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🫧˚˖🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️Pile 1: The Queen 👑 Hi Pile 1, you embody The Queen archetype. You probably feel an inner strength that drives you to take charge of your life. You're like that friend who always knows what to do in any situation, and most impressively, you trust your intuition to make decisions, even the most difficult ones. It's not that you always feel 100% confident, but you have something inside you that tells you you can do it, that you deserve the best, and that you're made for great things. Your presence may make others look at you with respect, even if you don't seek attention. You simply have something about you that projects confidence and power. People listen to you, not only because you have great ideas, but because your voice carries weight. You know your worth, and that's something you can't hide. It's not boasting; it's an inner truth. Sometimes, you love to surround yourself with beauty, with the exquisite, with what makes you feel good about yourself. Material things and luxurious experiences appeal to you, but it's not just for the pleasure they bring; you like the idea of elevating your surroundings, of having the best because you know you deserve it. Don't be alarmed if you sometimes feel a little alone in your path, because being a Queen sometimes means being in a leadership position where few understand what's going on in your head. But deep down, you relish that independence. You're not one to please everyone, because you know your path is unique and you're not held back by what others think. And no, it's not about being arrogant or believing yourself superior to others. It's about being aware of your own power, your ability to create your reality, knowing that whatever you touch can be transformed into gold. And if you ever doubt yourself, remember that being a Queen also means acknowledging your vulnerability and being true to yourself. True greatness lies in accepting all that you are.

🫧˚˖🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️Pile 2: The Mystic 🦄 Hi pile 1, you embody The Mystic archetype. Perhaps you're that person who always has an incredible intuition about things. Sometimes, you don't need proof or logical reasons to know something is true. You have that sixth sense that leads you to understand people or situations without them telling you directly. And the most incredible thing is that, when you follow those hunches, you're rarely wrong. It's not uncommon for you to be drawn to topics like spirituality, astrology, tarot, or even ancient philosophies. Perhaps you enjoy meditating, seeking inner peace, or simply connecting with something bigger than yourself. The feeling of being aligned with the universe, as if the cosmos is working in your favor, is something that fulfills you. And although you sometimes struggle to explain what exactly makes you feel so connected to everything, you know in your heart that this is your truth. You're not uncomfortable with the idea of being alone with your thoughts or your rituals. In fact, sometimes you prefer solitude because that's where you find clarity. People may not fully understand your concerns or the way you connect with the world, but that doesn't stop you. In your heart, you know the mystical path is yours, and it's okay that others don't understand. If you've ever had that feeling of being "in tune" with the universe, of feeling that coincidences aren't random and that everything has a purpose, perhaps you are one of the Mystics. And, of course, you don't have to have all the answers. Sometimes, the beautiful thing about being a Mystic is being comfortable with uncertainty, with the wisdom of knowing there is so much more to discover and that the truth is always evolving. You see the things others can't, you see the beauty in beyond what feels "normal"; that is really special pile 2 <3.

🫧˚˖🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️Pile 3: The Lover 💕 Hi Pile 3, you embody The Lover archetype. People see you as warm, welcoming, and empathetic. You have a natural ability to connect with others on a deep level, as if you can effortlessly see into people's souls. You're not afraid of vulnerability; on the contrary, you embrace it because you know that only when you show yourself as you are can you create true connections. In your world, authentic relationships are paramount, and you do your best to cultivate and maintain them. You live in a state of constant awe for the beauty of the world, and you're not ashamed to express what you feel, even if it means being vulnerable. Perhaps at times, you find yourself always searching for something that will ignite that spark of emotion, of intensity. You don't settle for the superficial, because you know that true magic lies deep within, in genuine connections that transcend words. And not just in relationships with others, but also in your relationship with yourself. You've realized that self-love is essential for everything else to flourish. And yes, you may sometimes feel a little lost in your emotions, as if your heart is guiding you down unpredictable paths. But that's what makes you unique: that ability to let yourself be carried away by what you feel. People often see you as someone capable of loving wholeheartedly, without fear of rejection, because you know that even in vulnerability there is strength. You're not afraid to give your best, even if it means exposing yourself to pain. And when you do, you do so with the certainty that life itself is worth living that way. This archetype is also related to sensuality,so maybe you enjoy the small pleasures: a good meal, a conversation, a walk at sunset, etc. You know how to enjoy life to the fullest, because you understand that love and enjoyment are what truly give flavor to everything. I love that pile 3 <3!

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capellla · 1 day ago

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Your Love Story with The One | PAC

Hello! In this reading we will take a look at your love story with your future spouse. We will examine each stage and the story trope your relationship has. Also this is a general reading so know that this may not resonate with everyone. Only take what resonates.

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Pile 1

Your love story trope: Enemies to Lovers

Before Meeting

Before meeting, I see that both parties have bright minds. You will be in a position where you have made up your mind about life and many issues, determined your goals and know what you want. You will know that you deserve your standards and how you should live your life. A whole life and a list of things to do will be waiting for you in front of you. You are clear and have no tolerance for any nonsense. When it comes to the other party, I see this person as completely passionate and again, surrounded by the excitement of starting life. You are probably both young or if you are not, there is an excitement of starting life again (maybe after a difficult period). This person will be completely career-oriented and will not be looking for a relationship and may even have an antipathy towards relationships. In short, you will both be in an energy where you are completely yourself and want to live life to the fullest and nothing will be able to stop you.

Meeting

The place you will come together may be a place where people are all together and a common task is undertaken (like a club) or where such people serve others (maybe a shopping mall/festival etc.). While you will go there for a serious reason, the other person will be there purely because they are interested or to have fun and kill time. When you both come together somehow you will both be formal and feel the feeling of behaving. And I see you both alone.

First Impressions

The first conversation will be a bit difficult, I see you both in a resentful energy. You will see him/her as an angry and complicated person, for want of a better expression, a "troublesome person", whereas she/he will see you as dull and difficult to deal with. In short, you start feeling angry at each other from the very first day. I attribute this energy to your plans and your current perspective on life being different. While he wants to act according to the book, you will want to act according to your own ideas. Isn't that unexpected?

How Love Will Blossom

Your relationship will continue because you are somehow connected to each other (the reason may vary for everyone but the main reason is of course fate and im sensing some obligation) and you will start to have feelings for each other deep down and the feeling I feel the most is a silent but strong desire. You will be against him. Maybe he does not fit into the life you planned, maybe you are proud, maybe you are different. I see him making some insinuations towards you, moments where he humorously criticizes your behavior but secretly admires your willpower. He will be caught up in his life and in his own power at that time. But he will change all your ideas, as you get to know him, you will also get to know life, your set ideas will change one by one and one day you will want to try your luck with them. And you will make the confession at an unexpected moment and at an unexpected point. Because your free spirit will not want to carry this weight. I see him watching you with his deep and mature feelings and his loving but occasionally averted gaze. He or she will have already reciprocated your feelings from the very beginning. But after that, it's complicated and turbulent. How do you make this relationship real and how do you make everything fall into place? Perhaps your perspectives on life will conflict, or perhaps your fears will surface.But I see him holding your hand, and speaking soothing words to you and patting your back lovingly. In the end, you will overcome these things and your love and story will continue to grow deeper and stronger.

Thank you for reading.

Pile 2

Your love story trope: Friends to Lovers

Before Meeting

When I look at your energy before the first meeting, I see that there will be a period when you are tired and have no energy left but you want to ignore this and continue to take on life and responsibilities. You will want to maintain your positive perspective and tell yourself that you can do better. But these will be just lies you tell yourself. In short, this will be a tiring period for you. Your perspective on love is as follows, I am open to an honest relationship, and I am open to love surprising me and suddenly appearing before me. You will really be ready for a new relationship, if we ignore the burdens and tiredness on you. You will want to give new people a chance and you will have an energy that is realistic but still has a bit of a dreamyness in it. Your future spouse's energy is much different, it will be a period when his life does not go as he wants, there are problems, he encounters people who are not suitable for him in his love life and therefore he takes a stand against relationships. Maybe the reason he attracts these people is that he does not feel ready for love in reality. But then you will come across him.

Meeting

I see a beautiful, pessimistic but clearing weather, a calm beach with not many people. Or a time when the weather is just starting to brighten and a dog is taken out for a walk. A new day. A new shift. A car parked in a new and empty area. Somehow, no matter where it is, you will have your first encounter with this person in a place where pessimism is just starting to be thrown away and beautiful feelings are starting to be felt. And I see a small scenario, this may not be true for everyone and this is just an example, you forget or drop something and this person comes to give it to you. A very ordinary meeting but with a little moment of confusion in it.

First Impressions

You will notice his clear beautiful face first, and his calm but excited nature. You will find him fun, cute like a puppy. He will play some jokes on you and awaken some feelings in you. I see you both having fun and warming up to each other during this first meeting. He will sense that you are not ready to let him go and he will find you enlightening and joyful like a ray of sunshine. You will open up to him like no one else.

How Love Will Blossom

Your friendship will start with complicated feelings, probably feelings that start to be felt one-sidedly and moments when the other party is unaware of anything or does not want to be. While he is at the bottom of his life, you will be living the peak. This will cause confusion and negative feelings in between. While your eyes are on other people watching you, his eyes will only be on you. As you continue to climb to the top, he will watch you from afar and the confusion inside him will grow. Than the feelings that start to be felt will not leave either party's minds at ease. You will choose to ignore, while he will think about it over and over again until he can't hear anything else. But one day, feelings will prevail and the truth will become impossible to hide. At that moment, he will choose to run away and you will choose to give him everything. You will want to comfort him, you will want to tell him that everything is not as it seems from the outside. This relationship gives off a completely light and shadow energy. Sunshine and grumpy. But of course this person won't be able to resist you, and your story continues like this.

Thank you for reading.

Pile 3

Your love story trope: Second Chance Love

Before Meeting

I see that there will be a period when you will have problems in your school or work life. Love and past disappointments will have left your heart dry like a desert and will have lost all your enthusiasm. You will not be looking for a relationship because you are already in a difficult phase and therefore you will not be in a position to risk opening your heart to another disappointment. Your future spouse's energy before you first meet will be positive and upbeat. This person will believe that he or she can move forward in getting himself or herself and his or her life in order.

Meeting

First of all, this part will be divided into two because some of you will already know this person and some of you will still not have met him/her. It is up to you to figure out which group you are in. Many of you will meet this person in a different city, country, or on a trip.

First Impressions

Your first impression of this person will be that they haven't gotten over some things yet and that they have intense energy. You will also feel a strong sexual attraction. This person will be well-dressed and have a hard-working appearance. They will probably be focused on their own life, work, and school at the time. This person will think and believe that you are completely lovable and we can even call it love at first sight. You will open his heart and you will activate all his emotions. He will see that you are going through a difficult time and he will want to help you. He will love you completely sincerely and clearly, he will love you very much to be honest.

How Love Will Blossom

At the first stage, you will have confusion and ups and downs in your mind about this relationship. I see him walking back and forth, lost in thoughts. You will move him like no one else has done before. And this person will see you as his first love. I see you trying to dive into your own world but not being able to get his thoughts out of your head. You will not be able to find common ground with each other. You will miss each other every time. And at some point, at that moment when you are close to finding each other... some problems will come in between. It will be family, differences, distance, responsibilities, obligations etc. This will tear you apart. Or it will be your own behavior and not knowing how to act that will do it. As a result, you will break up. But the story will not end here and I see that destiny will bring you together again. More sincerely, more honestly, and with stronger feelings. And you will confess each other all the time what you felt about each other and what you went through.

Thank you for reading.

Pile 4

Your love story trope: Forbidden Love

Before Meeting

You will be searching for meaning and excitement in your life before you meet this person. As life goes by with the same routines and the same boring process continues, these events will also affect your perspective on love. As you lose yourself and cannot hear the voice of your soul, it seems like you will also forget the existence of love. Your future spouse will be particularly disappointed in love, and this disappointment and grief will be reflected in other areas of his/her life. He/she will not want to leave his/her comfort zone, the same boring routines, forced activities to forget what happened...

