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wandaslovey · 7 months ago

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➺ dom!wandanat x sub!fem!reader

word count ~ 7k

authors note: i’m so excited to share this with you guys - this was so much fun to write! i’m planning on writing the first few parts as chapters where one will pick up right after the other and then once i get to a certain point i’ll do random time skips within the same au. oh also! i’m starting a tag list, so comment below if you’d like to be included on the next chapter! enjoy loves! 💕 as usual, this is not proofread.

content warning(s): legal age gap (w=30, n=33, r=23), natasha and wanda being two hot intimidating lawyers (except natasha kinda steals this show in this part, especially in the beginning. don’t worry though, wanda will have her time to shine!), conversation about kinkery and reader knows very little

if you’d like to read the drabble that inspired this series, click here

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you stand in front of the mirror, adjusting your white button-up blouse for the 10th time. you huff, frustrated that your wardrobe just wouldn’t cooperate with you this morning. as you look yourself over in the mirror—the rest of your outfit consisting of a mid-thigh black pencil skirt, some black nylons and black combat boots—you couldn’t help but wonder if your attire was okay for the interview.

the interview…you can’t believe you landed an interview at thee M.R. law firm. you knew how unqualified you were for the position, so you felt extra pressure to compensate somehow with your appearance.

you turn to the side in the mirror, first left and then right, scrutinizing yourself at every angle. you readjust the pieces of hair framing your face that you pulled out of your bun, before deciding you’d done all you could to look your best.

you glance at the clock on your nightstand in the reflection of the mirror, seeing it was time to go. you grab your knock-off brand purse and slip out of your apartment. when you walk down the stairs and open the door to the outside, the noise from the city fills your ears. the sounds of cars, horns, sirens, music and people all blended together, creating a sort of hum all new-yorkers were familiar with. you step out onto the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding some tourists that were taking a picture in front of the trendy restaurant you lived by. you hail a cab, quickly sliding into the backseat and telling the driver your destination.

now that you were settled in your seat with only the taxi drivers quiet music to distract you, the nerves you’d been attempting to snub out suddenly hit you full force. there was no way you could do this. you were sure you were just wasting your own time and the poor person who had to interview you. you knew your 6 months working as a receptionist at a dentist office nowhere near qualified you to manage things at M.R. law. you mentally curse yourself, thinking you must’ve been half asleep and entirely too desperate when you sent in your application at this place. you needed a job though—urgently. with your roommate moving back home, and no one else taking her place, you were stuck with paying the rent on your own. on top of that, you were still paying back loans for school. you knew you should cut your losses, leave new york and transfer to a much more affordable school, but you really wanted to stay as much as you could help it.

every stoplight you hit along the 20 minute drive only makes you more nervous. the fluttery feeling in your stomach turns into full blown pterodactyls by the time the driver has pulled up to the very tall M.R. building. you pass some folded up cash to the driver, mumbling out a quiet ‘thank you,’ and then step out of the car. you stare up at the intimidating building, the lettering of “maximoff-romanoff law” taunting you—daring you to step inside. you let out a stubborn exhale, squaring your shoulders and walking in with a confidence as fake as grape flavored candy.

you stride over to the front desk, noticing that the only employees in sight are all women.

“hi, i’m here for an 11 o’clock interview,” you tell one of the women behind the desk. she offers you a polite smile, giving you instructions to head into the elevator and up to the 8th floor. you nod your head, thanking her and make your way to your doomsday interview.

as the elevator doors shut behind you, you find yourself all alone in the small space. there was no background music to distract you now. you stare at the floor, noticing a slight glint to the black tiles you were standing on. you listen to the beeps counting up each floor, your eyes dragging up the stainless steel panel when the number reads 8 and the final beep sounds. the doors open and you’re immediately greeted with the sight of more women pacing around the place. some seemed to be in a rush while others were leisurely walking across the floor while chatting with a co-worker. you walk over to the front desk again, repeating what you had told the other kind lady downstairs. she gestures for you to take a seat on the couch in the waiting area, letting you know someone will grab you in a few minutes.

you take a seat on the black leather couch, figuring this piece of furniture probably costed more than the rent for your apartment. you cross your legs, interlocking your fingers together at your knee. you glance around the office, taking in the decor. it was very tasteful, some touches of greenery that went nicely with the black and dark woodsy vibe this floor was going for. you try your best to ignore the bile rising in your throat and the pterodactyls still swarming in your stomach. it was a good thing you didn’t eat breakfast this morning.

as two minutes turns into ten, and then fifteen, you can’t help but feel the urge to just get up and leave. you felt so out of place here; you couldn’t imagine working at this place with all these women who were so obviously out of your league.

just as you were settling on the idea of ditching this interview, you hear clacking footsteps making their way over to you. you didn’t dare look up yet, pretending to be very interested in the tiny hole in your pantyhose just above your knee.

