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beyonsatan · 11 months

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Here are some REAL astrological tips that I'm not just pulling out my ass and actually learned from reading

1. Aquarius is not ruled by uranus, aquarius is ruled by saturn. When astrologers discovered uranus they borrowed some of the traits of saturn and applied them to uranus because they didnt know what to do with this planet. Having strong uranus influence won't make you feel like an outsider but having a strong saturn influence will. Uranus does not rule "outcasts" or "obstruction" it rules sudden changes which we only associate with aquarius because of their eccentricity and the modern rulership of this sign, aquarius isn't as open to "change" as we would like to think they are, they're a saturn(restrictions) ruled fixed sign, they're more open minded and progressive than capricorn but they're more traditional and less accepting than we think pisces to be.

2. NO planet is unwelcome in the 5th and 11th house. Any personal planets in these houses including mars and saturn, especially the chart ruler is a sign of good fortune, wealth, successful investments and just an easy life in general because these houses are the joy of Venus and Jupiter, harmful planets here become neutralized and instead work to our benefit even with difficult aspects. Ex: Someone with a 5th house saturn might work high paying government jobs or become some kind of authority(saturn) figure sometime within their life.

3. What you've been taught about the north and south node is wrong. The north node is not "underdeveloped traits" The north node represents "increase" while the south node represents decrease, not your comfort zone and this is according to hellenistic and ancient astrology. The north node represents the dragon head while the south node represents its tail. Wherever your north node(the head) is, is where there's an infatuation and/or otherwise increase of energy and experiences, the south node (the tail) is something you abandoned (and shouldnt have) so you could focus on your north node, it's not necessarily something you need to let go of because that's like saying the dragon cut his tail off so he could keep his head lol, the dragon doesn't need to cut his tail at all, his tail is what's helping send him into the right direction because how do you expect him to move without his tail? In this case the south node is something you can rely on to assist you when handling the topics of your north node, that's the whole point. If south node was something that we needed to dismiss or free ourselves from it, there wouldn't be a south node, the south node and north node exist with each other, they HAVE to co-exist

4. I don't really debate about which house system to use when reading your own chart or others but when reading transits, synastry and composite charts, I strongly recommend using WS to make things alot less confusing.

5. The moon is a significator of money in alot of the same ways venus and jupiter are that's why the moon gets exalted in taurus. Moon in Taurus, Pisces, Sagittarius or Libra in the 3rd (house joy), 5th or 11th house is an indicator of wealth.

6. When outer planets transit your cadent houses please don't have a breakdown, planets in cadent houses have the weakest influence within a person's chart.

7. The houses responsible for fame are realistically the 5th, 7th house, 10th and 11th house and everything starts with the 5th house. Explanation: 5th house is the talent you have, the 11th house is your audience, you bring the talents you build upon in the 5th house for the world to see over into the 11th house, the 7th house is your relationship to law and the public, partnerships etc, if you wanna get contracts like a partnership with the NBA or picked to star in a movie, all of this would take place in the 7th house, the 10th house is the brand and image you cultivate after your name gets around from the 7th house, this house talks about your peak, how well did you do? Did you make it big? Planets here, where it's ruler is/and aspects will color all of this. Honorable mention is the 1st house cause the 1st house like the 10th house is angular and says alot about whether eyes are on you, do you get attention, are you an extrovert, are you confident or is building up those kind of things difficult for you, all of this gets answered in the 1st house.

8. Do not let any amateur astrologers gaslight you into thinking that having 8th or 12th house placements make you spiritual, spirituality gets its meaning from the 9th house and the 11th house where jupiter finds joy, planets in the 8th and 12th house is NOT for the weak and I don't mean to sound arrogant, I have 12th house placements and I'm aware that the 12th house doesn't get its meaning from pisces or jupiter, sprutuality is meant to be a good thing, planets in these houses is not a good thing so it is not wise to draw proximity there

9. Both Venus/ Jupiter and it's aspects is an indicator of marriage, the sign they're in, house placement and aspects will tell you more about your spouse (venus if you're attracted to women and jupiter if you're attracted to men)

10. Debilitated or fallen planets are liberated or in accidental dignity when in the angular houses or the 5th and 11th. Yes this counts for retrograde planets as well even tho i don't count retrogrades as a debilitaty. Think of them as having "redemption arcs" like negan from the walking dead, started out evil or In bad condition but it got better real fast or the challenges with that placement are easy to overcome. Ex: aquarius sun in the 1st house, aquarius is obviously debilitated under the sun because the sun and saturn are enemies and aquarius gets overwhelmed by the attention and self expression that comes with the sun but with the sun in the 1st house that luminary becomes apart of you, it's literally influencing your physical body and how you behave, with the sun here you have no trouble expressing yourself and actually like attention, so it's like having a leo rising but alot more intense

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dinanikto · 4 months

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Spoilers: Episode 4 of the Walten Files

I think people misunderstood Felix as a character?

I've seen so many fans WISHING that Felix would actually die?? Like, "if I was Jack, I would beat the shit out of Felix" or "Felix, do a flip".

I thought it was shown pretty well that he is not in the right state of mind.

Before reading this, please, gather all of your compassion and sympathy, and listen to what I'm about to say with a clear mind.

Let's speak chronologically:

1) Felix and Jack meet in college and decide to create animatronic-based restaurant. They are teens/young adults in the year 1958-1964 (not truly canon, but close to). According to Martin, they're very close, they love and trust each other.

2) Jack meets Rosemary, they start dating. She creates designs for Bon and other characters.

Felix is, presumably, left alone to himself, as he doesn't have anyone else.

3) They graduate and contact CyberFun Tech.

Felix meets and marries Linda, while Jack and Rosemary have their first kid.

4) october 30th, 1964.

Linda notes Felix's heavy drinking and his poor self image. She's stressed and scared.

Felix is close with the Walten family. Jack and Rose get two more kids, and they all call him uncle!