Meeting

As fate challenges you both, you will meet at that unexpected moment. The place you'll meet will be somewhere where no one can hear anyone else, where there's a crowded, careless energy. Maybe a club, maybe a concert, maybe a festival... The reason you are attracted to this person will be entirely due to your souls feeling each other, getting to know each other, and seeking sexual satisfaction.

First Impressions

Your first thoughts about him: intense energy, maybe drunk and slurred, fiery, dangerously charismatic, hard to understand, pushing boundaries. His thoughts about you are this: nothing more than a one night relationship ... She is a difficult person, she has some sadness in her eyes.

How Love Will Blossom

After you first met and in the days when you started to know each other better, I see that you look at each other with an eye of mistake and with inner irritation. But on the other hand, different emotions will be blossoming inside you. He/she will want to know you better, and although you are not sure, you will unintentionally try to stop him/her. You will both take on a selfish personality, you will want each other only for yourselves, but you will slowly start to feel that some problems are starting to rise up. Your confession of love to each other will be in an unwanted way. You will expose yourself at some point. There will be a big problem between you two that prevents you from being together (this varies from person to person so I won't go into detail) but I see that at the end of the day you will choose to be honest, you will choose each other, you will choose to be free. I see a couple holding hands, running through the countryside and laughing, a couple who wants to face all the difficulties by leaning on each other's chests and listening to each other's heartbeats. A couple who dreams of starting a family one day. A small warm house, a child running around, pets, the view of the falling leaves of the trees... This is your future together.

Thank you for reading.

Pile 5

Your love story trope: Childhood Sweethearts

Before Meeting – Meeting

You will meet this person in the prime of your life, probably long before. You are living life with enthusiasm, pain and joy, and that little child or young person comes into your life. If you chose this pile, you probably already know this person.

First Impressions

You both have the same thoughts and impressions, family warmth, fun, games, jokes...

How Love Will Blossom

Many of you will grow up together with this person, and even if there are some gaps, you will maintain some form of communication, or at least your souls will continue to be aware of each other. I see you getting closer to each other with conversations and jokes accompanied by the passing of time and nystalgia. You will find him a bit selfish and critical as he grew up, but in the end he is your friend so it will not be a problem. He will look at your change with confusion, you will be very different from that little boy or girl. It won't take long for your relationship to develop and for you to become deeply involved with each other. Your relationship will grow warm and loving because you always carry the child inside you and you never lose it, and even if you do, you remind each other of that child in a clear way. You will meet each other's families (maybe you already know them but this time you will meet them in a different way) and you will proudly show each other off. You will sigh at the little kids passing by. You will ride two on one bike. And you will have many warm memories to come. And this story and this love will continue for a long time. You will hold each other's hands until you grow old and your hair turns gray.

Thank you for reading.

Pile 6

Your love story trope: Opposites Attraction

Before Meeting

Before you meet this person, you will feel lost and drowning. Maybe it will be an ex, maybe a family fight, maybe the classic chaos of life, maybe financial problems... Your future spouse will be in an existential crisis, and no matter how much he or she searches for answers to his or her questions, he or she will not be able to reach them...

Meeting

The two of you will meet in a special and unexpected place, maybe on the edge of a cliff, maybe in a new country, maybe at a grocery store you always go to, maybe through an acquaintance...

First Impressions

I don't think I need to go into detail, he will be your opposite, if you are light he is darkness, if you are the moon he is the sun, and this difference will clearly catch your eye.

How Love Will Blossom

I see a little scenario in my head where this person will play with your heart and emotions, not in a bad way, but in a way that will make you feel good and better. You're in a car and this person is speeding, and you're scared of it, but he doesn't stop and he's telling you that he loves you and that he won't stop until you answer. Little games like that; it's hard to handle but impossible not to get caught up in. In short, this person will be a pain in the neck for you, but you will fall in love with him, he will be the person you fear the most in your life, but you will be drawn to him. Love will show its face to you in an unlikely person and you will not expect it, but you will love it, sincerely. Maybe you will find the answers you are looking for in each other. Maybe you will support each other in finding those answers. Somehow, you will have a relationship where you rely on each other and feel grateful for having each other.

Thank you for reading.

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trainer-from-unova · 22 hours ago

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sweet dreams

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ship: robert reynolds x afab!reader

summary: where you're in love with the man of your dreams, literally

au: more based on the comics than in the mcu and he's more powerful and aware of what he can do with his powers

c/w: constructed reality, amnesia, secret past, lies, implied stalking, lies, crying, light angst, domestic fluff, emotional hurt and not much comfort tbh, implied unsafe sex, not very graphic smut but a simultaneous orgasm, bittersweet open ending

a/n: even if you read it here please leave kudos on ao3! and english isn't my first language so sorry if something's weird expressed

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According to her diary she had known him for a little over a year, although it had been longer since she started dreaming about him — but in reality she had known him for much longer, she just couldn't remember him.

She didn't know how or why since she couldn't remember "designing" him in her imagination, nor was he apparently based on anyone real and she usually had enough to do with the fantasies she imagined before bed about her favourite fictional characters or famous people, but apparently her mind had designed another life and a fictional boyfriend that she dreamt about every night when she fell unconscious. His name was Bob, and they did all the things couples do: go on dates, tell each other they love each other, hug, kiss... Etc. He was the perfect boyfriend in every way — he was her type in every way and he was everything a girl would want in a boyfriend.

Little by little she became obsessed with him, and although she saw him every night, she wanted to compile all their encounters because when she woke up she sometimes forgot many things, so she began to write and draw in notebooks everything she experienced with him so as not to forget anything and to feel him closer, more real. Maybe he wasn't real, but unfortunately her love for him was.

Even when she was awake she dreamt about him, and how could she not? She knew that her obsession with Bob had gotten out of control and that it wasn't normal to dream about him all the time, but according to her it was a defence mechanism her brain had created. She knew it wasn't normal, but was she hurting someone, or herself? She thought about going to therapy, but she didn't have enough money to go and talk about her dreams — it wasn't a real problem. She told herself that her love for Bob wouldn't slow down her love life in real life, but unfortunately her love life was as non-existent as this one apparently was — she couldn't find anyone she really connected with, and she'd rather be alone than in bad company.

She knew the dreams were strange, that nothing there made sense and that it was better not to try to make sense of them unless you wanted to end up with a headache from the confusion, but it was strange to her that she always dreamt in first person, when normally, before him, she used to dream in third person. They also tended to have continuity and she no longer dreamt strange things, like flying a plane and in the next "scene" being on the beach having a few beers with Queen Victoria. And sometimes she was aware that she was dreaming.

But at the same time she was fascinated by how real it all felt at times, so real that it was even scary. At that precise moment she couldn't see him as they were in the dark, but she could perfectly feel every millimetre of his body against hers — his hot and naked chest against hers in the same state, her legs hugging his back, her arms hugging his head, her hands clutching his long hair, his breathing hitching and moaning in her right ear with every thrust... She could even feel him cumming inside her and pulling out his member.

"See you tonight, my love," he whispered sweetly in her ear before kissing her cheek with the gentleness he hadn't had while fucking her, but her mind was so clouded by the orgasm she'd just had that she almost didn't hear him. The only thing working properly for her at the moment was her sense of touch, and she felt him pull away from her as she felt his cum drain from inside her.

"Bob?" she asked when she caught her breath, or rather, when she woke up. There was no answer and she didn't feel him next to her either, plus she was wearing panties and a baggy shirt again and didn't remember getting dressed.

She only saw two small white dots in front of her, assuming it was sunlight coming through the tight slits in the blind. She reached out to turn on the lamp on the bedside table next to the bed. When the small warm light illuminated the place she saw that she was in the room at home and not in the room in the house she shared with him in her dreams, which she knew as well as the real one. She felt a tickling liquid coming out between her vaginal lips, and for a second she thought, or rather, hoped it was his semen as crazy as it was and even though she didn't want to get pregnant, but for better or worse it was just a lot of discharge from the erotic dream she had had. She was so busy trying to process everything that she didn't even notice that those little white dots had disappeared with the light.

Then she reached under the pillow, reaching for her mobile phone with her sense of touch. When she picked it up, she pulled it out and looked at the time on the lockscreen. It was early in the morning and she was working the afternoon shift that day, so she decided to lie in bed doing nothing but daydreaming, wasting time and waiting for him to fall asleep again even for a little while so she could see him again, but no luck.

He was sitting cross-legged on their bed, and on his crotch was her. He had his hands on her waist and she had her hands on his shoulders as they talked about whatever, though she was paying more attention to his face, scanning and analysing every detail as she took her hands off his shoulders and brought them to his bangs, brushing them out of his face in an attempt to tuck them behind his ears.

"I'm not so handsome that you can't stop staring at me," he joked, tilting his head to the side to see if her eyes followed him.

"You're such a dummy, you are so handsome!" she replied, pretending to be offended as she gave him a little tap on the shoulder with her dominant hand, and they both laughed. "But that's not all..." she said more calmly, "I have this feeling..." she said as she looked at various parts of his face and put her dominant hand on one of his cheeks, "that I know you in real life," she said finally looking into his eyes as he moved his head towards her hand, to feel her touch even closer.

"Maybe you did," he said with a melancholy smile and tone — he always got like that when she was aware that what she was living was a dream, "in another life."

It sounded beautiful, and maybe there were possibilities (considering the strange world she lived in, where aliens and magic existed), but she was a reasonable girl and thought it was more likely that he simply had the face of someone she saw at the train station where she worked. She saw thousands of faces a day, his face was probably of some guy who made a dent in her subconscious (and with how handsome Bob was, she wouldn't be surprised).

"And what kind of life was that? Um?" she asked curiously. She didn't believe that possibility, but she wanted to imagine this supposed past life.

"Maybe..." he said looking behind her shoulder. "I was a superhero and I had to make everyone forget about me with my superpowers," he said forcing a comical tone but still unable to look her straight in the eye, not wanting her to realise that what he was saying was the truth.

"Why?" she asked, wanting more information. The story sounded interesting.

"For safety, of everyone" and she assumed he meant it for his civilian identity, so that she and other loved ones wouldn't be attacked by villains.

"Well, that's sad," she said grimacing.

"Yeah," he said grimacing as her. He then hugged her, needing the comfort and protection of being so close to her and wanting to hide the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes. Evidently she returned the gesture, hugging his head in silence until she sighed deeply.

"...I'd love it if you were real," she said sorrowfully.

"...If it's any consolation..." he said looking at her again, "You're very real to me, you're everything to me."

"Yeah, but... I want to be with you always," she said, as much moved as frustrated.

"I'm always with you, I'm closer than you can imagine. Trust me, I'm your guardian angel."

And this time he wasn't lying.

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callsign-fox · 6 hours ago

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Space to Breathe - Bob/Robert Reynolds

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/Sentry x Fem!Reader/Superhero

No warnings, lots of fluff!

*Could be a continuation of Dance with Me, but can also stand on it's own*

Thank you for all the love on my first one! It's SO much fun to be writing again! xo

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Y/N was no stranger to chaos.

Being the Phoenix meant living in constant unpredictability, and getting close to people like Bucky Barnes and Yelena Belova only sharpened her instinct to brace for the worst.

She’d faced monsters, corrupt governments—but nothing prepared her for him. He wasn’t a threat she could fight or a mission to complete. He was something else entirely. And that made him dangerous.

Y/N didn’t look back as she walked into the kitchen, but she felt the newcomer Bob’s eyes on her. That invisible thread tugged at her spine—persistent, undeniable. She’d felt it the moment they met, and it terrified her.

Leaning against the counter, arms crossed, her gaze drifted to him. Bucky was already talking, something about Valentina and a plan to take her down for good, but Y/N wasn’t listening.

