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Juno persona chart

jupiter in the houses

what is a juno persona chart? looking into juno persona chart gives more detailed insight of how the relationship and marriage overall of you and your spouse will be like. it also describes them in a sense as well. The Greek Goddess Juno is described to rule over love and marriage and hence why the asteroid is looked into for that theme.

jupiter represents luck, it expands anything it touches and gives prosperity in that area. in the juno persona chart, jupiter signifies the luck the couple has within the marriage, what possible expansions marriage life of the couple receives and what possibly wisdom the couple takes.

reminder: this is my interpretation from observations and first hand experiences, so don't take this to heart.

**reminder no.2 that this can be used for signs as well, so for example if jupiter is in aries in 6th house, make sure to check out jupiter in 1st house also as it may resonate.

jupiter in 1st house: marriage may be full of quick decisions, not waiting around brings luck to the couple. acting right away is the way to go for this placement. the couple may find luck in cars, perhaps you always have access to transport, have access to cars, may even own lots of cars or some sort of quick transport. marriage may bring growth to developing how to cope with anger or short temper, this placement may bring expansion to have healthy coping mechanisms when it comes to short temper or raising voice. marriage may bless the individual with courage to show the real them for example showing off their real style, personality, likes and interests etc. these individuals may have a very nice and luxurious (a grand) home after marriage, exterior of home may look big and expensive so this may be an indication of having a big house after marriage. jupiter here may brings lots of movement to the individual after marriage, their life may liven up a bit and there may be lots of movement during marriage. life can be full of life, full of passion, desire and motivation so a sense of fulfilment may occur and make the individual feel alive.

spouse may have natal jupiter in aries, 1st house, fire sign or fire house.

jupiter in 2nd house: marriage may bring luck to resources, money, materialistic things and ones value. the couple may receive lots of gifts from other people, not cheap also, this placement just attracts gifts and luxury. also expect people offering you to go out for dinner or lunch after marriage, this brings expansion in areas of socialising and allowing oneself to destress and rewind. marriage can be full of relaxation, after marriage the native can have luck in having s stress free mind or a less one. jupiter here may bring growth to having patience with one another, adapting to foreign environments and finding comfort in anywhere one may go. marriage may bring luck in artistic fields related to the voice, the arts, dancing, cooking, food related and beauty related. this placement may have luck in those themes and may have a business or open up a store related to these themes.

spouse may have natal jupiter in taurus, 2nd house, earth sign or earth house.

jupiter in 3rd house: marriage may bring luck in communication, writing, expression of oneself and getting to the point. this placement bring expansion to speaking so couple much talk things out even if they are the tiniest of little misconceptions they should be sorted out rough communication. i feel like this placement also gives luck in education, so this placement go back to school, college or university after marriage or they decide to study something they have been interested in after marriage. marriage may bring this placement extreme motivation and inspiration from their partner so they may want to complete everything at once as ideas keep coming and coming. this placement may find lessons to do with trust and talking behind each others backs, also learning how to stay within each others energy levels and keeping up with each other ideas and supporting each other in that sense.

spouse may have natal jupiter in gemini, 3rd house, air sign or air house.

jupiter in 4th house: marriage may bring luck in family relations. perhaps getting closer to family through marriage, visiting family more often after marriage, spending more time with the mother especially after marriage. this is also an indication of having luck in having a family of your own, so having kids may bring more luck in that field. having a comfortable home of your own will expand your luck, being comfortable in your own home is very important for example, having every detail of the house according to the way that makes you feel warm and cosy can make a different in your growth as a person. this placement is spiritually gifted with their intuition and learning to believe in themselves. Jupiter here has a lesson to never diss oneself and always believe in your abilities after marriage. through marriage connecting with ones ancestors may bring great fortune also.

spouse may have natal jupiter in cancer, 4th house, water sign or water house.

jupiter in 5th house: the couple may have luck in children. this placement really enhances the amount of children the couple may have, so most likely people with this placement have lots of children. also the couple may find happiness and expansion with children, perhaps it helps with their mental health, their spiritual journey, their mindset and their luck in general. also this placement may find growth in their confidence may grow in confidence and have their own way. also this placement most likely will be quite well known whether its within the community, neighbouring, worldwide etc. This placement finds growth in their ego, so usually after marriage their views of life and their mindset may drrastically change for the better especially after having kids.

spouse may have natal jupiter in leo, 5th house, fire sign or fire house.

jupiter in 6th house: marriage may bring luck to health and fitness. this placement may have fortune in their health for example getting more fitter by going to gym, eating more healthy, changing unhealthy life style, changing up their routine for the better after marriage. the couple may find expansion in the field of taking care of something, perhaps taking care of each other, taking care of pets, taking care of friends, taking care of grand-parents and so forth, however, that will bring luck. jupiter here may bring lessons it terms of criticality, judgement, lack of mentality and perfectionism after marriage. jupiter here brings luck in routine, their day-to-day life may be lucky for example someone with this placement may just get opportunities when going to the store or finding a valuable item while walking a dog and so forth.

spouse may have natal jupiter in virgo, 6th house, earth sign or earth house.

jupiter in 7th house: marriage may be favourable in having good relations to each others grandparents. this placement may experience lots of luck in law situations such as legal matters related to the government and documents. the couple may never be involved in problems related to the law or always have luck in that field. marriage may bring luck to connections and relations in general, you may have more ease connecting with other people, you may get on with people more easily. this may work to this placements favour as it can expand the amount of opportunities one can receive, getting more compliments, being liked by people you thought disliked you and so forth.

spouse may have natal jupiter in libra, 7th house, air sign or air house.

jupiter in 8th house: couple may have luck in keeping secrets, what i mean by that is they keep things private very well so that comes to an advantage to them because it shocks the people around them and question things like 'since when??' or 'whatt?' that sort of vibe. this placement keeps people wondering, guessing and interested in your marriage and this placement never gives them the satisfaction. this protects the couples privacy and protects their energy also. this protects the couple from negative energy which protects their luck. this is a very powerful placement to have since this expands the spiritual bond between he couple also. strategizing goals and researching and just planning in general may bring luck to this placement for example, planning outings, shopping, researching contracts and the background of the contract before signing, researching what holiday you'll be travelling to and so forth.

spouse may have natal jupiter in scorpio, 8th house, water sign or water house.

jupiter in 9th house: this placement brings luck to those who travel abroad, living outside of the environment that they grew up in will bring growth and extreme luck. another thing is that the couple may find luck in being enthusiastic and charismatic, also making jokes and taking things with a grain of salt, not over exaggerating stuff will be favourable for this placement. also marriage may be full of discovery, always learning, always exploring. being in a good relationship with parent-in-law brings luck to the marriage so being in good terms with spouses parents may be very favourable for this placement and may bring lots of opportunities related to travel, fulfilment, study and spiritual growth. another thing with this placement is that jupiter being in its home house, this is very expanding and broadening in terms of their conscious mind, jupiter can guide the couple in marriage and incline their mental and astral growth. basically, marriage is spiritually guided by the higher energies, marriage was meant to happen in order for this placement to achieve and complete their mission of this physical realm.

spouse may have natal jupiter in sagittarius, 9th house, fire sign or fire house.

jupiter in 10th house: marriage may bring luck in image of this placement. the couple may find luck in their career, may get promotions, upgrades, bonuses, movement to higher position etc etc. jupiter here gives luck in other peoples view about you, the vast majority of people may have a different perception of you in a good way after marriage. also marriage may bring reputation to your image that expands your opportunities and respect from other people. also people may find you more serious after marriage. an honourable thing to keep in mind with this placement is that over a certain period of time, jupiter brings severe luck through hard work and determination for this placement during marriage, marriage may strengthen and jupiter offers its full expansion later in life in this marriage. this is also an indication of a very long lasting marriage, even a marriage that last until old age.

spouse may have natal jupiter in capricorn, 10th house, earth sign or earth house.

jupiter in 11th house: marriage may find luck in social gatherings, groups and outings. couple may face extreme luck on social media and technology, for example may have a successful social media platform or have extreme luck with technology, long-lasting, fast running and so forth. marriage may expand social groups also, this placement may find more accepting and understanding friends after marriage especially. may also find their true friend group after marriage. this placement may also experience growth in expressing themselves the way its most authentically true to themselves and being comfortable about it after marriage. this is also a placement that brings unplanned events and turns it into the most luckiest thing ever, this placement may find the most luck through spontaneous events, events that happen through spite for example getting calls from an old friend to go to a café the next day, that day turns out to be one of the best, or another example may be getting invited to an important event having only a short period of time of notice, when arriving at event you see people that are well known and receiving offers from them and so on.

spouse may have natal jupiter in aquarius, 11th house, air sign or air house.

jupiter in 12th house: this placement may have luck in spirituality, the couple may be spiritually guided by the universe and have luck overseas. for example when travelling pay just have the best luck ever and may feel complete when travelling long distances in general. this placement often brings luck when it comes to sleeping, for example you may be guided when in bed with your partner if that makes ant sense, like you may feel better you may sleep better and you may even dream better. marriage may bring luck in artistic areas of life for example having luck in being an artist, singer, model, teacher, poet, also tarot reader. this placement may get oversea recognition in these artistic areas. marriage may expand the mind to prioritise mindfulness in order to not fall into dangerous addiction tendencies so it is very important to find peace and a healthy coping mechanism through spirituality.

spouse may have natal jupiter in pisces, in 12th house, water sign or water house.

thanks so much for reading, have a nice day ahead!🌛⭐🌼

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alrightberries · 8 months

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sometimes it's hard to believe that your relationship with katsuki is optional and that both of you can opt out any time you want because he's always just - there.

picking you up and dropping you off from work. meeting you at a 711 every tuesday and thursday for a quick lunch when he's on break from patrol. dragging you away from a stationary store because he saw the way your eyes lit up and immediately felt a pang in his wallet because he loves you, damn it, but your career's just starting and he went pro only six months ago and finances are tight and you're laughing and saying that "i'll only take a look!" but it's not you he's worried about splurging, it's him and his urge to spoil you and give you anything you want on a silver platter.

and katsuki finds it hard to believe that your relationship is optional, too.

not when he's sending you links to his updated work calendar - yes, he's that type of person - the second he gets his monthly schedule so you could compare it to yours and find time for dates. not when he's picking up some chocolate from the grocery store on his way back from a patrol because you've been grumpier than usual and he's got a feeling your stash is almost out and you're rationing what you have left. not when he comes back from work and he already knows you're holed up in your shared bedroom, wearing his shirt with another one draped on a pillow next to you because his work schedule's charted but the reality is his shifts are unpredictable and there's no telling if he'll be back by dinner or two o'clock in the morning, and you've always slept better when he's by your side.

you've become so ingrained in his daily routine and him in yours that the thought of not coming home to you or waking up to you never once crosses his mind.

but that's fine, he thinks. there's a pretty diamond ring waiting in his winter coat pocket, tucked away in the back of the closet for when things are a little more okay, when your careers are stable, and he can finally afford to spoil you the way you deserve - and your relationship will be optional no more.

#domesticity with him has a chokehold on my mind #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #drabble

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randombush3 · 8 months

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labor omnia vincit

alexia putellas x reader

words: 7538

summary: well, it’s how you meet your wife (posh + becks style)

content warnings: a little bit of drugs and alcohol

notes: HEY HEY HEYY. this is a TRILOGY and here’s the first part. enjoy the build up x

2015. London.

You groan at the thought of singing another word. The mug set haphazardly on the ledge reserved more for instruments than crockery, half in the air after the last time you returned it to its place, is now empty. There is no hot water left to soothe your burning throat, and there is no patience remaining in your finite store.

The girls, on the other hand, seem to soldier on. A harmony is incorrect? They sing it again. The producer, a fat old man called Dave whose taste in music might rely on his taste in women, isn’t a fan of a certain beat? They are thinking of ways to change it.

Ever since your single was released two years ago, this has been your life. Or, at least, the less glamorous side of it. The other side, consisting of sold-out arenas, exclusive clubs, and a world tour that only increased your total domination over the music industry, has been paused while you and the girls slave away on the second album. Apparently, you’re being uncooperative. You would call it boredom.

“It’s four in the morning, Dave,” Anya states, jabbing out her index finger towards his Rolex, paid for with the revenue from the last single you released. It topped the charts for days. Dave glances down at the clock face with a grunt. “Look, Y/n’s already left us and gone to bed.”

“Still here,” you murmur, rather unconvincingly, from your spot on the far-too-comfortable sofa behind the mixing desk. Sprawling out even further, you wrap your legs around the third member of your group, Gio. She squeals as you pull her on top of you. “I want to go home, though.”

“Don’t we all know it,” Gio giggles. She’s had at least six cups of coffee since you arrived at the studio for the second recording session of the day – a solid nine hours ago. That was only after a break for a late lunch or early dinner (whichever your dietician preferred to call it).

“We need to finish.”

“I need to sleep,” you reply. Gio scrambles off you in time to avoid the glare you are sent by your producer. “And I’m not sleeping here again. Last time it gave me a crick in my neck and I’m fairly sure the cleaner felt me up.”

“The sexy cleaner is mine,” Anya declares, jerking you upright. Your stomach lurches with emptiness. “Otherwise, I agree. Let us fuck off home. Please, Dave.”

He looks at the three of you, bags under your eyes, making long rubbed off (or cried away, in Gio’s earlier over-emotional state). You have changed out of the outfit the paparazzi pictured you in earlier, opting for the stained, grey joggers you folded away in your Birkin. Anya and Gio snuck in so that they weren’t caught in their pyjamas.

Dave sighs.

“Tomorrow, don’t go for lunch with any of your silly boyfriends. Come here for noon, and we’ll finish when we finish. We’re getting this album done, and you can’t fire me until it’s out.”

His sense of humour is appreciated, even if his work ethic is not, and you practically bolt out of the studio, friends in tow.

Anya grabs your hand as you rush down the corridor, making your way to the exit. “No lunch with your boyfriend,” she repeats Dave’s words, mocking his gristly voice. You roll your eyes, snatching your hand away from your friend before pushing open the back door of the studio, heading towards your new BMW i8.

You have been friends with Anya Kazi and Giovanna Bartoli since the age of two, meeting them on the first day of nursery, specifically after cutting one of Gio’s ringlets off with safety scissors. Though Anya happily clapped along, she did not defend you, and so you went for her hair as well. Your teacher, hoping to quell the budding animosity, placed all three of you in time-out, where a united front was formed. It hasn’t been broken since that moment, though a few years ago, you were terrified it would be. You, with a well-concealed preference for women, however, have managed to keep your friends. They assured you that they 1) already knew and 2) could not care less.

“You don’t even like cars,” Gio scoffs at the sight of your latest purchase, your last name printed proudly on the number plate. “Was this an ‘I’m famous’ buy or did your daddy get it for you?”

“He emailed me a few recommendations,” you answer off-handedly, sliding into the driver’s seat, switching on the ignition. It growls with a mean, menacing precision, the engine’s quality known and heard. “And don’t pretend that your family doesn’t have a Roll-Royce parked in the driveway of their million-pound townhouse.”