And yet, he doesn't feel welcome. He uses alcohol as a coping mechanism. "He drinks for the sole purpose of drinking!"

Please note, the year is 1964!! Even nowadays not many people can get help and cure their addictions. Not many people believe that they can, or that they deserve it.

5) december 25th, 1970.

Krankens and Waltens are so close they spend Christmas together. And yet, Felix is burdened with something.

Jack and Rose are lovey dovey, Felix and Linda are not. Waltens have three kids that love their parents deeply, Krankens do not. Jack is happy, and Felix is not.

He's still using alcohol to calm himself down.

He can't control himself anymore.

Linda tries to talk to him, but Felix doesn't respond. Or rather, it's how Linda frames it.

"He feels bad about it, but doesn't try to change."

Honestly? Sounds like he tries to communicate, but his depression isn't letting him do it well. Again, it's 1970, and I don't think anyone has ever truly tried to help him.

He's a man. Why can't he man up? Jack is doing fine, why can't you, Felix?

Or why won't you just tell everyone how you feel? It's not like men have been bottling their emotions for decades now, right?

6) april 1974.

The Bon's Burgers is about to be open in a few weeks.

Felix and Linda have a fight (verbal). He hurts her feelings.

Jack asks Felix to pick up kids from a school party. Felix says no at first, but Jack won't listen.

Eventually, Felix says yes.

7) morning of may 2nd, 1974.

Linda leaves Felix. Only thing left after her is a note.

No talking, no nothing. His wife of 10+ years left him.

Have you ever gone through a breakup? A breakup with your spouse? Were you in an intoxicated state of mind when your wife left you? Were you depressed when seemingly everyone have left you?

Wait, right, he has Waltens. So of course he's gonna get those kids home, that's the only thing left for him! Everyone are asking him of it.

7) evening of may 2nd, 1974.

The car crash happens.

8) may 3rd, 1974.

He's awfully drunk. He's depressed. He got almost killed. He tried to kill himself twice. He has no one to talk about this with.

He has killed two children. Children that he loved.

Jack is going to hate him. And he does! Jack DOES want to kill him, Felix knows it even before speaking to him.

Note that he's not afraid of Rosemary.

9) may 3-6th, 1974.

He hides. He doesn't sleep for three days, and gets hallucinations.

He's scared. But the fact he actually faced Waltens is surprising. He's trying to fix things as best as he can.

10) may 6th, 1974

He lies. What else can he do?

Jack disappears. Susan disappears. Rosemary and Charles disappear. Brian and Ashley disappear.

And THIS is noway near his fault.

Bon's Burgers close. He has no money, several murder cases. Everybody is dead.

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And after all of this, people don't find Felix even a little bit likeable? But support an agressive, irrational Jack, who was blind to his brother's struggling and pain? Who was the only person to not notice Felix's drinking problem?!? I'm confused.

I feel like Felix almost constantly. The mentally ill guy with no support system, that has no one to talk to. Never the one to get any help, even when having a "family".

And it's not like he thinks that he deserves love and attention. He never goes searching for Linda. He tries to end his life multiple times. He's masking as a nice corporate guy, while suffering internally.

He suffers more than anybody else in the series. And why? What did he do? Did anyone teach him how to deal with these situations?

In conclusion: don't hate people. Never ever wish the worst for them, especially publicly.

And if you associate yourself with Kranken? Try to get help. Again, and again, and again. We live in a scary, but wonderful world. Your life is worth living, you deserve to be happy. Don't give up.

#muting this post. please dm me if you have any questions #twf #the walten files #twf felix #my thingies

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notafunkiller · 6 months

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Summary: Unable to keep the charade up, you finally confront Bucky, telling him the whole truth.

Pairing: (fake) boyfriend’s brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 39), teasing, dirty talk, or@l sex, fingering, protected séx, pet names, daddy kínk, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 4.5K

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A/N: This story will have 4 parts, this is the 3rd part.

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

Avoiding Bucky for two weeks was hard, but fortunately, he didn’t try to push you at all, which made it bearable.

You miss him, though. You always enjoyed his company, and it feels like you are slowly losing a friend. But what’s your alternative?

As much as you try to be polite, William’s friends completely ignore you when you ask them how they are. So you give up quickly, spending time on your phone as you try to ignore them. You can’t go to your room because that would not fit the fake image, so you’re stuck.

You know William is not a bad guy, and he tried to get closer to you a couple of times, but he’s not the type of person you’d see yourself with. Not even as real friends. You’re just too different, and it’s not like either of you wanted to be in this situation.

Bucky has been busy all evening. From what you heard, he’s been working on an important project this week, even at home. But you are happy to see him coming downstairs, probably headed to the kitchen. At least, he’s alive.

“Hi.”

Everyone acknowledges him immediately, and he gives you a warm smile before going to the kitchen, as you thought.

A few minutes later, when he returns, he’s carrying a plate with two sandwiches and a drink in his left hand. William immediately reaches for the glass, and Bucky gives him a pointed look.

“That’s not for you.”

“Come on, you always let me try.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his tone. He acts like a kid a lot of times.

“This is for your girlfriend, punk. The one you’ve been ignoring.” You look at him surprised as he hands you the drink. How did he know?

Everyone turns to look at you, but you ignore them.

“Thank you.”

Cherries again... You blush.

“You’re welcome, hopefully you’ll drink it this time.”

For some reason, this is enough to make this whole avoiding him plan of yours go down the drain and before you know what you’re doing, you’re in your room calling your mom and demanding her to stop this nonsense and let you come home. Because they can do it in another way. You can’t pretend to be a couple for years, can you? What about your life? What about what you want? You’ve already done so much for them, and you are sick and tired of lying.

Same goes for William. He must want the same thing as you do.

But she brushes you off, trying to make you see from their point of view. Because this is what your father wanted. And you never felt sicker.

