their love for inner growth, philosophy, or spirituality. They may attract relationships that feel like spiritual journeys, and they seek partners who encourage their self-discovery. They value openness, honesty, and mutual growth in partnerships, and they may experience a sense of liberation through shared philosophical pursuits.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may experience deep personal growth through transformative relationships or spiritual exploration. They may be drawn to exploring life’s mysteries, finding meaning in studying psychology, the occult, or metaphysics. They approach shared resources with a philosophical view, often seeing intimacy as a way to deepen their self-understanding and uncover hidden truths.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native is likely deeply spiritual or philosophical, seeing life as a continuous quest for wisdom and understanding. They may be drawn to distant cultures, spiritual teachings, or higher education as paths to self-discovery. Travel, study, and philosophical exploration are ways they expand their consciousness and embrace spiritual freedom.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may feel a sense of purpose in their public role, often drawn to careers that support others or contribute to society’s spiritual growth. They bring a quiet wisdom and vision to their profession, and their public image may reflect their integrity, philosophical depth, and commitment to inner growth. They are likely respected for their dedication and ethical approach to work.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 12th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may be drawn to groups or causes that align with their spiritual or philosophical ideals, often seeking friendships with like-minded people who share their interest in higher wisdom. They value friendships that support their journey of self-discovery, and they may play a behind-the-scenes role in social causes or community projects that inspire personal and collective growth.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in its own 12th house, the Sagittarian energy of spirituality, exploration, and wisdom takes on a deeply mystical quality. The native may be profoundly drawn to inner exploration, often finding wisdom and fulfillment in solitude, meditation, or spiritual practices. They may approach life with a deep faith in universal principles, seeing every experience as part of a greater cosmic plan. They are likely to be drawn to helping others in quiet, compassionate ways, finding peace in connecting with the unseen.

𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Aquarius rising, Sagittarius governs the 11th house, the house of friendships, community, social networks, and long-term aspirations. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Aquarius risings often approach social connections and goals with optimism, a love for learning, and a broad-minded perspective. They are drawn to friends and groups that encourage intellectual growth, exploration, and freedom. Sagittarius’s influence here suggests that Aquarius risings are likely to attract a diverse, international, or philosophically-minded social circle, and they may enjoy connecting with people from different cultural backgrounds. They also tend to have high ideals and long-term aspirations that are expansive and focused on making a positive impact on the world. With Sagittarius ruling their 11th house, Aquarius risings are encouraged to pursue their vision with enthusiasm, often aiming to create a meaningful legacy or contribute to causes that benefit society. They thrive in environments where ideas and innovation are celebrated, and they often inspire others with their optimistic outlook on collective growth.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 11th-house energy of enthusiasm and vision flows directly into the self. The native exudes warmth, generosity, and a hopeful outlook, often inspiring others with their ideas and ideals. They approach life with confidence, viewing each experience as a chance to learn and grow. Their presence attracts people who share their optimism, and they are often admired for their openness and vision.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may attract wealth and resources through their social networks or community involvement, often valuing abundance that benefits the collective. They are generous with their resources and may view financial stability as a means to support their long-term goals and aspirations. They may also find that their idealism and big-picture thinking bring financial opportunities.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 11th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native may be a natural communicator, sharing ideas that inspire and uplift others. They may form close connections with friends or community members who value intellectual growth and exploration. Their ideas are likely to have a philosophical or humanitarian slant, often encouraging social progress and innovation.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may have a family background that values education, culture, or social ideals, and they may feel deeply connected to causes that improve society. They often bring an optimistic spirit to family life and may view home as a space for learning and growth. They are likely to support family or community causes that align with their values.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy of joy and idealism channels into creativity, romance, and self-expression. The native may approach creative projects with an expansive mindset, often using art or self-expression as a means of promoting social ideals. They may be drawn to romantic partners who support their vision and encourage their aspirations. They are likely to have an idealistic approach to love and creativity, often focusing on shared growth and joy.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may find purpose in work that aligns with their ideals, often drawn to roles that contribute to social change or collective improvement. They bring a positive outlook to their daily responsibilities and are likely to feel fulfilled when their work supports a broader mission. Health routines may involve practices that align with their vision of wellness for self and society.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy of growth and freedom flows into partnerships. The native may seek partners who share their love for exploration and social ideals. They are drawn to relationships that feel expansive and support mutual growth, and they value partnerships where shared goals and visions inspire both parties. Partnerships may often be formed within their social networks or community groups.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may find fulfillment in exploring the depths of philosophy, spirituality, or social change within their social circles. They may have friendships or alliances that transform their perspectives and help them grow, and they are often drawn to social causes that address deep-seated issues, seeking to inspire healing and transformation on a larger scale.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may be deeply idealistic and philosophical, often seeing their long-term goals as a journey toward understanding and social progress. They may pursue education or experiences that expand their worldview and bring their ideas to broader audiences. Travel, study, and cultural exploration are often part of their vision for personal and collective growth.

Jupiter in the 10th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy flows into career and public life. The native may pursue a career that allows them to advocate for social ideals, humanitarian work, or education. They are likely respected for their visionary outlook and may hold roles where they inspire others or contribute to large-scale initiatives. Their public image often reflects their dedication to social progress, and they are admired for their integrity and optimism.

Jupiter in the 11th House: With Jupiter in its own 11th house, the Sagittarian energy of social idealism, growth, and collective vision is profoundly expressed in friendships, social causes, and aspirations. The native may be deeply involved in social groups, humanitarian projects, or progressive movements. They naturally attract like-minded individuals who share their vision, and they feel most fulfilled when contributing to causes that uplift humanity. Their social life and long-term goals are likely expansive and driven by a desire to make a positive impact.

Jupiter in the 12th House: The Sagittarian 11th-house energy of idealism and wisdom takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may be drawn to social causes or goals that support healing, spirituality, or inner growth. They may play a behind-the-scenes role in community projects or use their vision to inspire others quietly. Their sense of purpose is often rooted in spirituality or compassion, and they may feel fulfilled through quiet service or personal introspection that supports collective growth.

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

For Pisces rising, Sagittarius governs the 10th house, the house of career, public life, and long-term achievements. With Sagittarius ruling this house, Pisces risings are often drawn to careers and public roles that allow them to explore, teach, inspire, and contribute meaningfully to the world. They may seek careers that offer freedom, encourage growth, and align with a higher purpose, such as roles in teaching, travel, humanitarian work, or spiritual and philosophical pursuits. Sagittarius’s influence suggests that Pisces risings often aspire to make a positive, expansive impact on society, and they tend to be seen as optimistic, open-minded, and forward-thinking in their field. They naturally attract opportunities that allow them to express their ideals, and they’re likely to be known for their integrity and commitment to broader goals. Sagittarius ruling the 10th house encourages Pisces risings to embrace a career path that aligns with their values, to remain open to growth, and to view their life purpose as a journey of discovery and contribution.

Jupiter through the Houses:

Jupiter in the 1st House: With Jupiter in the 1st house, the Sagittarian 10th-house energy of optimism and vision flows directly into the self. The native exudes warmth, idealism, and a natural charisma that draws people in. They tend to approach their career with confidence and a sense of adventure, often inspiring others with their enthusiasm. They are likely to be seen as a positive and hopeful figure in their field, bringing a visionary outlook to their work.

Jupiter in the 2nd House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy channels into finances and values. The native may attract financial growth through their career, often valuing abundance as a means to contribute to their public role or professional vision. They view wealth as something that should support their ideals and goals, and they’re likely to invest in experiences, education, or causes that align with their career ambitions and philosophical values.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: With Jupiter in the 3rd house, the Sagittarian 10th-house energy is expressed through communication and close relationships. The native may be drawn to careers that involve teaching, writing, or public speaking, sharing their insights and inspiring others through words. They approach their public role with a love for learning and are often seen as a wise, engaging communicator. They may find professional success in fields related to education, media, or mentorship.