Beside her, Yelena nudged gently. “You good?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N replied. It was automatic. A lie dressed in calm.

The meeting moved fast—intel, threats, movements. The kind of stuff that used to make Y/N’s skin buzz with adrenaline. But now, it felt muted. Distant. Her focus kept drifting, always back to him.

Bob didn’t say much, but he listened. Closely. His hands were folded in his lap, but they weren’t still—his fingers moved constantly, a nervous habit or something deeper, like he was trying to ground himself.

Once the debrief ended and the others trickled into different rooms, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to refill her coffee. She could feel him behind her before she heard him.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly.

She turned. “What are you sorry for?”

He shrugged, gaze lowering. “I don’t belong here. I’m making you uncomfortable, I can see it in your face.”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

He brushed his fingers through his hair. “I…I just don’t want to be a burden.”

“You could never be a burden, Bob.” She whispered, smiling up at him.

His eyes flicked up to meet hers, a curious expression etched on his face. He hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, “Why can I feel you?”

“I have no idea, but I can feel you too.”

He took a small step closer.

Y/N reached out slowly, her fingers just brushing against his. He started to pull away, then froze. For a moment, neither of them breathed—caught in the quiet weight of something unspoken. But when a door creaked open down the hall, they both flinched, the moment shattering like glass.

“Alexi, if you touch my toothbrush I’m going to kill you!” Bucky yelled from the hallway.

Y/N reached behind Bob and grabbed a set of keys that were sitting on the counter. “Come on, I know somewhere we can go.”

He followed her out the apartment, up the stairs and out the side door that led to the rooftop. The city stretched wide and glowed below, lights flickering like the stars.

Y/N sat first, pulling her knees to her chest. Bob settled beside her, a safe distance apart-but not too far.

“You don’t like being touched,” Y/N said quietly.

He tensed. “Not usually.”

“But you let me.”

“I didn’t want to move,” he admitted, “didn’t want it to stop. It feels…right.”

That thread tugged again, deep and low in her chest.

Y/N looked over at him, “Me either.”

The wind was soft up here, cool against their skin, and the sounds of the city below felt miles away. Up here, it was just them—two people weighed down by too much power, too much memory, and a connection neither of them could explain.

Bob leaned back on his hands, his gaze drifting over the skyline. “It’s quiet here.”

Y/N eyes drifted. “That’s why I like it. No questions, no pressure. So much space to breathe.”

He nodded slowly, like he understood. “I don’t remember the last time I felt calm.”

She didn’t speak—just shifted closer, her knee brushing his.

His breath hitched.

“You don’t have to be anything up here,” She said, voice low. “No powers, no stress. Just…yourself.”

Bob looked over at her then. Really looked. His eyes were soft now, less guarded, like he was letting her see behind the walls. Her pulse fluttered at the way he studied her—like she was something he didn’t know he needed until she appeared.

“I have to tell you something,” he said softly, voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m scared that if I do… you’ll leave.”

Y/N’s brows knit together, and she tilted her head, her voice steady and warm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He hesitated, eyes dropping briefly to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “I would really like to kiss you.”

For a second, all she could do was stare, her heart thudding against her ribs. Words tangled in her throat, but one slipped free—quiet, certain. “Yes.”

His brow furrowed. “Yes… what?”

A small smile curved her lips as she moved just a little closer. “Kiss me.”

Bob leaned in slowly, like he was afraid the moment would vanish if he rushed it. His fingers brushed her neck before cupping her cheek gently, grounding himself in the warmth of her skin. She didn’t move, just let him take his time, let him choose her.

His lips brushed against hers, and an immediate pulse of power thrummed through her body. They had barely touched, yet something inside her ignited—hot and electric.

Y/N gasped, the air catching in her throat, but Bob didn’t move. His lips hovered just above hers, breath mingling with hers in the fragile space between.

“Do you feel that too?” he murmured.

She nodded, unable to speak, her hand finding his chest, fingers curling tightly into his shirt like she needed something—anything—to hold on to. Her body was aching for him, hungry for more.

“Please,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I need more.”

When his lips finally met hers again, it was soft—reverent almost—but beneath it, desperation burned. He kissed her like he was trying to memorize her, like she was the only thing anchoring him in the world. He lit something inside her, a fire that roared to life, and she never wanted it to burn out.

He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against hers, like he was anchoring himself there.

“This feels like...” he exhaled, voice shaking, “home. I don’t feel like I’m breaking anymore.”

Y/N smiled, breathless. “That’s because you’re not.”

Her fingers brushed slowly along his jaw, lingering before her thumb swept across his bottom lip with a teasing softness. Her voice was a whisper, thick with longing. “I don’t think I could ever let you go now.”

Something shattered behind his eyes—walls crumbling, fears dissolving.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone to say that. And now that you have… I won’t let go. Not unless you ask me to.”

And for once, the chaos quieted.

Not gone. Just... stilled.

They were just two people finding something they didn’t know they were missing.

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wwinterwitch · 12 hours ago

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friendly introductions – bucky barnes

summary: bucky unexpectedly shows up at your apartment, and he's brought a few people with him pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (ft. the thunderbolts*) word count: 3.4k tags: thunderbolts* shenanigans, spoilers here and there obvs, slight miscommunication, big happy dysfunctional family in the making, google translator was used for the russian words (sorry), kissing, little bit of angst and little bit of fluff notes: i just saw the movie yesterday and as soon as i got back home i decided to write this, which is loosely connected to this fic i posted recently. i just loved the thunderbolts* so much they mean the entire world to me right now. perhaps more fics are coming in the future because i have lots of ideas!!! as always, i hope you enjoy

please reblog and/or comment if you enjoy!

all masterlists | marvel masterlist | part 1 (not strictly necessary to read this one tho)

“Sorry for such short notice,” Bucky mutters as soon as you open the door for him and the rest of the entire group. You could tell he’s been having a pretty rough time just by looking at him. Hair messy, frowning more than usual, dirty clothing and a cut on his left cheek. The rest of the people he’s with don’t look any better. It wouldn’t take an expert to figure out they’ve been in some kind of combat and, most likely, they didn’t come on top.

“It’s okay,” you quickly reassure him, leaving the door open until every single one of them were inside your apartment, closing it behind them. “Can I ask what happened?”

“We…uh, got our ass kicked, basically,” he replies, sounding quite exhausted.

You take a second to look at the group. Unfamiliar faces of people you could only assume are in the superhero/villain/whatever business. There’s a blonde woman who immediately leans against one of the walls of your living room, trying to get some sort of rest after the fight. The other woman stays by the entrance and you can’t help but admire how cool her suit is. There’s algo a guy in a red suit and he looks absolutely huge and terrifying, but the smile he sends your way with the silly little wave he makes as you make eye contact gives you the impression that he might not be as intimidating as you initially thought.

And then, your eyes focus on the other person in the room.

“You,” is all you say, your voice sounding anything but welcoming.

Everyone turns to look at Walker, who offers you an awkward smile. “Yeah, hi.”

“You two know each other?” the blonde one asks.

“Unfortunately,” you reply, keeping your eyes on the guy at all times. You know enough about John Walker to be stupid enough to let him out of your sight. “Listen, I don’t know what just happened to you guys, but in case Bucky hasn’t warned you already, you can’t trust this piece of shit.”

Noticing you’re starting to get a little heated by his presence, Bucky wraps an arm around your waist from behind, just in case you decide to go over him and confront him for everything that has happened in the past. “It’s okay. He’s here to help.”

You turn to look at him like he just said the most absurd thing you’ve ever heard in your life, but he simply stares back at you with a serious expression, nodding as if to emphasize on his previous statement, trying to let you know you can actually trust the guy. When you turn back to look at Walker, he raises both hands in the air as a sign to further prove that he’s harmless.

“I’ll be keeping an eye out,” you warn him, pointing your finger at him.

“That’s fair,” he nods.

“Whoa, she’s feisty!” you hear the excited voice of the guy in the red suit as he lets out a short chuckle. “I like her already!”

You feel Bucky’s grip around your waist tightening. “We’re just here to get some cover and figure out our next move.”

Suddenly remembering the fact that all these strangers are standing in various spots in your living room, you get away from Bucky to walk over to your couch. “Oh, so sorry! What a terrible host,” you attempt to joke a little in hopes of lightening the mood, quickly removing your laptop and various papers scattered across your couch. “Please, take a seat!”

None of them move at first, but they eventually accept the invitation and walk towards your couch to sit down. All except Walker, who decides to stay in the same spot he’s been since he entered your apartment. Not like you care, so you just let him stand there on his own.

A few awkward introductions later and you already know everyone. Alexei, Ava and Yelena. One a total stranger and the others slightly familiar to you due to them being related to Natasha. You couldn’t bring yourself to say her name out loud, though. If you struggle to think about her without bursting out crying, you can’t even imagine what it would be like for her dad and sister. Last thing you want is to cause them any discomfort.

“And how exactly do you know each other?” Yelena asks you and Bucky after you introduce yourself to them too.

“Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent,” Bucky replies before you can say anything, and you can’t help but turn to look at him with a slightly confused expression. “We’ve been friends for a very long time.”

Friends. Sure. Whatever. If that’s what he wants to call it…

After what happened last time you were in D.C., Bucky was constantly making trips to New York to visit you. You’re not officially dating, but it’s established that you’re exclusive. Long distance isn’t ideal, but you’ve made it work so far. Probably the happiest months of your life. But now…you hear him introducing you as his friend. It’s not really a big deal. Technically you are friends? It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, but…you’re internally fuming right now.

Still, you decide not to say anything regarding that. He’s always been quite a reserved person, so perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable enough to share that information with them just yet. “Can I get you anything to drink?” you decide to ask, looking at everyone else.

“We’re not-”

“I’m sure a glass of water won’t kill anybody,” you say, immediately cutting Bucky off.

There’s a brief silence before Ava speaks. “I’ll have a glass of water. Thank you.”

You look at Yelena as she shortly nods before you focus on Alexei. “Do you perhaps have something else other than water?”

“Dad,” Yelena warns him.

You ignore that short interaction. “Something like what?”

“Like vodka,” he replies simply, like it’s a normal request. Perhaps the russian accent and the fact that he does look like a walking Soviet propaganda adds context to it.

“Dad!” Yelena repeats herself, this time in a louder voice, before hiding her face in her hands. The scene of her getting embarrassed by her dad’s behavior is actually hilarious.

“Two glasses of water and one glass of vodka, got it.” Then it was time to acknowledge Walker again. Even when you deeply hate the guy, you still want to be polite. “Do you want anything?”

“Uh…just water,” he mutters, still unsure on how to really talk to you. It’s ironic how quiet he is right now, considering he had a hard time shutting his mouth when you first met him. “Thank you.”

You offer the group a smile before excusing yourself to go to your kitchen, leaving them momentarily alone. Bucky was about to speak, wanting to initiate a debate on what their plan is going to be to fight against someone as powerful and seemingly invincible as Sentry, but Yelena speaks before he does.

“Now, would you mind telling us how you really know each other?”

Bucky looks immediately confused. “What do you mean?”

“You know I was trained to be a spy since I was very little.”

“Surely you don’t say it enough,” Walker mutters, earning an unamused look from her.

“That must really bother you, Mr. I-was-in-the-military,” Ava chimes in, rolling her eyes.

Ignoring both of them, Yelena decides to continue. “I’m very good at reading people, Bucky. She almost wanted to punch you in the face when you said you two were friends, which let’s me know the comment upset her,” she says, tilting her head to the side. “Why is that?”

“Ah! That’s your lover!” Alexei comments with pleasant surprise.

“And you didn’t introduce her as your girlfriend?” Ava says shortly after, giving him a disapproving look. “No wonder she would want to punch you in the face.”

“Yeah, that’s not cool, man,” Walker agrees from his spot in the living room.