“He wouldn’t give you the opportunity to run anything otherwise, baby. You have to do this... I am sorry.”

“No, you’re not! You’re fucking not! Otherwise, you would have left him. He controls you and me. He’s been doing it your whole marriage, and I am sick of it. I won’t let him treat me like this anymore.”

There is dead silence on the other side of the phone for a couple of seconds, and you have to forcefully bite your lip to keep the sobs down. You can almost taste the blood.

“Please, honey, there’s nothing I can do.”

You cannot take any more of her tone, so gou simply hang up and put your phone on silent just in case.

There’s nowhere you can go. Nothing you can do to escape this if you want an opportunity to do things your way. Your father uses you, and your mom doesn’t have your back.

It’s suffocating you, and it’s also terrifying how alone you can be despite not being theoretically alone.

He deserves better, too. He deserves to know.

That snaps something inside you, and before you can change your mind, you get out of your room, fixing your hair and wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

William’s friends are still downstairs, playing something based on their voices, but you ignore them. You go straight to Bucky’s door and knock desperately.

You still jump when he opens it, and you can spot the worry in his eyes right away.

He was taking a bath, you notice the water droplets running down his face and body. He probably threw his shorts and tank top on quickly, but you don’t care. He needs to know.

“What’s wrong?”

“I gotta tell you something. Right now.”

You get inside his room without waiting for an invitation, and only when you hear the door closing, you turn to look at him.

“They’re lying to you. Everyone is lying to you, including me. And I’m sorry.”

He comes closer, concerned. “What are you lying to me about, huh?”

“It’s not true. None of this is true.”

“What’s not true?” He presses again. You’re finally in his room, you’ve stopped avoiding him, yet you’re still panicking. And all he wants is to make sure you’re okay. “Take it easy. Try to speak slowly, you are running out of air.”

“About William and I… We’re not together for real. It’s all a scam.”

He's speechless for a couple of seconds, frozen on spot, before you watch him start to laugh hysterically.

“I am serious, Bucky. It’s for the merger of the companies.” You continue, thinking he doesn’t believe you. Because why would he? “Your dad wanted to make sure mine won’t back off so they used me. I swear, I can show you-”

“I believe you, I believe you.” He's surprisingly calm as he speaks, as if you didn’t relieve a huge secret. “That’s not why I laughed.”

“I am sorry. I didn’t know why they wanted to keep it away from you, but I-”

“Why did you agree to all of this? What’s in it for you besides the misery of living here?” He asks, so much closer all of a sudden.

“Nothing now.” You sigh, but you don’t care. Even if you have nothing, at least he knows. And sadly, he doesn’t seem surprised by his parents’ actions. “I was supposed to get my dad’s support with a small business. I also wanted to run a charity organization... accepting this was the condition so I can have what I want. It’s stupid, I know. I am twenty-”

“I sensed something was wrong with this whole relationship thing. No couple acts the way you two do, but I thought maybe I was overthinking.” His clothes are fully getting wet now, and you can’t help but stare at his chest. Shit...

“I know.”

“I should have figured out what’s going on.”

His tone seems light, as if you’re not talking about how you all made him believe in a lie for months. You fight the impulse to beg for his forgiveness. You feel like a horrible, horrible human being.

“I am so sorry, Bucky,” you cry. “I should have told you. I am not a good friend, and I am so sorry. But now you know, I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. I didn’t want to, you deserve so much better than all of this.”

“I know you wanted to.” His hand is on your shoulder all of a sudden, and you gasp at the contact. “On my birthday.”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I wanted to tell you a lot of times actually. But I am a coward. William and your parents-”

“You’re not his,” he interrupts you once again, shaking his head as if he can’t believe it. “You’ve never been his.”

You know what he means by his, and you want to correct him and tell him you’re not an object to be someone’s. But you remembered how much you thought about the possibility of Bucky being yours in the past few weeks, so...

“No, I am not.”

“Good.” He grabs you by the back of your head. “I've wanted to kiss ever since I saw you, don’t you know that?”

You gasp. “James-”

“Tell me you want me. Tell me that, and I’m yours. I don’t care about them, I care about you.”

“But I lied to you.”

“You didn’t want to lie to me, though. Analyze the context you are in a little.” He looks drunk as he stares at you, wanting nothing more than to kiss you.

You shake your head. “I can’t do the fun thing with you, okay?”

“Fun thing?”

“I can’t be like Cherry. I can’t stay friends with you after I kiss you.” And you wouldn’t want to even if you could.

He leans in until his mouth reaches your ear. “Who said I wanted that, princess? I told you I am yours.”

“Are you playing a game?”

“Sure,” he says immediately. “I can play any game you want if that makes you want to be mine.”

“Fucking hell,” you moan, feeling so many things at once. He’s seriously giving zero shits about this whole thing, and he’s touching you. Just like you touched him on his birthday. It feels forbidden and wrong, but also perfect. You can have him now. You can kiss him. And you do, bringing his head down so your lips can meet.

You moan quite loudly, but you can’t hold back. Not when he grabs your ass and pulls you closer to him. You hiss when you feel him lifting you in the air so you can wrap our legs around his hips. He’s so hard. So, so hard! And wet all over. You can feel him properly.

He groans when you deepen the kiss, but you’re so into it you could barely hear him.

“Jesus, you taste so good, baby, so good.” He continues to kiss you until you feel like you can’t breathe. You start to move your hips without realizing, chasing the friction because it just feels so good, even with your pants on.

“James, please.”

“Please, what?” He grinds back a little to tease you and you almost cry. So much desire has been bottled inside you for months. “Come on, use your big girl words, baby.”

“I need you. I’m so wet… I need to come.” So much!

“And you want me to make you come?”

You groan. “Obviously!”

“Then ask me to.”

“Come on, James!” You grab his face desperately. “Come on, make me come. Please!”

He smiles widely, and this boyish smirk only makes him look cuter. You want to eat him whole.

“Of course, baby. So polite.”