“You are just as much from Hampstead as I am, girl.”

You roll your eyes, stifling a yawn. Anya pulls out in front of you, no doubt speeding off to avoid the boy-racers you and Gio become at this time of night.

Your flat has progressed from that of the one you shared with the girls in Princess Park two years ago. It’s nicely decorated, you like to think, with most of the work being done to it while you were touring.

The walls are hung with artwork; some your own, some not. The canvases and frames adorn every room, dictating the vibe, declaring your individuality to any visitors who choose to admire the paintings and sketches. Then, if they were to look at the shelves dotted around the space, they’d see books with matching themes to the art. Your living room has a print of Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’, blown up in a gilded frame, hanging above your green leather sofa, adding colour to the white walls, and then a bookshelf filled with navy-bound novels about whatever you fancy. You’re quite chuffed with the design, though it was really the interior designer you hired who came up with the idea.

Without a second glance to any of the intricate details of your home, you stumble your way to the bathroom, going through the motions until it is time to get into bed. It’s a big bed – one that often feels too big for just one person – but the mattress is inviting and you dive into a deep sleep head-first, knowing you will not be getting up until someone calls you tomorrow morning.

…

Barcelona, seven hours earlier.

The bar is busy, as most are in Barcelona at this time of night, and the girls are out for dinner and a post-training drink. The wine glasses have deceived them all, though, because they have been emptied and refilled a few more times than Xavi would be impressed with.

A young, budding star does not drink during the season, the alcohol drought both self-inflicted and encouraged by every coach who promises to take her far. Her eyeliner must be smudged by now, but Alexia can’t leave yet because Jenni has promised that she can stay over at her place and she needs her to take her back.

The reason for her temporary relocation is that Alexia is fed-up with her mother’s pestering, seeing as it is only one week into the season and she is already being called a workaholic. She can’t stay in that house tonight, especially when her little sister is the complete opposite: sleeping with anyone who gives her a chance and never doing anything that will help her future. Eli Segura is baffled by the lack of balance in her life – two daughters, two extremes – but she is the most concerned with her eldest, angering Alexia to no end.

Alexia is also fed-up with this conversation. It’s all the girls seem to be talking about these days, utterly consumed with this new English girl group just like the rest of the world. 2sday has completely taken over all interesting topics of discussion, and Alexia doesn’t think she can handle being asked which one of their songs she likes the most one more time.

She likes them, she guesses, but so does everyone. Todo el mundo is in love with all three members.

The girls are discussing who their favourite is.

“She’s Italian though, and that’s cool of her,” Jenni argues, putting forward her case for Bartoli as if she chose to have parents from a certain country. Alexia hums in thought, thinking of the pictures she saw from the world tour – how long her legs are, tanned and sculpted and shown off nicely by the mini-skirt she wore. “Did you know that her little sister is a model? She’s called Cristina or something. The beauty is practically in her DNA.”

“Aren’t all three of them models?” asks Marta pointedly, finger tapping the photoshoot on the magazine cover.

“Well, all three of them are sexy,” Jenni replies, remembering just how enamoured the world is with the three break-out stars. “Ale, which one is your favourite?” The magazine that had sparked this conversation is slid towards the twenty-one-year-old, and she looks at the picture on the front page: you, Gio, and Anya, all dressed in oversized suits with nothing underneath, hair slicked back and eyes piercing, ‘girl power’ brandished over the bottom of the photograph.

“Y/n L/n,” Alexia answers easily, fascinated by the sculpture of your face. She thinks you are beautiful, in a less crass way than her teammates. “And you lot sound like men with the way you talk about them.”

“Ooh, Alexia is getting all high-and-mighty,” Jenni teases. “Looks like it’s time to take the baby home.”

“She’s cranky because she’s tired and it’s past her bedtime,” adds another teammate, though Alexia is too wound up to really care who.

They all make little pouty faces at her as she finishes the last of her glass of water, the clear liquid standing out against the deep red of most of the table. Jenni rolls up the magazine and swats her shoulder with it, before handing it over to its owner and finally allowing Alexia her rest.

In silence, they sit in her car – an old Ford in need of replacing but not on the footballer’s list of things she will buy with the money they are now getting. FC Barcelona Femení has become, at last, a fully professional team, and Alexia looks ahead to the future with a hopeful dream and the knowledge that she will need to work hard if she ever wishes to become the best. Jenni has become a good friend ever since she joined the club last year, and she brings a global ambition to the friendship that she knows Alexia does not have. Jenni is from Madrid, and plays for Barcelona because she can, not because it is her club. Her team is the same as her grandfather’s, and she often expresses to Alexia her wish to play for them someday, as well as scoring in every league she possibly can. Young Alexia Putellas has never once considered stepping foot outside of Spain.

Not only that, but her father died three years ago and here, in Barcelona, is where she feels closest to him. She cannot fathom a life past the plazas and the cobbled streets of her home. And she’s glad. She’s safe here, and she needs nothing more than her team, her family, and a football at her feet. What more could she possibly want?

As she settles on Jenni’s sofa, blanket pulled over her body, head resting on a plump cushion that smells faintly of Jenni’s dog, Alexia decides to watch whatever is on TV right now. Jenni, in an attempt to learn English, has found an English news channel that seemingly reports on ‘exclusive’ celebrity news. There you are, plastered on the screen, your picture zoomed in to the point of the pixels blurring.

The woman speaking has a high-pitched and critical voice, saying words that Alexia does not hear. She stares at your picture, considering the life you have, imagining that, one day, footballers like her have the stardom of Beckham and Messi and Ibrahimovic. Though she herself does not crave that exposure, well aware of her shyness, she thinks about the future with a wistful sigh, lost in her dream as the English woman narrates what she can see, judging how you have opened your mouth to take a bite of the food, listing the brands you are wearing.

And, in her weird, exhausted haze, she sees your face. It’s probably only because you’re on the screen and she’s staring at it, but you are there as she pictures the growth of women’s football. You’re there in the stands as she plays in front of a sold-out Camp Nou, cheering and singing along to Catalan chants she knows you’d never actually know in real life. Slowly, she falls asleep, and, just before she closes her eyes, you are there: back to her, dressed in a familiar shirt. Alexia. 11. Somewhere in a far-off fantasy land, Alexia Putellas marries you that night.

…

It’s Sunday.

You drive to your parents’ house in Hampstead, only twenty minutes away from the flat you now live in, to reluctantly attend their weekly Sunday Roast. Before, it was a condition of remaining on the booking list for the annual family holiday, seeing as you had declared university was going to wait until after your gap year and then had become a popstar instead. Now that both you and your brother can afford to come anyway, the tradition is there for sentimental value. A world tour made you realise how much you love them all, even your annoying older brother.

Your parents are lawyers who met at university and found love in a city that they never moved out of, both of them doing extremely well for themselves. They raised you and your brother to ski, horse-ride, and attend prep schools and public schools, although boarding school was not quite desirable. Your dad speaks in a booming voice, received pronunciation an act used for court, slight Mancunian accent lilting his words whenever he relaxes.

“Darling!” your mum exclaims, surprised at your attendance just like she is every week. “Come on in, come on in. Daddy has the footie on, and your brother is on his way. Don’t you have songs to sing? How come you’re here?”

Ushered inside your own home, you smell the brief scent of your family before adjusting to it all and fitting right back into the chaos. There’s beef in the oven, and the roar of the crowd playing faintly from the kitchen where your dad must be preparing the potatoes. He’s proud of his potatoes.

You slip off your shoes – a new pair of Uggs – and follow your mother to the kitchen. Dad is there, doing exactly what you’d expected, hands working instinctively as his eyes focus on the TV, mouthing along with the commentary as Manchester United take on their opponent. “Sit down,” Dad says as soon as you walk in, pointing at the stools tucked into the island. “We’re not doing too badly, and today should be an easy win.”

“I know. I do watch the football without you, Daddy.”

He tuts. “Yeah, but you don’t get the same level of commentary on your own. Plus, United isn’t even what I wanted to talk to you about. I have thought of a publicity move that you should definitely make – it would really help you guys out.” You entertain his suggestion, knowing that’s what dads do, sitting back on the stool with a smirk on your face, already thinking of an interesting way to tell him he is being stupid. “So, what I was thinking was that you guys do a half-time show! You love football, and the girls love footballers – what isn’t to like? Plus, I bet any club would jump at the chance to make some money from extra tickets sold just to see you.”

“And you haven’t already contacted our manager?” you check, finding your father to be quite unpredictable and rash. His ego is also far too inflated by clients who don’t see him for the kind but bumbling fool he truly is, and so he often takes it upon himself to put forward any ideas he has to your management team, much to everyone’s inconvenience (the last thing they need, amongst sorting out photos of you snogging girls and your friends in various compromising positions, is an old man telling them what he thinks will boost your image). “It’s a good idea, I must admit. I’ll bring it up.”

“Good stuff.” There’s a clang of metal as the potatoes go in the oven too, and the fridge opens with a pop as your dad begins to fish out the carrots and parsnips to complete your meal, Your mother is responsible for everything else. “Try to get it at Barcelona or Real Madrid,” he says off-handedly. “Imagine singing in the Nou Camp. That’d be crazy.”

“Not the appearance I dreamt of when I was little, but I’d still get to touch the grass,” you agree.

“Y/n, we knew you’d never be a footballer. You haven’t got the coordination for that.” They tried to support you, they really did, but then music lessons took over and the sport became a form of entertainment, not exercise. “Women’s football is really something, though. In twenty years, it’ll be good. Maybe you should invest.”

“I know zero women’s footballers, apart from – what’s her name? Kelly Smith. The English one?”

“The Arsenal player, yeah. It’s a shame we don’t have a proper women’s team.”

“Should I fund one?” you joke, but his face lights up and he has taken you seriously. “Okay, I know we’ve been successful thus far, but we haven’t raked in that much. Who knows! It could all go to shit and I could end up right where I started, in my childhood bedroom with no degree and no choice but to mooch off my parents.”

“I get the sense that you’re slightly stressed about this album,” Dad says slowly, smiling wide, proud to have worked you out. He has always been good at that; knowing what you are feeling. It is a wonderful trait for him to have, seeing as your mother struggles with emotional connection of any kind. She is too much of a corporate big-shot for that, anyway.

“It’s killing me.” You sigh, slumping on the stool. “It’ll be released and then we’ll hop on tour and I’m so tired. Anya has a crush and Gio’s dating someone and now all of our songs are about love and I just… I don’t know about that. I don’t know if I will ever know about that.”

And, though he hesitates, Dad walks around the island and places a hand on your shoulder, telling you that you will find the right man someday.

Deep down, he knows that the daughter who loved to watch football and never once commented on their hairstyles or pretty faces – the girl whose crushes on members of boy bands always seemed half-hearted and forced – is not a daughter who is going to bring home a man one day, with a smile on her face and a ring on her finger. He knows. It is quite possible that he has always known. Whether he is going to bring it up before you feel comfortable to talk about it is a different matter, especially since your mother has dreams of her daughter’s husband that she has whispered to him ever since they found out their second child was a girl.

Sunday is pretty routine, which you are grateful for. Your brother, also a lawyer, discusses his latest case, resembling the stories your father used to tell at the dining table: stories you’d both yawn at when you were younger. You dish out a few industry secrets, recounting your most recent trip to Cirque Le Soir. With disdain, your mother berates you for any possible drug-usage, scolding you for something you have not admitted to but somehow knowing that you are guilty of it anyway. It feels much like the family dinners of your teenage years, but you suppose that pop stars never really have to grow up and decide that it isn’t all bad. After all, you drive home in a very stylish car.

Then, the week starts with another gruelling, waste-of-time day at the studio, where you go inside before the sun comes up and emerge long after it has set. Dave is decently pleased with the vocals so far. There are another seven tracks to go, but most of those are being written by other people. Mark Ronson, you’ve heard, is open to working with your group. It’s all very exciting, even if you feel like you have run a marathon by the end of the day.

On Tuesday, you remember to tell your manager and publicist (she’s a woman of many talents) about your father’s idea. At first, her reluctance is extremely evident, but it later dissipates once she thinks about it, having promised you and the now-excited girls to see what she can do.

You are on a private plane to Barcelona before you can realise what is happening.

Bags packed with more make-up and spangled underwear than proper clothes, and sunglasses shielding your hungover eyes courtesy of last night’s consoling of a newly-single Giovanna Bartoli, you try your best not to vomit while in the air and even squeeze in a spot of light reading. The girls laugh (wincing at the sound) when they see you revisiting the Aeneid. You like Virgil, though, so you don’t mind.

“How many days are we here again?” Anya asks, equally hungover.

“Three,” replies your manager, not bothering to look up from her laptop. “Today, tomorrow, and the day after. Please check if the players are married before you do anything with them.”

“I’ve sworn off men,” mumbles Gio miserably. She stretches her legs out with a sniffle, and then draws them back in to protect her broken heart. “If I’d get off with any woman, I’d like her to be Spanish.” She clears her throat, the lump of tears disappearing as she retrieves her GCSE-level Español, giving it a shot. If not to be serious than to at least piss you off. “Hola. ¿Cómo estás? ¿Quieres dormir conmigo?”

“What? And then you’re going to shove your tongue down her throat?” Gio looks at you with a smirk. “That is not how you kiss a woman.”

“Hey, you can’t keep them all to yourself!”

You laugh, though your manager’s attention has been caught and she is already showing her disapproval. “It would be better that I did if that’s how you think it works.”

“None of you are kissing women.”

“That’s not fair,” Anya protests, upset that she didn’t even get to join in the conversation before it got shut down as swiftly as a rowdy houseparty in an American teen-movie.

“I agree. That’s not fair on Y/n, who actually needs to kiss a woman so her knickers aren’t in a twist all the time.”

“I’ll twist your knickers in a minute,” you threaten, fist raised to Gio in good humour.

“See what I mean? She needs to let off some steam.”

“Well, do it discreetly if you must. Do your shows, go out with the players, and bring whoever into your bed as long as they have tight lips and no vendetta against you. Gio, we’re going to have to say something about him ch–”

You gulp, not wanting your friend to cry again. “Wow, the view is really nice,” you interrupt, catching Anya’s appreciative nod in the corner of your eye as you splay your palm on the glass of the aircraft’s window, marvelling at Barcelona’s plazas and cobbled streets. Imagine this being your home, you think to yourself.

…

Jenni is squawking when Alexia makes her way into the circle of players during their drinks break. Alexia knows her friend is excited to go to the men’s game later on today, but she hadn’t realised it is to this extent until she gets grabbed by the forward and shaken as though she is a snowglobe.

“I got the golden ticket,” Jenni shouts in her ear, making their teammates around them laugh. “Me, you, and Mario are going to the match tonight!”

“I already knew that?” They don’t really get free tickets, but they can be heavily discounted. Tonight isn’t a super big deal, though Alexia may stand corrected. “Was I not supposed to know that?”