“miss (y/l/n)?” the most heavenly, sultry voice calls out to you. your eyes slowly trail along the tile, up the woman’s legs covered in black slacks, her blouse and matching black suit jacket, and then finally her face. it was her.

thee mrs. romanoff.

mrs. romanoff was the person who was going to interview you? you couldn’t believe your eyes, or the situation. you clear your throat, realizing you had yet to acknowledge her calling out to you.

“yeah, that’s me,” you reply, standing on slightly wobbly legs. you watch as mrs. romanoff’s eyes slowly take in your appearance, her eyes lingering on your frame. you feel a little scrutinized, wondering if you really did mess up with what you were wearing.

“follow me.” she turns and leads the way. you stumble a bit as you follow behind her, not expecting her to have as long of a stride as she does.

“you’ll have to forgive me for the wait—we had a couple meetings run over this morning,” she talks to you over her shoulder, slowing her walk a little when she notices you’re not directly behind her like she thought.

“oh, no worries. i didn’t mind the wait.” that was technically a lie, but it wasn’t the wait that bothered you as much as the fact that you were left alone with your thoughts a little too long.

she rounds a corner at the end of the hall, pausing and gesturing for you to enter in one of the two doors that were side by side on the wall to the right. you walk through the doorframe, stepping into what you assumed was her personal office.

“have a seat, miss (y/l/n),” she says in a low voice, walking from behind you and around her desk to sit in her chair. you sit in one of the two chairs across from her, your heart thudding violently in your chest from being in such close proximity to her.

you adjust your seating position three times before finally settling in place, forcing yourself to sit still. mrs. romanoff humors you, remaining silent and patient through your nervous fidgeting.

“so, i have to say i was a little surprised to see your application come through to my desk,” she starts and you immediately feel your cheeks grow hot, the feeling of being in a place you don’t belong filling your whole body with dread.

she pauses, and you realize she was waiting for you to respond. right. this was supposed to be where you attempt to prove yourself adequate to work in this position.

“yes, um… well, admittedly i myself did think it was a stretch to apply here, but then i figured, i’m a fast learner, i’m very thorough in all i do and i enjoy learning new things. i thought i’d try my hand at something i haven’t done before.” you rattle off an answer that while it was true, it was also something you rehearsed 20 times in the mirror while getting ready before you got here. you were almost positive the slight robotic edge in your voice was noticeable.

mrs. romanoff hums in acknowledgment, nodding slightly at your rehearsed answer. “how well can you handle multi-tasking in a fast paced environment?” her lack of acknowledging your first answer puts a damper on your already fake confidence. you shift in your seat again, finding it harder to maintain eye contact with the sea of green that was her eyes.

“i would say i fare pretty well. i’m usually very good at managing stressful situations.” that was a complete lie—but most people bullshit their way through interviews, don’t they?

“usually?” she echoes, tilting her head to the side. she purses her lips, half attempting to hide a small smirk. she easily picked up on all your nervous antics the moment she saw you. you averting her gaze, walking unsteadily, fidgeting in your seat and the cute rose-y blush currently coloring your cheeks.

you clear your throat, interlocking your hands together in your lap. you notice they’ve already started to feel damp with sweat. “yeah, yeah most of the time i’d say so.”

“well, miss…” she glances down at what appeared to be your application and resume sitting in front of her on the desk. “(y/n)..you don’t sound very sure of yourself.” she sits upright in her chair, crossing her arms and leaning over the desk. your heart beats impossibly faster, the feeling of intimidation settling deep into your bones.

“no, i mean, i am sure—totally 100%.” you try to laugh, but it comes out sounding as nervous as you feel.

“okay, if that’s how you’d like to proceed…” she trails off, looking down at the papers in front of her again. you didn’t know what she meant, but your eyes fall desperately to the same papers she was looking at, as if they could provide some sort of answer to you. “what are your greatest strengths and weaknesses?”

you internally breath a sigh of relief. this was another answer you’d rehearsed in the mirror, it just needed to sound less robotic this time. “i’d say my greatest strengths are, i’m very punctual—i’m always on time if not early—um, i do all things thoroughly, as i mentioned before…i’m very reliable—hardly sick or need time off for family things, and i enjoy a good challenge. my greatest weakness is that i like to be very organized and sometimes i can spend a little too much time completing a certain project before moving onto the next.” you exhale after you finish talking, your eyes flicking across her face to try and get a sense of how she’s taking in your answer.

as you speak, you can’t help but notice that she was watching you so meticulously. it seemed that she was taking in not only your words, but your facial expressions, hand gestures and body language.

she looks at you for a moment as if she’s thinking hard on something. without taking her eyes off of you, she presses a button on her desk, the small ding from an intercom sounding. “joan, please track down mrs. maximoff and have her come into my office right away.”

your heartbeat now thrums loudly in your ears, your breath picking up its pace. you were not only going to be in the presence of mrs. romanoff but now mrs. maximoff too? never in your life had you seen such a powerful couple—and that was only in photos and billboards you’d seen around the city!

