#obssesion

Your 8th house & the thing people become obsessed with about you

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disclaimer: the 8th house rules fascination, psychological attraction, curiosity and the parts of ourselves that people can’t quite figure out. these are observations i’ve noticed from reading charts. take what resonates and leave the rest. 🤍

❦ aries in the 8th house

people become obsessed with your confidence and directness. you say things other people are too afraid to say and do things other people only think about. i’ve noticed people with this placement often have others replaying moments where they stood up for themselves, argued passionately or showed courage. people become fascinated by your boldness and secretly wish they had some of it themselves.

❦ taurus in the 8th house

people become obsessed with your comfort and presence. there is something about you that feels safe, warm and calming. people remember your voice, your smell, your hugs or the feeling of simply sitting next to you. i’ve noticed exes and old friends with this placement often miss the sense of peace you brought into their lives.

❦ gemini in the 8th house

people become obsessed with the things you’ve said. random conversations with you stay in people’s minds for years. someone has definitely remembered a sentence you said that you completely forgot about. people also become fascinated by the fact that they never feel like they’ve fully figured you out mentally.

❦ cancer in the 8th house

people become obsessed with how emotionally safe they feel around you. they end up telling you things they didn’t plan on sharing and then later wonder why they opened up so quickly. i’ve noticed people with this placement often have others feeling emotionally attached to them long after the connection ends.

❦ leo in the 8th house

people become obsessed with the way you made them feel special. they remember compliments you gave, times you hyped them up or moments where you made them laugh. there can also be something about your confidence or self-expression that people think about for a long time afterwards.

❦ virgo in the 8th house

people become obsessed with the tiny details you notice. they remember how you remembered their coffee order, noticed when they were upset or pointed out something nobody else saw. i’ve also noticed people with this placement have others thinking “nobody has ever paid attention to me like that before.”

❦ libra in the 8th house

people become obsessed with your mannerisms and aesthetics. your style, your smile, your voice or the way you carry yourself tends to linger in people’s minds. i’ve noticed this placement often has people trying to recreate their vibe or compare other people to them.

❦ scorpio in the 8th house

this is probably one of the strongest placements for people thinking about you long after you’ve left their life. people become obsessed with understanding you. they replay conversations, wonder what you were thinking and feel like there was always more to you than you showed. you often become someone’s “what if?”

❦ sagittarius in the 8th house

people become obsessed with the way you made life feel bigger. maybe you introduced them to new ideas, encouraged them to take risks or made them laugh during difficult times. people often associate you with freedom and adventure and end up missing how alive they felt around you.

❦ capricorn in the 8th house

people become obsessed with your strength. they remember how composed you were during difficult situations or how dependable you seemed. i’ve noticed this placement often has people quietly admiring them for years because they represent stability and competence.

❦ aquarius in the 8th house

people become obsessed with the fact that you’re different. maybe it’s your humour, your opinions or one unusual thing about you that they can’t stop thinking about. there is usually something about you that doesn’t fit neatly into a category and that’s exactly what makes people fascinated.

❦ pisces in the 8th house

people become obsessed with the version of you they’ve created in their minds 😭. there can be a lot of projection here. someone has definitely assigned you a song, a season or an entire personality that you don’t even know about. people often feel like you slipped into their life like a dream and then never fully left their thoughts.

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sometimes people don’t become obsessed with our appearance. sometimes they become obsessed with a feeling, a conversation, a memory or the way we changed something inside of them.

Thanks for reading xxx

Nikki Freeman x Female!intersex!reader

Warnings: Mention of harassment (by Bear), mild violence (punching), protective themes, and suggestive/steamy ending.

The world keeps spinning because everyone obeys the rules, staying exactly where they belong. But you’d do anything for the girl you like. Anything. So what happens when you decide to cross every single line just to keep Nikki Freeman safe?

a/n: I decided to write this story specifically to make Bear pay for everything he did to Nikki. I think most of us wanted to do exactly this to him, so consider this a well deserved justice. Enjoy!

The text message from Nikki had been short, but the missing punctuation and the sheer panic vibrating through the words were enough to make your blood run entirely cold.

“can you come over please bear was here and he wouldn’t leave”

You didn’t even think. You didn't grab a jacket, you didn’t check the time. You just threw yourself into your car, your hands gripping the steering wheel so hard your knuckles turned stark white. The drive to her place was a blur of neon streetlights and a roaring, deafening silence in your chest.