“Of course she doesn’t know,” Mariona says, squirting some of her water at the midfielder. She recoils from the droplets, but they land on her training top anyway, and Alexia is already pissed off with the entire world. “Alexia, do you seriously live under a football-shaped rock?”

Alexia takes a moment to brush off the teasing, picturing the bursting trophy cabinet that is almost within her grasp. “Yes, and it is very homely.”

“Madre mía, you are one of a kind,” Jenni says with a sigh, movements less aggressive as she drapes an arm around Alexia’s shoulders. “Guess who’s singing at half-time tonight. You’re going to drool so much that the people below us will think it’s raining.”

At this, Alexia knows exactly who Jenni is talking about, and she blushes though it could easily be mistaken for redness from exercising.

“I just think she’s pretty,” comes Alexia’s slightly defensive reply. They walk to the middle of the training pitch, rejoining the team as Xavi explains a confusing drill. Neither really listen.

“Is this your first celebrity crush?” Mariona jibes, overhearing the conversation and finding it necessary to join in. Any excuse to poke fun at the baby of the team.

Jenni ruffles Alexia’s hair, ruining her neat ponytail. “Alexia’s in love with a straight girl,” she sings.

It’s then that the whole team chooses to get involved, ears perking up at the mention of Alexia’s lovelife – a more or less forbidden topic. Their captain, Marta Unzué, even chimes in with a ‘we’ve all been there’. Like a stroppy teenager, Alexia folds her arms over her chest and turns to focus entirely on football, something that she knows she loves and loves her back. They leave her alone for the rest of the training session.

She even manages to forget about what comes after the first forty-five minutes of the match, sitting comfortably in a stadium that is her version of heaven.

You, on the other hand, cannot distance yourself from the nerves of performing in no less than ten minutes.

The players were nice when you accompanied Anya to speak to them, and they spent a good while fumbling their way through English to invite you all to join them tonight at Pacha. You took photos with Messi and Neymar to show your father.

The outfit, if you can call it that, is tight and could possibly show your entire bum to eight-five thousand Culers tonight if you’re not careful. Silver eyeshadow glistens in the mirror when you peer at your reflection, inspecting the bejewelled bralette and tiny shorts you are wearing.

Anya and Gio, who both look dazzling in their own silver combinations, tell you that it is time to get your microphones sorted. When you stand in the tunnel, ready to go out, you see that they have laid out a sheet on top of the grass so your heels don’t ruin it. Part of you wishes that you were in a football strip and boots. The music starts before you can get too reminiscent.

You sing with the same adrenaline you always get, and the crowd becomes a blur in your mind as you lose yourself to the melody. The bass hits your heart just like the lyrics do – especially since this song was written by Anya about her last boyfriend – and you hold back tears as the choreography leads your limbs in an energetic dance that must be entertaining to watch.

When it finishes, and your chest is rising and falling quickly as you try to catch your breath, Alexia thinks you almost catch her gaping at you. Your eyes seem to be scanning the stands. Maybe you see her.

Maybe that is why you, in your big, black hoodie and paparazzi-proof baseball cap are sitting in the stands of Estadi Johan Cruyff the very next day.

Alexia does not point you out to her teammates. You make it clear to all who recognise you that you are trying to be incognito, and either the fans at the stadium have no knowledge of popular culture, or they are granting you your privacy.

She is now the entertainer, shining under the spotlight of the bright sun, a ball at her feet like that is where all balls were made to be. And you watch carefully – she can feel it – but you do not stay long enough for her to even think about approaching you.

…

2016. Somewhere in the sky between LA and New York.

This time round, the tour has confirmed your hatred for all plane journeys, hotels, and sold-out concerts.

You’re dead on the inside, numb to the glitter and sparkles of your life, and your eyes are always halfway to being sealed shut in the deepest slumber humanly possible.

There are a few things that ease the disdain you have for your career, but none of those compare to the channel you have found that streams Barcelona Femení’s football matches. Your excuse, made to no one other than yourself, is that Manchester United has no women’s team. Of course you’d watch them instead, if you could.

“This is peak lesbianism,” Gio comments, her fifth time saying the exact same thing, prodding a napping Anya to alert her to your boredom-killer on the flight. You’re glad these planes have wi-fi. “We’re in America, which has all the women’s football in the world, and you still choose to watch your crappy little stream on your cracked iPad.”

“If you hadn’t decided to jump out at me, the screen would be just fine,” you grumble, transfixed on the way Alexia Putellas dribbles with the ball, turning and passing to Jennifer Hermoso who slots the ball right into the bottom-right corner of the net. The pitch looks damaged, and you really have researched how you can help out the sport, but it is hard to dispute anything the girls say about your crush on an unknown squad member when everyone knows you could get your football fix from the Premier League.

You’re yet to tell anyone that you have just bought this season’s Barcelona shirt. You’re not sure if you’d be invited on the family ski trip if your father were to find out.

“Sorry, sorry,” replies Gio, hands raised in the air, a gesture of surrender. In hindsight, your response was clipped. “Didn’t mean to distract you from such an important task. When will you tell us who it is that you fancy? We’ve been waiting for you to come to us, but, fuck me, you’ve got tight lips.”

“And, before you say it – we’re not nosy. We just care. And we find it cute.”

“And…”

“What?” you practically grunt, biting your tongue as a hefty challenge sends Alexia Putellas face-first onto the patchy grass. It makes your heart jump.

“Well, it’s not like she won’t want you, so make your move.”

“Just like you made your move on Justin Bieber?” She winces. “We did warn you, babe.”

“It’s alright,” Anya comforts with a small smile, though you are well aware of how funny she also found the situation. Being in LA, as a celebrity, is always an interesting experience. In Gio’s defence, she did not know about a certain model standing right behind her, and you are fairly sure she had run off to do lines with someone or other earlier. “But, yeah, seriously. Y/n, do you want us to guess?”

“Go on. Guess.” You smirk, because they’ll never–

Anya’s hand flaps as she puts her privately-educated memory to good use. “What’s-her-face?” she squeals, hand slapping down on her thigh as the name eludes her, the flapping resuming once she remembers. “Alexia Putellas!”

You rip your eyes from your cracked screen, widened in horror. “How did you know?” you ask, voice a whisper as you swallow your shock.

“You talk about her all the time. ‘Ooh, she’s the future’ this, ‘watch her grow’ that. Just talk to her. She’ll fancy you back.”

“She’s not a celebrity. Normal people don’t slide into people’s DMs like we do, and I have no clue whether or not she can speak English,” you reason, having said the same thing to yourself every time your finger hovers on that feature of Instagram. “And I don’t like her? You saw me kissing–”

“God, drop it. You know she kisses anyone with a mouth, and you also know that you’re lying your arse off. Whoever this footballer is, just talk to her. If anything, it’ll be good for you to spend time with someone who isn’t going to drag you right into their own closet.”

“Closets in LA can be very big,” you say with a sigh, having already received a lecture about the damage-control your publicist always seems to be doing. You don’t really think it’s ‘damage’ if a photo of you enjoying yourself with someone, but your publicity team deems any picture of you with a woman one to be locked away in some encrypted file and never released in the papers.

…

You: Hola! Congratulations on the win. :)

You cringe so hard, but you send it anyway, your friends leaning over either shoulder as they egg you on, wishing your closet gobbled you whole and spat you out somewhere further away than Narnia.

Alexia, in Barcelona, groans at the sound of her phone buzzing, wondering who on Earth is texting her this late.

And she drops the device on her face when she sees what the notification is.

Because it really does not make sense, and she is not used to the idea that women’s footballers could one day fraternise with celebrities like you without feeling out of place. (And she’s had a crush on you for about two years and you’re texting her at midnight to congratulate her.)

You, on the other hand, are gripping onto your phone with trembling hands, holding on for dear life. Anya, who claims her C in A-level Spanish was unjust and incorrect, is brainstorming your next message, adamant that you’ll seem cooler if you display some knowledge of her mother tongue. You don’t tell her that, of course, Alexia’s first language would have been Catalan, because you don’t want it to be obvious that you have done a little bit (a lot) of research.

Gio tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear for you – a comforting gesture. “Hey,” she says kindly, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

She tries.

She fails.

You have compiled a list within a millisecond. “I don’t know,” you start, but, oh, you do. “She could screenshot the conversation and leak it to Twitter? Or she’s not a lesbian and she is disgusted that I am? She could have a girlfriend? She could think my account’s been hacked and report me and everything’ll be deleted? Or all of the above?!”

The chat is still open on your phone, but you can’t see past your tidal wave of anxiety.

“I think you’re just nervous.” Understatement of the century.

Before you can make a snide remark saying exactly that but to Anya’s face, your message is no longer the only one present.

“She replied!” you shout, volume a concoction of fear and excitement and a thousand emotions in between.

Alexia: Gracias por ver :)

“Thanks for watching,” Anya translates.

You exhale. “Okay. Done. No more.” You ignore both of their facepalms with the sort of blissful ignorance you’re sure only delusional people possess, but it is better to have a healthy heart rate than to understand the lyrics to whatever ballad the two of them have in the works.

…

“Kiss her.”

“What?”

“Just kidding,” Jenni giggles, winking at Alexia and stealing her glass of something-not-too-strong.

The team has been invited to a party with the men’s team, all because their favourite girl group is back in town and are treating the club like a pit-stop on their way to Madrid for the European-leg of their tour. The album has been in the top ten worldwide ever since it was released.

Alexia looks good tonight, as said by Jenni who thought her wardrobe consisted solely of football strips and Barcelona merchandise, and she revels in her little secret. Your little secret. She hasn’t told anyone that you messaged her two months ago, even if the conversation ended with her response.

Which is why Jenni is set on teasing Alexia about her non-existent chance with you, especially when you have spent your entire night on the other side of the reception room, deep in conversation with Neymar Jr., who is not shameful about his appreciation for the plunging neckline of your tight dress. He has a girlfriend, but Alexia has seen enough tabloid headlines to know that most famous people don’t care.

Your glass is always full, though that is your own doing. Something about the way a pair of hazel eyes have been watching you from the minute you walked in makes the air around you feel heavier than it should, and alcohol helps to dull your fluster.

Anya and Gio have circled back a few times, adding to their persuasion each lap. When you see Gio heading your way, a small smile playing on her lips as someone or other trails behind, you excuse yourself from your conversation with your personal hero (who, sadly, would be able to describe your boobs but not your face if he were asked) and clasp your fingers around her forearm, pulling the two of you even further from a certain women’s footballer on the other side of the room.

“She’s staring,” says Gio in a low voice, leaning in to speak into your ear. “She’s staring at you like she wants to eat you.”

“I’d let her,” you reply, lips loosened from the champagne you’ve been drinking. “She is beautiful.”

“She is still staring.”

You decide to be bold. You stare back, and Alexia is trapped, frozen to the spot. “She is so beautiful.”

“Now you’re both staring.”

“I’m going to talk to her.”

“You should,” she encourages, slurring. The blur might come from your distraction, your drunkenness, or her own intoxication. You don’t care.

Absently, you nod. “Yeah.”

She presses her fingertips between your shoulder blades, cold hands making you shiver. “Go. You got this.”

“Yeah.”

She pushes you away from her, in Alexia’s direction. Your feet carry you on what feels like an inevitable path.

And you… walk right past her, out of the door, and into the warm air of the evening to have a smoke instead.

Behind you, Gio lets out a silent scream, turning right around and giving up on your happiness because what more can she do? And Alexia, who is confused about what just happened and bored of this event anyway, is glad to be given an excuse to leave.

Except, you are blocking her exit, cigarette pressed to your lips as you inhale the smoke like it is a lifeline. She frowns, lips a tight line of disappointment, really. “¿Tú fumas?” she asks, though she knows both the answer and of your incompetence when it comes to her language.

You let your eyes meet hers, and Alexia shivers, though she tells herself it is only because it’s November. “Hola,” you reply.

For some reason, Alexia is drawn in. She steps closer to you, and you don’t have anywhere to go, backed against the wall you are leaning on. You’re drunk, and the cigarette has burned down to a stub of orange and black. She’s also drunk – less so than you – and she has nothing to lose right now. She is no one, in her mind, and you are far from prudish.

She decides, once she is barely ten centimetres away from you, that your dress is provocative, but it only adds to your existing beauty. You push your chest out, standing up straighter.

The dance is very still, and very silent, but you can imagine what it feels like to kiss her and you know that she is thinking the same thing.

“You can, if you want to,” you whisper, hoping she understands.

Luckily, she does.

Alexia fumbles her way through the first tentative second, shocked that this is what she is doing, but she finds her footing and relaxes into the taste of champagne and cigarette smoke, the heat of your body sparking a fire within her. You pull her closer, pressing her body into yours, and you are now consumed by desperation. The kiss grows messier, and Alexia’s hands begin to roam, mind lost in a haze of desire. She is explorative but she is gentle, and you gasp into her mouth as her tongue pushes past your lips and a hand settles on the curve of your bum, the other cupping your jaw.

Briefly, she wonders how many girls you have done this with. You seem experienced. The thought, while a little disturbing, sort of spurs her on, feeding into her competitive nature. This will be unforgettable for her regardless of the outcome because it’s an interesting story to tell, but what about you? Are you even aware of what you’re doing? Are you straight? No, you can’t be. You messaged her, so you started this. She is only… finishing it?

You sense her distraction, pulling back with a blink and a deep intake of fresh air. She tries to move back, afraid of what comes next, but you don’t let her go, clutching onto the hardened muscles of her arms to hold her in place, ready to kiss her again.

The moment is spoilt by a voice – an English voice – and the theft of your attention. Your eyes, previously hooded and dark, widen as they flit towards the door behind her, terribly upset that your friends have developed the worst timing known to man. Gio shouts again, telling you that it’s time to go. You have to get to Madrid, and the pilot would be incredibly annoyed to hear that the flight was delayed because you were too caught up in snogging a girl you may or may not fancy.

“We really need to go!” Anya repeats, growing impatient with you as you debate giving up your entire music career. “Like, it is insane how badly you need to get your arse over here to say your goodbyes and then jump in the taxi to the airport with us.”

“Can it just–”

“No!” they both shout in unison.

You sigh, looking at Alexia, the proximity prodding at a feeling low in your stomach. She doesn’t squirm under the intensity of your gaze, instead sporting a lazy, blissfully ignorant grin. And you’re about to break her little heart.

“I have to go,” you say softly, forehead resting on her shoulder as you mumble your words out. You have a duty to your job, or, as Virgil puts it: labor omnia vincit. Work conquers all.

“You have to…?” she tries.

“Go.”

“Tiene que irse,” Anya translates, reminding you of her presence (and her much better comprehension of Spanish). “Ahora.”

“Ah.” Alexia’s hand cups the back of your neck as you raise your head, and she kisses you, though the kiss is short.