“is everything okay?” you ask nervously, feeling the permanent blush on your cheeks travel to the tips of your ears.

“everything’s fine, (y/n),” she gives you a smile but it was anything but reassuring. in fact, there was something about the expression that felt more intimidating with how devastatingly beautiful she was.

she grabs a pen and starts writing something on the paper. whatever it was was brief, but you couldn’t see clearly from your seat.

a quiet knock comes from the door and your posture becomes rigid as you hear who you assume to be mrs. maximoff entering the room.

“you called for me?” mrs. maximoff asks as she walks the length from the door to mrs. romanoff’s side. she walks around your chair and stands next to her wife, placing her palm flat against the desktop and leaning some of her weight on it.

“yes, i wanted you to meet our new interviewee,” she smiles with her lips and gestures to you in your seat. you look between the two beautiful, impeccably dressed women, feeling extremely small and insignificant. mrs. maximoff turns to look at you for the first time, a warm smile gracing her features.

“hi,” she offers simply, extending her hand to shake yours. you sit forward, reaching your arm out to shake her hand across the desk. her hand was incredibly soft and a little cold to the touch, but you wouldn’t expect anything less since the office was kept at such a cool temperature.

“mrs. maximoff is going to sit in on the rest of our interview. is that okay with you?” mrs. romanoff asks, her eyes daring you to object.

you quickly shake your head from side to side, shifting once again in your chair. “no, no that’s perfectly fine,” you reply easily, though you were feeling anything but fine. you notice mrs. maximoff giving her wife a curious glance but she doesn’t otherwise question it.

“let’s move over to the couches so we’re a little more comfortable,” mrs. romanoff stands up and heads over to the long olive green velvet sofa. you follow suit, except you take a seat in the smaller sofa, designed for only one person. mrs. maximoff sits closest to you on the long couch, brushing some of her pretty brown hair behind her shoulder. you watch as she glances back at her wife, mrs. romanoff giving her a certain look that you weren’t sure what it meant.

“so, (y/n), tells us what your career goals are,” mrs. romanoff proceeds with the interview as if the interruption never happened. you find yourself even more nervous to respond now that there were two, hot, older women sitting before you.

“umm…for now i really just need something steady that will simultaneously be giving me good work and life experience.. long term though, i’d like to become a therapist once i finish my masters program.” you bite your tongue once you finish your sentence, realizing this is not the sort of job where you tell your interviewers you’d like to pursue something that has nothing to do with their company.

“what appeals to you about becoming a therapist?” mrs. maximoff chimes in, tilting her head to the side curiously, just like mrs. romanoff had done earlier in the interview.

you lean back in your chair, a little surprised at her interest in your reply. “well, it’s a cliche answer, but i’m very passionate about helping people. it’s impossible to go through this life without getting seriously hurt and dealing with trauma. the vast majority of us have no idea how to cope or process through our experiences, so just knowing what i know, i’d like to try and be of some help for those who need it.”

the two lawyers look at you thoughtfully, mrs. maximoff nodding her head as you speak.

“that’s a very admirable passion. are you currently enrolled in a masters program?” she asks, crossing one of her legs over the other as she gets more comfortable in her seat.

“i am,” you reply with a shy smile. you never wanted to come across as bragging about your education, so you always sought to speak about it in the most humble way.

“you like school?” mrs. romanoff chimes in, leaning forward as she speaks.

your smile turns a bit rueful as you reply. “yes..i do. i know so many young people my age loathe school and all the hard work that needs to be put in, but…i love everything about it. i love taking notes, making flashcards, studying, taking tests, everything about it, i just love. i know it sounds a little crazy.” you laugh once, suddenly feeling more relaxed as you speak about something so genuinely. you feel a little more surprise again as you hear mrs. romanoff chuckle with you, nodding her head towards her brunette wife.

“sounds like somebody i know. this one here was a school addict. i had to practically pry textbooks out her hands just so we could do anything other than study,” she chuckles again, mrs. maximoff joining in with her.

“i won’t apologize for being so pointed about my studies. we both got straight A’s, didn’t we?” she jokes light-heartedly and you find yourself smiling warmly at their light banter.

mrs. maximoff turns back to face you, a smile still touching her lips. “what else do you do aside from school?” her question makes your face fall slightly as you now had to admit you were technically unemployed. you knew that didn’t look good for potential employers.

“right now, not a whole lot. just keeping busy with my studies,” you respond vaguely to which they both hum in response.

the pair of them continue asking you questions, except they become progressively more personal until they don’t attain to work or working at this position at all.