Alexei’s cheerfulness dries down, nodding. “I agree. It’s not very nice.”

Bucky scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest in a defensive manner. He couldn’t believe these people were judging him over something he thought was meaningless. It was just a way to keep his private life private. Why should they know he’s dating anybody? They’re not his friends to be sharing information like that with them. And it’s not like they’re ever going to see you again anyway. Why is this such a big deal?

“Whoever I date or don’t date it’s not your business,” he simply replies.

Ava scoffs this time. “Don’t bring us to your girlfriend’s flat then.”

“When did you guys became a thing?” Walker asks this time, looking like he's thinking back on it in hopes of remembering any indication that might've gave it away.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, getting more and more exasperated. “We barely got out of that fight against Valentina’s experiment and it’s a matter of time before we have to face him again. Why are we even talking about this?”

“Oh, Bucky,” Yelena shakes her head in a condescending manner. “You’re right, we do not care about your lovelife. Thinking about it makes me sick, actually. But she looked really hurt by what you said, so perhaps you should go talk to her and make things right.”

The other three agreed with Yelena almost immediately, and Bucky just stood there looking at them in disbelief because why are they giving him their input on his relationship? Why is Yelena giving him advice? Why are they getting involved in Bucky’s personal life?

But instead of arguing, he decides to listen to them and heads towards the kitchen. He walks in just in time to see you pouring Alexei an entire glass of vodka as he requested, the other three glasses of water already filled.

“Oh, good. You’re here,” you say nonchalantly, like what Yelena said about you wanting to punch him in the face was just something she misread in your body language. You surely don’t look like you're thinking about violence right now. “Could you help me with the drinks, please?”

Perhaps Yelena was wrong, but just in case she wasn’t, he decided to ask about it. “Are you okay?”

You let out a quick and confused chuckle as you store away the almost finished bottle of vodka. “Why would I not be okay? If you’re asking because you brought them here, I think they’re actually very nice…aside from Walker, of course.”

“No, I mean…the way I introduced you to them,” he says in a soft voice, walking closer to you. “I probably shouldn’t have said you were my friend.”

There’s a brief pause between you, until you’re eventually shrugging. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?” he insists, standing right before you as he grabs your hands in his. “Talk to me.”

You hesitate a little before eventually giving in. “I mean, you can’t expect me to be thrilled to hear you introduce me to a bunch of people as just your friend.”

Bucky sighs. Yelena was right. “I’m so sorry,” he says almost immediately, giving your hands a light squeeze. “I just met these people and I highly doubt we’ll keep in touch after this. I didn’t want to share that information with them. We’re not exactly…close like that,” he explains himself, looking genuinely sorry for what he said. “I should’ve considered how that would make you feel, or at least tried to explain why I did it as soon as I could. I didn’t mean to hurt you or downplay what we have.”

You can tell he’s genuinely sorry, understanding his reasoning behind it. Perhaps you forgot to put into perspective the fact that they’re just super people Bucky has been forced to work with. Not necessarily friends. “It’s okay, I understand.”

Bucky nods, but he still looks absolutely defeated. “I feel terrible,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You let go of his hands, wrapping your arms around his neck instead. “It’s okay, babe,” you repeat, offering him a soft smile to let him know you forgive him. “I understand you didn’t feel comfortable sharing that with them.”

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

“You’re not obligated to disclose anything with anyone if you don’t feel like it,” you say, just to remind him to do whatever it feels right to him. “But I’m glad we had this conversation to hear each other’s perspective.”

He nods again, still uncertain. You lean in to give him a reassuring kiss before deciding to move away from him to get back to the living room with the rest. He hands the glasses of water to Walker and Yelena, while you hand the other glasses to Ava and Alexei.

The last one takes a big gulp of his glass, letting out a growl of approval. “Smirnoff! Not that Absolut der’mo!”

“I adore him,” you say to Bucky, letting out a quick chuckle as you watch the guy drink the entire glass of vodka in less than two seconds.

“It’ll pass, trust me,” he mutters back to you.

You gently hit his arm as a way of telling him to not be rude, immediately focusing on the cut on his cheek, dried blood around the wound. “I should clean that.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“I do worry, Bucky,” you insist, patting his shoulder before pointing to one of the two chairs at your small dinner table. “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”

You excuse yourself to go find the first-aid kit to clean the wound on his face. By the time you get back, the group has already started discussing some sort of strategy regarding some ‘Sentry’ person you don’t know absolutely anything about. Perhaps you’ll ask Bucky to give you a proper update on what the hell this whole thing is all about next time you’re alone.

As obedient as ever, Bucky was already sitting on one of the chairs you previously pointed at before leaving, so you walked over to him to attend to his injury. Even if it was a small, almost insignificant little cut, you wanted to take care of him in any capacity you could.

You were gladly surprised when you feel one of his arms wrapping around you, keeping you close as you stand next to him cleaning the dry blood with a small cotton ball before disinfecting the area, finishing it off with a small bandage above the cut.

The whole entire time you took care of Bucky’s wound, the group was talking about their strategy. Just listening to them was enough to figure out why Bucky didn’t think they’d stay in touch once it’s time to part ways. More than half of their interactions are more bickering than actual communication. They clash almost constantly and they don’t seem to agree on much. They’re quite honestly a complete mess. But still...even when it’s difficult to see how a group like this could work, they oddly do. There’s just something about them. Perhaps they’re the prime example of how opposites tend to work together perfectly.

“Done,” you whisper to him, not warning to interrupt their conversation.

“Thanks, doll,” he whispers back, giving you a smile.

After a few more minutes of planning, it was finally time for them to get back out there in hopes to put an end to the threat that seems to loom over New York (and perhaps the entire world). You accompany them to the door, all of them saying their goodbyes to you.

“Thanks for letting us hide here,” Yelena says with a polite smile, offering her hand for a handshake as a way to further prove her gratitude.

“Oh, it’s really nothing. I’m glad I was able to help out,” you reply, accepting her handshake. “And…you know, good luck. You probably don’t need it, obviously, but just in case…”

“You’re adorable,” Ava comments with a smirk, patting your shoulder as her way of saying goodbye.

Alexei doesn’t even say anything. He just straight up walks towards you and wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he gives you a tight hug. It certainly takes you by surprise, but you pat his back as a way of returning the hug, hearing how Yelena and Bucky are frantically telling him to put you down immediately.

The three of them are already outside your apartment and it’s time to face Walker. He just says a quick “thank you” before walking towards the others that wait for Bucky in the hallway, knowing you probably don’t even want to address him. For now, you decide not to say anything to him. If you do see each other again, perhaps then you’ll try to figure out if you can look past the awful things he has done.

Now Bucky is the one who stands before you and all you can do is hug him as tight as you possibly can, almost not wanting to let him go. You know he’ll be fine. You know he’ll come back to you. But still, you can’t ignore the knot forming at the pit of your stomach, anxiety and fear consuming you at the thought of something happening to him.

He senses how you feel, hugging you back just as tight. “Please be safe,” he whispers.

You break the hug, looking up at him. “I should be telling you that.”

The comment makes him smile softly because it sounds like you're reprimanding him for what he just said. Immediately after, he's placing a hand at the side of your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod, still as anxious as you were before. The fact that you still don’t fully know what they’re up against makes your situation worse. If it’s anything remotely similar to an Avenger-like threat, you have plenty of reasons to be afraid. “Just…just take care, please.”

“I will,” he replies, giving you a kiss so sweet and gentle that it practically takes your breath away. He knows you’re worried like never before and he wants to make sure he’s able to give you as much reassurance as he possibly can.

After a few more seconds of him just looking back at you with a soft smile on his face, he moves back from you, knowing he has to leave already.

“Promise you’ll be back soon,” you blurt out as he’s leaving your apartment, still fighting the urge to just yank him back into the apartment to keep him from going back out there.

“I promise you I’ll be back, darling,” he says without any hesitation, knowing he’ll do anything he possibly can to keep his word.

Finally, he closes the door of your apartment, leaving you all alone in there as you try to calm yourself down until everything is back to normal again and he’s here with you. Until he’s back in the safety of the arms of the person he cares most about in this entire world.

You focus on the four empty glasses, the lingering presence of everyone, the trail of dirt their boots left on the floor, the chair Bucky was sitting on just seconds ago...you can only hope they stay safe. Meanwhile, you decide to clean up the living room as a way of distracting yourself.

On the other side of the door, Bucky is turning to look at the group, rolling his eyes when he sees all of them grinning and nodding their hands in approval after witnessing him being so lovey-dovey with you, discovering a sight of him they probably didn’t even know existed.

“Not a single word,” Bucky warns them, immediately walking in between them to get to the elevator.

“What? We can’t say you two looked disgustingly cute back there?” Yelena jokes as she follows after him.

"Who knew that was hiding beneath all that...grumpiness," Ava comments right after.

“I said not a single word,” he repeats, trying to act like he wasn’t feeling terribly embarrassed right now. Or like he didn't find the teasing slightly entertaining. Just slightly.

“I mean, you did look cute,” Walker agrees.

“So cute!” Yelena emphasizes.

Alexei wraps an arm around Bucky’s shoulders, much to his discomfort. “That was adorable. You, my friend, had the eyes of love looking at your zhenshchina!”

“And you had to make it weird,” Ava mutters after Alexei’s comment, just as the elevator doors are closing. translations: der'mo (shit), zhenshchina (woman). again, i apologize if the translation is wrong, i don't speak russian

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #mcu x reader #thuderbolts* x reader #thunderbolts x reader

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htchnr · 2 days ago

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꩜ intimacy hc's 𑣲 B. POINDEXTER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜrequest,, "i'd really love to see more of your intimacy hc's about Dex!!". author notes at the end. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, nonsexual cockwarming ⋆ ocd triggers ⋆ Dex's overall mental health ⋆ my personal thoughts ⋆ panic attack mentions ⋆ intense & obsessive cuddling. ꜜwc,, 0,9k. 」

𑣲 i saw someone post about this last week i think-- that they hc Dex to not be sexually attracted to people-- and i agree.

꩜ like he for sure enjoys the act with someone he's close with, but for emotional value and connection reasons-- being close and extremely intimate with you. i don't see him being a one night stand person AT ALL.

𑣲 back to my kissing hc from my fic-- in my eyes the press of a forehead to another, or the bump of a nose as much more intimate for him. he doesn't mind kissing perse, but he highly prefers the other mentioned ways.

꩜ needs, needs. to end and start his day with said way of kissing. a firm, but caring press of his forehead against yours while he nudges his nose against yours. if it doesn't happen at the start and end of his day, he spirals. like a compulsion he can't fulfill or a routine suddenly cut off. it drives him insane. and he can't calm down until his completed the action.

𑣲 on to possibly my fave hc, (besides this kissing one) cockwarming. while he does enjoy the act of sex, cockwarming doesn't count as sex to him. neither of you are having your needs fulfilled in the sense of 'releasing'. to him, it is the most intimate and deeply soothing position he can possibly be in with you.

꩜ your usual routine of soothing him out of a panic attack doesn't work? cockwarming. his day spirals because his image of you of your relationship briefly slips? cockwarming, while you hold him impossibly close and reassure him, over and over and over that it'll alright.

𑣲 it send every sense of his into overdrive-- being swallowed whole by you. your warm, wet walls suffocating him and leaving him with no room to entertain the scary or peace disturbing thoughts. neither of you usually cum from it, though if he ever needs the release, you never mind helping him through it.

꩜ for his birthday after being together for a while you gift him a usb stick with hours and hours of audio footage of you coaching him through various things. any situation you thought he could possibly ever get into, you've thought of it.

𑣲 a break in his routine? a bad trigger of his ocd? a really bad case at work that somehow ends up really bothering him? he somehow feels that you're distancing yourself from him? you've thought of everything, and then even more.