You pat your body down with a sudden haste, wandering past your alcohol-clouded thoughts to remember the location of your ticket, reaching down to grab your clutch from where you’d dropped it on the floor while having a smoke. It pops open as Alexia watches your movements, and you retrieve a pen and a scrunched up ticket (you have no idea why that’s in there, but you are grateful that it is).

“Here.” You hand her the ticket, pressing it into the palm of her hand and then sealing your goodbye with a quick peck to her lips.

Then, you are gone, running off at an impressive speed in those heels, chasing your friends into the building.

She pauses herself in time for a moment, drawing back her grasp on reality as her thoughts still and she breathes in your lingering perfume. And then she blinks – blinks her way back into midnight in Barcelona.

She opens her palm to see what your gift was, unfolding the piece of paper with an overwhelming curiosity that almost rips it at the edges.

A boarding pass from London Stansted to Barcelona-El Prat Airport, decorated in fresh, black ink.

Scrawled on top of the flight details is something much more valuable than the entrance into First Class the paper allows.

Eleven digits.

Twenty-two-year-old Alexia Putellas, the catalyst for change in women’s football as the world knows it, suddenly sees her future set right out in front of her. Because there you are.

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso #woso fanfics #barca femeni #fc barcelona

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 28 days

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WIBTA for breaking up with my boyfriend because he likes my body?

TW for ED but please hear me out:

My bf (30m) and I (28f) have been together for a little over 5 years. When we got together I had an extremely stressful and physically demanding job. Shortly after our relationship started I relapsed with an eating disorder that had been a problem since prepubescence; I started restricting heavily at age 11 and had struggled with it on/off since then.

After quitting that terrible job and regaining some agency in my life, I spent a couple of years really focused on recovery. Without giving specific numbers (cause triggering) I'll say that I was extremely underweight to an unhealthy level for at least a year and experienced severe health complications because of it. I nearly died from heart problems and had a big wakeup call that caused me to change my whole life. I've done the work of recovery without medical help (history of omission with doctors) but have had support from my bf, and am currently at the highest weight of my life.

at a recent checkup my Dr talked a lot about "healthy lifestyle" and mentioned my weight gain over the past couple of years. I'm still within the "normal" range for my height and build, but the after visit summary/chart notes denoted risk of becoming overweight. Idk if my Dr would have brought it up if my history of ED was in my chart, (and I did switch primary care practices a few years ago, so they weren't treating me at my thinnest) but it still shook me a bit and I will admit to feeling very triggered.

The job I moved to is quite sedentary compared to the previous terrible one - I wfh, and very rarely have to be on my feet or do strenuous activity. In addition, I have chronic pain issues that make exercise difficult, and so historically have just restricted to maintain/lose weight because it's easier for me physically to just be hungry than to work out. I didn't want to go down that road again though because of how intense and scary it got last time.

My bf is a personal trainer and specializes in working with low ability clients and people recovering from long illness/injury. When I told him that I wanted to start exercising more often and get a good cardio routine going, he was really excited and started immediately putting together an "action plan" (what he calls it w his clients idk) for me. Then he mentioned how I'd need to add on a bunch of meal supplements and snacks to avoid losing weight and I got upset.

We're a plant-based (vegan) household and live with a roommate (bf's friend) so mostly eat/cook communal dinners and have various breakfast & lunch plans on hand, so we already eat pretty healthy and make sure to have a good balance of macro/micro in the meal plan. My intent was to eat the same but increase my activity level to get out of the danger zone without restricting. I don't generally snack and rarely eat dessert, just the 3 squares.

I told my bf that I needed to lose weight and be more active according to my doctor, and that I wasn't comfortable with having protein supplements, smoothies, and snacks in addition to regular meals because that would defeat the purpose. He got really sad and said that he likes the way my body is now, and while he supports being more active, he doesn't want the size of me to change. His exact words at some point were "you look so good now, I love the amount of you that there is and I like the way you jiggle." It kind of made me feel sick and wonder if he has like a secret size fetish or something?

So I've been thinking of breaking things off with him and moving in with a friend or back in with my parents, but idk if this is actually a red flag or just the disorder talking? He did help me a lot with recovery but if he's going to keep me from being healthy or wants me to gain even more weight then maybe it's better to leave - would this be an asshole move? I honestly don't know.

#aita #am i the asshole #eating disorder cw

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mizusnose · 5 months

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Could you possibly write some headcanons for what you think a relationship with Mizu would be like in Modern!AU? (xreader)

so this is actually gonna be a part of a separate drabble that includes doctor!mizu, but i’ll use that as a template for this headcannon response bc the brainrot is too strong..

SFW

ofc mizu would be the typical nice to you and only you lover. this usually manifests in the way she talks to you, looks at you, and of course touches you.

she’s shy. most people take her glares and silence at face value and can’t understand how your relationship works.

even in med school where you both met, mizu is cutthroat and so smart. she’s intimidating and beautiful, and the first time you talked to her it was in a surgery. Her hands bloody and eyes focused.

she gives you her own pens when you lose your own on morning rounds. lets you wear her shirts and sweaters and sweats after showers and sex.

mizu works out in the mornings you do yoga. you do core workouts together and mizu always gets competitive when planks are involved. “the one who stays up longer has to cook dinner tonight” sort of vibe.

speaking of cooking, mizu cant. for shit. she relies heavily on takeout, or snacks, or protein bars. buys packs and packs of cliff bars and protein shakes and downs those on her short lunch breaks.

makes sure you eat though. sneaks vitamins into your coat pockets, the gummies because she knows you can’t swallow pills.

the relationship is professional in the hospital, but when you’re assigned on the same case, she makes sure to let you explain, talk to the patient, and take charge in the surgery room. mizu takes on charting, prescriptions, the quote unquote boring stuff she’d usually dump on an intern.

you’re both goal-oriented and driven. so whenever a new paper comes out, she sends you the pubmed link instantly and you both discuss it over dinner. mizu explains how she can use the research for her own paper.

on date nights, mizu dresses up and you’re mesmerized yet again by how beautiful she is. her golden chains she usually wears beneath her scrubs glow lightly in the nice sushi place she takes you.

she’s always reaching for you. across the table at dinner, on the couch relaxing, in the streets walking home. her palm is always wide and warm.

mizu is messy. you’ve actually had multiple fights over it. she doesn’t clean her toothpaste from the sink, shoves off her clothes into a pile in their room, leaves her side of the bed undone.

however, she’s extremely OCD at work. her desk, desktop, and calendar are neat and pretty. she teases you and your unorganized google calendar.

likes to show off her strength and wrestles you often. pins you down on the couch and kisses you soft and tender despite her constant weight above you.

loves loves LOVES to cuddle. i’m talking “babe come here i’m cold~~” sorta thing. gets extremely and genuinely upset in the summer times when you push her off you in favor of being cool.

is obsessed with you. has you as her wallpaper, her desktop photo, your name on her cell and pager is gorgeous.

answers your calls with a “hey you” and ends with an “i love you, see you tonight.”

is very skilled with her fingers (wink wink). in surgery, she’s the quickest and gets upset at the interns when they take too long.

kisses your forehead in the mornings. tells you a story at night when you can’t fall asleep. kisses you sweet and soft before you separate in the mornings.

i love doctor!mizu 😔

#blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #doctor!mizu #mizu x fem!reader #doctor!reader #hospital setting #headcanons

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astrologyobservationsss · 10 months

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Random Observations

#3 natal chart

These observations are my personal research and viewpoint. Always love sharing with u… it’s been a while

SUN DISPOSITION OVER THE HOUSES

PLUTO DOMINANT/ASPECTS/8H PLANETS

CAPRICORN WOMEN

SUN IN TAURUS

🐚 SUN DISPOSITION OVER THE HOUSES Maybe you already acknowledged this one. The sun is displayed over the chart depending on where the sun was. In other words, your sun will be over or under the horizon—the AC/DC axis—depending on the hour you where born. Around 6AM to 18PM from the 7 to the 12H. And around 18PM to 6AM from 1 to 6H. The time will vary according to the year season. This can be useful to make a mental image of the chart just by knowing the time of birth

🐚 PLUTO DOMINANT/ASPECTS/8H PLANETS Intimacy issues. From my observations I can say that in SOME cases, it can be expressed as having serious issues with intimacy. There is some kind of blockage. Difficulty opening up. And that can vary between being emotionally closed and sexually closed. Can be something unconscious—hidden—so there it comes the lack of control. Control. Something that Pluto is addicted to. With Pluto comes the phobia, fear or trauma. But as I said, this is something subconscious so there’s a solution that can be found in yourself. These aspects could be compared with the pandora box, in which you don't want to open up about it or just with few ppl

🐚 CAPRICORN WOMEN Business Woman vibes. You can notice from far when a woman has capri in her personal planets. I noticed that Capricorn Ascendant is different. The aura that they present is looking older, serious or more responsable, these are those girls that from a young age have to grow up. For example, one of my friends have this ascendant and when she was just 6 she knew about Santa Claus… she couldn’t enjoy that childhood fantasy, she had and still have to take care of her younger sister, as if she was the mother… With the Sun you give the vibe of a leader and it looks like you have everything figured out, even if you are a mess. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, restrain, responsibility, and rules the 10 House, work and public image. The influence of this energy makes you independent and craves recognition. But don’t misinterpret recognition as a Leonine trait to be seen but more as to achieve a duty. The curious thing is that the planet that holds this sign can give us a clue about the craving to be recognised

SUN ego or your father

MOON emocional fulfilment/need, your mother

MERCURY intellectual recognition

VENUS to achieve your desires, beauty, love

MARS self-assertion or you take action for recognition

long explanation i was inspired :)

🐚 SUN IN TAURUS eating is SACRED. These are the ones to have breakfast, lunch and dinner the first. I mean, they don’t like eating at crazy schedules. They are like babies that need 8 hours sleep and eating at x time. In general earth signs like Virgo and Capricorn are like this, but in my experience Taurus stands out. I have to say that this can be applied in other areas as going to the gym or as I said going to sleep every night at 9/10pm

Hope you liked it ;) love hearing from you and your perspectives so feel free to txt me down here xx

#taurus #astrology #astrology observations #natal astrology #natal chart #pluto #8 house #random observations #synastry #sun #sun in capricorn #capricorn #venus in capricorn #mars in capricorn #mercury in capricorn #moon in capricorn #sun in taurus #sun in virgo

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 5 months

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𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1K

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: Think about it. Write about it. Have hard thoughts. Do not take it seriously. None of this information is confirmed and all theoretical. If you want to read more, I have further analysis in my 'Lee Know As Your Late Bloomer Bf' post.

ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅᴏʟᴏɢʏ: Traditional Astrology & Whole Sign

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ:

Rising is in Gemini (Suspected)

Scorpio Sun (6th House)

Sagittarius Moon (7th House)

Scorpio Mercury (6th House)

Scorpio Venus (6th House)

Virgo Mars (4th House)

ꜰᴜᴄᴋʙᴏɪ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ:

3/10

Lee Know's fuckboi radar is a strong medium energy because his Sagittarius Moon makes him naturally impulsive and prone to boredom but his Scorpio stellium indicates he values a deep soul to soul connection.

So while he can detach sex and feelings, casual/one night stands wouldn't satisfy him and he's more likely to enter into FWB/situationships.

He also forms attachment easily, although you wouldn't know it because he can mask very...VERY well.

His Virgo Mars in 4th House also makes him pedantic with hygiene, he COULD...could view anonymous/casual encounters as 'dirty' or 'unclean' and have concern about infection and/or disease.

(No..I'm not personally judging hook-up culture but I included this because Virgo/6th House rules over health and wellness so they prioritise sexual hygiene more so than other Mars Signs.)

And there's loads of evidence with the SKZ episodes of Lee Know valuing cleanliness and tidiness so I'm certain that would transfer to sex and foreplay.

ʀᴇᴅ & ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ꜰʟᴀɢꜱ:

Red:

His Scorpio Mercury gives him a wicked tongue and his Sagittarius Moon means he has no impulse control which =

PETTINESS!!!

His Mercury rulership indicates he's thoroughly observant, analytical and has a great memory, the type to remember little details about something that happened 11 months ago.

He's learnt your sore spots, your insecurities and your anxieties and he might just use them against you in moments of conflict.

Inherently stubborn so wouldn't be the type to apologise after an argument but would make you a meal, buy you something, run you a bath as a way of calling truce.

He probably has an avoidant-attachment style and is the type to 'freeze' or ice you out if he's annoyed or irritated...could even go as far as giving the 'silent treatment' as a way of asserting control.

When Lee Know has been recorded feeling hurt, upset or frustrated he becomes really quiet and his posture shifts into a more defensive stance...this is really evident in the infamous SKZ Room episode where Chris says 'you don't care about me' and you can literally SEE his entire body change at that remark.

Green:

Honesty is a strong value and trait of Lee Know so outside of conflict...you would never feel like he's hiding something from you or second-guessing his actions...what you see is what you get with Lee Know- even to a fault.

A good example of this was Lee Know's ending-ment and he says 'I have been having a lot of thoughts and I'm organising my feelings' (which is so Mercury coded to rationalise your feelings by 'organising' them).

Routine, stability and consistency are HUGE traits and values that Lee Know will contribute to the relationship and this is reaffirmed countless of times with his Bubble messages.

He always sends you a 'morning' message and asks if you've eaten lunch or dinner every day, he's consistent at going live on YouTube every Saturday and he's endlessly sending through photos of food and his cats on Bubble which means Lee Know is not a man prone to 'flakiness'- it's all or nothing for Lee Know and he will stick with you through to the end.

And this is not even natal chart based, this is just my opinion- there is something about Lee Know's personality that is incredibly wholesome for a man his age...in his spare time he likes night-time walks and plays with his cats which to me is someone who enjoys the little things in life and a lavish and excessive lifestyle is not a priority for him.

He's not shallow and therefore he's not going to give you a shallow relationship.

ɪᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴛʏᴘᴇ…ɪꜰ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ

Lee Know's sexual orientation is unknown so I don't know if he's into women but if he is...these are the physical and personality traits he would find attractive.

Physical Traits

(Focus on his Libra 5th House, Scorpio Venus and Virgo Mars)

Has to smell nice because Virgo & Scorpio are sensory motivated and would SIMP over a person with a signature scent...probably would like a floral and clean, fresh smell.

Scorpio's go for other Scorpio's so his ideal type probably would have Scorpio placements (Sun,Rising or Venus) and have a dark feminine aesthetic but still kinda coquetteish with the Libra influence.

Someone who has the duality of looking sexy in a black, skimpy dress with stiletto heels but also looks cute wearing an oversized t-shirt with no make-up and a messy bun.

Definitely a waist,arse and thighs kind of man is totally the type to get hot and heavy if you wear a sundress.

Personality Traits

A tsundere to the absolute max, you cannot get more tsundere than Lee Know so his partner has to be okay with his 'quiet love' style of showing affection and care.

Intelligence is a strong turn-on for Lee Know so his partner has to be smart and worldly, would be attracted to someone who has a degree or a type of tertiary education.