“do you like living alone? or do you prefer living with others?” was one of the questions mrs. romanoff asks you after you had explained you were currently without a roommate.

even though it was strange, you find that the more you talk about yourself, the more relaxed you feel. mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff both noticed it too. they could see more of your personality showing through as the nerves slowly but surely dissipated.

it had been near 40 minutes by the time mrs. romanoff checked her watch and noticed the time. she looked at her wife, mrs. maximoff seeming to sense her eyes on her as she automatically looked to the side. they shared a look, one of them nodding to the other before turning back to face you.

“well, we’ve kept you here much longer than was intended—i apologize for that.” mrs. romanoff says as she stands, mrs. maximoff following suit. you stand also, smoothing your skirt back over your legs. as you stand so closely to them now, you notice how they were both taller than you by a few inches, making you feel small again like you had earlier.

“it’s no big deal. i’m in no rush,” you smile shyly as you look up at the two of them. you extend your arm out, shaking both of their hands before getting ready to leave. they both give your hand a gentle squeeze and when mrs. romanoff shakes your hand, she grasps on longer than her wife, holding your gaze with a certain intensity.

“we’ll be in touch, miss (y/n),” she says smoothly, calling you out by your first name, and for some reason the combination between her voice and her eye contact made your knees feel weak.

you swallow thickly, nodding your head and thanking them both for the interview before turning away. mrs. maximoff leads you to the door to exit and walks you all the way out to the elevators. you pace the short distance in somewhat comfortable silence. when you turn to face her to say your final goodbye, your surprised to see mrs. romanoff behind her. she was following so quietly that you didn’t notice her presence.

“bye! thank you again,” you smile, stepping into the elevator once the doors open. the two women stand side by side of each other, giving you a near identical smile which portrayed some sort of knowing behind it, almost like they were expecting something.

“it was a pleasure meeting you miss (y/l/n),” mrs. maximoff calls out to you as the elevator doors slide closed.

you exhale a breath you didn’t now you were holding, slumping back against the elevator walls.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

that evening, you cook up a box of mac n cheese, too lazy to try and find the ingredients to make anything else. not to mention, your mind was still a little bit jumbled after your interview with thee lesbian power couple.

mrs. romanoff’s words kept echoing in your head.

”we’ll be in touch” she’d said. but didn’t your interview totally blow? especially at the end. it wasn’t so much an interview but rather more like a conversation where people try to get to know each other better. maybe they were looking for a personality hire? you really doubted that though.

you eat your mac n cheese while staring blankly at the wall, thinking over the whole exchange with mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff. as you mindlessly feed yourself spoonfuls of your dinner, you realize you didn’t even know their first names. you remembered you had once seen them on a billboard somewhere but didn’t remember exactly what they were. mrs. romanoff’s first name was natalie or something similar? you were at a loss with mrs. maximoff. you decide to google them to put your curiosities to rest.

pulling out your phone, you google their names and the law firm. after doing just a little bit of digging, you see their full names: natasha romanoff and wanda maximoff. ah, so you were close with mrs. romanoff’s name. you wonder if they only go by their last names at the office. it definitely seemed like their vibe to have things be so professional.

as you go throughout the rest of your evening, showering and getting ready for bed, you continue thinking about them. the longer your mind lingers on them, the less “professionally” you think about them. you couldn’t help but notice how utterly beautiful they both were. they both carried themselves with a confidence that anyone would find intimidating. there was something so forceful about their presences, but not necessarily in a bad way. it seemed like natasha—mrs.romanoff—was a little more rough around the edges, but you could see she easily held a soft spot for her wife and life partner. mrs. maximoff gave off a much more approachable vibe, but she was still intimidating in her own way.

as your mind continues wandering, you find yourself becoming more tired before you finally drift off to sleep, your brain fatigued from all your analytical thinking.

『 °*• ❀ •*°』

the first thing you notice when you wake up is the light shining through your thin curtains. you blink a few times, slowly adjusting to the light. you blindly reach over to your nightstand, unplugging your phone from the charger. as you unlock your phone, you notice a missed call from an unknown number nearly two hours ago. you shoot up into a sitting position in your bed, suddenly feeling much more awake. it was just passed 10 am. was the unknown number a call back about your interview?

your fingers furiously swipe on your phone, quickly googling the number for M.R. law. you breath a sigh of relief when you cross reference the digits in your phone and the number online, realizing it was just a random unknown caller. you let your body fall back limply on the bed, your leg dangling off the side as you clutch your phone to your chest. that would’ve been humiliating if they called offering you the job and you didn’t pick up the phone.

as you go about your morning leisurely—not having any classes this day—you try to push the two hot lawyers out of your mind. there was no point in dwelling on them if you’d never hear from them again.

you leave your face bare of makeup, not intending on leaving the apartment and you opt for wearing comfy clothes—or “frumpy” clothes as you called them—instead of something nice.

you head into the kitchen, pouring yourself a bowl of frosted flakes cereal. you let it sit there for a few minutes to soak up the milk, as soggy cereal was your favorite. you’d argue with anyone who claimed crunchy cereal was best. as you wait, you power up your laptop, intent on working on some homework.

you’re munching on your cereal, blue-light filtered glasses adorning your nose as you work on your computer screen. you were mid-bite when you hear your phone buzzing on the counter next to you. you glance down at your phone and frown slightly when you notice it looks to be the same unknown number from earlier.

you continue chewing your bite, raising the phone to your ear as you accept the call.