Jupiter in the 4th House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy finds expression in the home and family environment. The native may feel a strong sense of purpose rooted in their family background or heritage, often viewing family values as foundational to their public role. They may be drawn to careers that allow them to create a sense of belonging or nurture community values, or they may be publicly known for their dedication to family or cultural ideals.

Jupiter in the 5th House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy of optimism and creativity channels into self-expression, romance, and creativity. The native may approach their career with a joyful, enthusiastic spirit, often drawn to professions that allow them to express themselves fully and inspire others. They may thrive in creative or artistic roles, and their public reputation is often vibrant and charismatic, showing a playful and passionate side.

Jupiter in the 6th House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy flows into daily routines, work, and health. The native may find purpose in work that serves others and supports their vision of positive change. They may be drawn to roles in service, health, or humanitarian fields, often viewing their work as a mission. They bring a positive, growth-oriented attitude to their daily responsibilities and feel fulfilled when their work aligns with their larger goals.

Jupiter in the 7th House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy of expansion and idealism flows into partnerships. The native may attract partners who support or share their career goals and aspirations, valuing relationships that encourage mutual growth. Their public life and career may be positively influenced by their partners, and they often work well in collaborative or partnership-oriented roles where shared vision drives success.

Jupiter in the 8th House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy channels into shared resources, intimacy, and transformation. The native may find that their career involves exploring deeper truths or helping others navigate transformative experiences. They may be drawn to fields like psychology, healing, or finance and may approach shared resources in their public role with a philosophical, growth-oriented outlook. Their career might involve addressing hidden aspects of life or encouraging meaningful change.

Jupiter in the 9th House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy is expressed through philosophy, travel, and higher learning. The native may feel a strong calling toward roles that involve teaching, travel, or sharing wisdom, often finding their place in careers that promote cultural understanding or spiritual growth. They are likely seen as a wise, visionary leader in their field, bringing a love for truth and exploration to their public life and career path.

Jupiter in the 10th House: With Jupiter in its own 10th house, the Sagittarian energy of optimism, expansion, and purpose is profoundly expressed in career and public life. The native is likely to be known for their positive impact, often drawn to a career path that aligns with their values and ideals. They bring a big-picture vision to their professional role and are likely to achieve recognition for their integrity, leadership, and ability to inspire others toward meaningful goals.

Jupiter in the 11th House: The Sagittarian 10th-house energy channels into social networks and group involvement. The native may be drawn to careers that allow them to make a positive impact within social circles or communities, often engaging with causes that support progress, education, or humanitarian ideals. They are likely to form connections with people who share their vision, using friendships and social networks to further their professional goals.

Jupiter in the 12th House: With Jupiter in the 12th house, the Sagittarian 10th-house energy of vision and wisdom takes on a more introspective, spiritual quality. The native may find fulfillment in careers that allow for reflection, healing, or work behind the scenes. They may be drawn to spiritual, charitable, or healing professions, often bringing a sense of higher purpose to their work. They’re likely to feel a strong connection to their career as a spiritual path, using it as a means for personal and collective growth.

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geekgirl-1717 · 5 months ago

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Runaway Cat and Runaway Heart

Seth Lowell x Reader

Tags: sfw, fluff, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers, a little bit of smooching at the end. gender-neutral reader and no use of (y/n). 6.3k words

this catboy has me in a chokehold rn

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

You tried to steady your breathing, fighting against the panic rising in your chest. You could feel tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, and you furiously blinked them away.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

You needed to stay calm if you were going to resolve this situation.

It had started with a harmless mistake. You hadn’t given it a second thought when you’d left your front door open while retrieving a package. You’d stepped outside for mere seconds, and your cat had always been so well-behaved that it never even occurred to you that she would try to run away.

Now here you were, pacing frantically up and down the sidewalks of Lumina Square, futilely reassuring yourself that your precious furry baby was okay and that you’d find her safe and sound. You spared a glance at the sprawling maze of roads and crosswalks zig-zagging through the city center, feeling the rush of air against your skin as cars zipped past endlessly, and the tears threatened to spill over your cheeks again as you imagined the worst-case scenario.

You were sure you looked like a lunatic to passersby, wandering about aimlessly and calling out your cat’s name in a frenzied tone. With each passing minute, you could feel your hope slipping further and further away.

You rounded a corner, slumped over and defeated from your effortless search, when you spotted a Public Security officer. He was a feline Thiren, with a long, fluffy tail and ears poking out of his mop of white hair.

As you moved closer, you realized the officer was holding something in his arms. Something fluffy with a long tail and pointed ears not unlike his own. Your heart started beating wildly in your chest as you felt your optimism return, and you couldn’t help yourself as you started almost running towards the PubSec officer. You recognized those furry features as belonging to your beloved cat.

The officer’s ears twitched as you ran up to him and he turned to face you as you approached, giving a clear view of your cat peacefully snuggled up in his arms like a baby. It seems he quickly put two and two together, and gave you an eager grin.

“Hello! Is this your cat, then?”

You could have thrown yourself at this man’s feet, you were so grateful to him. You tried to steady your breathing, giving him an appreciative look.

“Yes, sir, thank you so much! I- I have no idea why she ran away. I swear she isn’t usually like this!”

The officer just chuckled, his bright smile only widening further.

“Don’t worry about it! I'm just glad this sweet little gal has such a lovely owner. I was worried she might be a stray.”

You felt your face heating up at his words. If it was anyone else, you might have felt uncomfortable with a stranger saying something that could be so easily interpreted as flirting, but he seemed so genuine and wholesome, you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel upset.

You held out your arms to take your cat back, and the officer stepped closer to hand her off. Your cat, however, seemed to have different ideas.

Instead of being happy to see you, your cat cuddled closer up against the Thiren, purring contentedly. You huffed before giving the officer an apologetic smile, reaching to try to grab your cat from him again. As you gently lifted her, your cat squirmed in your grasp, digging her claws into the officer’s uniform and refusing to let go.

That little traitor!

The officer laughed at the predicament, giving your cat a scratch behind the ear. Meanwhile, the heated flush of embarrassment creeped further up the back of your neck.

“I'm so sorry about this. I’m sure you have much more important things you could be doing right now, and I’m wasting your time-”

The officer cut you off with a vigorous shake of his head, his ears flopping cutely with the motion.

“Not at all! As a Public Security officer, it is my duty to help the citizens of New Eridu, no matter what! Making sure you get your cat back is as important as anything else, and I’d be willing to wait here all day if that’s what it took!”

You were taken aback by how sincere this guy was, and you felt your heart flutter at his kind words.

Woah, slow down now.

This guy was clearly passionate about his job, and he probably would have said the same thing to anyone else, you told yourself.

“Thank you, sir. That’s very nice of you to say.”

He gave you a beaming grin in response, and you wondered if his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

It took several more minutes of coaxing and embarrassed apologies from you before your cat finally relented to being handed over. You tucked her close to you in a firm but gentle hold so she couldn’t run away again (or jump back into the officer’s arms again, traitor).

You sounded like a broken record, but you thanked and apologized to the officer once more.

“Thank you again so much for finding my cat. I’m sorry for any trouble this caused.”

“It’s no problem at all! I’m glad I could help! And I guess I should apologize as well. Cats just really seem to like me for some reason, so I’m sure that’s why your little gal was being a bit fussy.”