Lee Know was accepted into university for computer programming prior to graduating high school so he could find people with careers in STEM, engineering, environment, sociology etc quite alluring and attractive.

Preferable love languages to be acts of service, gifts and quality time...words of affirmation and physical touch are not a strong suit of his.

ᴅᴏᴍ, ꜱᴜʙ ᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ?

Lee Know is a switch with a heavy dominant preference and would prefer to be dominant 80% of the time.

I think even if he was in a more submissive mood...it would be more 'I'm yours and you can do whatever you want' energy rather than a complete release of control.

6th House Stellium= service/pleasure dom preference

Lee Know in-person has a very gentle and stoic presence (I've seen him live) and that would transfer to the bedroom so a SOFT DOM and much more soft and tender than the aggressively harsh sadistic dom persona Stays give him.

Whilst Lee Know can and likes being 'rough' in the bedroom, there is a difference in being rough and painful versus rough passionate.

Lee Know wouldn't be into the rough and painful 'you're just a hole for me to fuck' degrading type of sex.

Lee Know would be into the rough and passionate 'how many times can we go before we fall unconscious' type of sex.

There's a difference.

ᴋ!ɴᴋꜱ...ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

Olfactophilia

The scent kink is WILDIN with this man and would be addicted by your natural scent and smell. Scorpio placements are primal in general and is the type to lick the sweat when making love and for his cock to ache as he inhales the sweet scent of your panties.

I can't get enough of your sweet pussy kitten, could bury my face here all day.

Would smell your shirt after wearing it at the gym as he doing laundry because you're his favourite fragrance.

If Lee Know didn't see you for a few days, he would spray your perfume on his clothes and wear your scented body lotion because the smell carries the very essence of who you are, who he loves, who he yearns for.

Clothed Sex

Buttons ripped, stockings torn, skirt tattered at the seam, smeared lipstick, heels on, the desperation and the need to fuck you so badly that he doesn't have the patience to take your clothes off.

That would drive Lee Know insane with desire.

Bend over kitten...fuck your legs look so good in these heels...I can't wait, need to feel how tight you are now.

Bonus points if you allow him to take photos of your ruined state afterwards.

Also...

You being naked whilst Lee Know is entirely clothed and the power imbalance and the DOMINANCE he would feel in that moment of you just being so submissive and vulnerable and trusting under his hands and body...

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sadtonight · 2 years

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"Let me take care of you!"

Summary: you are caring, patient and warm towards a specific boy from Savanaclaw. It's hard not to appreciates it, especially when he happens to have a crush on you;

Characters: Savanaclaw;

Warnings: none, reader is gender neutral, pre-established romantic relationships;

Side notes: I looove Savanaclaw boys because there is like, three of them, which means less work and they are kemonomimi! If you are wondering why I haven't used the word "motherly" is because it doesn't sit right with me....I figured this work would take faster to make due to sudden burst of inspiration so here. Enjoy!

Leona

— was convinced that you were just another weak herbivore that wanted to butter him up and get some benefits from the second born prince when you insistently greeted him each time you saw him;

— fine, if that's the game you are playing, Leona is also in. It's not because he just happened to be observing you for a while and saw your kindness shine through while you engaged with others. He found himself annoyed that you gave away so much time to bunch of nobodies until one day, you waved your hand at him as he was passing through the botanical garden;

— from that point on, Leona let himself be spoilt by the attention, but always reminded you of your position, which was 'just one of his unofficial servants'. Like your habit of leaving your jackets, coats and such on his sleeping form whenever he was resting was stupid, he told you as much;

— however, he would, without a fall, toss your belongings back, usually clean of any dust or leaves. Although, some articles of clothes were not returned for some reason, to which Leona chided you for leaving your stuff unattended and said that he wasn't responsible for your things. In truth, the ones that smelled strong of your soap, washing powder or some sort of perfume were tangled in blankets and covers on his bed;

— one of beastman's pet peeves was you following Ruggie's example and giving him veggies along with meat. Gosh, it was definitely a set-up: hyaena boy served greens while everyone was having a meal in the Savanaclaw dorm and you put vegetables on his tray during lunches at the college building. Leona is chewing on them in your presence but the moment you're out he is hastily getting up and leaving the plate behind;

— one of his favourite things is undoubtedly you brushing his hair. At first, when you asked to comb it he gave a hard no. That is at first, after giving it a thought, male threwn the brush into your hands and told you to get this over with;

— you were so tender with his locks, gently running through them with utmost care, that it soothed Leona so much so he had actually fallen asleep while sitting. Congratulations! Now it's officially your duty to brush his hair because he is not touching it anymore. You both don't mind though, things like moving the loose stands out of his face brings you two delight, despite the snickers behind your backs.

Ruggie

— you passed each other on the college grounds numerous times, though you both had your respective works to take care off. The difference being that Ruggie was having odd jobs and you were helping someone out;

— that's when your paths crossed: in the evening, at the kitchen. The hyaena beastman was scavenging the room for any leftovers and you were cooking some meal for a sick friend. Upon seeing that you had some unused ingredients, he made an ambiguous comment on them getting thrown away being a waste, half-heartedly hoping that you would give ingredients to him;

— what Ruggie didn't expect was you offering to make a separate dinner for him and before he knew, it was served on a plate. Tastiness was off the charts, the male even licked off clean the plate and utensils. Testing his luck, he offhandedly mentioned that it was a real shame he got to eat only one portion, to which you promised to treat him more in the future. Ruggie's heart skipped a beat after those words;

— your kindness extended to helping him out with Leona's tasks, from finding discount detergents to cleaning Savanaclaw dorm leader's room. This time spending resulted in a bonding moments where hyaena would take breaks with you and voice his complaints, knowing well that you could get what he meant;

— it was first time you patted him: Ruggie just finished telling about his rough day, full of labour and annoyances, when suddenly he felt a hand run through his hair, sympathetic cooes leaving your mouth. It kinda scared him and so he scooted away but regretted it later while thinking about the incident at night;

— beastman tried to hint that he actually doesn't really mind getting petted, ya know? Thankfully, you continued doing this gentle gesture. Ruggie loved just plopping onto your chest and feeling you fingers scratch his scalp and ears after exhausting days. He specifically stated to save money to buy hair care products so his hair would be nicer to touch;

— overall, the initial suspicions were cleared and Ruggie remembered how great it feels to be taken care of, just like his grandma would do. But for some reason, this was different kind of warmness, it was incredibly addictive and contagious, making hyaena boy return the affection in his own, little ways.

Jack

— it was impossible to pinpoint exactly when all those mushy, fuzzy, warm feeling begun overtaking Jack wherever he got to meet with you. Your unshakable decency and goodness of the heart made him admire you and feel protective over you, since he was afraid that some scummy people could take advantage of you or cause you distress;

— the gesture itself was rather sweet so you gradually started hanging out with the beastman more, thus sharing your care for him. You often wondered how Jack's days were, what he struggled with in his daily life or studies and what he would want to talk about;

— rarely did wolf male got to speak about himself so much with anyone, preferring to keep things to himself, finding it better to deal with his baggage on his own. But he couldn't deny that once seeing how attentively you listened, he stopped trying to hide his excitement for talking about his passion and hobbies;

— after allowing you to breach his verbal boundaries, Jack didn't mind you breaching physical ones. When you fixed his buttons, collars and straightened his clothes you low-key reminded him of Vil, except you smiled more and added nice, small comments that never failed to make an effect on him. Unless you called him a pretty boy, that's when his brain would short circuit;

— wolf beastman's guilty pleasure was when you massaged his arms, shoulders and back after he had finished the Spelldrive practice or club activities. Before that you would pass him fresh cold water and towels, even though he couldn't stand how some of his fellow dormmates, or clubmates for that matter, would playfully ask if you are together already. So please, just meet Jack somewhere secluded;

— after he had taken a shower and dried himself up you would sit him still on the chair and get to work. He always worries if your hands are not tired and says that he can live without your massages just fine, which was a complete lie;

— cast a look at his tail and ears and you will understand his true feelings: white ears perked and big fluffy tail wiggling like crazy. It was incredibly humiliating at first, Jack going as far as to holding his tail in place because it accidentally kept hitting you. With time he realized that hiding his positive feelings around you was harder and harder thus he stopped doing so, feeling more cozy in your presence from that point on.

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #jack howl x reader

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jellysquiddles · 2 months

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I KNOW IVE BEEN ANNOYING ABOUT X-MEN LATELY BUT MY GOD THE CUNTRESS LEVELS ARE OFF THE CHARTS!!!! SHES SERVING US BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER!!!!!

#oversharing with jelly #x men 97

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Blackmail | Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Enji x Reader

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 - 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞) 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

Kinktober masterlist.

This fic is basically just pure self-indulgence I can’t lie🥵💕

Summary: Your relationship with Bakugou has been tumultuous since he left U.A, working himself into the ground. Spending every waking hour trying to prove himself to his boss Endeavor for a chance of making it in the official hero rankings and making a name for himself. But you decide to talk to his boss directly to try and help Bakugou achieve his dreams, and Endeavor is more than willing to help- on one condition.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Enji x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof-read, dub-con (reader consents but is heavily coerced), semi-public sex, dirty talk, manipulation, blackmail, hinted age gap, blowjob, cunnilingus, rimming(f!receiving), creampie, threesome, kinda sloppy seconds? or maybe cuckolding idk, multiple orgasms. If I’m missing something lemme know!

Word Count: 6.5k.

Bakugou had filled out a lot since his school days. Now 20, in the prime of his life and ready to take the next step in his career as he pushed himself to excel like his old schoolmates, trying to get his boss Endeavor to give him a position as a true Pro-Hero so he could work towards his own agency. The Hero License was a heavy weight in his pocket as he continued as a sidekick beneath the experienced Pro. He just needed to show everyone that he could do it, that he was good enough. He’d been interning here for over a year since leaving U.A., watching all his old classmates begin to reach the top 50 as they became Pro-Heroes from sidekick's under their respective agencies. Even Kaminari had managed to slip into position 47 as a sidekick for Kamui Wood’s agency and was already talking to reporters about the hopes of teaming up with some of his old friends to try and open their own agency.

It was difficult for Bakugou to watch all his friends excelling in their careers, debuting at varying positions in the hero rankings and climbing the chart with ease. The first time newly christened Pro-Hero Deku was eligible to rank he made it into the top ten with ease, and while Bakugou tried to hide his emotions over the position, you could tell that he was disappointed.

But Endeavor was a harsh boss, even though he’d mellowed out in his older years he still demanded perfection. And from Bakugou he expected it, pushing him far harder than any of his other interns. The man often came home so lethargic from work that he collapsed straight into your shared bed without eating, still in his hero costume as you noticed his gauntlets beside the front door.

You didn’t want to admit that it was having an impact on your relationship with Bakugou, but it was. Heaving a sigh as you placed his uneaten dinner into a bento box, hoping that he would remember to take it with him the next morning for lunch at the office. You began to wonder whether he was even taking a lunch break anymore, or simply working through it in order to prove himself.

You despised Endeavor for what he was doing to your boyfriend, working him into the ground to try and prove himself when it was clear that he was more than capable. He was far stronger than the majority of heroes in the rankings right now, as a sidekick he would have no problem breaking the top 20, possibly even 10 if he was given the right missions- the right exposure. So imagine what he would be capable of if only Endeavor would give him the chance, the opportunity to prove himself.

You knew it killed him to see Deku placed at number 9 while he couldn’t even be considered for a top 50 position, the feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt prevalent inside him as he wouldn’t even touch you anymore. Believing to himself that if he wasn’t good enough as a Hero, there was no way he was good enough for you. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been intimate together, aside from the soft kisses he’d place on your forehead before he left in the early hours for work. Thinking that he was quiet so he wouldn’t wake you, but you watched him leave every day. Knowing how much he despised mornings, and yet he was never late to the agency.

You had to do something before you watched your boyfriend kill himself trying to achieve his goals, running himself into the ground to try and prove himself to Endeavor. He was more than deserving of the role of sidekick, but it was his dream to become a Pro-Hero, and you were determined to get Endeavor to give it to him.

The next morning you picked a pencil skirt and blouse from your closet, pairing it with a pair of simple black heels as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You wanted to look like you meant business as you stepped inside Endeavor's office, you wanted to be taken seriously as you dabbed your lips with a shade of red lipstick. Sighing as you looked towards the counter to see Bakugou’s lunch forgotten on the surface as you dropped the tube of lipstick into your handbag, beginning to make your way towards the centre of the city. Nerves flowed through your veins as you tried to calm your racing heart, standing in the fancy elevator the closer you got to Endeavors floor, the harder your heart seemed to pound against your ribcage. Even as the number one Pro-Hero, the man struck fear in anyone that challenged him.

Knocking softly, even though his secretary had told you that you could go in as you stepped into his office, lingering by the door as you watched him hover over a stack of paperwork on his desk. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat at the tip of his nose as he almost bulged out of the black dress shirt he was wearing, the buttons straining beneath the strong muscles of his upper body. He sat back in his chair when he heard the door open, slipping his glasses off as he tossed them to the side. His intense gaze was now completely focused on you, and it felt like he was staring through you.

“If you’re here to ask me to give Dynamight some time off, you should know what you’re getting into when you court a Pro-Hero.”

“It’s not that,” You murmured softly, still lingering by the door.

“Come, take a seat.” He splayed a palm out to invite you into his office. Closing the door behind you as you made your way into the office, sitting down in front of Endeavor as you avoided eye contact.

“So what do I owe the pleasure?” He leaned back in his chair as his eyes roamed your body.

“I want you to promote Katsu- Bakugou from a sidekick to a Pro-Hero.” You spoke slowly, afraid of jumbling your words, “Your Pro-Hero.”

“He’s not quite ready yet,” Endeavor shook his head, moving through some of the paperwork on his desk as he signed the bottom of one of the pages, “Maybe a few more years.”

“He’s more than ready, his old classmates are already climbing the rankings. You’re keeping him behind.” You murmured, “Even Shouto has made it into the chart.”

“He managed position 13 with his first entry,” Endeavor scoffed, as though it wasn’t good enough, “If he had continued training with me he would’ve made it directly into the top 10.”

“Bakugou can make it into the top 10 easily.” Your eyes pleaded with the hulking brute of a man, “Please.”

“He’ll make the top 5 when he’s ready, maybe even top 3 if I retire,” He replied smugly, “And I’m preparing him.”

“For what? You’re working him like a dog when you know he’d easily hit the top 20, maybe even 10!” You felt the anger begin to rise in your body as you stood from your seat, “He’s going to end up killing himself before he even makes it to position 50.”

“He knew what he was getting into when he chose to intern beneath me. He knew this would be more of a challenge than the likes of Best Jeanists agency, he said he wanted to work with the best and that’s why he is here.”

“Because he thought you’d give him a chance-”

“And I have,” Endeavor leaned back in his chair as he shrugged his shoulders, “He’s interning beneath me, isn’t he?”

“But he deserves to be a Pro-Hero.” You pleaded, “Please.”