He doesn’t waste time after your back hits the bed. He starts to undress you quickly, not caring about his sheets getting wet. You help him by lifting your arms and your hips from time to time, but he manages to get everything off in record time.

You can’t believe you’re doing this, to be honest. The reality hits you when he leans in to kiss you, his wet T-shirt making your nipples harden even more. You’re naked in his bed...

“Hey, you’re okay?” His voice is so soft that you can’t help but smile.

“Yes, I’m just... I can’t believe this is real. I haven’t prepared for it.”

“You’re so cute when you’re shy.” He kisses your lips once again. “And when you’re angry.” The trail of kisses is getting lower and lower with every word. “And when you tell me what to do.”

His mouth stops right on your left breast, his hand grabbing the other one.

You moan, losing yourself slowly to the overwhelming sensation, making it hard to focus or think.

“And when you do as I tell you to.” His tongue is everywhere: from your skin to, finally, your nipple, wetting it with his tongue before he properly sucking it.

You jump from the sudden pleasure and grab his hair.

“Feels so good.”

He switches to the other breast as soon as you speak again. “Fuck, I wanted to sleep on these for a long time. I’m depraved, aren’t I? Wanting to fuck my brother’s girl and suck on her tits before passing out on them from exhaustion.”

You moan imagining him sneaking into your room and doing that, and it makes you even hornier. “Fuck, James! I would have let you... would have asked you to make me come in the morning, too.”

You don’t care if you are depraved too. You are in this together. You wanted each other for so long, and now you’re finally getting it.

“Yeah?” He starts to lower his face more after he leaves a few kisses on the valley between your breasts. “What else?”

When you feel him close to your navel, you laugh.

“I’m ticklish, please.”

He melts. Of course he melts and spreads your legs as far as you can go.

“Gonna finally get my mouth on you. I need you to come all over my face...” Based on his tone, it’s like he can’t believe it finally happening.

“Yes, sir.” You tease. “Gonna get you drenched if you want.”

Something snaps inside him, you realize quickly, as he cups your face.

“I am your sir now, princess?”

“Always been,” you gasp. “You’re in your daddification era after all.”

“Shouldn’t that make me your daddy then?”

You freeze a little, unsure what to say because you’d lie if you said you didn’t think about him like that. He’s such a daddy that it hurts. And it’s like he sensed it.

“Fuck, you’re both, okay? You’re both. Please, James. Need your mouth or fingers... anything.”

“Or?” Bucky puffs. “You’re getting both, love.”

You hear laughter coming from downstairs, and you smirk. If only they knew who you actually are with...

Bucky places your legs on his shoulders and back, and you let yourself stay still, waiting for his first move.

His fingers open your lips first, making sure to hold you open before he leans in and gets his tongue at your entrance.

“Shit, Buck!”

He intentionally breathes out all over you. “That’s not how you call me, princess.”

“What do you want then?” You snap, desperately. You need to be eaten out, not teased. “Daddy? Sir? Old man? James? Tease?”

“That tone,” he says, amused by your suffering. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

“Well, make me come first!”

“Always.”

He doesn’t tease you much after this, getting his tongue inside you for a while as you pull his hair, and then he switches it with his index finger as he decides to lick your clit.

“Y-you can suck on it. I like it.”

He immediately takes your suggestion and, at the same time you feel him adding another finger inside you, he sucks on your clit as if he’s nursing.

You lose control of your hips, moving them like crazy while he fucks you like this.

His free hand travels to your breast, and you groan. “I’m so close, James. Sooo close. Fuck,” you moan again when he pinches your nipple. “Add another finger, please. Another-”

He does it before you can ask again, and it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to come all over his face, surprising yourself and, probably him. It feels like you’re drowning in pleasure, it’s insane.

Even after you finish, he keeps licking just as fast, and you have to pull his hair harshly so he can stop.

“It’s enough, thank you, baby.”

He smiles, getting up to kiss you without hesitation. “I’m your baby now?”

“Of course you are. My big old baby.”

He laughs. “So old.”

“Yeah, my old man, who needs to take off his clothes.”

Bucky nods, standing up.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Ihm.” You crawl to the edge of the bed so you can help him take off his shorts quicker. It’s hard not to stare at his cock. He’s quite thick, and the head is covered in precum.

“What’s that face?” He laughs, fishing. You know he fishes too, but what can you say?

“You’re a big man.”

He laughs even harder. “Do you mean all of me or a certain part?”

“Fuck you!” You take his hand, forcing him to lean toward you. You won’t stroke his ego even more.

“Let me grab a condom first.”

You nod, eagerly waiting for him to get inside you as you watch him his open his nightstand. You brush off the instinct to cover yourself and spread your legs.

“How many times did you think about it?”

“About you in my bed? Too many times. I was gonna screw it over, you know?” He snorts. “The morning after my birthday. I wanted to come and confess I like and want you to myself, but you stayed away from me.”

You watch him open the package and roll the condom on as you answer. “I think your sister sensed it.”

Bucky scrunches his nose. “Not the greatest subject while I am about to fuck you, but yeah, she knew. She saw right through me, and as we left she told me to go for it and do something scandalous for once.”

“Really?” You’re shocked. Why would she encourage him to do that while you were still with her other brother? “She told me not to play with both of your hearts before we left.”

Bucky shakes his head while getting on his knees between your legs. “You can play with my heart all you want, doll. It’s all yours”

“I need something else of yours right now. Your cock, sir.” You tease him, knowing the effect your words will have on him. You enjoy this so much… having this power over him. “How about that?”

“Ihm.” Bucky kisses your lips briefly. “When you tell me to stop, I’ll stop, okay?”

You nod eagerly, wanting to push him. “What if I don’t want you to stop, what should I tell you then?”

“Just beg for my cock. You seem to like that.”

“You would love that, wouldn’t you? If you want me to beg, at least give me a reason to.”