You almost laughed out loud at his words. It didn’t seem to occur to him that being a Cat-Thiren might have something to do with his cat magnetism, but you found his obliviousness to be adorably endearing.

“You don’t have to apologize. That certainly doesn’t sound like the worst problem to have.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a bashful grin.

“Yeah, I guess not!”

His tail was swishing back and forth excitedly, and you found yourself almost hypnotized by it. Was it soft, you wondered? It had to be. You slowly looked up to his ears again, noting how they twitched and swiveled at the slightest sound. These mannerisms reminded you of your own cat, and you smiled at that thought.

It wasn’t as though you’d never met a Thiren before, but this guy was seriously cute. You’d even go so far as to call him pretty, with his soft lavender eyes and unfairly long lashes. His feline features made him all the more intriguing.

Your eyes were just beginning to wander to his impressive deltoids peeking out from his sleeveless uniform before your cat let out a loud meow in your arms, breaking the silence that had formed between you and the officer and making you realize you’d been ogling him the entire time.

You immediately snapped your gaze back to his face, trying to pretend like you hadn’t just been looking him up and down like a creep. Luckily, it seemed like he’d been doing some staring of his own and was equally flustered.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and gave him a sheepish smile.

“Well, I should be getting back now. Thanks again for your help. Maybe I’ll see you around some time?”

You hoped that last part didn’t sound too pathetic. Thankfully for you, his eyes seemed to light up at your words.

“Yeah, for sure! Hope to see you again soon!”

He waved you off as you made your way home.

Walking the familiar path back to your apartment gave you some time to reflect on the interaction you’d just had. More specifically, your thoughts kept drifting back to the PubSec officer.

He’d been so sweet and friendly. His upbeat energy was contagious, and even now you couldn’t fight the grin spreading across your face as you remembered his cheerful laughter and blinding smiles. And he was easy on the eyes, charming and boyishly handsome.

Your stomach did a funny little flip when you thought about the last thing he said to you, how he sounded so excited at the prospect of running into you again. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t share his enthusiasm. His genuine mannerisms were refreshing, if not a little bit naïve, and it made you want to get to know him better.

You suddenly paused, a slight frown overtaking your features. You were reading too far into this, weren’t you? Of course you were. This guy was a PubSec officer, he was basically paid to be nice to civilians like you. And with how much he seemed to love his job, you bet he’d probably have the same happy grin on his face whether he was finding lost cats or arresting dangerous criminals.

And worst of all, you didn’t even know his name! You’d been so frazzled from the experience of almost losing your cat that introductions had been the furthest thing from your mind.

Another meow pulled you from your thoughts, reminding you that you’d been standing at the front door of your apartment for a while now without actually going inside. It was a careful balancing act to fish your keys out of your pocket while still holding your cat, but you managed to get the door open and place your cat inside safe and sound.

After double-checking your door was fully closed and locked, you sank down to the floor, letting out an exasperated sigh. Your cat happily plopped herself down in your lap, purring away as if she hadn’t just nearly given you a heart attack and led you on a wild goose chase throughout town mere minutes ago.

As you lovingly scratched under her chin, you resolved that you had a harmless little crush on the very nice, very handsome PubSec officer who saved your cat, and it wasn’t a big deal because you’d probably never talk to him again anyway. You couldn’t even imagine how busy his life as an officer was, so what were the odds of your paths crossing again?

****

As it turns out, the odds were surprisingly high.

About a week had passed since the “cat incident,” and thoughts of the cute PubSec officer had only briefly crossed your mind.

You were standing in the pet aisle of the grocery store, deliberating between different brands of cat food. Much to your delight (see: annoyance), your cat had suddenly decided she no longer wanted to eat the food you had been buying her for years, and now you were on a mission to find something she wouldn’t turn her little nose up at.

She stopped eating the chicken flavor, so do I go with tuna? Or would she like salmon better?

You were so absorbed in deliberating cat food flavors that you didn’t notice a familiar figure peering over your shoulder.

“If I were you, I’d pick the salmon one.”

Your head whirled around in surprise as you were greeted with a cheery voice and unmistakable grin.

“Oh, it’s you!”

Your feline savior smiled even wider knowing that you recognized him (not that he was easy to forget). He was clearly off-duty, as he was wearing plain clothes rather than his PubSec uniform. Without his bulky gear and long gloves, you were able to get a much better view of his muscles through his short-sleeved shirt.

Jeez, get a hold of yourself.

You mentally scolded yourself. You alternated your gaze between the cat food in your hands and his pretty purple eyes until you finally processed what he said.

“Thanks for the recommendation! Do you have a cat too, then?”

He tilted his head to the side and brought a hand up under his chin, as if deliberating how to answer your question. It was such a simple yet adorable action, and it reignited the spark of attraction you’d felt when you first met him.

“Hmmm, kinda? They’re not technically my cats. Like I said before, cats just really seem to like me for some reason, and a lot of strays like to come up to me while I’m walking around or out on patrol. So I like to have cat food with me, just in case! Most cats really seem to like that salmon one you’re holding.”

So it wasn’t enough that he was attractive, strong, kind-hearted, and honest, but he feeds stray cats, too? What’s next, he’s going to tell you he helps old ladies cross the street in his free time? Actually, nevermind; he absolutely does.

As your crush on this man started blooming all over again, you finally realized you didn’t even know his name.

Quickly tossing the salmon cat food in your basket and placing the other flavors back on the shelf, you stuck your hand out in greeting.

“I’m so sorry, I never actually introduced myself. What’s your name?”

“Oh yeah, you’re right! My name’s Seth!”

He grabbed your hand and gave it an enthusiastic shake, smiling when you gave him your name in return. He repeated it back to you, as if trying out the way it sounded on his tongue, still shaking your hand all the while. His grip was firm yet gentle, and you couldn’t help but admire how nicely your hand fit into his.

He finally dropped the handshake, and you briefly lamented the loss of contact. He spoke up again, clearly not in any rush to end the interaction.

“So how’s your cat doing?”

You sighed before relaying the story of your cat suddenly becoming a picky eater, which made him laugh. From there, the conversation flowed easily between the two of you, as if you had known each other for ages.

You learned he was part of the Public Security Criminal Investigation Special Response Team, a difficult path for a PubSec officer but one he was dedicated to nonetheless. He loved cats (obviously), and he wasn’t a fan of horror movies. You chimed in with tidbits of your own from time to time, but you were mostly content to just listen to Seth. Every now and then, you spared a glance downwards at his tail, which was swishing back and forth excitedly. It reminded you of how your cat looked when she was staring at a bird or squirrel out your window, engaged and laser-focused, and it made you smile internally.

You had no idea how much time had passed. The two of you were in your own little world, and it wasn’t until you heard someone clearing their throat loudly that you realized you were still standing in the grocery store, effectively blocking access to the cat food shelf.

You and Seth both apologized profusely and backed up so an older woman could reach past you two. Thankfully, she didn’t seem upset, and she even shot you a knowing wink as she shuffled away.

As much as you would have liked to keep talking to Seth, you unfortunately had other errands you needed to run today and you were sure Seth did as well.

“I’m sorry, I need to head out now, but it was really nice to see you again!”

You told him with a smile. You swore you saw his ears droop slightly, but he perked back up almost immediately.

“Yeah, I’m really glad I got to run into you! Hopefully I’ll see you again soon!”

You gave him a short wave goodbye before continuing on with the rest of your shopping.

Just like when you first met him, you kept replaying your interaction with Seth in your mind over and over. He was so easy to talk to, and you felt so comfortable around him despite this only being the second time you’d ever met.