When Nikki opened her front door, she looked so incredibly small. Her breathing was shallow, her bottom lip trembling, and she looked down at the floor as if she were ashamed.

“He... he just showed up,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she pulled her oversized sweater tighter around herself. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept trying to... to touch me, trying to kiss me, and when I pushed him, he just laughed. He said I was overreacting."

A dark, terrifying heat flared up beneath your skin. It wasn't just anger; it was an absolute, fierce instinct to protect the girl who held your entire heart in her hands. You gently reached out, cupping her face, forcing her to look into your eyes.

“Are you hurt?” you demanded softly, your voice tight.

“No,” she breathed, a tear finally escaping and running down her cheek. “But he’s at his garage. He said he’d come back later.”

“He won’t,” you promised, leaning down to press a firm, reassuring kiss against her forehead. “Stay inside. Lock the door. I’ll be right back.”

The neon lights of Bear’s garage flickered against the damp pavement. Inside, the space was quiet. Bear was hunched over a workbench, nervously fiddling with a small tool, his shoulders tense. He was always like this, quiet, reclusive, looking like he wouldn't hurt a fly. But beneath that timid, introverted exterior lay a sickening selfishness that made your stomach turn.

He jumped slightly when the metal door slammed open, his wide eyes darting to you. He immediately looked down at his hands, shifting uncomfortably from side to side, avoiding your gaze entirely.

“Uh... hey,” he muttered, his voice quiet, almost stuttering. “What are you doing here? I’m kind of busy...”

He was acting like he had done absolutely nothing wrong, completely trapped in his own selfish world where only his feelings mattered.

You didn’t say a word. You crossed the distance between you in a fraction of a second, the sheer adrenaline driving your fist straight into his jaw. The impact echoed loudly in the concrete space. Bear let out a sharp, pathetic gasp as the force sent him stumbling backward, crashing hard into a stack of tires.

He stayed down, clutching his face, looking up at you with wide, terrified eyes. The timid act was still there, his voice trembling as he whimpered, “What the hell? Why did you do that? I didn't even do anything..."

Hearing him play the victim only made your blood boil hotter. You lunged forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt and hauling him up just enough to slam his back against the cold side of a car hood. Your face was inches from his, your eyes burning with a cold, unforgiving rage.

“Listen to me very carefully,” you hissed, your voice dangerously low, vibrating with absolute malice. “Nikki said no. Your selfish, pathetic feelings don't change that. If you ever go near her again, if you ever say her name, or if I even see you breathing the same air as her, a bruised jaw will be the least of your problems. Do you understand me?”

Bear stared at you, utterly paralyzed. All his self-centered justification evaporated into pure, unadulterated fear. He nodded quickly, his bottom lip trembling as he shrank back against the metal.

“Good,” you spat, releasing his collar with a harsh shove that sent him sliding pathetically back onto the floor. “Keep away from her.”

When you got back to Nikki’s house, the adrenaline was slowly leaving your system, leaving your knuckles aching, slightly bruised, and hot to the touch. You knocked softly, and the door opened almost instantly.

Nikki looked down at your hands, her expressive dark brown eyes widening in instant realization. But she wasn’t scared of you. Not at all. With a soft, shaky breath, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around your neck, burying her face into your shoulder.

“You went,” she murmured against your skin, her grip tightening as if she never wanted to let you go.

“I told you I would,” you whispered back, your arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against your body. “I'd do anything for the girl I like, Nik. Anything.”

Nikki pulled back just enough to look up at you, her breathing still a little shallow, but the panic in her eyes had completely melted away, replaced by something much deeper, heavier, and darker. Her gaze flicked down to your lips before locking back onto yours. She reached down, gently taking your bruised hand in hers, tracing the reddened knuckles with her thumb before lifting it to press a soft, lingering kiss right against the aching skin.

A sudden, thick wave of heat settled in the space between you.

"Come upstairs," she whispered, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur that made your heart skip a beat. She didn't let go of your hand, instead tugging you gently toward the dark hallway. "Let me take care of those hands... and thank you properly."

You followed her up the stairs, the quiet safety of her bedroom enveloping you both as she closed the door behind you with a soft click. Nikki turned around, stepping right into your space, her hands sliding up the front of your shirt until her fingers tangled into your hair. The vulnerability from earlier was gone, replaced by a fierce, quiet hunger as she tilted her chin up.