꩜ the moment he gets it and you explain, he downloads it all onto his phone. you laughed, warning him that his phone will run out of space-- but he didn't care. everything could run out of space, and he'd still find some way to make space for you and your help.

𑣲 keeps headphones on him at all times. ready to able to listen to the audio files at any given moment if he needs. sometimes, after a long day at work and a case he can't get home from, he'll just listen to a few just to hear your voice. slowly soothing him to sleep. and even of those moments you've thought of, filling the remainder of the storage with hours of idle chatter material of you talking about hobbies, or just the sound of you humming or singing as you do chores.

꩜ when he can't listen to the audio files? well, that's a time we all don't want to think about.

𑣲 is 100% a service switch. i think he has his few moments where he craves to be in charge, but mainly he craves your praise. lives to hear your voice praise him following your lead or your orders. he just wants to be good for you.

꩜ doesn't mind hand holding, but muchhhh prefers linking your foot with his when you sit beside him. it might seem silly or odd, but just a simple gesture of your foot resting on the other side of his is soothing. grounding.

𑣲 suffocates you in bed at night. you know he needs it, but it can be intense from time to time. he needs to be wrapped around you, and you have to face him. it's like he's got a sixth sense for it, cause if you turn away in your sleep, he wakes up immediately somehow. and he will either manoeuvre over you to your other side for him to face you, or turn your body or face to face him.

꩜ my last thought that i can think off at the moment, is his absolute love for doing your hair-- if you've got hair long enough to braid, it's one of his most favored ways of relaxing. you on the couch or bed, in front of him as he sits behind you and braids your hair.

𑣲 the rhythm of braiding the strands of hair really soothes him. though, it can most certainly also be a trigger for him. if the mental process of the braid feels off, he will do it over and over again and it soothes him instead.

「 authors note,, this was all that i've been able to think about while also being busy with other fics in my head 😅 but i hoped you enjoyed nonetheless! and once again, requests are open for Dex and Wade Kinsella! 」

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jacksonsturniolo · 2 days ago

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tw — mental health, sh, suicide, and maybe some more but it’s heavy topics.

It’s May which also means it’s mental health awareness month.

This generation doesn’t focus too much on topics like this, they say it’s attention seeking, annoying, and draining for the people who have to hear about it. But it’s something so much bigger than it seems.

wether you have anxiety, depression, or are just at a good spot in your life. It’s still important to ask for help, to talk about it.

And if you see someone struggling and not asking for help because they’re too embarrassed, or too scared. Ask them even if they say they’re okay. No ones ever one hundred percent okay.

Just a simple “how are you.“ can affect someone much more than you think. It can make someone feel seen, or wanted.

Mental health for me is big because I’ve lost someone so sooo close to me a few months ago because no one noticed him losing himself, he felt like he had no other choice. And it’s my biggest regret not noticing.

I struggle every day to even cope with it, I do things to myself that aren’t okay and no one should go through or have to do. It’s not me seeking attention it’s me trying to cope with what I have.

And it’s like that for so much people. But you can get help.

Music.

going to therapy.

talking to someone who you trust.

Seeking connections to people no matter how drained you are

You can do it.

No matter how much you think no one wants you here, there will be someone out there who will mourn your smile, your laugh, your voice, everything about you because you’re gone.

It’s exhausting, I know it is but I swear it can get better we all just have to try and help each other because without talking to someone it can never get better.

988, a hotline I use every so often.

Trust me there is someone out there who wants to see you happy.

You can do this :).

You are enough.

You are loved.

You are wanted.

Please stay.

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yourtoradorasextendedwarranty · 1 day ago

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-god I hate western individualism so bad-

This is not the fault of "Western Individualism". This is much bigger than anything like that.

And then I'd also like to go a step further and say that-

People spread that Stranger Danger scare /so hard/ that it's infected /everything/.

This honestly isn't fully why either.

We live in a VERY hyper sexualized world now. And let it be known and understood, I'm not some prude typing this out. I'm an observer. An observer who was abused as a child. (Kinda important for explaining certain things)

So for starters, let's go back to the "Stranger Danger" times. It is true that during that era, the 90's being when it was the worst, the world was beginning to feel a lot smaller. Population sizes were increasing, more immigration was happening as well. But the news has to do what it does best. Scare people. Kids were getting online and meeting strangers on random websites. Parents didn't have much clue what was going on and when the advent of cam sites came about most of them were not for nude cam girls. They were just random people getting on jank webcams with terrible bit rates and bad resolution.

However, this was a bit of new territory for a LOT of people. It was connecting a world full of people, often times unbeknownst to a lot of parents at the time. Hell even online games like Gaia Online, IMVU, and Second Life (all of which came a bit later) were platforms that had a LOT of younger people. But there was a bigger issue at play. Prior to this point, anyone that would have been an active predator didn't just have free reign to find kids. Now they did. Not just that, but lonely and sad people who just wanted a friend often found themselves in the mix. And before anyone tries to say I'm minimizing this, let me get something VERY clear. There are a few different types of people that go after kids/young teens. Pedophiles, who have an attraction to children for a variety of reasons. Opportunists, who just take whatever they can get. And finally the Liability. This person falls under the umbrella of the Opportunist, but unlike them doesn't per se TARGET younger people because they are easier to manipulate. They kind of just go with whatever happens.

Or to put it a more clear way.

Pedophiles: (Target kids because they like kids)

Opportunists: (Target whoever they can get their hands on. If they are younger so be it)

Liabilities: (Doesn't care what age, doesn't target, goes with the flow)

Sadly, a lot of people fell into one or more of these categories. Hell one of my friends actually "fell in love with" one such liability. And the reason I know he was not one of the other two is because he never once asked her age. Nor inquired about it. But she asked him out and he said yes. Wasn't until I started digging that I found out that he was 28. And she was 14 for context. But this is WHY the Stranger Danger movement was SO LOUD for so long. Because parents were not teaching their kids how to be around adults. They also were not teaching them how to be observant, and or how to keep themselves safe.

Now skip to the late 200's early 10's. We was a bulk move away from Christianity (kind of important for this next set of points) and a HUGE boom in marketing of the idea that "Sex Sells". Because honestly, it does. No matter what people tell you it doesn't. I promise it does. Does it always? No. Depends on how you do it. Now we move to the age when porn is less looked down on, Tinder is the hot new thing. Every cool guy in a movie is literally SUAVE and covered in stupidly attractive women. That's our media for years. Now we skip to the last 15 years, and we see a massive explosion in attention grabbing culture where minors and adults alike are making videos and photos of themselves as skimpy as possible on platforms like instagram in order to get clicks and likes. With only ever needing to show more skin and be MORE promiscuous in appearance to get clicks. Mostly due to OnlyFans and Fansly taking the market by storm.

Sex is LITERALLY in our faces almost 24/7 to the point that KIDS are now speaking in Kink terms.

We have literally shot our own selves in the foot on this one.

I grew up around adults. To me, kids being around adults is just normal because it was my childhood. The difference was that my mother was an actual fucking parent and she taught me how to be aware and protect myself. I was also a bit more guarded than most my age due to what happened to me when I was quite young. But rather than saying shit like, "Stranger Danger" to me, my mother and my father and the rest of my family were like, "Look, adults aren't out to hurt you. Yes. Some will be. And some will probably try to take advantage of you. But always make sure to keep your wits about you and if you ever don't feel safe be sure you make that known. If you feel like you can't, find another adult or find law enforcement or scream at the top of your lungs. You find a way that will keep you safe. But realistically you will probably be ok most of the time. Just don't wander to places that are really secluded, and do not follow any strangers home."

Kids NEED to be around adults in order to learn how to be adults. And rather than just being a helicopter parent, teach them HOW to be safe.

However we are more in a bind than ever before, because we have sadly taught a VAST generation of youths that if adults talk to them at all, they just assume ulterior motive. And why shouldn't they? Unfettered access to the internet? An oversexualized society? Sex ads in their faces ALL THE TIME! Kink and BDSM language seeping into culture where it DOES NOT belong. And then not teaching kids what actual pedophiles are. Which is a HUGE issue in and of itself. See pedophiles target kids because they ARE kids. Often the younger they are the better because it's easy to manipulate them. Not only are they innocent but often times they LOOK like they are innocent. Pedophiles often are such because of abuse they went through. Thankfully not everyone continues the cycle, and some people are just attracted to young children that have never dealt with abuse.

Having said all of that, we have somehow convinced kids that they should never grow up. And we no long teach them how to be adults. Hell we only ever bitch about what it's like to be an adult. At which point WHY the fuck would they ever want to grow up. So we have people demanding that we consider 24 y/o's to be kids that can't consent.

Hell, I saw an 18 year old girl who was actually a secretary of business that her father used to own. She managed her money well and actually managed to get a small house, 1 bed one bath. She met a man that started working for the shop that she worked at. He was 26. She made the first move on him. I grew up with her. She was exceedingly mature. I was 19 at the time, and when I met this guy, I didn't much like him. But he was always kind to her. With modern standards, even these two TALKING to one another he would be considered "Pedo". At the time, he was still given weird glances.

All this before he even decided to be ok with them dating. But he wanted to wait until she was 20 or 21 before it was official because he was scared of what the public might think. Sure THIS CASE is one of an older guy dating a younger girl. But they are STILL together to this day. And she was mature and of legal age when she pursued him.

Even stepping away from dating, we've lot purpose as a culture. To a point where we are mostly a people of Hedonism. We seek fame. We seek pleasure. We seek self gratification. And every generation sees it in themselves. And they are so disgusted by it subconsciously, that they have not created whiplash in their own heads in order to imagine that the ONLY thing people can want in today's world is ONLY sex. Is ONLY pleasure. Add to that the media we put out of every single time there is an adult on TV with kids, 8/10 times they are a predator. There's so much that has caused this issue. And we have all collectively helped to make it worse in our own ways. Sure there are ways we can fix it, but it's going to take a number of years to do it. And the first BIG step we need to take is teaching teens how to act like and become adults.

The second step we need to take is to stop treating 18+ year olds like they are toddlers. They can literally sign up to go DIE for this country. They can vote. Used to, they could smoke. And once upon a time, they could drink. Treating legal adults like children is how we ended up with the generation that says shit like "Unalived" and "Uppies". As mid late 20 somethings. I think in which if you are around long enough, catches on. And it's annoying. Start treating adults like adults, and TEACH teens how to BE adults.

And lastly, for the love of god, help PURGE kink language from normal vernacular. I DO NOT wish to walk in a bookstore and here what looks like a 12 year old talking to his whatever calling her "A good kitten". *twitch* Shit's gross.

saw a tiktok that was making good points except it was like "if you're over 23 you shouldn't even know anyone under 20 unless they're family and it's weird if you do" and I just. have you guys ever had coworkers. students. family friends. clubs. is no one going back to school for their BA/MA/PhD. what kind of isolated world are you living in where as a 23+ year old you never interact w anyone under the age of 20. this idea that even Talking to anyone younger than you is somehow predatory is absolutely insane god I hate western individualism so bad. no your best friend ever probably shouldn't be a teenager when you're a grown ass adult but we do in fact need to be in community w people younger than us

#discourse #discussion #long

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hcneymooners · 3 days ago

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✸ TO REBUILD [HER] IS TO WELCOME WOUNDS I STARVED IN [MY] YOUNG TISSUES SO THAT I COULD SUSTAIN. (x)

⤷ POST-COLLAPSE!AU. SPECIAL OPS!PAIGE BUECKERS X DOCTOR!AZZI FUDD.

𝐀: i'm not a survivalist.

𝐏: i'll stay if you do.