And he gives you a reason to as he pushes inside you little by little. It’s a strange feeling... getting filled like this with no lube, but it doesn’t hurt, it’s just a bit uncomfortable at first.

“You okay?”

“Ihm, just full.” You smile.

“You’re so tight, and wet, and perfect, you know? I feel like... shit, it feels surreal.”

You look down, and you almost moan from the sight. His cock is more than halfway inside you.

“You feel amazing too.”

He kisses you as he starts to thrust, and you don’t remember the last time you felt like this. Maybe it’s also the build up and the time that has passed since you last had sex, but you can’t think straight. With every push, it gets harder and harder to focus or to simply keep your eyes open.

“Come on, princess, talk to me!”

He leaves kisses all over your collarbone and wherever he manages between his thrusts as he waits for you to speak. But what can you say? How can you speak?

“Y-you feel so good inside me, daddy. So good.” It’s like your mind is blank.

“Jesus!” His eyes meet yours. “Say that again, come on, baby.”

“What? That you feel good or...?”

“You know what, don’t be bratty now. I know you’re close.”

“I want it a little harder, daddy.” You smirk when you see him trembling a little, and before you can say anything else, he’s starting to thrust again, but harder just like you want.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? Worrying about me... taking me so well,” he moans, and you quickly grab the sheets when you feel one of his hands getting to your clit without warning. “Gonna come for me? Gonna come while everyone is downstairs wondering what takes you so long? Gonna come for your daddy?”

You do, of course you do, silently, yet strongly. It feels like heaven, and you don’t want it to ever stop. You can taste the pleasure at this point.

“Look at you,” he moans, still thrusting. “So beautiful as you come for me. Tell me you want me to come for you, too. Tell me-”

You interrupt him immediately. “Please, James, let it go, want you to feel good.” You kiss his neck over and over again. “Want to feel your come inside me.”

You both know that’s impossible, but it still gets him over the edge, and he comes, whispering your name like a prayer.

“Was it good?” You ask amused when his head falls dramatically on top of your breasts, his beard tickling you a little.

“I’m a changed man.”

He manages to make you laugh. “Liar!”

“Don’t call an old man liar, sweetheart.”

“What happened to love or baby?” You lazily run a hand through his hair as you wait for his answer.

“You’re my love and my baby, too..”

“How are you single again?”

“I’m not. You took me.” He grins devilishly before leaving a kiss on the valley between your breasts. Again and again.

“Ah, yes, I do.” You sigh, suddenly back to earth once the after-orgasm effect fades away. “We need to talk about it.”

“I know, and we will in the morning. Tonight, your job is to relax in the bath I’ll prepare for you while I go downstairs and make the punk end the party. Then we’ll sleep, okay?”

“Ihm,” you whisper absently. suddenly really tired as he slides out of you with a kiss.

“Gonna throw this away and come back, okay? Try not to sleep.” You don’t have to look at him to know he’s talking about the condom.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky’s laugh warms your heart.

You wake up all sweaty, with Bucky’s arms around your waist and his beard on your neck giving you extra warmth. If you attempted to move him, he’s too heavy; therefore, you’d have to wake him up.

You sigh. “Bucky?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you move? I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Say the magic word,” he whispers with the raspiest voice ever.

“Now. Or is it daddy?”

He laughs. “Gimmie a kiss then.”

“Let me brush my teeth first.”

“Nonsense!” He leans in to kiss your without warning, tilting your head with his right hand.

You don’t deepen the kiss, though, using this as an opportunity to sneak out of the bed.

“Hey, come here! I don’t care about your-”

“I stink. You might not care, but I do. Gonna be right back, okay?”

You’re not fast enough, though, since you hit him with the bathroom door when you open it. “Bucky!” You jump, touching your chest.

“Took too long.”

“Such a baby.” You snort, wrapping your arms around his neck, and get on your tip toes so you can properly kiss him this time.

“Now this is a good morning.”

You nod. “Yep. Good morning.”

“Good morning, little liar.”

You frown instantly, your heart starting to race. Shit!

“I am really sorry, Bucky. I really didn’t mean to...” You try to explain, but you sound like a broken record.

“I don’t mean that, love. I am talking about what your principles.”

You feel like your whole body is on fire. This can’t be real...

“Was all a game?” You slam your hands onto his chest. “Is this a game for you?”

“What? I mean your not sleeping or having sex policy, woman. Calm down! What games? I came after you cause you were taking too long, and you think this can be a game?”

“I don’t know... I just panicked.” You take a deep breath, trying to calm down. “It sounded like you were gonna say it was all a game because I lied to you.”

Bucky shakes his head before wrapping his arms around you waist and pulling you into a tight hug.

“I would never do that. I am not a kid and I know what I want. I know why you accepted this, and you didn’t lie to me, you were hiding the truth from a stranger. They are the ones who should have said something.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you know that.”

You kiss his upper arm in return, and he smiles.

“So tell me... what happened to not sleeping in the same room? Not having sex...”

“Why are you teasing me?”

“It’s my job as your man to do that.”

You let go of him and smile. “My man… I’m not intending to return you.”

“Return me?” He giggles, suddenly amused. “Now that we’re here, I have a question.”

“What?”

“How jealous you were of Cherry on a scale from 1 to 10?”

You gasp. “Are you going to ask everything this morning or what?”

“Do you want me to do it at lunch?” He teases you. “You don’t have to be jealous. We aren’t even close friends anymore, so...”

“I don’t care about Cherry! She’s nice...”

He brings your hands to his lips and slowly leaves a kiss on each finger.

“Then why was my mocktail left there? It was crying for you to drink it.”

You snap, taking him aback as you grab him by the chin. “You’re mine, do you understand? No Cherry, no Berry, no Watermelon!”

He laughs as much as he can since you’re holding his chin, but then something glows in his eyes. “What about Strawberry?”

“No. One. No fruit, no vegetable, no one.”