“I have over 30 sidekicks here,” Endeavor disregarded your plea, “Do you think they’re all in the top 50?”

“Well, no-” You began, knowing that with some of Bakugou’s old school friends already sliding into the top 50 and kicking it with some of the older Pro-Heroes. “But at the very least Bakugou deserves the chance to be.”

“Maybe,” Endeavor threaded his fingers together as he placed the index ones against his lips, deep in thought.

Shuffling as you sat forward in your seat as you believed he was actually considering your idea, “We can come to some kind of arrangement.”

“Like what?” You murmured.

“You want to help Bakugou achieve his goals, it’s very admirable.” Endeavor continued, “But I can’t just make him a Pro-Hero, it wouldn’t be fair. Especially when some have been here far longer-”

You were about to shout back that he’d done more work than necessary to prove himself, that he deserved the position, he’d earned it.

“So maybe if you were to show me how much he deserved the promotion, I could make it happen.” He continued, his intense gaze focused on you.

“Show you how?”

“Oh, there are ways.” He pushed his chair back from his desk, his thick thighs spread wide as he looked over the oak surface at you, “You can show me how much you think Bakugou deserves the position.”

The realisation dawned on you of what Endeavor was asking of you, your stomach swirling with apprehension as you stood on the other side of the desk. This isn’t what you’d expected when you’d come into his agency this morning, wondering whether you should have told your boyfriend about your plans to speak to his boss. Bakugou would’ve never allowed it though, you couldn’t tell him. But you weren’t sure you could do this for him, nervous energy continued to tremble through you as you tried to remember to breathe.

“I do this, and he becomes a Pro-Hero?” You mumbled.

“That easy.” He smiled back, one of his thighs bouncing slightly as you tried to steady your racing heart.

“Okay,” You took a deep breath as you tried to relax your tense muscles, thinking about how happy your boyfriend would be to finally be competing with the rest of his classmates, proving himself to the world and experiencing his dream. And this was far better than him killing himself trying to prove himself to the man in front of you, to prove his worth.

Endeavor motioned with one of his hands to come around the desk, your legs felt like jelly as you were certain you would fall face first in front of him. Coming to a stop between his thick thighs as you shivered nervously, even seated he dominated the room. A powerful aura surrounded him that made you feel meek and timid in front of him, almost like you were being scolded by a position of authority.

“No need to act so shy,” Endeavor’s hands moved to your waist, his warm hands squeezing the fat of your hips as you swallowed thickly, “There’s clearly a reason you came sauntering into my office wearing this outfit, you thought it would help you hold the upper hand no?”

“I wasn’t—” You stuttered. You hadn’t even thought about that when you’d picked your outfit this morning, you were trying to pick something that made you look like you meant business. So that he would take you seriously-

“I don’t think you realise who you’re trying to seduce, little girl.” He scoffed.

“No, I swear that wasn’t why I came today—” You tried to argue, but he swiftly cut you off.

“Oh, so you don’t want him to succeed?” Endeavor smirked.

“No, I do- that’s why I’m here.” You felt your heart ache in your chest at the thought of this plan going sour, you’d worked up so much confidence to come here to plead Bakugou’s case and it was going south fast.

“He needs someone who will be there and support him, not bring him down.” Endeavor shook his head.

“I don’t.” You almost whined.

“This has been his dream ever since he was a small child, has it not?”

“Yeah, it has.” You replied solemnly.

“So help him.” Endeavor’s hands moved down to your thighs, following the curve of your body as he stroked along the fabric of your pencil skirt. There was a slight pull to his touch as he tried to motion to you to move lower, taking the hint as you slowly dropped to your knees. The new position made him appear even larger than before as you felt minuscule in front of him, “Help him achieve his dreams.”

You lingered on the floor as you shuffled your knees to try and get comfortable against the hardwood floor, trying to ignore the ache against your skin as you eyed the evident bulge between Endeavor’s thighs. You weren’t sure if he was hard or if this was how large he normally was, the thought causing your stomach to lurch as you tried to fathom his size hard if this was him soft.

“What are you waiting for?” Endeavor groaned, sitting back in his chair as he looked down at his crotch expectantly as you reached out with shaky hands.

Your fingers struggled with the elaborate buckle of his belt, trying to thread the leather through the loop as he scoffed at your attempt. Taking pity on you as his hands joined your own, unbuckling the belt as he left it looped open through his slacks. You moved to unbutton the fabric, the palms of your hands brushing against his prominent bulge as you found him hard and throbbing beneath the material. Your jaw clenched hard as you pulled the zipper down, revealing his expensive underwear beneath.

Endeavor decided to take pity on you once more as he shifted his hips against his chair as he pulled his slacks and underwear down to free his aching cock. The sheer size of him almost knocked the wind from your lungs, absolutely terrified when you saw the sheer size of him. The heavy weight of him had his cock curving downwards, pre sticking to the engorged head as it glistened beneath the bright lights of his office. Following the curve of him as thick veins bulge against his length, a trimmed bush of red hair sat at the base and his balls looked huge.

“Bigger than your boyfriend?” He smirked, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you can take it.”

One of his large palms moved to the back of your head, moving you towards him as your cheek brushed against the leaking tip of his cock, smearing his pre against your skin. Your hand wrapped around the meat of his cock to hold him steady as Endeavor groaned deep inside his chest, tentatively licking your glossed lips as you took the tip of him inside your mouth. The palm he kept on the back of your head pushed you down further, taking you by surprise as you felt the swollen tip of him hit the back of your throat. Tears gathered in your lash line as you fought the urge to gag, spluttering around him as he let out a loud groan.

“Fuck,” He snarled as his fingers tightened against your scalp, not giving you the chance to move back as he kept you grounded on his cock. Tears clinging to your mascara’d lashes as you tried to remember to breathe through your nose, your hands moving to his thick thighs as he finally allowed you up for air.

Drool connected him to your lips as you pulled back, spluttering as you inhaled air back into your lungs. His cock was slick with your spit and his pre as he guided you back towards him as he scoffed, “You can do better than that if you really want him in the top 50,”

You sniffed as you leaned forward, taking more of him inside your mouth as you began to set a soft pace. Bobbing your head along his length as your tongue followed the thick vein along the underside of his cock. Gaining more confidence as your hand reached down to stroke the parts of him you couldn’t fit inside your mouth as he leaned back in his chair, watching you through half-lidded eyes as you worked his cock.

“That’s better,” He grunted, watching as the tears began to trickle down your cheeks as you gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat again, “You’ve got such a pretty mouth when it’s put to good use.”

Closing your eyes as you tried to push back the tears that blurred your vision as you rolled your wrist around the bottom of his cock, your jaw beginning to ache as you tried your best to get him off as quickly as possible. Each bob of your head had your tongue swirling around his head as the tip of it pressed against his drooling slit, causing him to grunt as he leaned into the movement. Hips jerked forward as you felt him catch the back of your throat as you gagged again, this time showing no mercy as he held you down on his cock. Feeling the way your throat constricted around him as he leaned his head back against the headrest of his chair.

“Fuck,” He snarled, “Going to let me cum inside that pretty mouth too?”

You ignored his question, not that you could answer if you’d wanted to from the way he held you down on his cock. Knowing that it may as well have been rhetorical as he kept abusing your mouth, his cock throbbing as he neared his release. Drool spilt down your chin as he fucked up into you, chasing his own high as he finally let go.

His warm seed spilt into your waiting mouth, burning your throat as you could do nothing but swallow as he stroked your head almost tenderly.

“That’s it, good fucking girl.” He groaned, “Swallow it all.”

He watched as you milked his cock, tasting him on your tongue as he finally let go of the back of your head. Allowing you to move back as your throat felt hoarse, trying to soothe the ache as you swallowed thickly.

“Show me,” Endeavor murmured as he held your jaw, watching as you slowly opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out as you showed him your empty mouth.

“Good girl,” He slipped his thumb between your lips as he pressed down on your tongue, his cock already throbbing again as it stood at half mast. Your bright lipstick leaving rings near the base of him, an indication of just how deep you were able to take him inside your mouth.

He loved the way you were still so eager and willing to please had the powerful dominance inside him simmering to the surface as he decided that he would see how far he could push you, how far you were willing to go for your boyfriend.

“Are we done?” You whispered, your voice hoarse as you felt your knees ache against the hardwood floor, shuffling to try and ease the tension as they throbbed.

“You didn’t think I would make him a Pro-Hero just from you sucking my cock, did you?”

“Oh you did, sweet girl.” His voice oozed feigned sympathy as he stroked the back of your head as he brushed his thumb against your lips, “It’s going to take a lot more than that.”

He picked you up from the ground as though you weighed nothing, sitting you on the edge of his desk with a small smile as he towered over you. His fingers were surprisingly delicate as they brushed along your collarbones, pressing down against your sternum so he could feel the heavy thrum of your heart through your ribcage.

“Did you wear this pretty outfit for me?” He murmured, fingers slowly unbuttoning the top buttons on your blouse as the material began to loosen around your chest, revealing the lacy bra that sat beneath, encasing your round breasts as he noticed your darkened areolas beneath the sheer fabric.

“You are so beautiful,” He hummed, letting your blouse fall down your arms as he languidly pulled at the straps of your bra, watching intently as your breasts spilt out of the cups and fell naturally.

His softening cock began to harden at the sight of you, a large palm reaching out to mould your breast, calloused fingers pinching at your nipple as he watched it harden to a stiff peak against his ministrations. Massaging the soft skin as his hands continued lower, splayed out against your chest as he met the hem of your pencil skirt.

“He’s lucky to have someone so eager to support him through everything,” Endeavor murmured as his warm breath fanned your face.

You shuddered as you felt his hands move lower, sliding along your calves as he began to push your pencil skirt higher, letting the material bunch around your waist as he caught sight of the pretty, lacy lingerie you wore beneath.

“Did you wear your prettiest panties for me?”

You’d worn them with the idea that this plan would work, and that Bakugou would get to see these cute panties when he returned home later that night.

Endeavor dragged the garment down your thighs, letting the fabric sit around one of your ankles.

“Fuck,” He groaned at the sight of you, “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

The massive brute of a man fell to his knees in front of you, even in this position he still towered over the desk as he wrapped his arms around the plush of your thighs. Pulling your ass to the edge of the wood as he brought himself face first to your warm cunt. Leaning forward as he let his nose muzzle the top of your mound, shamelessly breathing in the intoxicating scent of you as he placed your thighs over his broad shoulders.

Your body jolted as you felt his tongue lick a long swipe along your slit, bullying his way between your folds as your thighs involuntarily squeezed around his head. The sensation was so intense as your body tried to move away from the sensation, feeling a throb between your thighs.

“Has he ever touched you here?” Endeavor grinned as he pressed a single finger against your tight rim, feeling it flutter beneath his touch as you struggled to reply.

You had a happy sex life with Bakugou, he never once left you unsatisfied. But there were many things you were yet to experience with him, things you could experiment together but finding the time to try was difficult when he was working himself into the ground trying to prove himself to the world.

“You’d like it, I promise.” He chuckled as he pressed harder against your tight asshole, watching you rut against him before he moved away, “But maybe another time.”

His tongue delved between your folds as he prodded your tight heat, feeling your slick oozing out of you. His actions were rough but calculated, experience evident in his precise movements. Knowing exactly where to touch you that would have you writhing beneath him, coming undone.

“Fuck,” He snarled, his brows furrowed as he tasted the sweetness of you on his tongue. Focusing his ministrations against your clit as he plunged two thick fingers inside your tight entrance, the sudden intrusion had you bucking your hips against him. Your lips parted in a squeak as he pumped them in and out of your wet heat roughly.

“So wet, is this from sucking my cock?” He smirked against your sex, closing his lips around your clit as he began to suck it hard as you struggled to reply.

Your body betrayed you as he continued to stretch you out around his fingers as he worked you towards your climax. Experienced digits were constant against the spongy spot inside you as you continued writhing against him, his tongue lashing against your puffy clit as you felt yourself soaring towards your climax hard and fast.

“That’s it,” Endeavor hummed against your sex, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as he helped you ride out your orgasm. Your chest heaving as he pressed a lingering kiss against your clit before slowly pulling away from you, slipping his fingers into his mouth to clean the taste of you off him as he groaned.

Standing with your thighs still on his shoulders he made you fall onto your back on the desk, squealing as he towered over you. His entire body almost curled over you as you felt his cock nudging your slit, fresh pre drooling against your skin as he wrapped himself in a fist. Moving his tip through your folds as he coated himself in your slick, catching himself against your entrance as he watched you writhe beneath him.

“You look so pretty like this,” Endeavor whispered as he repeated the movement, tapping his tip against your clit as he smirked at the sharp intake of breath you made as he moved back to your entrance. This time pushing the blunt head of his cock inside your tight heat, feeling your walls begin to throb around him as he gave slow, shallow thrusts to help you adjust to his size.

“You think you can take it?” He smirked down at you as he felt your walls squeezing his cock, barely inside you as you felt a dull ebb of pain surge through you at the stretch.

“Yes,” You gasped, your body trembling as he began to rock his hips forward. Slipping more of himself inside your slick walls as you tried to breathe deeply to ignore the splitting sensation coursing through you.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, starting a rough pace as he begins fucking himself into your pliant body. Your moans spur him on as he watches the way your tits bounce with each harsh movement.

You felt as though you were being ripped in two, the sensation inexplicable as your hands reached up to curl around his forearms, holding tightly as your nails dug into him, leaving red welts against his skin as he pounded into you.

“Such a tight, perfect cunt.” He snarled, each word enunciated with a sharp thrust of his hips.

You knew you wouldn’t last long, completely pent up as you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been intimate with Bakugou, your body desperate for release. His body caged you in against his desk as he towered over you, the creek of the desk against the floor a sheer indication of the power of his thrusts as he sought his release.

“You’re close, I can feel you clamping down around me.” He grunted, pulling back so he could see his cock disappearing inside your tight heat. The length of him so deep inside you that you were certain you could feel him in your throat, a tightness continuing to build inside you as you felt yourself swirling on the edge of your release, “Are you going to cum?”

“I’m— oh shit, oh my god.” You cry out as you feel your climax wash over you, your walls throbbing around Endeavor’s cock as he follows you into your bliss. Giving a few more sharp ruts of his hips as he spilt his seed inside you with a grunt. His hands were tight against your hips as you felt a warmth spreading inside you, painting your walls white with his release.

“Fuck,” He sighed, lingering inside your warmth as he enjoyed the way your walls continued to clench around him, “Dynamight is lucky getting to come home to this every night.”

“When you let him,” You scoffed bitterly, knowing that Bakugou was spending more and more time at the agency trying to prove himself to his boss.

“It’s good to want someone with ambition.” Endeavor ignored the sarcastic tone of your voice, “You can share in his success.”

You whined as Endeavor pulled out of your wet heat, looking down at the gape his thick cock had created as he gave your clit a final tap with the underside of his cock.

“Let’s call him into the office, tell him the good news.” You blanched at the thought, worried about what Bakugou would think when he saw you in such a precarious position inside his boss’ office.