✸ after the collapse, nothing ends clean. it just quiets. borders dissolve, factions rise. sky still blue, maybe bluer. grass still grows between the bones of gas stations and malls. some people are hoarding what's left. some are killing for it. others, like azzi—a doctor turned primary commune medic with a quiet grief and a tenderized memory—are barely managing but seem primed to survive anyway.

it's been months now, months of living alone in a sun-drenched a-frame designed by an ex-architect from louisiana who fled north when the floods came. months in this house, with its columns and southern-style symmetry and a porch that wraps like arms around the house. alone, which she wasn't before.

she tends: to fevers, to bullet wounds, to fear, to the garden. everything she owns smells like spiced soil and antiseptic. she hasn’t had a real conversation in months.

then paige shows up, tall and sun-touched, with dirt on her jaw and her rifle across her back. leather boots dusty, cross necklace glinting, no family left to speak of. she was special ops, once. now, she scouts. she doesn’t say much. wouldn't be the worst roommate. so, azzi extends shelter, and paige accepts.

they share meals. paige shoots the animals azzi promises to use all of. they grow what they can. azzi thought she knew every plant, but it turns out love is the world's most invasive species. it tears you down. it connects you.

a heart and war drum. they can sound the same.

paige taught her that.

note: do i still need to finish the popstar au? yes. but the state of the world has me in a constant state of stress, so i've decided to write it out. this is for the girls who wished more fics would be posted on ao3. i might eventually cross-post on tumblr as well, but i miss my roots. the first chapter will be posted this weekend if all goes as planned, at the max by monday. i will update this post with the link and link it in my intro post.

tagging some mutuals: @loeysoi @lupinqs @azzibuckets @souplored @luvergirl-535 @sierrale8ne (ty for inspiring this, ily) @cherryswisherz @marieeeluvsyou

see you soon. x

#mine ; 🐎.#pazzi dystopia au.#pazzi fics #pazzi #paige x azzi #paige bueckers x azzi fudd #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #dallas wings #wnba basketball

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shalom-iamcominghome · 1 day ago

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I've come to realize that to me, g-d is the recipient of the love I have for others that I can't give, and that's why I've always resonated with the concept of B'tzelem Elohim. I cannot show my love to every single person - it's impossible. But we are all in the image of Him, all in His essence, and so I direct the excess to Him. We are all part of the reflection of g-d. The love we have for each other is, to me, the love we have for g-d.

#jumblr #b'tselem elohim #personal thoughts tag #this isn't a Correct interpretation of g-d or being made in His image by the way. as always this is just what works for me #despite everything love is still real #the more i grow up the more i realize how much of a scam isolation and misanthropy are #unfortunately though i physically can't express love for Everyone (impossible)#i feel like connecting with g-d and directing that love to Him is about as close as i can get #and like... look while actions take precedent over faith i still like to talk about g-d and what g-d means to others #it's easier to talk about concepts on here than actions anyway #anyway love is real. anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to sell you something #honestly i don't think i would have as strong a belief in g-d if i didn't care about others and love humanity #people bring me closer to g-d i think. heaven is a place on earth and all of that #and of COURSE other religions have this concept. however please consider i am a few weeks away from being jewish (not mad)

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stillwatervoid · 2 days ago

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VILTRUMITE MARK IS SO (CHEF'S KISS)

I honestly cannot list who'd be my #1 fav Mark bc it always shifts on the mood lol but he's always high up there! (I… uh, this is another long one - sorry 🙏)

It's got me thinking about Viltrumite Mark recalling a human childhood friend he had since his early years on Earth (I HC sometimes that he was raised on Viltrum since a young age, but still lived a few years on Earth), so when it calls time for his people demanding he finds a mate— Well, all he can think about is Reader back on Earth.

The same one that made him laugh before he forgot how to. The same one who bandaged his cuts back when he was a fragile human, but Mark still smiled because Reader was also human. Who geeked out with him over a ridiculous comic book about a dog wearing a cape until the Sun went to sleep, and they found themselves cuddled beneath the blankets for a sleepover. Who enjoyed running his fingers through Mark’s soft hair, saying the other kids were stupid for making fun of it. Who kissed his cheek on Valentine’s Day and told him that he stayed up all night with Reader’s mom to write him a poem in a paper heart. One made in childish scribbles that still conveyed love as sweet and melting as the candy gifted on such a romantic day. He handed it to Mark before running away. Too scared to wait for Mark’s reaction.

The same one who still wondered what happened to Mark since he left Earth with his father, without a word, the day after. It was Mark’s only regret: leaving before he even gotten a chance to tell him. To give Reader his own stupid heart-shaped love letter, with a poorly drawn Seance Dog and - with the help of his own mother - cheesy, but honest lines that reflected words he never knew how to express. Now, he understood the reason for his father’s stares that night. Just like his father was leaving his mother behind, it would be the same for Mark. Mark would hold onto a confession in the shape of paper hearts that never reached their intended recipient. That wouldn’t even exist on the same planet. His father told him this feeling would fade. Mark didn’t know who that reassurance was for between them. Because those feelings stayed for him and stung his eyes, for days and nights on end.

The scribbles of those words he required even his human mother’s assistance on were still written better than if he had the chance to re-do it now. He lost too much touch of Earth - his… humanity. The part of him he still cherished as it was one of very few he had left to feel connected to Reader. It wasn’t weak, like how his father and the Viltrumites tried to tell him. It was the only thing keeping him together.

Not a wrinkle ever creased in those paper hearts. Not a tear, not a wear, which is the opposite of how he could say the state of his own heart has been in ever since that day.

(That got majorly outta hand oops lmao I just wanted to write awkward Mark courting Reader the Earthly way 😂)

Anyways, so uh, yeah, MARK COURTING READER (after tons of tears with their reunion) WOULD BE SO CUTE AND FUNNY

Mark bringing him a whole ass tree instead of flowers and taking limbs of a giant kaiju he defeated to him as a “rare delicacy he can cook,” that good stuff~. Mark hoping Reader is watching him whenever he defeats enemies (whether it’s on the news or Reader actually witnesses it) because he wants to be seen as a strong, dependable and worthy mate. His way of complimenting Reader’s outfit is… interesting, especially when he tries to insert an Earth term he heard: “That’s a sharp outfit, Reader. Careful. You could puncture the hull of an empire class Viltrumite Warship, leaving thousands to suffocate and drift in space… because it’s so sharp.”

And if Reader tries initiating any physical contact, such as simply hugging, handholding or cuddling? Poor Mark is confused and sorta stiffens, not used to this… gentle touching. He remembers doing some things like that with Reader when they were younger, but Viltrumite upbringing dies hard, and he questions it until Reader points out how it’s Earth’s way of couples showing affection. “You’re also courting me,” Mark states rather than asking. Despite his usual stoic expression, there seemed to be a flicker of happiness, relief that his actions were being reciprocated.

Oh, and I just know Mark said “Fuck it” to the majority of the Viltrum planet. They’d never accept Mark choosing a mate that couldn’t produce heirs, so Mark doesn’t mind snapping some necks and exploding some heads. Those people never mattered to him anyway. He was forced there by his father.

Even despite Reader being biologically unable to get pregnant, I HC Viltrumite Mark to have a major breeding kink. “I can’t put a baby in you, but I damn well will try. Fuck biology.” 🥰

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO STRANGERS TO LOVERS???????

yup, yup, I'm eating this shit up!! The whole idea of reconnecting with someone you thought was gone forever? Gimme!! And it fits Viltrumite Mark so perfectly—the whole ‘re-learning how to be human,’ how to be soft and kind again, and the reader being the only one who gets through to him? Ugh, I’m weak 😭

And the courting?? Oh yeah, I see it. Mark being all in but totally missing the human side of it—showing up with a whole tree instead of flowers because in his mind ‘bigger is better’??? Like… I see him seeing all these humans and their tiny bouquets, and he thinks they’re not even trying 😭

Heh... about the breeding kink... yeah. You're one of mines. I feel this with every damn version of Mark. Maybe I'll wite smth with that 😌

#ask #anon ask #mark grayson x male reader #viltrumite mark x male reader

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wisteria-honey · 3 days ago

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I couldn't leave all this in the tags, it's too true. These are horribly predatory teachings, and I say this as a Christian. If someone who claims to be a Christian tells you that you should be suffering because enjoying anything on earth is a sin, RUN SO FAST AND FAR AWAY.

God said multiple times that He created this world to be beautiful, that He intended for us to enjoy it, and He wanted us to enjoy Him through all the beautiful things He made for us. Honestly not unlike the lot of us, connecting by making art and appreciating each other for it and being appreciated for it. Art is, IMO, the most Godly pastime we have, creating out of our imaginations just like He did. If anyone says you shouldn't be enjoying existence, they want to put you down to make themselves feel like they are better than you.

The suffering that Christianity ought to be speaking of is not a threat, it is a warning because people like to hurt people, and the rest is meant to brace you so you can continue to enjoy the beauty and pleasure of life on this earth even when the worst happens. You were never meant to bow and just take it. You were meant to walk through it with your head high and make a change in the world. Do not deny yourself the beautiful things in life, God put them there to make your life beautiful.

God is a God of love first and foremost, and love does not abuse.

"desire is the root of all suffering" actually suffering is the root of all suffering. hope this helps!

#christianity #love

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hellspawnmotel · 2 days ago

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Same guy that asked about Susie: well, do you like her, find her interesting, have thoughts about her characterisation, relationship with other characters and her future development?

read this and said out loud "OF COURSE I LIKE HER!!" lol. what kind of idiot doesn't like susie. which, as I've mentioned, is a really interesting part of her character actually. she's just magnetic for some reason, but in a way that makes other people project their desires onto her. I want to see that crumble at some point, as done either by the narrative or susie herself.

speaking of expectations crumbling, I'm curious to see how susie's ability to defy the "rules" of the narrative will play out in the future. she doesn't seem to have any inherent connection to whatever outside layer gaster, the vessel, and the soul reside in, like kris noelle and ralsei do, but maybe because of that she's the main character with the most freedom to actually live by her own whims.

one aspect of that I hope to see more focus on is her friendship with lancer. as a card kingdom NPC, lancer is supposed to be "lesser" than any of the main cast. he's a darkner, but unlike ralsei he can't even travel between worlds without turning to stone. he's not supposed to have main character status. he's supposed to stay at home in castle town and be a cute comedy side character for us to check in on every now and then. but susie has formed a genuine connection with lancer- she loves him and sees him as just as much of a person as anybody else. he was her first real friend. if the narrative keeps insisting that lancer's role in it is effectively over, I don't think susie will be very happy about that.

I think susie is very much being set up as the hero of the narrative outside the narrative- toby's story, not gaster's and not the prophecy's. she's going to be critical to the core themes of the game about growing outside of whatever roles you've been shoved into and it might become all up to her to help the other characters find that ability in themselves as well.

but then I have to wonder, is it really okay for us to expect so much of susie? is it fair to ask just one kid to defy fate and save everyone else?

#asks #analysis

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🌙 Your Natal Moon Phase in The Houses

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

🌑 New Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House You are the beginning itself. A life written in fresh ink, a presence that stirs things without trying. Your identity isn’t fixed, it’s unfolding, instinctual, and undefined. You don’t wear a mask. You are the raw material before the face is formed. People feel your becoming even before you do.

2nd House You begin again through your worth. Each desire, each possession, each thing you hold becomes part of the foundation you’re learning to build. You weren’t handed self-worth, you’re here to grow it from the soil up, learning to trust your value not because it’s proven, but because it exists.

3rd House The beginning lives in your voice. Words carry sparks. Thoughts arrive like first breaths, not yet shaped by the world. Your emotional rhythm is tied to how you speak, connect, question. You’re not here to echo, you’re here to name things for the first time.

4th House You carry emotional roots still searching for soil. Family may feel like an unfinished chapter or one you’re rewriting from the start. Home isn’t something you come from, it’s something you become. Your private world holds the blueprint for everything that will one day feel whole.

5th House You begin through expression, not performance, but creation. Joy feels new every time you touch it. Love, too. There’s something unpracticed in how you give your heart, as if every time is the first. You’re here to discover what lights you up, not to master it, but to marvel at it.