Wait, did this mean you guys were friends now? Or were you more like acquaintances? Seth said he wanted to see you again and you certainly shared his sentiment, and the two of you had talked for so long about yourselves, so that probably made you friends at this point. Should you have gotten his phone number?

God, how did you keep fumbling this so badly? It was already a miracle you managed to bump into Seth at the grocery store, you doubted you would be lucky enough to cross paths with him again.

You felt bad for the old lady who was rooting for you. It seems like your infatuation with Seth was destined to be just that: infatuation, and nothing more. Besides, even if you somehow were able to see Seth again, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who was concerned with dating and romance. He had goals and dreams to pursue, and you were sure he only thought of you as a friend anyway.

No use worrying about it now, I guess.

You continued on with your errands, resolving that if you did end up meeting Seth again, you would take that as a sign and ask him for his number. Not that it would actually happen, though.

****

Okay, now you were convinced you had some kind of guardian angel or deity watching over you, because what were the chances of this?

It had been about two weeks since you’d talked to Seth at the grocery store, and you had all but given up on the prospect of bumping into him again. You’d found yourself with a bit more free time than usual and to stave off the boredom, you decided to make a trip to the video store on Sixth Street.

You’d only been there a few times, but they had a massive selection of movies and the siblings who ran the store were very nice, even if they did keep trying to convince you to buy a premium membership.

You expected to be greeted by one of the managers or their Bangboo when you entered Random Play, but instead you saw Seth standing behind the front counter. It was your turn to tilt your head in confusion as Seth gave you his usual enthusiastic greeting.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

That got a laugh out of you, shaking your head as you walked up to the counter.

“I feel like I should be asking you that. Do you work here?”

You doubted that Seth would have time for a second job or really any need for one, yet here he was. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck and thinking for a moment before responding.

“Kinda? But not really. I’m friends with the managers here and they’ve been really nice to me, so I offered to help promote movies for them every now and then!”

Was there anyone in New Eridu this guy wasn’t friends with? It was sweet that he spent his free time helping Wise and Belle around the shop, especially when he probably didn’t get much free time in the first place.

You leaned your elbows on the counter, giving Seth a cheeky grin.

“Well then Mr. Promoter, do you have any good recommendations for me?”

Seth lit up like a Christmas tree, beaming at you excitedly. He moved from his spot behind the counter and wrapped a hand around your wrist, leading you over to one of the many displays along the wall.

He searched for a moment before he let out a little “ah ha!,” pulling a movie from the shelf and placing it in your hands.

“Have you ever heard of a movie called ‘Dimensional Musketeer’? It’s about this mysterious guy who goes into Hollows to fight Etherals, and he’s got this cool weapon that lets him take down even the strongest enemies! It’s one of my favorite movies of all time!”

He was talking so excitedly fast, it was almost hard to understand him. Still, if this was one of Seth’s favorites, then it was good enough for you. You smiled at him, pulling the movie case close to your chest.

“That sounds awesome! I’ll definitely give it a watch then.”

You thought you’d seen Seth happy before, but the joy on his face right now was incomparable.

“Great! Actually, why don’t we watch it together? This movie never gets old no matter how many times I see it, and I really want to know what you’ll think of it!”

It took you a moment before the implications of his words finally set in.

Was he… asking you on a date?

It seemed like a plausible explanation, but then again with how friendly and frankly oblivious Seth was, it was equally possible he just wanted to watch his favorite movie with a friend and nothing more.

Regardless, you weren’t going to pass up on this opportunity now, not when you had messed up so badly before. You tried not to let your tone betray how excited you were as you nodded in response.

“That sounds great! Do you want to come over to my place tonight? I’m sure my cat will be happy to see you again.”

Seth frowned slightly, looking bashful.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to feel like I’m inviting myself over.”

You laughed, tucking the movie case under your arm so you could grab both of Seth’s hands in yours.

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure. And you’re not inviting yourself over, I’m inviting you over, silly.”

Seth glanced down at where your hands were joined together, and you thought you saw a pinkish hue spreading across his cheeks.

“Y-yeah, I guess you’re right. Tonight at your place is it then! Do you use Knock Knock? I can add you right now!”

You let go of Seth’s hands so you could reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, handing it over to him so he could input his contact information.

When he handed you your phone back, you saw he put a little “(≧∀≦)” after his contact name, and you resisted the urge to squeal out loud from the cuteness of it all.

You followed Seth back to the front counter with the intention of paying for the movie. As you pulled out your wallet, though, he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it, this one’s on me!

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”

“Of course! I, uh- I actually have the premium membership here, so I may as well put it to good use.”

Oh, poor Seth. Of course a sweet guy like him wouldn’t be able to say no to the managers’ persuasions.

“Thanks, I appreciate it! I have to get going now, but I’ll see you later tonight!”

Though certainly not unwelcome, you weren’t prepared to host guests and your apartment definitely needed some cleaning up before Seth came over.

“You’re welcome! And yeah, see you later!”

As soon as you made it out of the door of Random Play, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

Things had gone perfectly this time. You’d actually managed to secure a kind-of-maybe-not-but-also-maybe-yes date with Seth, and you were determined to make sure everything went smoothly.

****

You arrived home a little while later, having stopped on your way back to pick up some snacks and drinks for the evening. You started on the task of tidying up your space, letting your thoughts wander as you flited from chore to chore.

Should you dress up tonight? Or just keep it casual? Should you try to make a move? Was this even a date to begin with, or were you just reading too far into things?

On one hand, there certainly were signs that Seth liked you as more than just a friend. All those times you’d bumped into him, he seemed so genuinely happy to see you. Whenever you had to leave, you noted subtle signs of disappointment, whether it be a small dip in his near-permanent smile or a slight droop in his ears. And he was the one who suggested you watch a movie together in the first place. That had to mean something, right? You bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress your excited grin at the thought of Seth reciprocating your feelings. You could feel your face heating up and your heart beating incessantly against your chest.

But at the same time, you couldn’t fight the nagging thoughts lingering at the back of your mind, planting seeds of doubt and uncertainty. For as much as Seth wore his heart on his sleeve, you found him surprisingly hard to read. He was such a good-hearted and friendly guy that the cheerful smiles and warm greetings, the constant acts of kindness and generosity, the hopeful promises of meeting again, were probably something he shared with everyone. Were you selfish to think you were special somehow? If Seth didn’t like you back, would it ruin the friendship you’d managed to build thus far?

That thought almost knocked the breath from your lungs. You couldn’t let that happen. You’d much rather spend the rest of your days silently and hopelessly pining after Seth than lose him entirely.

Suddenly, this movie night didn’t seem like such a great idea anymore. But with how ecstatic Seth had been when you agreed to watch his favorite movie with him, you knew it would crush him if you backed out now.

You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you heard a ping from your phone, jolting you out of your anxious ruminations. As you’d expected, it was a message from Seth, asking if it was still okay for him to come over soon.

No turning back now.

You sent back an affirmative reply before tossing your phone down to finish preparing for Seth’s arrival. You decided on an outfit that wasn’t too flashy but certainly a bit nicer than what you’d wear around the house. After setting out the food and drinks, you opted to sit on the couch, nervously fiddling with your fingers and trying your best to keep your nervous thoughts at bay.

You nearly fell off the couch in surprise when you finally heard a knock at your door. You stood at the doorway for a moment, taking one last moment to smooth out your clothes and tidy up your appearance before taking a deep breath. Seth was already beaming at you when you opened the door, and it helped put you at ease.

That’s right. It’s just Seth. No need to overthink things.

All of your reassured thoughts flew out the window when Seth pulled you in for a tight hug, squeezing you against him in a near-crushing grip. The feeling of being pressed into his firm chest and his muscular arms wrapped around your frame had your face heating up quickly.