“Done,” he answers immediately. “But same goes for you. No William, Will, Bill and so on.”

“He’s not my type, obviously.” You touch his bottom lip with your index finger. “I like them old, savage, and huge like trees.”

Bucky immediately bites the tip of your finger before licking it. “We need to tell everyone. How do we do it?”

You freeze, dropping your hand.

What will you do? If this blows up, and you know it will, where will you go? Where will you work? Your mom would try to fight for you, but you know your dad would immediately cut you off and make sure you’ll regret it. He’d want you to beg for forgiveness, so he will make sure no one hires you.

Bucky must have sensed your panic and immediately grabs your face.

“Hey, I can see you making a hundred of scenarios in your head, talk to me.”

“In the bathroom?” You ask, trying to lighten up the mood for some reason.

“Don’t you want them to know?” He asks confused.

“Of course I do, don’t get me wrong. It’s just...”

“Complicated?” He completes the sentence for you.

“A little.”

“We have time, I’m all ears.”

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FAMA (408) OBSERVATIONS🎬

”Fame is the beauty parlor of the dead”- Benjamin De Casseres

More asteroids: MEDUSA(149), APHRODITE(1388), NEMESIS(128)

Pluto conjunct Ascendant in the Fama Persona chart can be very intense. A lot of obsessive stalkers and fans. Gets involved in scandals extreme easily, especially sex scandals.

Salvador Dali got his Ascendant in Libra conjunct 23° Libra Fixed Star Spica (creative talents in art and design) in his Fama Persona Chart.

Jean Harlow got Fama conjunct Mars and she was one of the first sex symbols. She was one of the ”top dogs” in old Hollywood which is typical Mars.

Hillary Clinton have Fama conjunct Mercury in the 10th house in her Fama Persona chart and public speeches is needed for her public image.

Fama in Cancer can mean your mother is famous or your mother wanted you to be. For example Kim K who got Fama in Cancer in the 8th house.

Dont forget to check the degree of your asteroid Fama. Kim K got Fama at 19° which is a Libra degree and shes famous for her big booty and her relationships. Adriana Lima have Fama at 1° and shes famous for her physical appearance.

Adriana Lima have Venus conjunct Midheaven in her Fama Persona chart which shows how shes known for her amazing beauty.

Fama in the 1st house in the Fama Persona chart or on the natal chart can show fame because of your looks.

Fama conjunct Venus either in the natal or the Fama Persona chart can be annoying because too much focus is put on your romantic relationships. Even fans will try to butt in.

Fama conjunct Eros can make you known for sexual matters.

Amber Heard got her Fama conjunct Lilith and she has been outcasted by Hollywood and is especially hated by men. Shes the perfect example of how men unfortunately always win.

Megan Fox got her Fama conjunct both Lilith and Chiron and she was sexualized and objectified by Hollywood at a young age.

Britney Spears have Fama conjunct Mars and Prey and we all know how Hollywood and her fans treated her.

Britney have Fama conjunct Saturn in her Fama Persona chart and since Saturn rules the father it shows how her father was a part of her fame and her relationship with him has been very public.

Daniel Radcliff (Harry Potter) have Fama in Sagittarius at 9° and when you think of him you think of him in a school uniform. He is also known for being in a movie thats about a school.

Fama conjunct Mars can be someone whos known for being bitchy or aggressive.

Fama in the 3rd house can make you known for the way you talk or you have a famous sibling.

Fama in the 7th house can indicate you will marry someone famous.

If you have Fama conjunct Mercury people looove to gossip about you. Anything you do becomes the latest news in town.

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maybe with a missed chance | peter parker

summary: there is no one you love more than peter parker. it's too bad that there are people he loves more then you.

warnings: angst, pining, breakdowns (?), bad self-thinking/image, unhealthy eating habits

pairing: peter parker x fem! reader

word count: 2.9+ words (not proof-read)

how long had it been since you found out peter was with liz? not long, most likely. well, long was subjective, like most things.

how long is too long?

what if it’s not long enough?

it doesn’t feel long enough, the time you had with peter.

or, you know, maybe that was subjective as well. you’d known him for ages. specifically, since the 3rd grade. so, what? ten years? almost eleven? not enough time. never enough time.

if you had more, then maybe you could have mustered up some courage to talk to him. to tell him. to convince him that you were the one for him, not her.

because you were sure, more than anything in the world, that she didn’t love him half as much as you did. not even a fraction. maybe part of the reason was because your love for peter wasn’t conditional, unlike hers. it was unlimited, and you were the only person who truly understood the depth of it.

7 months, a voice rang in the back of your head. that’s how many months it’d been since they were together. at first, you were sure it was a fling.

after all, it was liz. she was notorious for those, right?

but as the days had passed, you’d realized that it was not in fact a fling. it tugged your heartstrings to watch them holding hands in halls, watching the stolen kisses.

you hated it. you hated every moment of it, knowing you could do better than her. but maybe it didn’t matter. maybe it had nothing to do with that.

she might not have known his favorite color, his biggest secret, or even his favorite delmar’s order (he got the same one every time).

maybe it had to do with her looks.

how she could look flawless, without even trying. or how she managed to keep her hair in soft, perfect waves all the time. the way her skin was milky and soft, clear of any imperfections.

maybe it was just… her.

there was never a bland moment with her. liz always knew what to say, to keep a conversation going and keep the people laughing. her flirty personality was never distasteful, not to anyone. in fact, it was appealing. even to you, you admitted.

you hated her.

no, you wished you could hate her.

but she was too perfect. too pure and beautiful, and all the nice things in the world. that was why peter fell in love with her. and could you really blame him? in what right mind would he ever pick you over her?

it was funny. you had a terrible fight with him, not too long ago. really, it was only a couple of hours before.

you looked over at peter who was tapping away at his phone, smiling softly at it. you didn’t have to look at the contact’s name to see who it was.

but you looked anyways. you noticed that she made him happy in a way you never could, in a way you wished you could.

it was supposed to be a movie night. you hadn’t had one with him in some time. from saving the city to dating liz, it seemed like you weren’t a priority.