6th House You begin through service, through routine, through the small sacred things. Your emotional rhythm aligns with daily devotion, not to others, but to balance. You’re not here to fix. You’re here to care. For your body. Your rhythms. Your quiet revolutions. This is how you root your purpose.

7th House Every relationship feels like a mirror freshly wiped. You weren’t born to repeat stories, you’re here to write new ones with others. Connection comes with a soft urgency. You want to begin something together, to build from shared silence. You learn who you are each time you say “we.”

8th House Your emotional beginnings often feel like endings. You start where others stop, in the deep, the hidden, the unseen. Transformation isn’t a phase for you. It’s an origin. You came here to begin again after collapse, to claim intimacy not handed to you, to rise from what you release.

9th House Your new beginning lives in the unknown. Truth isn’t something you inherit, it’s something you chase, question, and become. You learn by living, not by reading. Belief is born inside your body. The more you move, the more you remember who you are. Faith is your compass, even when lost.

10th House You are here to begin again in the light. Not to repeat success stories, but to build a new legacy from your own emotional truth. Recognition may come later but what you build carries the emotional signature of someone who started with nothing but vision. You were born to rise without a script.

11th House You begin in the future. The way you dream, the way you gather, the way you belong, it all feels like you're building something that hasn’t been seen before. Community is your rebirth space. You teach others how to care differently. And you remind them that hope is still possible.

12th House Your beginning is invisible. It lives behind the veil, between dreams and memory, between lifetimes. You carry the ache of something forgotten and the whisper of something not yet born. Solitude holds your keys. And in your silence, whole worlds are being rewritten.

🌒 Crescent Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House

You carry the face of someone still stepping into themselves. Confidence comes in whispers, not declarations. You wear your becoming like a second skin that doesn’t quite fit yet, not because you’re broken, but because you’re not done unfolding. There is beauty in the hesitation. Power in the pause before the roar.

2nd House

You were born with your hands half-open, wanting to hold something real, but unsure what counts. You crave stability and mistrust it at the same time. Your worth lives underground, blooming in slow, unseen ways. There’s tension in the soil, a quiet push to believe you are allowed to have more than just enough.

3rd House

Your voice holds the sound of unfinished thoughts. You question everything, even yourself, and sometimes get lost in the maze of your own meaning. But there is brilliance in your wondering. You are the in-between, the conversation that bridges silence and revelation. Every word you speak is an act of becoming.

4th House

You were born with echoes in your blood. Family may feel like a story told in a language you’re still learning to understand. You long to feel safe, yet part of you always hovers just above the ground. Home is something you grow into. Emotional roots come slow, like trust, but once they take, nothing can shake you.

5th House

You chase joy like it’s always turning a corner just before you reach it. Creativity, love, expression, they call to you like a melody you almost remember. You fear your light and crave it in the same breath. But when you allow yourself to shine, even just a little, the whole room changes shape.

6th House

You carry a quiet war between control and surrender. You try to hold it all together, but some part of you knows the cracks are holy. Perfection is your armor, tenderness is your truth. You are learning that devotion doesn’t have to mean depletion. You don’t need to be flawless, just real.

7th House

Every relationship feels like a mirror in mid-polish, reflective, but a little blurry. You want connection that feels safe, but also transformational. You may hesitate to give too much, fearing you’ll disappear inside it. But every time you meet someone halfway, you bring more of yourself into focus.

8th House

You were born in a place where most people end up only after they've broken. You sense the undercurrents, the motives behind the words, the grief beneath the smiles. Intimacy feels like a labyrinth. But you are not here to avoid the dark. You are here to move through it and come back with gold.

9th House

You carry a compass that trembles even when you stand still. Belief doesn’t come easy, but you crave it like water in a desert. You are drawn to things that challenge you, not because you need answers, but because the questions make you feel alive. One day, you’ll look back and realize: you were the path all along.

10th House

You feel called to rise, even when you don’t know where “up” leads. You measure yourself by visions you haven’t reached yet. Legacy haunts you like a promise, both gift and burden. But you are here to build slowly, truthfully. What you create will not be loud but it will last.

11th House

You long to belong, not just anywhere, but somewhere that feels real. Crowds can feel like static. Friendships, like questions. But your soul knows how to find the others. The ones dreaming, doubting, building something better. You don’t just fit in, you form what others will later follow.

12th House

You were born in the in-between, part dream, part memory, part sky. There’s something unfinished in your spirit, like a story you’re still trying to wake from. You carry the ache of other lifetimes, and the medicine for this one. Your solitude isn’t a prison, it’s a portal. And one day, it will open.

🌗 First Quarter Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House

You are the storm before the identity settles. There’s a fire in your presence that doesn’t ask for permission, it dares you to choose. Every time you look in the mirror, there’s a different question waiting. You weren’t born to be consistent. You were born to be becoming, especially when it’s loud.

2nd House

You fight for what you call your own, not with fists, but with endurance. Value doesn’t come wrapped in comfort here. It comes through tension: between having and losing, between craving and claiming. The world won’t always give you permission to feel secure. So you build it yourself, brick by brick, with hands that remember lack but refuse to live in it.

3rd House

Your thoughts are torn between silence and sharpness, too full to hold, too electric to ignore. Words become weapons, questions become quests. You weren’t born with peace of mind, you were born to disrupt, to reframe, to ask the thing no one else dares to name. Language is your battle cry. Truth is your war.

4th House

You are the crack in the foundation that lets light through. Home was never just comfort, it was confrontation. You carry family like a stormcloud in your chest, half memory, half resistance. The past is both anchor and burden. But your roots were made to split the ground open and grow something new.

5th House

Your light has teeth. Joy isn’t gentle here, it’s defiant. You don’t create to please, you create to survive. Love feels like a dare. Expression, like a revolution. Every time you open your heart, something breaks. But every break reveals more color than the world knew it could hold.

6th House

There is a war between your soul and your schedule. You want control, but your spirit keeps interrupting you with aches, with dreams, with the kind of unrest you can’t pencil in. You battle for balance daily. Not because you’re weak, but because you care enough to keep trying. Healing isn’t a task, it’s a threshold.

7th House

You don’t fall into relationships, you collide with them. There’s friction in your “we,” a push-pull of devotion and defiance. Love asks too much. Love gives too much. You live in the tension. But in that fire, you shape a new kind of union, one that doesn’t silence the self to keep the peace.

8th House

You are the pressure in the room that no one can name. You’ve been handed other people’s pain and told to alchemize it without a map. Intimacy shakes you. Power draws you. Nothing is neutral. Your emotional growth begins where others are too afraid to dig. You weren’t born to play it safe. You were born to rise from the wreckage, holding gold in your teeth.

9th House

You challenge gods with your questions. You rip apart old truths just to feel the thrill of rebuilding them in your own language. Faith and freedom pull you in opposite directions, but you refuse to choose. Your journey is one of rebellion and return. Of burning the map and drawing a better one.

10th House

You are ambition dressed as resistance. The world sees strength, but underneath, there's a constant negotiation between visibility and vulnerability. You crave to be seen, but not claimed. To lead, but not lose yourself in the process. Your legacy will be born from this tension, not in spite of it.

11th House

You walk into rooms and feel the electricity of what could be. The future isn’t a concept, it’s your battlefield. You don’t just want to belong. You want to redefine belonging. To build a kind of community that makes room for contradiction, for wildness, for truth. You are the friction that wakes the collective from its sleep.

12th House

You fight invisible wars. There is a restlessness in your soul that even dreams can’t quiet. You carry what others bury, their ghosts, their guilt, their unfinished prayers. But your solitude isn’t weakness. It’s where your strength is forged. You’re not here to escape the world. You’re here to remake it from the inside out.

🌔 Waxing Gibbous Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House

You walk through the world half-formed, but already performing. People meet your surface, but never see the editing process underneath, the constant shaping, refining, correcting. You’re not trying to impress. You’re trying to arrive, fully, finally, and in your own image. Every glance feels like a mirror. Every step, a rehearsal for the version of you that might feel just right.

2nd House

You fine-tune your relationship with stability like a musician tuning an old string, listening, adjusting, listening again. What you call yours is never just a possession. It’s a reflection of effort, discipline, proof. But the weight of needing to be enough can make everything feel conditional. You are learning to trust value even when it’s silent.

3rd House

You don’t just speak, you craft. Every word you choose is weighed against what it could’ve been. Thought becomes obsession, conversation becomes performance. There’s an ache for clarity, a hunger to get it exactly right. You aren’t here to echo. You’re here to distill the noise into something unforgettable.

4th House

Your inner world is under constant renovation. Childhood, family, memory, you return to them like unfinished canvases, repainting scenes until the ache softens. You seek emotional precision in a place built from chaos. There is something magical in the way you try to heal what no one taught you to hold. The roots are tangled, but you water them anyway.

5th House

You love like a sculptor, chipping away at fear until beauty is revealed. Joy isn’t reckless for you. It’s curated. Carefully opened, slowly shown. There’s pressure behind your passion, a quiet voice saying “make it worth something.” But when you let go, when you create for no reason, that’s when the magic stops hiding.

6th House

Your days are choreographed, not to impress, but to manage the tension you carry in your spine. You notice every crack, every flaw, every missed step. Self-worth becomes entangled with output. But beneath the task list is a soul trying to align itself with something meaningful. You’re not trying to be perfect. You’re trying to feel like you matter.

7th House

You approach relationships like architecture, carefully constructed, constantly adjusted. You see every imbalance, every shift in tone, and you feel it in your chest. The tension isn’t fear, it’s devotion. You want the connection to work, to evolve, to mean something real. But not everything needs to be fixed. Some things just want to be held.

8th House

You want to understand what lives beneath the surface, but only if you can name it. Intimacy becomes a map you keep trying to redraw. Emotional depth doesn’t scare you. Losing control of that depth does. You peel back layers like someone afraid of what they might not be able to put back. But you were never meant to stay intact.

9th House

You challenge every belief you hold the second it feels too certain. Your faith is always under review. Your truths, rewritten. You learn best on the edge of contradiction, refining not just what you believe, but why. There’s pressure to know more. But your wisdom lies in how you carry the not-knowing.

10th House

You build yourself in public. Every choice feels like it echoes. Every success, a step toward some invisible standard. There’s pressure in the legacy, not to rise, but to rise correctly. You want your story to be flawless. But the truth is, the cracks are what make it worth reading.

11th House

You long for a community that doesn’t just include you, but gets you. And yet, every group feels like a test. You adjust, observe, refine your role like a shapeshifter trying to get it just right. But you weren’t born to blend. You were born to bend the blueprint. To offer a better version of belonging, even if it doesn’t exist yet.

12th House

Your soul is under quiet construction. Behind your silence lives a pressure most people can’t name, the urge to understand the unspoken, to purify the ache. Your inner world is like smoke in a jar: too full, too subtle, too sacred to describe. You don’t just carry emotion. You refine it until it becomes medicine.

🌕 Full Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House

You live in full exposure. There’s no hiding in you, only contrast, contradiction, and an ache to be fully known. Your identity flickers between performer and witness. Every glance feels like a confrontation. Every day, a stage. But you weren’t born to fade. You were born to reflect the world back in its truest light even when it stings.

2nd House

You measure your worth in moonlight, shifting, honest, unable to lie. You feel the pull between abundance and fear, between needing and deserving. Security is never neutral. It either glows or it aches. You’ve seen both. And still, you choose to stay, to build, to believe you are enough even when the light casts shadows.

3rd House

Your mind is a theater of mirrors. Thoughts bounce. Words echo. Conversations hold weight, even when whispered. You process life out loud, but every sentence contains a secret. Communication is your emotional arena, not to perform, but to reveal. You think in full volume. You speak like truth is trying to get out before the silence wins.