“It’s nice to see you again!”

His words made you burn even hotter, and you prayed Seth couldn’t feel your embarrassed warmth through his shirt. You hesitantly reciprocated his hug, pushing your face closer into his chest in an attempt to hide your fluster.

“You too! But you know, I just saw you a few hours ago.”

Seth pulled back from the hug, giving you an unfairly adorable pout.

“I know, but it’s still nice to see you again.”

Your heart couldn’t handle such unabashed sincerity, and you could only smile and laugh awkwardly as you stepped aside to let him into your apartment, hoping he wouldn’t notice the flush still present on your cheeks.

Seth had hardly taken 2 steps inside before your cat came trotting up to him, meowing and brushing up against his legs affectionately. He chuckled, reaching down to pick her up. Your cat was purring louder than you’d ever heard, starting to fall asleep in his arms almost instantaneously. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be mad, your heart melting at the adorable sight before you. Seth finally turned his attention back to you.

“Thanks again for having me over!”

You shook your head, closing the door and leading him to the living room.

“Of course! I’m glad you could make it. I’m excited for the movie!”

“Me too!”

You crouched down in front of the TV, setting up the movie while he got comfortable with your cat now snoozing peacefully in his lap. Once everything was ready, you moved to take a seat on the couch next to Seth before you paused for a moment. How close should you sit to him? If you sit too close, it could be awkward. But if you sat on the far end of the couch from him, wouldn’t that be more awkward? He seemed to take note of your hesitancy, giving you a confused look before patting the empty space next to him.

“C’mon, the movie’s starting!”

Seth having made up your mind for you, you plopped down in the spot he designated for you, your thighs just brushing up against his. You stole a glance at Seth out of the corner of your eye to gauge his reaction, but he was already engrossed in the movie. You directed your gaze back to the screen, resolving that you would just focus on enjoying the movie in favor of dwelling on Seth’s intentions.

But as the evening went on, you found it harder and harder to stick to your resolve. While Seth remained fixated on the movie, you remained fixated on him. You realized this was the first time you’d really been able to admire Seth up close. Of course, you’d stolen plenty of glances at him during the times you’d spoken with him, but you had tried to keep most of your attention on his words, not wanting to be caught staring.

Now though, with Seth being so enthralled by the movie, you figured it was okay to let your gaze linger on him for a bit longer. You were positive he wouldn’t even notice.

The light from the TV screen illuminated his features, casting a soft radiance over him. In the relative darkness of the room, his hair seemed to glow, reflecting the light like a fresh blanket of snow. His bright purple eyes seemed somehow brighter, full of excitement and contentment. His ears were standing straight up, not wanting to miss a single word of the movie.

But most of all, your eyes kept drifting back to Seth’s tail.

It was swaying back and forth the way you’d seen it before when he was focused or excited, and it took all your willpower not to reach out and run your fingers through the fluffy tufts of fur. Whenever you’d encountered Seth previously, your eyes had always drifted down to his tail, your thoughts wandering to how it would feel to pet it. Realistically, it probably wouldn’t feel any different than when you pet your cat, but a part of you thought it might even be softer.

You knew it was such a weird fixation, and Thirens probably had to deal with rude people trying to touch them all the time, but you’d never be able to stop thinking about his tail if you didn’t get to pet it at least once.

You took a deep breath before steeling your resolve, shifting your position on the couch so you were now facing him with your legs crossed.

“Hey, Seth? Would it be okay if… I touched your tail? It just looks so soft and I keep wondering what it would feel like.”

The question tumbled forth from your lips faster than you’d meant it to. Seth’s jaw dropped at your words, a deep blush quickly spreading across the expanse of his face.

“You want to touch… my tail?”

He sounded so dumbfounded by your request, and you were afraid you’d overstepped a boundary.

“Only if that’s okay with you! I’m sorry if that was a weird ask. You can just forget I said anything-”

You started to backtrack, but Seth cut you off.

“No! You’re totally fine! You can touch my tail if you want to, no problem at all!”

He was trying to sound nonchalant, but his nervous tone betrayed his words. A blush was starting to spread across his cheeks, and you swore his breathing picked up. You tried to give him another out, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Seth, if you’re not okay with it, that’s totally fine. I swear I won’t be offended.”

He took a deep breath before shaking his head. He grinned at you like he’d done a million times before, but this one felt different somehow, more vulnerable and earnest.

“If it’s you, it’s okay. I promise.”

Now it was your turn to blush. You were caught off-guard by how earnest his response was, and it was all you could do to nod in response.

Seth shifted on the couch until his tail was in your lap, the movement causing your cat to hop off from her perch on his legs and meander away with a meow of discontent. Despite his best efforts to keep it under control, his tail still swished nervously, but the softness brushing against your legs was a pleasant sensation. You reached a cautious hand up, gently running your fingers through the white strands of fur.

You were right: his fur was somehow softer than your own cat. You found yourself almost memorized by the impossibly fluffy texture, and you had to stop yourself from burying your face in his tail as you imagined how nice it would feel against your cheeks.

You turned your attention back to Seth, your hands still stroking his fur absentmindedly. He was more flustered than you’d ever seen him, fiddling with his fingers in his lap while avoiding your gaze. You could feel your own face heating up as you noticed a tension building between you two.

“Thank you for letting me touch your tail, Seth. It’s uh- really soft.”

You’d meant to try to lighten the atmosphere a bit, but you internally cringed at how awkward you sounded. Seth’s ears perked up at your words, his blush now spreading all the way down his neck. He only nodded in response, swallowing thickly before finally looking at you again. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally speaking in an uncharacteristically timid voice.

“Can I, uh- I mean would it be okay if I.. kissed you?”

“Wait, what?”

You honestly couldn’t believe what you’d just heard. Seth wanted to kiss you? Right now?

While your brain was short-circuiting, Seth began to panic. His face was an alarming shade of red, and his tail was swishing about wildly.

“Wait, do you not like me uh- you know, like that? I’m so sorry! I just thought with you wanting to touch my tail, you… you know. But if not, that’s totally okay, too! I’m really sorry!”

You wanted to slap yourself for your ignorance. Of course, Thiren’s tails were special to them, and asking Seth to touch his tail was a huge deal! This certainly wasn’t the outcome you’d been expecting when you’d first asked, but you couldn’t believe that Seth reciprocated your feelings. Your words came out in a rushed frenzy as you tried to salvage the painfully awkward situation.

“No! I mean, yes, I do like you! A lot, actually. I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Seth tilted his head to the side, staring at you like you’d grown an extra limb.

“Of course I like you! I’ve liked you since I first met you! How could I not? You’re attractive and funny and nice and you like cats and-”

You cut off Seth’s rambling by sealing your lips over his, pouring all of your feelings for him into the kiss. If Seth had continued listing everything he liked about you, you’re sure your heart would have exploded.

Seth was initially caught off guard, but he quickly recovered and kissed you back with equal fervor, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek.

Kissing Seth was everything you hoped it would be and more. His lips fit against yours like a puzzle piece. He seemed a little hesitant and unsure of what to do, but you were happy to take the lead, moving your lips softly and gently against his so as not to overwhelm him.

You only pulled away when your lungs were burning for air. Seth wasn’t in much better shape, his breath fanning across your face as he panted heavily.

For a while, neither of you spoke, choosing instead to bask in the passionate moment you just shared. Finally, Seth broke the silence.

“So, uh- was that okay?”

He asked with a sheepish grin, his face still painted with a pink flush. God, he was so disgustingly adorable. You swore you were getting the same feeling of cuteness aggression you got whenever your cat did something precious.