“pete?” you asked quietly, unsure of whether you should interrupt him.

he tilted his face away from the screen, but his eyes were still fixed there. “hmm?”

“are- are you not… do you not like the movie?”

“nah. it’s fine.”

“…right, yeah. but you aren’t watching it,” you added after a moment.

“oh, yeah, sorry. uno momento,” he chuckled, but you assumed it wasn’t at his own joke, but probably something his new girlfriend said. well, not so new anymore, you supposed.

yeah, no, you weren’t a priority. but best friends were supposed to communicate, right? maybe if you voiced your thoughts to him…

“peter?” well, that caught his attention. you rarely ever called him that. it was always a nickname of some sort. he clicked his phone off and set it to the side, sensing your… sadness? was it even that? it could be, to an extent. disappointment? pain?

“sorry, sorry. i’m here," he turned to the screen, "wait, what’s going on? why is he on the truck? why is the truck on fire? why is there fire?”

finally, you blurted out, “we’re best friends, right?”

“of course. why?” he was quick to respond, but it wasn’t enough.

“i- i just feel like… we don’t talk as much as we used to. or hang out, you know?”

“oh… well, we’ve kinda changed.”

“changed? i haven’t changed. have i?”

peter shrugged, “doesn’t everyone?”

“okay, i guess. but that’s not what i meant.”

he nodded at you, urging you to go on.

“you don’t hang out with me as much,” you repeated, unsure how to express yourself. “you’re always with liz now.”

“she’s my girlfriend,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

“i’m your best friend,” you frowned.

“but… but that’s different!”

“how so?”

“because she’s my girlfriend!”

“i don’t get it. i’m your best friend. isn’t that more important? you’ve known me for, like, ten years. and suddenly, you get a girlfriend and you’re too cool to hang out with me?”

“i didn’t say that,” peter said lamely.

“okay, but isn’t that what you’re insinuating?”

“i’m not insinuating anything. and is it really a big deal? we don’t need to hang out 24/7!”

“we don’t even hang out 3/7!” you argued back, not addressing the fact that it made no sense.

“i don’t know what you want me to say. why can’t you be happy for me? you know i’ve liked liz… since, like, forever,” he picked up his phone once more, unlocking it.

“you’ve known her for less than a year!”

“so?” he defended, “that doesn’t mean it’s not meant to be!”

“what? don’t tell me you think she’s the one,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“what’s it to you?”

“a lot! you’re my best friend!”

“then act like it! why are you so pissed we’re dating?”

you stared at him. what did he want you to say? didn’t he know she wasn’t good for him? that he deserved the world, that she wasn’t it for him?

“because she doesn’t even like you like that much! she’s popular and pretty, why on earth would she go for you? don’t you think there’s a reason to that?”

the look on his face told you that you’d gone too far. and you had. you were wrong, anyways. he was everything. compared to him, liz was nothing.

“what’s wrong with you? are you jealous that you don’t have a boyfriend or something? projecting your insecurities into me? gee, real good friend you are.”

you weren’t going to act like that hadn’t stung. peter knew you had problems with your insecurities, your body-image, self-love. but you deserved it, you hurt him first. you wiped away tears you didn’t even know you were crying.

sniffling, “i’m just trying to look out for you. you can do better than her. she doesn’t love you half… half as much as…”

“as who, y/n? as who?” he looked up to meet your eyes, a scoff leaving his face. the second he saw your face, he understood.

he didn’t say another word as he left, and you didn’t stop him.

you shouldn’t have told him. you ruined everything. again.

i don't wanna talk right now i just wanna watch tv

when he left, you flicked on the tv, pretending that nothing ever happened. peter parker who? you didn’t know him. and you definitely didn’t know anything about accidentally confessing your love to him.

you kind of wanted to die. this was the worst way it could have played out, and you hated yourself for it. you should have kept your mouth shut.

i'll stay in the pool and drownso i don't have to watch you leave

you had refused to make eye contact with him as he left, simply resuming the tv. when you heard him lock the door behind him, that’s when you let yourself cry. sob after sob, wracking your body. the sound of crying as survivors played in the background. an odd mix, you’d say.

i put on survivor just to watch somebody suffer maybe i should get some sleep sinking in the sofa while they all betray each other what's the point of anything?

it was nice to see people in pain, as terrible as that sounded. people that, for once, weren’t you. someone else would feel what you were feeling, but it was a different type of pain. this one was… it was more emotional.

like thousand upon thousands of tiny daggers stabbing your heart, where every breath you took felt like glass shards dragging down your throat.

what was the point of anything? you found yourself asking that question a lot since he’d left. nothing seemed right without him. but if you were being honest, it hadn’t felt right in a long time. not since liz.

without any effort at all, she’d managed to whisk him away.

away from you. the person who loved him the most.

did he know how much easier this would be, for you and him both, if peter just realized that you were the one? not her? you scoffed a hiccup at the thought.

maybe it wasn’t meant to be. maybe you weren’t enough for him.

maybe, maybe, maybe.

all these hypotheticals, and yet you didn’t know anything for sure.

all of my friends are missing again that's what happens when you fall in love you don't have the time, you leave them all behind you tell yourself it's fine, you're just in love

you went to school the next day. you did everything like you normally would. went to all your classes, stopped by your locker.

you did everything, just as usual.

except for seeing peter. wait, no, that wasn’t accurate. you did see peter. frequently, in fact. always with liz, but that was beside the point.

you didn’t talk to him.

at least before you spoke somewhat. you got to hear his voice more… but now? not a single word. you didn’t know what to do with yourself. you hated the fact that a boy was doing this to you.

a stupid boy you’ve known for ten years and loved for six.