Endeavor picked the phone up on his desk, speaking directly to his secretary as he summoned Dynamight into his office. Your chest felt tight as he left you sitting on the edge of the hardwood in such a precarious position as you waited for Bakugou to step inside the room. Endeavor pushed his hard cock back inside his slacks as he buttoned them, fixing his belt as there was a knock at the door.

“Ah, there he is.” Endeavor smirked, “My new Pro-Hero.”

“Pro– what?” Bakugou stopped mid-sentence as his eyes immediately snapped away from you to look at his boss’ face, wondering if he’d heard him correctly.

“I’ll have you on file by morning, with your track record as my sidekick you should be in the top 10 at least.” Endeavor nodded at him pridefully.

“What’s going on?” He muttered hoarsely.

“She’s doing a nice thing for you Bakugou” Endeavor continued, “Don’t you want to say thank you?”

You could tell there was a mixture of him trying to contain his excitement over achieving everything he was working towards and seeing you sitting like this on top of his boss’ desk, your breasts spilling out of your skirt and your panties around your ankles.

Bakugou stepped closer, moving around the desk to cup your face as he stared directly into your eyes. As though he was seeing whether you were really okay. You could see the tent in his pants at the sight of you, trying to hide how his body reacted to the sight of you.

“She tastes so good. No wonder you keep her around” Endeavor smirked, “And these perfect tits.”

You arched your back as Endeavor pinched your nipples from behind you, a salacious moan leaving your lips as your cunt throbbed.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned at the sight of you, moving one of his hands down to palm himself through his pants.

“She was willing to do this for you, to get you into the spot.” Endeavor continued, “Such a dutiful girlfriend.”

You could feel Endeavor’s cum beginning to seep out of your warm cunt as it trickled down the curve of your ass, trying to squeeze your legs together to prevent it but his palm was strong against your thigh.

“Don’t you want to thank her?” He smirked.

Bakugou’s warm palm cupped your cheek, feeling you lean into his touch as he checked for any signs of discomfort. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation as he pressed a soft, sweet kiss against your lips. Uncaring that your lipstick was now ruined and across your cheeks from your previous activities.

“Thank you,” He rasped as he leaned his forehead against yours, his hand slipping down to the back of your neck as he stepped between your thighs. Standing as though you were the only two in the room as you felt his other hand move to your hip.

“She deserves a bit more than that, don’t you think?” Endeavor piped up from behind you, “She mentioned to me that you’ve been neglecting her trying to prove yourself to me.”

“I didn��t say it like that-” You stuttered nervously, not wanting Bakugou to think you weren’t supportive of him.

“She told me you haven’t been taking the appropriate time to satisfy her.” Endeavor ignored you completely as he continued talking to Bakugou, “Don’t you think she deserves that, especially now?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou muttered, “She does.”

Bakugou moved his hands down to his utility belts, unfastening them as the heavy, sweat-filled grenades dropped to the floor with a clank. Letting them sit around his boots as he moved to unzip them as he tugged them down just enough to free his hard cock. He was longer than Endeavor, but nowhere near as girthy as the size of him bobbed towards his thigh.

Licking your lips at the sight of him as he wrapped a fist around himself to give himself a teasing pump, his hand smoothing around the tip as he smeared pre along his length. Hands sliding beneath the curve of your knees to pull your ass to the edge of the desk as he lined himself up with your wet cunt. Feeling your walls beginning to throb as he eagerly slipped inside you, not giving you a moment to adjust as he began a messy pace. The crude sound of squelching began to fill the office as Bakugou began fucking into your stretched hole.

“How does it feel?” Endeavor smirked as he watched his sidekick thrusting into your pliant body, “Fucking my cum deeper inside her?”

Blond wisps of hair stuck to Bakugou’s forehead from the sweat trickling down his skin, his throat bobbing from the wet, warm heat wrapped around his cock. His palms were scorching hot against your hips as the tips of his fingers dug into the plush skin almost painfully, holding you tight in place as he plunged his fat cock inside you.

“He’s giving you something to remember me by,” Endeavor smirked as he reached a palm out to grope one of your bouncing breasts, tugging your taut nipple between thumb and forefinger as a choked moan left your lips.

“Fuck.” Bakugou snarled, his hands tightening their grip on your thighs as he held you against him.

The shift in position had your back falling onto the surface of his desk, ruffling the papers beneath you not that he seemed to care. His eyes were glazed over as he focused on his own release, the pent-up energy inside him dispelling with each harsh rut of his hips.

“Perhaps I stretched her tight, little pussy out.” Endeavor smirked at the lewd sounds that came from between your thighs, your face flushed in embarrassment from the sounds as both men stared down at you, “She likes being filled, don’t you?”

You were nodding your head in response as Endeavor moved his index finger between your bodies, tapping it against your puffy clit as you let out a salacious moan. Rubbing precise circles against it before he continued lower, meeting where Bakugou’s cock was buried inside you as he began to push his finger forward. Stealing the breath from your lungs as he moved his thick finger to join Bakugou’s cock inside you, stretching you out as Bakugou groaned from the sensation. Increasing the tightness as he tried to keep his pace, Endeavor’s thumb now pressed against your clit as he curled his finger inside you to stroke the spongy spot he knew would have you seeing stars.

“Does that feel good?” Endeavor mused as he kept his finger still inside you while Bakugou fucked into you, “You going to cum again?”

The husky tone of his voice was sending pleasurable jolts directly to your clit as you felt yourself toppling over the edge. Both men watched on as your body writhed beneath them, your walls clamping down around them as you reached your peak. White spots blanked your vision as Endeavor pulled his finger from your cunt, giving your clit a rough slap before standing back to admire the view.

“She looks so pretty when she cums,” He spoke as though you weren’t even in the room, “I’m surprised you manage to get any work done with her at home.”

You glanced to the side to see he’d unbuckled his slacks once more and was now languidly fisting his fat cock, his intense gaze focused on you as he stroked himself.

“She’s a brat,” Bakugou snarled, teeth clenched together as he fucked into your quivering body, chasing his own release, “Never listens to me.”

You wondered whether Bakugou may be angry for going behind his back to speak to Endeavor yourself, and this was an indication that he was. No doubt he’d punish you himself for the deception once you arrived home but for now the elation inside him that he’d be part of the hero rankings finally filled him with an intense pleasure that he needed to satiate as he continued using your body for his own release.

“You can say that as much as you want, but you’re still gonna cum inside her sloppy pussy aren’t you?” Endeavor taunted him, “Still feels too good to resist, right?”

“Katsuki,” You cried out, your overstimulated body crying out for respite, your toes curling as you tried to ignore the familiar itch inside you. Bakugou’s harsh movements were already building you up towards another earth-shattering climax and you weren’t sure you’d make it through. The coil inside you tightened harshly as you tried to steady your breathing, but Bakugou continued pulling desperate whines from your throat as he teetered on the edge of his release.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” Bakugou grunted, the lewd squelch louder inside the office as he increased his pace. Slipping one of his hands between where your bodies were connected as he pressed a thumb to your puffy clit, wanting you to reach that peak with him.

“I can’t,” You scrambled to grab his wrist, trying to tug him away from your clit as he overpowered you.

“Stop,” He snarled, pounding into your tight cunt as you felt yourself being lead into another orgasm, screaming his name so loud that the entire floor of Endeavor’s agency probably heard you as you came undone.

“Oh, shit.” Bakugou stifled a moan as your walls began to choke his cock, clamping down around him as you milked him of his release.

White, hot cum coated your inner walls, mixing with Endeavor’s as both men left you pumped full of cum. A warm palm pressed down on your pelvis as you writhed on the desk, staring up at Endeavor who still had a feral, possessive look in his eyes as he gave you a final lingering look before moving away.

You whined indignantly as Bakugou pulled himself from your warm cunt, instantly feeling a mixture of their cum trickle from between your thighs and drop to the hardwood floor in a big glob.

Endeavor’s fist was rough around his cock as he jerked himself towards his own climax, his balls tightening as he leaned forward with one hand gripping his desk beside you as he found his release. Hot ropes of cum spurted from his cock as they landed against your messy slit, leaving glistening lines of his seed against you as he rode out his high. Using the head of his cock to smear the moisture against your skin as the blunt tip caught against your spent hole, causing you to whine out pathetically.

Bakugou was quick to pull you to him once Endeavor moved away, lifting your back from the desk with ease as he held you against his chest, burying his face in your neck as you clung to him, surrounding yourself with his intoxicating scent.

“I love you,” He murmured, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to pull you closer, a breathless whine spilling from your lips that was silenced by Bakugou bringing you into a sultry kiss.

“Isn’t this a sweet sight,” Endeavor spoke from behind as he tucked his softening cock back inside his slacks, tightening his belt as he smoothed the front of his dress shirt down, “I’ll put through your transfer to Pro-Hero tonight, Bakugou.”

Endeavor lingered by the door as he turned back to the pair of you still laid out against his messy desk.

“As I said, we should have you in the top 10 by tomorrow.”

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Astrology observations 🌄🌄🌄

Credit goes to @astroismypassion

🌄 Mercurial Moons, Gemini and Virgo Moons, dislike permanently taking care of someone, of others. They only love the role of a caretaker for a small period, for example if they are hosting a lunch, a dinner. But other times, they don’t want to deal with other people’s needs. They have this mindset that each person is responsible for themselves and has to cater to themselves only and not others. They are very preoccupied about their own survival, own needs and when they need something from others they already plan that in advance so that they deal with others as little as possible, because they value being self-reliant so much. Negatively, this can manifest as only wanting to hang with people when they themselves have something to say and being a bad listener. They only respond to talk more themselves and discard what you have to say. Since they come up with solutions, new perspective, ideas during hearing themselves talk at aloud with others. 😬 Sorry guys, didn’t intend to come at you like that. 😅 But recently I’ve had much more Gemini, Virgo Moons interactions that allowed me to get to understand them further. And I came to the conclusion that Mercurial Moons are really preoccupied with their own everyday survival and how they will fully make true their OWN plans at all costs.

🌄 Venus Neptune aspects and Pisces Venus people become more spiritual once they have a crush on someone or are falling in love. They could watch more tarot pick a card readings, dream about them, think about what they could be doing at the time they think of them. They also become far more intuitive. Even if usually they are so rational, logical with their decisions, once they are falling in love, they really use intuitive side to guide them through the connection.

🌄 If you have Pluto in the 1st house synastry or even Scorpio Rising/Pluto in the 1st house in the Composite chart with someone, you judged YOURSELF in front of them when you were meeting them for the first time. For example: if you met them at a party, you taught “Will they think I drank too much?”. Or if you met them in a school hallway, you could have taught “Why was I standing like that??” or even “What did I say THAT?” etc. Basically there were feelings of judgement, shame, being too self-conscious, too much in your own head/mind and was probably not as present in the moment as you would like to, you felt spaced out a bit or detached. Maybe even under some substance influence, but maybe not too much, for that Neptune would have to be involved as well. I think the other person just makes you cringe at YOURSELF a little too much.

🌄 I can’t say how many times I’ve seen Aries Ascendant in the Composite chart of people who dated purely out of physical attraction. Besides that, both people wanted their OWN needs to be met by the other person. They wanted to fulfil their own agenda through that person. Also, it gives very high school, teenage, selfish kind of romance. But not the kind of high school boy/girlfriend you end up marrying, but more like that 7-months relationship. So this reminds me of when one person really badly wants to be in a relationship or they want their first relationship to happen and other more self-focused reasons.

🌄 Similarly, I have always seen Neptune on the Ascendant, Neptune in the 1st house in Synastry, Pisces Rising in the Composite when people had first meeting at a party or a gathering, where there was drinking involved (or even other substances), so the sobriety aspect of the interaction was challenged.

🌄 However, Neptune and Uranus might have been involved on the Ascendant or in the 1st house when the first “meeting” was not in real life. You might have seen their social media profile first or your first interaction was through virtually messaging each other.

🌄 Capricorn Moon women (one celebrity example would be Kourtney Kardashian Barker) usually keep a short haircut. They could go even a step further and want to straighten their hair. So they could end up looking quite strict, detached and a bit cold/cut-throat. This to some extent rings true for Moon conjunct Saturn and Saturn in the 4th house women as well. But I noticed that they have curlier hair than Capricorn Moon women, but short as well.

🌄 Capricorn Moon women also really embrace their age. They are not scared of getting older, they more like “I just LOVE being 45!”

🌄 And they have dealt with strong emotional turmoil in one or two long relationships. They don’t even experience many heartbreaks from several short-term relationships, because they often don’t even enter that kind of relationships. So I think emotion/relationship wise, their time for fulfilling relationships is around 30-35 and then again after 45. Because usually before those ages, they most often don’t get their needs met.

🌄 Often times Pluto is involved on the Ascendant, in the 1st house in Composite/Synastry chart in romantic relationships that have ended just as quickly as they have started. HOWEVER, the only difference with Mars/Aries Ascendant when it comes to relationship being shortly lived, is that the effects, CONSEQUENCES of an ended relationship with Pluto/Scorpio Ascendant fade out veryy slowly and the relationship very slowly dies out. With Aries you just move on to greater things, with Scorpio you will probably still dwell on ended relationship, analyse reasons for going wrong, go through healing first. So even if the person is no longer actively in your life, you might still analyse every aspect of the relationship you had with them at the time. Therefore, the full dissolution of the connection is far slower.

🌄 When you have a lot of Gemini, Virgo placements in the Composite chart with someone, you end up feeling confused, drained during and after interacting with the person. Take can end up making you scatter-minded, hard to concentrate, having a lack of focus as soon as you start interacting with them. When you are on your own, you’re calm and peaceful, but when interacting with them you could end up confused, make mistakes or like you can’t express yourself clearly through words in their presence. So check this in the Composite chart. Not only Pluto, Neptune, Uranus make you confused in a connection.

🌄 Gemini Moons like to have two or three homes that they go back and forth to. They spend a few days there and go back to another home other days ideally. However, if they make a PERMANENT move to another home, to another city or even country, they have hard time adjusting to the change and end up feeling dissatisfied with staying there. They love having options at which home to stay for some time. These people also need a lot of space to move around in their home. Or it can manifest as literally wanting to have a lot of rooms, even if they mostly live in just one room. They just want to have THE OPTION of more rooms they can go to. Often I noticed Gemini Moons dream big of moving somewhere, but when they do it, they have such hard time accepting new living situation. And they end up critiquing or nit-picking their new home, living area, new neighbours etc.

🌄 Sign over the 3rd house show who you drive in your own car with you.