You gave in to your impulses, reaching up to squish Seth’s cheeks in both your hands. You yanked him close until your nose was brushing against his. Seth let out a yelp of surprise, his ears sticking straight up.

“You’re so fucking cute.”

You mumbled before pressing your mouth to his once more. One hand reached up to run through his soft hair, your fingers barely brushing against the base of his ears.

He shivered at your touch, his tail wrapping around your waist to drag you further into him until you were almost sitting on his lap.

The kiss was indulgent and lazy yet no less passionate than before. You had all the time in the world to kiss Seth now, and you intended on savoring it.

After who knows how long, Seth pulled away first this time, planting a final kiss on your nose and leaning his forehead against yours.

“You’re way cuter.”

You giggled at his sweet words, and Seth couldn’t help but laugh with you. As you leaned in for another kiss, you made a mental note to give your cat as many treats as she wanted, silently thanking her for running away from home and leading you to the man you never knew you belonged with.

#zzz #zzzero #seth lowell #seth lowell x reader #seth lowell zzz #fanfic #reader insert #x reader #zzz x reader #zzz x you #seth lowell x you #i was like dang there's not a lot of zzz x reader fics :(#but then i remembered i can write them myself :)

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asidian · 25 days ago

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Niko is such an intriguing character to me.

She's fun and funny, earnest and optimistic and kind. She seems to have a sort of innocence about her; her optimism veers into naivete, and those iconic rose-colored glasses tint her world view maybe a little too much.

But at her heart, I feel like Niko's story is perhaps one of the most relatable in the show.

She isn't a psychic. She isn't a shapeshifter. She has no special powers at all. She's not dead already. She hasn't spent thirty-five years learning about all the strangest things the world has to offer.

She's just a girl, struggling with a very real, very universal, very down-to-earth problem.

Every person alive will lose someone.

Every person alive will learn to grapple with grief.

Every person alive will take a look around them at some point, at friends and family, and realize how quickly they might be lost.

Every person alive has had cause to worry about their own death, and how the future might bring it.

We see Niko come to terms with all of this, and her major emotional character arc centers largely on this processing of grief and her fear of her own mortality.

When we meet her, she's a shut-in. She isn't talking to anyone about anything, and especially not about her father. She can't even stand to read her mother's letters or write one in return.

We see her fear of death manifest during the Case of the Devlin House, when she opts to sit out entirely; it's fear, too, that urges her into action, when she sets out to assist her friends.

In the Case of the Lighthouse Leapers, she realizes for the first time that she can make an impact in keeping the people she cares for safe. It's Niko that darts in just in time to keep Crystal from walking off the cliff and into a sea monster's waiting maw.

As she becomes more confident, she also becomes more willing to directly face her own grief. She reads her mother's letters, and then, in time, manages to send one in return.

In the final episode, she notes that she's ready to call her mother; she's processed her feelings enough to be willing to put them into words, to speak about this unspeakable thing that's been living there inside her.

She's managed, too, to come to terms with her fear of death. She is brave not because of a lack of fear, but in spite of her fear. She's afraid when the boys are kidnapped, but she goes with Crystal to save them anyway.

This fearful girl, lost in grief, who couldn't leave her room at the start of the series, steps in front of one of her friends and takes the death that's meant for her – and in that moment, her character arc is complete. She's overcome the fear of her own mortality at last, in the most impactful way possible.

Seeing Niko struggle with her grief, and come to terms with her own mortality, is the sort of emotional narrative arc that you don't usually see on screen. It's beautifully handled, and Dead Boy Detectives is stronger because of that.

#dead boy detectives #dbda #niko sasaki #edwin payne #crystal palace #netflix #dbdacharacterappreciationweek #meta commentary

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natsaffection · 7 months ago

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One step at a time. | N.R

Natasha x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and the team help you cope with the loss of your leg.

Warnings: Detailed description of loss/Grief and mental health issues

Word count: 3,9k

A/n: Had something in mind..✨

The Tower was already buzzing with activity. It was rare for everyone to be together, but when they were, the Tower seemed to vibrate with energy. At the center of it all was you, the bright and lively soul who illuminated even the darkest corners of the team.

You had a way about you that drew people in. Your infectious laughter could lift the heaviest spirits, and your smile seemed to spread warmth. Your optimism and unwavering positivity were like a beacon, guiding your teammates through their toughest times. Everyone admired you, but no one more so than Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha was always the stoic warrior, rarely showing her emotions. But you had effortlessly broken down those walls. With your steadfast support and genuine kindness, you became Natasha’s closest confidante and, although she would never say it out loud, the anchor of her heart.

This morning was no exception. You bounced into the common room, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "Good morning, everyone!" you called out, your voice like a melody echoing down the hall.

Tony, tinkering with a new gadget, looked up and grinned. "Well, if it isn’t our sunshine," he teased, causing the rest of the team to laugh.

You made your way to the kitchen, where Steve was pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Morning, Cap," you said cheerfully, reaching for a cup for yourself. "What’s on the agenda today?"

Steve smiled, appreciating your tireless positivity. "Just a meeting in a bit. But first, breakfast. You know the drill."

As you were about to sit down with the others at the table, Natasha came in from her morning training. The moment she saw you, her expression softened. "Hey," she greeted, kissing you on the cheek.

You beamed at her. "Nat! I was just getting some coffee. Want some?" Natasha nodded, a rare smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks, I could use it."

Days in the Tower were often filled with training sessions, meetings, and occasional sparring matches. You had a knack for brightening even the most mundane activities. You organized movie nights, cooked meals for the team, and always found time to lend an ear. Your favorite spot was the rooftop garden, where you often pulled Natasha to relax and enjoy the view.

One evening, as you lay in the garden, you asked Natasha, "Do you ever wonder if we make a difference?" Your eyes reflected the sparkling stars. Natasha was surprised by the question. "Of course we do," she replied firmly. "Every life we save, every fight we win, it all counts."

You smiled, a small, wistful smile. "I know. Sometimes it just feels like there’s so much darkness. It’s nice to have a reminder that there’s still light." In that moment, Natasha realized how much you meant to her. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "You are that light. Never forget that."

Your laughter snapped Natasha out of her thoughts. She watched as you interacted with the team, your eyes full of warmth and kindness. Moments like these filled Natasha’s heart with emotions she had long buried. She felt a protective urge towards you, a desire to shield you from the harsh realities of the world.

"Nat, you’re awfully quiet this morning," Clint, ever the observant Hawkeye, gently teased. "What’s on your mind?" Natasha offered a rare, genuine smile. "Just enjoying the moment," she replied, her gaze meeting yours again, making her heart swell with joy.

The mission seemed straightforward on paper: infiltrate an old HYDRA facility, gather intel, and get out. They had done it a hundred times. But as they moved through the dark, abandoned corridors, an eerie feeling spread.

"Stay alert," Steve's voice crackled through their earpieces. "Something doesn’t feel right." Eager to help, you moved up with Natasha. "I’ve got your back." you said, flashing a confident smile. "Just stay close to me," Natasha responded, her protective instincts kicking in.

They advanced cautiously, each step echoing through the silence. Tony’s scanners were active, searching for hidden threats. Suddenly, a blip on the radar caught his attention. "We’ve got movement," he announced. "Southwest corner, two floors down."

Steve gave the signal to move in. They split into pairs, covering each other's backs as they navigated the labyrinthine building. You and Natasha moved with practiced precision, your trust in each other evident in your fluid movements.

"How many are we dealing with?" you asked, scanning the shadows. "Looks like a small group," Tony replied. "Shouldn't be a big deal."