“hello?” you ask, your voice mumbled a bit as you still had some food in your mouth.

“good morning, miss (y/n),” you hear a warm, velvety voice greet you. after almost an hour interview with her yesterday, you’d recognize this distinct voice anywhere.

“mrs. romanoff?” you just about choke on your food as you swallow, your body tensing slightly as you feel much more alert.

“that would be correct.” you hear her chuckle softly into the phone, your tone laced with obvious surprise she must have found endearing.

“i’m so sorry! i think i missed your call earlier? i didn’t recognize the number- i had no idea it was you, i’m sorry!” you apologize quickly, thinking that if she was actually calling to offer you the job, you might have just ruined it.

“don’t worry about it. i would be surprised if you recognized it given that this is my personal number,” her voice was low and warm. it was entirely too enticing.

“oh.. umm, right. well, good morning,” you stumble slightly over your words, unsure what else to say to her.

“are you normally a late riser?” she asks with humor in her voice.

“what? oh no, not normally no. i just don’t have classes today,” you explain, a little embarrassed at her having called you out on your sleeping habits.

“i see. well, we just wanted to call and ask if you’d meet us for a coffee,” her question came out as more of a statement and you were left wondering why on earth she would want to go out for coffee with you and…wait.. did she say we?

“we?” the words echo aloud from your mind.

“yes. my wife and i,” she reiterates calmly. you look around your small excuse for a kitchen as if the reasoning behind her posing this question was written on the walls.

“like today?” you ask stupidly. of course she meant today.

“yes - today. can you meet us in 15? we’re going on lunch break. i’ll text you the address.” your eyes zip to the digital numbers plastered on the microwave. you only had 15 minutes to try and look presentable, get a cab and meet them.

“ummm..yeah. yeah sure,” you nod your head as if she could see you through the phone. you quickly hop off the stool you were sitting on, walking briskly to the bathroom with the phone still held firmly to your ear.

“perfect. we’ll see you soon.” she hangs up and you all but toss your phone on the bathroom counter, staring down at the device as if it’s offended you. you quickly snap out of it, only having 5 or so minutes to un-hobo yourself. you quickly apply some concealer on your dark spots, powder on a little blush and brush on a coat of mascara in record time. in your haste, you stumble from the bathroom to your closet, trying to find something to quickly throw on. you grab a simple white baby tee, putting it on and then aggressively stepping into some loose light wash jeans. grabbing your belongings, you half jog out the door, nearly slipping down the last two stairs of your apartment.

you quickly get a cab, thanking whatever higher power there is in your head that there was very little delay in one driving by. as the taxi driver takes you to the address you gave him, you sit forward in your seat, gathering your hair in a pony tail near the top of your head. you secure it with an elastic you always keep around your wrist and pull some pieces out to frame your face. you glance in the cab rear view mirror, seeing you looked fairly presentable. you exhale shakily, sitting back in your seat as the same nerves you felt yesterday on the way to your interview were coming back now.

what was this about? i mean, you knew it wasn’t normal to meet with potential employees for coffee. it was especially suspicious because it was mrs. romanoff *and* her wife.

your thoughts are interrupted as the taxi slows to a crawl and he pulls up to the coffee shop. you’d never been to this one before, granted there were hundreds of shops all over the city so there were probably many you hadn’t gone to. your heart leaps in your chest as you see both mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff waiting outside for you.

you pass the driver the money, thank him and slip out of the car. as you step onto the sidewalk, mrs. maximoff greets you with the same warm smile she’d given you when you first met. mrs. romanoff smiles too, though it’s not as wide as her wife’s.

“hello again, (y/n).” your heart skips a beat as you hear mrs. maximoff use your first name for the first time. mrs. romanoff had been calling you by your first name since you’d stepped foot into her office. you liked the way your name fell from both of their tongues.

“hi, good to see you both again,” you smile despite your nerves, making eye contact with both of them in a polite manner.

“shall we?” mrs. romanoff suggests as she opens the door for you, her wife placing a gentle hand on the small of your back to usher you inside. you inhale shakily, the unexpected contact surprising you in a pleasant way.

as the three of you file in behind the small line of people waiting to order, your eyes skim the menu, even though you already knew exactly what you wanted.

“cute outfit,” mrs. romanoff murmurs from behind you. you could hear what sounded to be amusement in her tone but you weren’t sure.

you turn to the side to face her, her being on your left and mrs. maximoff on your right just a half-step behind you. “thank you. i threw it on—literally. i was wearing something a lot less presentable when you first called.” you glance down at both of their outfits. the duality between yours and their outfits was almost laughable. they looked impeccably fashionable and you were just in street clothes.

wanda chuckles lightly at your comment. “what were you wearing before?” she asks.