4th House

You carry the full moon in your ribcage. Home isn’t a place for you, it’s a reckoning. Family casts long shadows. Emotion doesn’t sit quietly in the corner, it floods the room. You remember too much. You feel it all. But this emotional intensity is not a flaw, it’s your compass. The pain and the love both point home.

5th House

You love like it’s always the last time. Your joy burns bright, sometimes too bright to hold. Expression feels both freeing and terrifying. Every time you show yourself, it feels like you’re offering your heart in full bloom, no thorns, no guards. But you weren’t meant to dim. You were born to be seen, not for approval, but for truth.

6th House

Your daily life holds deep emotional weather. Every task is tied to something sacred. You don’t just organize, you feel your way through structure. The pressure to hold it all together meets the awareness that something inside is always shifting. The body becomes the battleground for the soul’s intensity. But even chaos becomes ritual when tended with care.

7th House

You see yourself most clearly in the eyes of another and sometimes, that’s the hardest part. Relationships reveal what you hide from yourself. Love feels like both a gift and a mirror. You crave connection, but it often reflects back every wound you thought you buried. Still, you show up. Still, you choose intimacy. That’s your light.

8th House

You feel everything under the surface magnified. Desire. Grief. Power. Loss. Your soul lives at emotional high tide, always sensing what others can’t name. You don’t seek transformation, it finds you. The truth terrifies you and pulls you closer. But what you reveal in darkness becomes someone else’s way out.

9th House

Your beliefs were born in fire. You don’t just have truths, you collide with them. Question them. Illuminate them. Your emotional intensity spills into your philosophy. Faith shouts, sings, wanders. You seek meaning like it’s air. And in doing so, you become the revelation you’ve been chasing.

10th House

You wear your heart in public. Every move feels like a statement. Every role, a stage. Success carries emotion here, pride, pressure, vulnerability, exposure. You crave to be seen fully, not just for what you do, but for who you are beneath it. Visibility is a risk. You take it anyway.

11th House

You carry the weight of the collective in your chest. Friendships aren’t light. Hope isn’t passive. You feel the future calling, and it’s loud. There’s tension between standing out and fitting in but you’ve always been the one who glows at the edges. You don’t just imagine change. You feel it coming through your bones.

12th House

Your soul is a moonlit ocean. Emotions move like tides, pulled by memories you don’t always remember. You live at the threshold of dream and reality, where nothing is fully yours and everything passes through you. Still, you hold space for the unseen. You illuminate what others try to forget. And in the quiet, you become the light.

🌖 Waning Gibbous Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House

You wear wisdom like weather, visible, shifting, felt before it’s spoken. People sense a story behind your eyes, something that came before this version of you. You are here to reflect more than just personality. You are a walking lesson, a visible truth even when no one asks for it. Being seen is never just about image. It’s about transmission.

2nd House

You carry knowledge that doesn’t need to be proven. It lives in your touch, in what you value, in the way you stay grounded when everything shakes. Others seek what you seem to simply hold. You teach through stability by being the one who doesn’t crumble. Your worth is your message, even when you don’t speak it aloud.

3rd House

You’ve been talking your whole life but it feels more like translation. There’s something old in your voice, something inherited, repurposed, made new. You pass on what you’ve gathered, not just as fact but as echo. The way you speak changes the shape of what’s being said. Your words don’t end. They spread.

4th House

You carry the past like a story you didn’t write but still have to tell. Emotion, lineage, memory, they all live in your bloodstream, asking to be understood. You weren’t born to escape your roots. You were born to transmute them. Your quiet becomes someone else’s healing. Your softness, a legacy.

5th House

You don’t just create, you give birth to meaning. Every love you’ve lost becomes a line in your art. Every joy, a sermon. You teach people how to feel again by showing them what it looks like to burn with beauty. Your creativity is ancestral. Your play is survival. And your presence is proof that light never disappears, it just moves through new forms.

6th House

You carry sacred instructions in your bones. It shows up in the way you tend to what others neglect. In your rituals. In your work. In how you notice what hurts and keep showing up anyway. You don’t need a spotlight, you’re here to offer something usable, something lived. Your wisdom is practical, but that doesn’t make it any less holy.

7th House

You teach people how to love. Not in theory, in practice. In pauses. In presence. In the way you hold space during conflict and still choose softness. You’ve seen what imbalance does. You’ve felt what it takes to rebuild trust. You carry that knowledge into every partnership, and even when it costs you, you leave others wiser than they were before.

8th House

You’ve seen behind the veil. You carry truths that most avoid, emotions that others hide, endings that became beginnings. Your very presence can stir what’s buried in others. You don’t force it, it happens. You are the reminder that nothing hidden stays that way forever. What you’ve survived becomes someone else’s permission to transform.

9th House

You speak in philosophies that feel like memories. People think you’re wise but it’s not about intellect. It’s instinct. You’ve been here before, somehow. You carry a flame that belongs to seekers, teachers, wanderers. You don’t just teach what you know, you ignite what others forgot they believed in.

10th House

You lead by remembering. Not just your story, but the pattern. The reason. The lesson. You don’t chase success, you sculpt it into meaning. People look to you for structure, but what you really offer is clarity. You don’t build empires. You build examples. You show others what integrity looks like in motion.

11th House

You dream in blueprints. You see the long game, the bigger picture, the shift that no one’s ready for yet. You offer visions, not commands. Hope, not certainty. You don’t belong to any one group but you leave every circle better than you found it. Your presence says, “There’s more than this.” And people listen.

12th House

You speak the language of what’s unspoken. You move through emotional realms like a librarian of forgotten dreams. People don’t always understand you but they feel you. Your wisdom isn’t loud. It’s woven. Felt in the spaces between. You don’t teach through facts. You teach through presence. And even your silence heals.

🌗 Last Quarter Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House

You were never meant to stay who you were. Your identity peels in layers because you’re shedding what the world told you to be. There’s tension in your image, rebellion in your reflection. You weren’t born to be recognized. You were born to be remembered for how deeply you changed mid-scene.

2nd House

You don’t crave stability. You question what it’s built on. Money, value, belonging, none of it feels real unless it’s rooted in your truth. You release definitions of success that were never yours, and let your worth grow wild in the spaces where certainty once stood. You came to break the idea that you have to earn what you already are.

3rd House

You rewrite the language you were given. Words don’t sit still in you, they argue, evolve, demand to be redefined. Thought is your battleground. You question what others accept. You leave behind inherited scripts and carve meaning from contradiction. You don’t just speak, you dismantle.

4th House

You carry a home inside you that doesn’t match the one you came from. Family may feel like a story told through cracked windows. You’re here to break the emotional lineage, to end what’s been repeated, to love without reenactment. Your roots are not your cage. They are your compost. You grow from what you buried.

5th House

You don’t create to entertain, you create to revolt. Art becomes a reckoning. Love, a risk. Joy, an act of rebellion. You challenge the idea that pleasure must be polished, that expression must be palatable. You light fires inside the things meant to make you smaller. And when you dance, the ground remembers how to move.

6th House

You question every routine. Structure becomes a skeleton you rebuild with care. Work, wellness, obligations, they’re not just tasks. They’re systems. And systems are meant to be interrogated. You’re here to rewrite what service means. To undo the martyr narrative. To heal in ways that don’t hurt.

7th House

You don’t do partnerships quietly. You challenge the contract. You question the balance. You burn the rules if they ask you to disappear. Love doesn’t scare you, compromise does. But in the undoing, you create space for something real. You’re not here to keep the peace. You’re here to redefine it.

8th House

You are the disruption in the underworld. The one who says, “This ends with me.” You transmute pain into awareness, not just for yourself, but for every story buried beneath the surface. Intimacy, power, secrecy, they all unravel in your hands. You’re not afraid of endings. You live for what begins after them.

9th House

You tear holes in belief systems like skylights. Truth, for you, is not a doctrine, but a journey. You unlearn dogma. You dismantle certainty. You ask better questions than anyone else dares to. Your wisdom isn’t about knowing. It’s about what you’re brave enough to let go of.

10th House

You climb ladders only to ask why they were built. Achievement holds no weight if it requires your silence. You don’t just want success. You want alignment. You’re here to undo the legacy that demands perfection, and write one that honors truth. The world may call it rebellion. You call it responsibility.

11th House

You walk into communities like a controlled burn, clearing space for something better. You don’t fit into systems. You deconstruct them. You aren’t here to follow the vision. You are the revision. The one that says: we can do this differently. Hope is your resistance. And change follows your shadow.

12th House

You dream in dismantling. Behind your softness is a soul that remembers too much and refuses to let it repeat. You’re here to unravel karmic threads, to break invisible contracts, to choose consciousness over comfort. Your solitude isn’t retreat. It’s reconstruction. And your healing is ancestral.

🌘 Waning Crescent Moon Phase in the Houses

1st House

You are the shadow before dawn, the softness before identity forms. People sense something ancient in your eyes, not sadness, but stillness. You weren’t born to be loud. You were born to fade gently into your own truth. Your presence doesn’t scream, it echoes. You show others how to exist without forcing shape.

2nd House

You are learning to release attachment to what can be held. Ownership means little when the soul remembers lifetimes of letting go. Worth, for you, is memory. You aren’t here to gather more. You’re here to simplify, to find wealth in stillness, and to remember that nothing truly belongs to us except what we become.

3rd House

You speak like someone who already knows the ending. There’s a softness in your words, a wisdom in your silence. You aren’t here to argue. You’re here to whisper truth. Thought for you is not linear, it’s circular, dreamlike, threaded with memory from other lives. Your voice is a farewell and a seed at once.

4th House

You are the final echo of your lineage, the one who came to make peace with all the ghosts. Family may feel like both burden and blueprint. But you’re not here to fix the past. You’re here to bless it, bury it, and build something sacred from its ashes. Home is not behind you. It’s what you’re preparing the next soul to remember.

5th House

Your joy comes wrapped in nostalgia. Love, for you, often feels like a goodbye in disguise. You express not to be seen, but to preserve a memory, a feeling, a flicker of truth. Your art is elegy. Your heart, a sacred archive. And when you share it, something eternal awakens in everyone who watches.

6th House

You serve quietly because your soul knows the weight of tending. You move through life like a caretaker of sacred routines. Your healing is not flashy. It’s ancestral. You make space for others to exhale. And though the work is heavy, you carry it like someone who remembers why it matters.

7th House

Your relationships are ceremonies, quiet spaces where something old is laid to rest. You may feel like every connection carries more than just this lifetime. And you’re right. You didn’t come to fall in love. You came to release love from its conditions. To show what it means to choose another soul gently, without needing to hold on.

8th House

You were born with one hand in the underworld. You feel the endings before they begin. Transformation isn’t your arc, it’s your starting point. Death, rebirth, surrender, it’s all familiar. You carry karmic memory in your bones, and your greatest offering is your ability to let go without turning away. What you release, you redeem.

9th House

You’ve walked these roads before. Your beliefs are layered with echoes, not certainty. Faith is a return. You aren’t here to convert or convince. You’re here to share the last page of a truth you’ve carried for lifetimes. Your journey is less about discovery and more about closure. A final breath before the next beginning.

10th House

You were born to complete a legacy. What you do in the world echoes with finality as if tying a thread that others before you couldn’t finish. Success, for you, is sacred closure. You lead not to build something new, but to honor what’s already ending. Your presence is the punctuation mark in a long ancestral sentence.

11th House

You gather people like stories. Each one reflects something your soul remembers, something that needs witnessing before it fades. Your vision for the future isn’t loud. It’s quiet. Subtle. Like smoke curling from a candle that’s just gone out. You’re here to leave a message for the next dreamers. Not to lead them but to bless their beginning.

12th House

You are the veil. The final breath. The dream dissolving into light. Everything about you feels like a farewell, not tragic, but sacred. You were born to return to something beyond form. To carry out the last karmic task. You don’t need to do much, your presence alone completes a cycle. You are not the storm. You are the stillness after it.

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