"Famous last words," Natasha muttered, making you laugh. As they reached the designated area, the building began to tremble. The walls shook, and the ceiling cracked. "It’s a trap!" Tony shouted, but it was too late. The structure collapsed around them.

"Y/N, Watch out!" Natasha called as debris began to fall. They dodged the larger pieces, but in the chaos, you were separated from the group. You called out, your voice filled with fear but still hopeful. "Nat! Tony! Where are you?"

A beam crashed down in front of you, blocking your path. You turned to find another exit, but it was too late. A massive steel beam, loosened by the collapsing structure, fell toward you. You tried to dodge, but it struck your left leg, pinning you to the ground.

Pain shot through your body, intense and unrelenting. You screamed, a sound that echoed through the collapsing building. The team heard your cry and fought through the rubble to reach you.

Natasha found you first. Her heart sank at the sight of you, trapped under the beam, blood pooling around you. "Hey, I’m here," she called, her voice trembling with uncharacteristic emotion.

"I-It hurts so much," you gasped, tears streaming down your face. "I can’t move.."

"It’s going to be okay. We’ll get you out of here. Just stay with me, okay, detka?" Natasha said, her voice calm despite the panic she felt inside.

The rest of the team arrived, and together they managed to lift the beam just enough to pull you free. They rushed you back to the Tower, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on them.

In the medical wing, the doctors took over immediately, wheeling you into surgery. The team waited outside, the air thick with tension and worry. Natasha paced back and forth, unable to sit still, her mind filled with fear and guilt.

Hours seemed to stretch into eternity. Finally, the doors to the OR opened and Dr. Cho approached the worried group. Natasha stepped forward. "How is she?" she asked, her voice barely steady.

Cho sighed, pulling down her mask. "She’s stable, but the damage to her leg was severe. We did everything we could, but we couldn’t save it. We had to amputate above the knee."

The words hit Natasha like a punch to the gut. She nodded slowly, trying to process the information. "Can I see her?"

"She’s still unconscious," Cho said gently. "But you can be there when she wakes up." Natasha nodded again and followed Cho to your room. She sat by your bed, holding your hand and whispering comforting words. When you finally began to stir, Natasha’s heart pounded in her chest.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you looked around groggily. "Nat?" you murmured, your voice weak. "I’m here, Y/N," Natasha said softly, squeezing your hand. "I’m right here."

You smiled weakly, your eyes beginning to clear. But then you noticed the expression on Natasha’s face, a mix of relief and something else you couldn’t quite place. "What’s wrong? I’m okay, I’m here.." you asked, a hint of fear creeping into your voice.

Natasha struggled to find the words, her throat tight with emotion. Before she could speak, Cho stepped in, her face serious as she chose her words carefully. "Your leg was severely damaged by the beam... Y/N, we did everything we could to save it, but… it wasn’t enough."

"What do you mean?" Your eyes widened, your breath catching. "I’m so sorry. We had to amputate your leg above the knee." Your face went pale, your voice trembling. "My leg… it’s gone?"

Cho nodded, her eyes full of compassion. "Yes. I know it’s incredibly hard to hear. I’m truly sorry."

The room fell into silence. You continued to stare at her, your mind overwhelmed by the news. "W-What..?" you whispered, shaking your head. "No.. I.. I can feel it, that-" throwing off the blanket, your eyes widening in disbelief at the empty space where your leg used to be.

You tried to move it, but it wasn’t there. The realization hit you like a tidal wave. You said nothing, just stared at the empty space, your hands trembling.

Natasha leaned closer, her voice full of empathy. "I’m so sorry, Y/N. We’re here for you. I'm here for you.“

But you were in shock, unable to fully grasp the reality of your situation. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to cope with your loss. Natasha stayed by your side, holding your hand and offering what comfort she could, knowing this was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey for both of you.

The days in the medical wing were a whirlwind of pain, medication, and the constant hum of machines. You lay in bed, your eyes often vacant as you stared at the sterile white ceiling. Your once bright smile was gone, replaced by a hollow expression that pained everyone who visited.

Natasha was a constant presence by your side. She held your hand, whispered comforting words, and even tried to coax a faint smile from you. But you were distant, your light dimmed by the weight of your loss.

One afternoon, Steve and Tony visited you, bringing a bouquet of colorful flowers. "Hey, sunshine," Tony greeted, his usual confidence tempered by concern. "We brought you something to brighten up this place."

You glanced at the flowers and managed a small nod. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Steve sat on the edge of your bed, his eyes full of empathy. "How are you holding up?" You forced a smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. "I’m okay, Steve. Just... tired."

They all knew you weren’t okay. The vibrant, happy Y/N they all loved was disappearing, and it broke their hearts to see you like this.

As the days turned into weeks, the team visited you regularly. Clint brought your favorite snacks, books to keep your mind occupied. But despite their efforts, you remained distant, a shadow of your former self.

One evening, as Natasha sat by your bed, she gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "You know, it’s okay to not be okay," she said softly.

Your eyes filled with tears. "I don’t know how to be myself anymore," you admitted, your voice breaking. "Everything feels different. I feel different."

Natasha’s heart ached for you. She leaned in closer, resting her forehead against yours. "We’ll find a new normal, Y/N. Together. You’re still you, and you still mean the world to us."

Finally, the day came when you were discharged from the medical wing. The team gathered to bring you home, their faces a mix of relief and concern. As they helped you into the wheelchair, Natasha knelt beside you. "Ready to go home?" she asked, trying to sound hopeful.

You nodded, but the sadness in your eyes was unmistakable. "Yes. Let’s go."

Back at the Tower, the atmosphere was subdued. You moved through the halls with a quiet distance, no longer organizing movie nights or cooking meals. Most of your time was spent in your room, avoiding the rooftop garden you once loved.

The team watched helplessly as you withdrew further. Your laughter, once a joyful sound that echoed through the Tower, was now a distant memory. You no longer greeted anyone with your usual cheerfulness, and the light in your eyes had gone out.

Natasha was the most affected. She missed the Y/N who pulled her to the garden to watch the sunset, who made her laugh with silly jokes, who had become her rock. She tried to reach you, to break through the wall you had built around yourself, but it was like trying to catch smoke with her hands.

One morning, Cho informed Natasha that it was time to remove your bandages. "It’s common for patients to need emotional support when they see their stump for the first time," she explained gently. "It would be helpful if you could be there for her."

Natasha nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. She entered your room, finding you standing by the window. "Hey," she said softly, closing the door behind her.

You turned around, surprise flickering across your face. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I’d sit with you while Cho removes the bandages," Natasha replied, trying to sound casual.

"I don’t need you," you said, your voice rising with frustration. "I can do this on my own."

Natasha shook her head, her expression determined. "I’m staying, Y/N. No arguments."

You glared at her, but Natasha’s resolve didn’t waver. Finally, you sighed in resignation. "Fine. Do what you want."

Cho entered and began the careful process of removing the bandages. You kept your eyes fixed on the ceiling, determined not to look. Natasha held your hand, offering silent comfort.

As the last layer of bandage was removed, you caught a glimpse of your stump out of the corner of your eye. Your breath caught, and you turned your head, unable to avoid it any longer. The sight of your leg..or what was left of it, triggered a wave of nausea and despair.

You tried to hold back your tears, biting your lip until it bled. But the emotional dam broke, and you began to sob uncontrollably. "I-Ican’t do this... I can’t live like.. t-this..."

Natasha pulled you into a tight embrace, her own tears falling silently. "You can, Y/N. And you will. We’ll get through this together, I promise."

You clung to her, your sobs shaking your entire body. Cho, seeing the emotional toll, finished quickly and quietly left the room. The team, waiting just outside, could hear your cries, their own hearts breaking for their friend. They knew they couldn’t fix this for you, but they would be there every step of the way, offering support as best they could.