“just an oversized tee and some biker shorts,” you shrug, crossing your arms casually over your chest. you always felt more comfortable when you had your arms wrapped around yourself.

as the line moves and you’re next, mrs. romanoff quickly stands in front of you, her body moving between you and the counter. “what’ll you have?” she gives you an expectant look, ready to give your order.

“an iced mocha?” you ask a little shyly, her show of putting herself between you and the cash register did something to you for some reason.

she nods, and turns to the barista, repeating your order along with hers and her wife’s. you’re about to protest, wanting to tell her she doesn’t have to pay for you, but you feel mrs. maximoff’s hand return to the small of your back, swiftly maneuvering you away from the line and over to the small cluster of tables.

you sit down in a chair she pulled out for you and you scoot yourself in as mrs. maximoff settles in her own seat across from you.

“you really don’t have to pay for me, you know,” you pipe gently, glancing over at mrs. romanoff who was standing at the counter waiting for the drinks before you turn back to mrs. maximoff.

“of course not, we want to. plus, neither her nor i would ever allow you to pay for yourself even if you insisted,” she smiles winsomely, her eyes gleaming with something warm and bright.

mrs. romanoff returns with all three coffees, somehow handling all three and setting them down in a graceful manner.

“thank you,” you give mrs. romanoff a gentle smile as your fingers interlock around the cup and you drag it closer to you.

they both take a sip from their coffees—which were both hot—before mrs. romanoff clears her throat, her eyes narrowing in on you as she leans forward on the table.

“so, i imagine you’re wondering why we asked you here.” she throws a glance at her wife who was already looking at her speak.

“it may have been on my mind…” you trail off, sounding as innocent as possible.

mrs. romanoff smiles knowingly, her eyes appraising you in a way that made you squirm slightly in your seat.

“it’s not about the job, as i’m sure you might have figured, but rather about offering a different type of position,” she begins. your brow furrows in confusion. what did she mean?

“a different position? like a cleaning job or something?” you immediately go to thinking about jobs that require little to no experience, figuring that might be all they’d have to offer given your background.

they both laugh at your guess, mrs. romanoff being the one to shake her head no.

“no, not a cleaning job,” she pauses, seeming to measure your expression before continuing. “(y/n), have you ever heard the term bdsm?”

your face goes blank and you look from mrs. romanoff to her wife who appeared to be watching you just as carefully.

“um…i think so? i’ve heard the term a few times before.” your legs feel like they’ve turned to jelly, an unfamiliar pit settling into your lower tummy at the abrupt shift in the topic of conversation.

“what do you know about it?” mrs. maximoff chimes in, tilting her head to the side which causes some of her neatly curled hair to fall forward.

you look between the two of them, unconsciously shrinking further down into your seat. this was such a taboo subject to talk about it public; you found yourself already growing warm from just the thought of this discussion.

“well, it’s..sex stuff…right? like being tied down and whipped?” you speak hesitantly in a small voice, throwing quick glances at the strangers littered across the coffee shop.

“those things can be a part of it, yes—if all parties discuss that’s something they like to participate in” mrs. romanoff explains and then continues. “what else have you heard about it? or is that the gist of what you know?”

you shrug, your shoulders slumped forward and your head bowed slightly to try and obscure your flushed cheeks. you suck your bottom lip into your mouth—your nervous habit.

mrs. maximoff pipes in again after noticing your bashfulness. “a lot of people have that imagery in mind when they hear the term ‘bdsm,’ so it’s understandable that that’s your impression. there is so much more to it though. really, bdsm is about exploring people’s sexual interests in a safe space. you learn about your limits, what you like, what you didn’t expect to like, and so much more.” you listen to her explanation intently, your mind immediately wandering and wondering where this conversation was going to go.

mrs. romanoff picks up off her wife’s words. “some people simply dabble in certain aspects of bdsm while others treat it more as a lifestyle—and for my wife and i, it is a lifestyle.”

you nod hesitantly as they both pause for a second, watching you digest this information. you’re unsure how to respond, feeling progressively more restless in your seat.

they both give each other a look before mrs romanoff nods and mrs. maximoff speaks.

“normally, for people who live this lifestyle, they draw up contracts between themselves and the person they want as their submissive.. now we know this is all very forward, but there’s just no other way to put it. we’d like to have you as our new submissive.”

your face turns bright red for reasons you’re not fully aware of. you weren’t quite sure what being a “submissive” all entailed, but you couldn’t wipe the imagery of being helplessly tied down and whipped from your mind. you’re silent as your brain flits through one imaginary scenario to the next. you were so clueless though, you weren’t sure if the things you were thinking up were things people actually did or if they were just shown in porn.