Aries: you like to drive by yourself, only you in the car

Taurus: you drive rich people, people you highly value and those who have have an effect on your self-worth, talents, your partner, friend

Gemini: you drive your close friends, elementary/high school friends, you go on road trips with friends to another city

Cancer: you drive your mother, sibling, your children, family members, close friends

Leo: you drive your crush, a romantic interest, someone with whom you flirt with, you drive someone who is arrogant, confident, childlike, flirty

Virgo: your co-worker, you drive your pet, your gym partner, your friends, colleagues, people you see on a daily basis at work/in your studies

Libra: you drive your wife/husband, person you are in a long-term, committed partnership with, a business partner

Scorpio: you drive with your intimate partner, someone who you share a deep trusted bond and with whom you are physically intimate with, influential people with power/wealth

Sagittarius: you pick your friend from the airport or drive them to the airport

Capricorn: you drive your parents, grandparents, could be even a boss, people who have high status in society

Aquarius: you drive acquaintances, people who share your hobby/an interest, you might not own a car, but you use car share

Pisces: you drive people to the hospital or you might not own a car lol

🌄 If you have Aquarius 12th house in the Composite chart you could still remain friendly to each other and continue to be friends even after breaking off a romantic connection.

🌄 If you have Cancer over the 8th house you are more prone to experience strong emotional turmoil after ending an intimate partnership. This could result in emotional breakdown, emotional trauma from relationship. I advise to be mindful with whom you are connecting if you have this placement in the natal chart, because you might not even be fully aware how sensitive you are and especially to people’s energies. Past person’s energy can still linger around you. Also, these people in particular I noticed, have hard time keeping a bond amicable after dating that person. They have hard time staying friends with a person they were in a partnership with. Because they emotionally connect so much with that person, that just a platonic relationship doesn’t seem sustainable for them.

🌄 If you have Mars, Saturn or Chiron in the 7th house in the Composite/Synastry chart committed partnership is more prone to not happen. I’m not saying it’s impossible though, there are always exceptions.

Credit goes to @astroismypassion

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allthingsfangirl101 · 13 days

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Worst-Case Scenario – Joe Keery

"I'm telling you, Mr. Gary," I sighed, not bothering to look up from the chart in my hand, "you do not have Onchocerciasis."

"Are you sure, Doc?"

I sighed before forcing myself to look at him. "I'm sure, John. For starters, you're not blind. And you haven't been around blackflies of the genus Simulium and haven't been repeatedly bitten by them. So, no, John, you do not have Onchocerciasis."

"But I think it's. . ."

"You're a hypochondriac, Mr. Gary," I cut him off. "So my prescription? Stay off of WebMD."

After he left, I finally took my 30-minute lunch break. I went into one of the breakrooms the hospital had and sat on the couch. I leaned back and the second I caught my breath, my phone started ringing. When I grabbed it, a smile spread across my face.

"Hey, you."

"Hey, gorgeous," Joe's voice came through the phone. "How's my favorite doctor?"

"Tired," I said with a small laugh. "How's my favorite actor?"

"Tired and misses his wife."

"Well, his wife misses him too," I said as I lay down on the couch.

"You're off later tonight, right?" He asked.

"Yep," I sighed. "I only have two more hours."

"Great," he chuckled. "I have about three more hours."

"No," I whined.

"I know, I know," he sighed, "but I'll bring home dinner. What are you feeling?"

"Italian," I said instantly, making him laugh.

"If my wife wants Italian, I will get her Italian."

"I love you," I said softly.

"I love you too, baby," he said, sounding a little different. "I know we both have crazy jobs and we love them but. . . We never see each other anymore."

"I know," I whispered. I thought about it for a second before coming up with a plan. "When are you done filming your latest season?"

"We got about two more months," he sighed, not catching on.

"Well," I elongated, "I have some vacation days that need spending."

"Oh?" He chuckled, finally seeing where I was going.

"Mhmm," I hummed. "I can talk to my shift coordinator and get some time off once you finish filming."

"I like that idea," Joe said in a teasing tone. "How many vacation days do you have?"

"In total?" I had to think about it. "About two weeks, I think. Maybe more."

"Wow," Joe chuckled. I could hear the smirk.

"I really haven't taken that much time off," I sighed. "In fact, I was talking to my supervisor the other day and she practically begged me to take some time off."

"Well, even your health matters, Doctor," he teased. "Would it be crazy to suggest you take the whole two weeks off?"

"Absolutely not," I chuckled. "It sounds amazing."

"Perfect," he said gently. "We'll plan it all out over dinner tonight."

* * * * *

An hour into the second half of my shift, I got a patient I never wanted to have in the ER.

"Doctor Keery," one of the interns hesitated.

"Yes?"

"I have a patient that just came in," he stalled.

"Okay," I said, slowly looking at him. "And is it a tough case? What's up?"

"I think you're gonna want to take this one."

Before I could ask what he meant, he turned on his heel and walked away. Sighing, I put down the file I was holding and grabbed the one for the new case. I walked into the room without looking at the file.

"Joe?!" I dropped the file on the ground and ran to him. I stood in front of him and gently grabbed his face. As I scanned him, he had bruises, a busted lip, and what looked like ash.

"What happened to you?" I panicked. "Did something happen on set? Were you in a car accident? I'm trying to remember what scenes you shot today."

Joe reached up and grabbed my wrists, but didn't pull my hands away from his face. "Baby," he said gently, "I'm fine."

"But," I stuttered.

"I'm serious," he said, finally pulling my hands away from his face. "It was just a small stunt explosion."

"A what?!" I yelled. I grabbed his file off the ground and started scanning through it. Without a word, I instantly started attending to his wounds. He watched me the entire time.

"Y/N," he whispered once I had finished cleaning the ash off his face and neck. "Can we. . . We should probably. . ."

"I need to finish dressing your wounds," I said almost emotionless. We were quiet as I finished cleaning and bandaging up his wounds.

"Baby," Joe sighed.

"There," I said quickly. "You're done. I'll get you cleared to leave."

"Y/N. . ."

"I want you to go home," I cut him off. "I mean it, Joe. I don't care what your director says. Doctor beats director. So please, go home and get some rest. I'll bring home dinner and check to make sure your wounds are healing."

"But Y/N. . ."

"Doctor's orders," I said firmly. I closed his file and left the room. I handed it to the nurse and let out a shaky breath.

"You okay, Doctor?" The nurse I handed the file to asked sweetly. She looked at the file and her face dropped when she saw the name. "Oh," she said under her breath. "How is he?"

"He'll be fine," I said, forcing myself to push down my anxiety. "I need. . . Can you get his paperwork through the system so he can go home?"

"Of course, Doctor," she said with a small smile on her face. "Would you like me to tell you before he leaves?"

I hesitated. "No," I said under my breath. "It's okay. Thank you."

I went through the rest of my shift with my heart in my stomach. I wasn't sure when Joe went home. When my shift was finally over, I got takeout on the way home.

The second I walked into the house, Joe appeared in the hallway. "Hey, Doctor Gorgeous. How was the rest of your shift?"

"It was fine," I said as I walked past him and hung my keys on the wall. I kicked off my shoes before walking into the kitchen and putting the food on the table.

"Y/N. . ."

"Did you get any sleep?"

"A little," he said, the tone of his voice slightly weird. "Y/N, baby, we need to. . ."

"I brought home dinner," I cut him off. "You need to eat something."

With that, neither one of us said anything as we ate. Once we finished, I stood up and started cleaning off the table. After putting my plate in the sink, I walked back to grab Joe's plate. As I reached for it, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

"Y/N, I know you're mad," he sighed. "But we need to talk this through. I'm sorry I scared you today. I didn't mean to. We were running through a fight scene and we were off. It ended with. . ."

"You don't understand!" I cut him off as I tore my wrist out of his hold.

"You're right," he said oddly calm after I just exploded. "Please help me understand."

"You being a patient in my ER is my worst-case scenario."

"What do you mean, baby?" He asked as he stood up and grabbed my hand. He led me over to the couch and we sat down.

"I see a lot of horrible things," I said, my voice breaking. "I see people who come in and end up fighting for their life. I see those same people not survive the fight. And I am the one that has to tell their families they're gone."

"It was an accident," he whispered.

"It's always an accident," I said, the tears close to spilling. "It's the accidents that end suddenly and badly."

"Y/N. . ."

"I can't lose you, Joe." My voice broke as the tears finally started streaming down my face. "You're my world. You're my everything. You're my husband. Having you come into my ER and me not being able to save you is my biggest fear."

Joe sighed as he pulled me into his chest. I tried to stop the tears as he kissed the top of my head.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered. "I should've called you and given you a heads up. It would've been better than surprising you. But I really am fine, Y/N. We got a little too into our fight scene and ended up getting too close to an explosion that happens in the scene. We had the set medics check us out, but our director wanted us to get checked out at the hospital just in case. Next time, I promise to call you first."

"How about there is no next time?"

My question made Joe laugh. He tightened his arms around me and relaxed into the couch.

"I will try not to have a next time."

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w1ldthoughts · 4 months

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Groomzilla

A/n: Some Valentine’s Day heartbreak❤️

“Do you think the place cards should be scarlet or crimson?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples with your index fingers at Jack’s eighth question in the last hour. “They’re both red babe, pick whichever one you want.”

He stands up and shows you the different pieces of paper like that’s going to spark your interest. “These are very different. Scarlet is a lot brighter and crimson is more warm, which one would look better?”

“What does Monica think?” Your fiancé and your wedding planner had been practically attached at the hip since this who process began. He definitely had her on speed dial which made you laugh, only until he inevitably asked you another random question. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to give him your opinion on things, it was just that he desperately wanted to give you the wedding of your dreams and his micromanaging along the way really had you counting down the minutes until he went back to normal.

All you could do was laugh to yourself at his inability to relinquish some control over the planning, even if that was Monica’s literal job. But at the end of the day you couldn’t wait to spent the rest of your days with him, even if he was driving you a little insane. You stood up to meet him at his spot on the couch, taking the laptop from him to look at the screen.

“Well…the crimson looks a lot nicer with the pink and white flowers on the side. Scarlet looks a little too orange.” The light in his eyes when he looks at you sometimes is something you want to bottle up and keep forever. Everyone should experience a love like this in their life and you can’t believe that you’re one of the lucky ones to say that you get to be with your soulmate, for the rest of your life.

You’d always thought about your wedding, making Pinterest boards or taking mental notes whenever inspiration would strike. And then you met Jack and all of the plans you had began to fall into place. This fantasy became an unreal reality. He nodded his head at your suggestion and placed a peck on the side of your head and continued working on other stuff. He had plans to head to a studio to work on some new music this week and hoped that some inspiration would strike to help him write his wedding vows.

The idea of writing your own vows was his and the thought of having to compete with an MC, a literal lyricist in front of all of your friends and family as you poured your heart out to him really made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Jack left early the next morning and would so you tried your best to get some writing done of your own. It wasn’t like you had a lack of feelings, it was finding a way to articulate all of these overwhelming emotions without one, embarrassing yourself by bursting into tears in front of God and everyone but also letting him know how he’d changed your life for the better and gave you a love that was worth a thousand love letters. You spent the first day doing anything to distract yourself, going over the seating chart and making sure that the menu for your bridesmaid lunch the day before the wedding was everything that you wanted.

After practically going over every task possible, you headed to the store to distract yourself even more. You did need to eat dinner at some point. Going up and down the aisles, you really wished you’d made a list before leaving the house and you decided to look on Instagram to find an easy recipe to replicate. For some odd reason, you were inclined to open up your DM requests too. There was a message, a thread of messages actually from some girl detailing an intimate night with your fiancé only three months prior.

I’m so sorry to be the one to tel you this but the guilt has been eating away at me. I saw a TMZ article on Twitter talking about your upcoming wedding and I just couldn’t let you do this without giving you the full story.

She had met Jack in Vegas when he was performing and was somehow invited to the after party. He’d had some shots with her and his friends, dancing the night away. Some time later she found herself making out with him in his presidential suite. One thing led to another and she had been trying to figure out a way to contact him and let him know she’s pregnant.

You probably read those messages 100 times and each time a piece of your heart sank into your stomach. Your mouth went dry and your grocery shopping was forgotten. There was no way you couldn’t confront Jack about this. Without even bothering to pay for any of the stuff in your cart, you left the store and headed to the studio immediately.

Jack was sitting at a large table in a room outside the recording booth and some of his friends were hanging out on the couches. The look on your face must’ve told everyone that this was a serious conversation because the room cleared out almost immediately.

“Baby…” he whispers, “what’s going on?” He stands up to look you over, placing his hands on your shoulders, getting increasingly worried at your void stare. Like you were looking right through him. “Can you tell me what’s going on please? You’re scaring me.”

You handed him the phone and all of the color in his face was drained. “Y/n, I have no idea who this girl is. I promise you, it’s not what you think.”

“Jack there are multiple pictures of you with her at the club. I don’t even know how someone can come to me with this much evidence and I’m not supposed to believe her?” The tremble in your voice was horrifying to you but it devastated him.

“Okay yes, maybe I took a couple pictures with this girl. I take pictures with fans all the time but that other shit? You know I would never ever do that to you. Ever.”

“Do I?” You scoff. “Because I love you Jack but there are still things about your life and career that I’m still getting used to. It’s not easy.”

Jack runs his hands through his curls, feeling his frustration growing but not wanting to fuel the fire. “I get that but you also have to trust me. How are we supposed to be getting married if every time someone messages you, you run to me with these accusations? It creates unnecessary problems and that’s what these girls want.”

He reaches out for you and you can’t bring yourself to let him off that easily. “I’m sorry but this is just a lot. How am I supposed to just get over this?”

“Because that shit isn’t true! And it’s really pissing you off that you don’t believe me.” His body was stiff, limbs suddenly feeling a lot heavier with this invisible weight continually placed on his shoulders. He always felt like he had to prove himself in life and in his career, but it hurt that now he also had to prove himself to you. “I’m not doing this with you. I have to work and if you don’t believe me, then you don’t. I don’t really know what else to tell you.”

Something about him leaving you that room alone felt final. It felt like some sort of goodbye and you really wished that you’d gone about this conversation differently. Maybe the stress of planning a wedding and going through this massive life change had manifested in different ways for you than it had for Jack. He threw himself head first in the planning, controlling every detail and you pushed your emotions and your stress down, until you cracked today at a simple Instagram DM. You knew deep down that he would never hurt you but could you really live the rest of your life wondering if one day he would? Could you handle being the wife of a celebrity and deal with the women would inevitably try to get in the way of what you’d worked so hard to build? Because those 5 messages almost destroyed several years of the best relationship you’ve ever had.

That was all it took. Was your relationship that fragile? Was your trust in him that little? Could your marriage even survive big things if you couldn’t handle these small bumps in the road? The disbelief and pain in Jack’s face when you accused him of cheating was something you’d be replaying in your mind for a long time and you wish you were surprised at the text you received that evening.

I’m staying at Urban’s for the next few days. I think we need to take some time apart and figure out what we really want and if we want those things together. I love you more than anything in this world but if you can’t trust me with the little things, I don’t know if you’ll ever trust me with the big things and that’s what I want in a marriage.

It was gut wrenching but he was right and you had a lot of things to reevaluate. And this was a problem that you would need to navigate alone, not knowing if Jack was ever going to come home to you.

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