you used to sit in front of peter and liz, along with her friends. sure, you didn’t talk to anyone, and you had to watch them stare at each other like lovesick fools, but at least you got to be near him.

at least you had the title of best friend, which was one thing she didn’t.

or she didn’t before. who knows now?

you stood in front of the lunchroom, unsure of where to sit. your only friend was peter, really. it hadn’t always been that way.

it used to be chloe, betty, and cassie. along with peter and ned, of course.

but when peter ditched you guys for liz, you found yourself trailing after him like a lost puppy. you needed to be faithful to him. he was your best friend… or he was at some point. before.

before stupid liz, and her stupid smile, and stupid hair, and stupid… stupid everything.

love was work; you’d told yourself. maybe if he saw how you’d always be there, he’d pick you instead. maybe.

but he didn’t.

he saw liz.

he only ever saw liz.

why couldn’t he see you?

why couldn’t anyone see you?

didn’t you deserve to be seen?

didn’t you deserve something?

were you really that unlovable?

maybe, you thought, maybe.

you decided you would eat in the library. so, you went all the way into the back, and sat there quietly. closing your eyes, you let your head fall back onto the wall.

you sat on the swing, hiccupping tears to yourself softly. peter was supposed to be at math bowl practice right now, leaving you all alone. not quite knowing what to do, you went to the park. it wasn’t too late, around 5 or 6, you assumed. the sun wasn’t due to set for another hour or so.

wrapping your arms around yourself, you sniffed. the park was one of new york’s treasures, because while it was a big city, not many people knew about it. considering that, you weren’t worried about anyone else hearing you.

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

you recoiled in surprise, jumping off the swing, only to see peter. hastily, you wiped your tears.

“p-peter? what are you doing here?”

“i just asked you that. aw, are you crying?” he opened his arms for you, but you just shook your head aggressively.

“no. i’m not.”

“i can see your red eyes.”

in that moment, your eleven-year-old self hated him. how dare he do you like that? but considering that he could see right through you, there was no point. reluctantly, you gave in, falling into his open arms. slowly, he brought you to the ground, not letting go of you.

“do you want to talk about it?”

“no.”

“did flash bully you again? i swear-“

“no.”

“okay, are you super duper extra sure you don’t wanna talk about it?”

“…no.”

“alright. i’m here whenever you want me to listen.”

“they fought again,” you murmured softly.

“who? your parents?” he asked, ever though he knew the answer.

“uh-huh.”

“i’m sorry.”

“’s okay. not your fault.”

peter pressed his lips together, thinking, “well, what if you moved in with us? you could sleep in the top bunk! or in mine with me…” he said, wiggling his brows.

“seriously,” you deadpanned.

“yep. may wouldn’t mind. she loves you more than me, anyways.”

“makes sense. hey-“ you cut him off with a laugh.

you wiped your tears, “thanks. for, you know, making me feel better.”

“that’s what i’m here for.”

“gah, but now i have a headache!” you whined.

he frowned, pulling away to inspect you, “where?”

“my- what? a-are you serious right now?”

“what? ohhh. oops.” he smiled at you, blushing lightly.

but it was different this time.

not his smile, but how it made you feel.

i'll try not to starve myself just because you're mad at me and i'll be in denial for at least a little while what about the plans we made?

it was hard taking care of yourself now. peter had always been the thing that kept you going, but now that you didn’t have him…

the kitchen seemed so far away. really, it was only a room down, but you didn’t have the energy to do anything. you could only imagine how you looked, red eyes, sunken cheeks. everything hollow from the loss of love.

it hurt. everything hurt. why couldn’t he just love you back?

you’d do anything to be in liz’s place. she had the whole world in the palm of her hand.

she had peter in the palm of her hand.

liz probably didn’t even realize how lucky she was. and yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hate her.

at age fifteen, you made your favorite memory of peter.

“peter?” you asked, lying in the grass beside him.

“yeah?”

“spencer broke up with me,” you sighed, but you weren’t too upset about it. you were just sad that no there was no one who loved you loved you like that, or even liked you.

that you were unlovable to the point where no one could love you.

“really? doesn’t he know what he’s missing out on?”

you chuckled, “not much.”

“are you kidding? you’re the prettiest, most amazing girl ever!”

“you’re saying that because you’re my best friend. it’s literally biased.”

“no! okay, well a bit. but it’s still true.”

“how’s it going with liz?” you asked, even though it pained you.

“meh. she still doesn’t know my name. but, hey, she waved at me in the hall yesterday.”

you scrunched up your nose, “i think she was waving at betty,” and after a moment added, “who was right behind you.”

“seriously,” peter groaned. “i waved back! that’s so embarrassing.”

it was quiet again for a bit.

“angel?” your heart jumped, even though he didn’t mean it romantically.

“hmm?”

“let’s make a deal.”

“what?”

“if we aren’t in love by… 30… then- then we can marry each other,” you didn’t tell if he was joking, so you turned to look at him.

“are you being for real?”

“’m bein’ so for real.”

“you know what,” your heart fluttered again, “sure.”

he put out his hand, and grinning, you shook it.

you were stupid to think it was ever a possibility.

now all of my friends are missing again 'cause that's what happens when you fall in love you don't have the time, you leave them all behind and you tell yourself it's fine, you're just in love

what hurt the most was that no one ever checked up on you or thought to spare a second to say hi. not any of your past friends, not even peter. it’d been almost a month since you’d told him, but he’d cut all contact. well, except betty. she’d text you occasionally, just to say hi. you didn’t respond that often anymore.

it was fine, you told yourself.

maybe this is what you deserved.

you watched them kiss in the halls, so full of joy. the opposite of yourself.

you doubted you’d ever move on from him. maybe it was a first love, last love type of thing. maybe.

hearing a buzz, you just barely turned around to pick up your phone off the bed-side table.

betty

you’ll never believe what i just heard

betty

peter said he used to be in love with you

betty

since like 6th grade to idk

betty

isn’t that crazy?

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