“me…? i just..well it’s just that..i’m-i don’t know if i would be your ideal candidate,” you stumble out, your eyes glued to the table as you avoid looking at either of them at all costs.

“on the contrary, (y/n), i singled you out almost immediately at our interview. i knew i wanted you. that’s why i had wanda join us.” her face softens as she notices your slight uneasiness. being a bit of a sadist though, she couldn’t help but find your innocence and embarrassment so incredibly gratifying. it only made her want you more.

your teeth worry into your bottom lip again as you look between one set of green eyes and then the other. “do you guys normally.. share, uhm..submissives?”

“not always, but we do like to when it’s possible,” wanda shares, a reassuring smile on her face. you purse your lips, chewing on the inside of your cheek as more questions arise in your head.

“how does that work? sharing i mean.” you knew there were people who participated in polyamorous relationships, and you had no issue with it, you just had trouble visualizing the dynamic.

natasha grins wickedly to herself, realizing now how truly innocent and unknowing you were. she suspected a little yesterday at the interview, but had no idea the true scope of your innocence. wanda also found herself undeniably more attracted to you after this conversation. her hands twitch in her lap, thinking of all the things she could do to you that you probably haven’t ever dreamed of.

“it works (y/n), trust me…” mrs. romanoff says seductively.

“we know this is all very foreign to you, sweetheart. you don’t have to say yes today, just think about it?” mrs. maximoff reaches across the table and affectionately holds onto your wrist. your stomach does a little flip-flop at the term of endearment paired with the affection.

there were so many thoughts and feelings swirling around you, but one thing stuck out above the rest. you wanted to learn more. you didn’t want to say no and close a door on something that you might enjoy.

“i want to.. i mean, um, i will think about it,” you clear your throat for the umpteenth time that day, pulling your hand back from mrs. maximoff’s light grasp. it was suddenly feeling like her hand was searing your skin.

“you want to what?” mrs. romanoff presses, her eyes looking at you with intensity again.

“i just meant that i want to learn more..about this,” you reply quietly, peeking at mrs. romanoff through your lashes. you notice her clench her jaw and flex her fingers that were resting on the table, but you weren’t sure what it meant.

“well, there’s a lot to learn, but luckily i’d say we’re both pretty good teachers,” mrs. maximoff grins more wickedly this time, her expression giving you a new glimpse into something you hadn’t seen in her until this point.

“why don’t we meet up again sometime this weekend? we can answer any questions you have—help you learn more about what we’re asking from you,” she adds, to which you surprisingly feel eager to agree to the idea. you find yourself already wanting to learn more, especially if the people who were going to educate you were two of the hottest women alive.

“yeah…let’s do that,” you nod once, your blush slowly creeping off your cheeks though a slight honey glow was still present.

you all begin to gather your things, mrs. maximoff noticing their lunch break was just about up. the three of you hardly touched your coffees, the conversation too intense to take swigs of the drinks.

the two of them walk you out of the shop, mrs. romanoff hailing down a cab for you. you turn to say goodbye to mrs. maximoff and find that she’s standing closer to you than expected.

“i look forward to seeing you again so soon, dragotsennaya veshch’,” she murmurs, reaching to give your arm an affectionate squeeze. you smile at her, unsure what she said but not caring much to know now.

you step closer to the cab after mrs. romanoff opens the door for you. before you can slip inside the car, mrs. romanoff leans down, murmuring in your ear.

“if you have any questions before the weekend that simply can’t wait, don’t hesitate to text me. you have my number.” her voice was a little rough which makes you shiver.

you nod slowly, sucking on your bottom lip again. you give mrs. maximoff a shy hand wave which she mimics with an amused grin. you sink down into the car seat, mrs. romanoff shutting the door behind you.

as the taxi drives away, you can’t help but look behind you as the two women grow smaller and smaller on the sidewalk. as the car turns a corner, the couple remain standing there until you disappear. you sigh and turn back around in your seat, resting heavily against the cushion behind you.

what just happened?

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cyberclouddream · 13 days ago

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The natal 10th house and MC represent what others tend to remember you for.

Aries in the 10th house

“Known for starting or causing something, even if it’s reckless or brief”

Ex: launching ideas first, calling out things when no one else will, starts the group but doesn’t finish job

- remembered as first to do something, whether it’s warfare, entrepreneurship, or defiance; someone who begins a campaign rather than who saw it to maturity

- tends to work in fighting professions, physical risk work (like military, law enforcement, emergency response), surgery, pioneering roles in anything, competitive trades; little patience, tends to push headfirst

- seen as combative or militant, known for open confrontation, like thru legal battles, political struggles, social protest, or physical action; fame stems from overcoming enemies, personal or collective

- tends to go solo or break away from traditional systems; known for bravery, confrontation, hot temper, or being the first to act; society doesn’t forget them, even if it hates or blames them

- may be viewed as impulsive or destructive; legacy may be unstable, like celebrated in one generation and criticized in another

Tips: Start before you’re ready. The second you feel the itch, act on it. Don’t wait to be prepared or validated, your public power only activates when you initiate. People respect you more when you move first, even if you mess up.