The days that followed were some of the hardest you had ever faced. You were engulfed by a whirlwind of emotions, grief, anger, and a deep sense of loss. The team continued to give you space, but they were never far away, always ready to offer support.

Natasha stayed close, offering a steady presence that you found both comforting and frustrating. It was a delicate balance, and Natasha navigated it with patience and love.

One morning, you woke up to find Tony standing at your door, a wide grin on his face. "Good morning, sunshine. Mind if I come in?"

You sighed and sat up in bed. "What is it, Tony? If it’s more flowers or breakfast in bed, I might scream." Tony laughed. "No flowers. But I have a surprise for you. Something I’ve been working on."

You raised an eyebrow. "I’m not really in the mood for surprises, Tony."

"Trust me, you’ll want to see this," Tony insisted, stepping aside to reveal a sleek, high-tech case. Curiosity piqued, you watched as Tony opened the case to reveal a prosthetic leg, crafted with meticulous precision and advanced technology. It was sleek and metallic, with intricate designs hinting at its capabilities.

"Is that...?" Your voice trailed off, your eyes wide with disbelief.

"Yes," Tony said, his grin widening. "I built it especially for you. It’s got the latest tech. It’s strong, lightweight, and it’s going to help you get back on your feet, well literally."

You stared at the prosthetic, emotions swirling inside you. "Tony, I don’t know what to say."

"How about we start by trying it on?" Tony suggested gently. "Natasha and I will be with you every step of the way." With a mix of apprehension and skepticism, you nodded. "Okay."

The process of fitting the prosthetic was meticulous. Tony and a team of specialists worked carefully to ensure it was comfortable and secure. Natasha stayed by your side, offering silent comfort.

As they adjusted the straps and made final tweaks, a wave of fear washed over you. What if it didn’t work? What if you could never walk properly again?

"Are you ready to try it out?" Tony asked, his tone encouraging.

You took a deep breath and nodded. With the help of Natasha and Tony, you stood up cautiously, feeling the weight of the prosthetic beneath you. It felt foreign, unfamiliar, but it also felt like a new beginning.

"Take it slow," Natasha advised, holding your hand firmly. You took your first tentative steps. It was awkward and shaky, and you nearly stumbled. Frustration and anger bubbled up inside you. "This is impossible," you muttered, your voice tinged with defeat.

"You’re doing great," Tony reassured you. "Just keep going, one step at a time."

You continued, each step harder than the last. The prosthetic felt unnatural, and your movements were jerky and uneven. After a few laps around the room, you stopped, breathless and frustrated.

"I can’t do this," you said, tears of anger and disappointment streaming down your face. "I can’t walk properly. This is useless!"

Natasha stepped in, her eyes flashing with determination and frustration. She cupped your face in her hands, forcing you to look at her. "Now listen to me, Y/N," Natasha said firmly, her voice both angry and urgent. "I know this is hard. I know it’s tougher than anything you’ve ever faced. But you have to keep going! I can’t stand to see you suffering like this!"

You stared at her, shocked by the intensity in her voice.

Natasha continued, her grip gentle but unyielding. "You keep talking down to yourself. But you need to channel that anger where it belongs. At us. At me! We couldn’t get you out of that building in time. I couldn’t get you out in time, be mad at us, but stop tearing yourself apart."

You felt a surge of emotions, anger, determination, and something else, something stronger. You nodded slowly, your tears falling faster. "Okay, Nat. Okay."

The following days were filled with intense training. Tony and the team set up a rehabilitation room, equipped with everything you needed to regain your strength and mobility. Natasha was there for every session, encouraging you and celebrating every small victory.

The training was grueling. You had to learn how to balance again, how to walk with the prosthetic, and how to cope with the physical and emotional challenges. There were moments of intense frustration and doubt when you wanted to throw the prosthetic across the room.

One afternoon, after a particularly hard session, you sat on the floor, sweat dripping from your forehead. "This is so hard," you said, your voice tinged with exhaustion and defeat.

"I know," Natasha replied, sitting next to you. "But you’re doing amazing. Look how far you’ve come." You looked at the prosthetic, your eyes filled with determination and a glimmer of hope. "I just want to feel normal again."

"You will," Natasha assured you. "Step by step."

As the weeks went by, your progress was slow but steady. You became more comfortable with the prosthetic, moving with increasing confidence and grace. The team watched with pride, their admiration for your strength and resilience growing with each passing day.

One evening, after a successful training session, Tony gathered everyone in the common room. "I think we need to celebrate," he announced, holding up a bottle of champagne.

You laughed, the sound bright and clear. "What are we celebrating?"

"Your incredible progress," Tony replied, popping the cork. "To Y/N, the strongest person I know." The team raised their glasses and toasted to you and the journey ahead. You looked around at your family, your heart filled with gratitude and hope.

But despite your progress, you often doubted your worth, especially in your relationship with Natasha.

One night, as you lay in bed together, you couldn’t shake the feelings of inadequacy that gnawed at you. Natasha lay next to you, reading a book, while you stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Natasha," you began hesitantly, your voice barely more than a whisper. Natasha looked up, concern immediately etched on her face. "What’s wrong?"

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your courage. "Do you still find me... attractive?" Natasha frowned in confusion. "Of course I do. Why would you even ask that?"

You turned away, your eyes filling with tears. "I’m not the same person I was before the accident. What if you don’t want me anymore?"

Natasha set her book aside and moved closer, gently turning you to face her. "Y/N, look at me," she said softly. "You’re still the same person I fell in love with. Your strength, your kindness, your spirit..None of that has changed."

You shook your head, your voice trembling. "But my body has changed. I don’t feel like myself anymore. I’m afraid you see me differently."

Natasha cupped your face in her hands, her eyes filled with unwavering love. "Your body may be different, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re beautiful, Y/N, in every way that matters. I love you for who you are, not just for your appearance."

Your tears flowed freely, and you clung to Natasha, your fears slowly dissolving in the warmth of her embrace. "I’m sorry for doubting you," you whispered. "It’s just... sometimes it’s hard."

"I understand," Natasha said gently. "But you’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it together, remember?"

Months had passed since your accident, and your hard work in physical therapy had paid off. With the unwavering support of your team, you had regained your strength and confidence. One morning, you woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. You strapped on your prosthetic and joined the team in the kitchen.

"Morning, Y/N!" Tony greeted you with a broad grin. The entire team was gathered, and Steve stepped forward with a small black box.

"We have something for you," Steve said, handing you the box. You opened it to find a sleek, high-tech communication device. "Is this...?"

"Welcome back to the team," Tony announced. "We’ve got a little mission for you, if you’re ready." You felt a surge of emotions. "I’m ready."

The team briefed you on the mission: a simple reconnaissance at an industrial complex. As they flew to the site, Natasha held your hand, offering silent comfort. Upon arrival, they split into pairs, you and Natasha working together.

As you navigated the complex, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. You encountered a group of armed men, and your training kicked in. With Natasha by your side, you quickly overwhelmed the threat.

"You did it," Natasha said, pride shining in her eyes. "We did it," you replied, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment.

Back in the Quinjet, the team congratulated you. "Welcome back, Y/N," Steve said, clapping you on the shoulder.

You looked around at your teammates, feeling deep gratitude. "I missed this. Thank you all for believing in me." Tony grinned. "We never doubted you for a second."

As you flew back to the Tower, you felt at peace. You had faced your fears and overcome your challenges, stronger than ever before. With the support of your team and Natasha's love, you knew you were ready for whatever the future held.

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