Tropical MC Aries: Julia Roberts, John Travolta, Tony Curtis, Cameron Diaz, Jeff Goldblum, Angelina Jolie, Stephen King, Yasser Arafat, Fergie, Bill Gates

Sidereal MC Aries: Eddie Murphy, Pierce Brosnan, Robert Downey Jr, Johnny Depp, Christopher Reeve, Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Manson, George W. Bush, Demi Lovato

Taurus in the 10th house

“Known for building something steady or lasting, even if it’s simple”

Ex: having same business for years, bringing stability to chaos, quietly saving money and owning something big

- remembered for constructing physical things, like buildings, businesses, estates, gardens, or arts of a decorative kind; their output often lasts, even if anonymous; may be associated with wealth or land

- tends to be in jobs involving stability, comfort, aesthetics, food, land, farming, wealth preservation, fashion, architecture; society sees them as a preserver of cultural, aesthetic, or economic value

- known for solidifying or managing resources; may have founded economic systems, artisan trades, or institutions; builds slowly and avoids chaos, since driven by comfort and security; society respects their consistency

- this placement gives a visible legacy of beauty, thru design, music, culinary art, or fashion; not flamboyant but timeless, harmonic, or pleasing

- not remembered for speed or innovation but for staying in power; reputation may grow stronger after death as the usefulness or value of their work increases

Tips: Show results people can touch or measure. You gain respect when others can see the product. Document your progress, stay consistent, and make something solid, not fast, but real. Long-term trust is your currency, so own the slow grind.

Tropical MC Taurus: Eddie Murphy, Pierce Brosnan, Robert Downey Jr, Johnny Depp, Christopher Reeve, Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Manson, George W. Bush, Demi Lovato, John Wayne

Sidereal MC Taurus: Keanu Reeves, Sharon Stone, Tim Robbins, Uma Thurman, Tom Hanks, Woody Allen, James Cagney, Doris Day, Madonna, Federico Fellini

Gemini in the 10th house

“Known for talking, writing, or juggling many things, even if unfocused”

Ex: running a newsletter, podcast, and several side gigs at once; in the know and spreads news fast; person who gets picked to explain things

- society sees them as people who pass on knowledge between people or domains; remembered more for what they say rather than what they built

- tends to have had multiple jobs, hybrid roles, or a visible career shift; may have multiple public identities or inconsistent careers

- may work in writing, teaching, journalism, interpreting, social media, sales, tech support, data management, editing

- known for raising questions, disrupting assumptions, or challenging dominant narratives thru data, satire, or debating; stirring the pot without always resolving

- connects people, fields, or information; may leave behind infrastructures based on communication, like discussion groups, mailing lists, learning platforms, or publications

- could be remembered for being two-faced, manipulative, versatility, multitasking, inconsistency, scattered yet clever; tends to work thru information and movement, not physical labor

Tips: Keep moving and keep talking. Your visibility rises when you’re everywhere, saying things, asking questions, making noise. Don’t force depth, you win through volume, agility, and connection. Just keep ideas flowing.

Tropical MC Gemini: Keanu Reeves, Sharon Stone, Tim Robbins, Uma Thurman, Tom Hanks, Woody Allen, James Cagney, Doris Day, Madonna, Federico Fellini

Sidereal MC Gemini: Bruce Willis, Denzel Washington, Harrison Ford, Kate Winslet, Sissy Spacek, Derek Jacobi, Bing Crosby, John Garfield, Emma Watson, Roman Polanski

Cancer in the 10th house

“Known for caring, protecting, or supporting, even if emotionally heavy.”

Ex: one who holds everyone together during family/workplace stress; teacher who acts as a parent to students; person who’s always there when someone needs emotional backup

- carries maternal or domestic symbolism, “mother of the movement”; emotional continuity; nursing, hospitality, domestic services, food-related professions, national service, caregiving; “the one who made it feel like home”

- known for defending others thru protective or reactionary gestures, not in an aggressive way; might be seen as “shielding” a group or cause from harm

- builders of physical or ideological homes for displaced people or forgotten voices

- tends to establish caretaking institutions, like schools, shelters, hospitals, orphanages, animal sanctuaries, or family services; may not necessarily always work in these, but founding or preserving them

- honored within a group rather than above it; behind the scenes work rather than anything flashy or loud

Tips: Let people depend on you, but keep boundaries. You build power by showing up when others fall apart. Your care becomes magnetic when you stay emotionally solid. Be the shelter, not the sponge. Contain the storm, don’t absorb it.

Tropical MC Cancer: Bruce Willis, Denzel Washington, Harrison Ford, Kate Winslet, Sissy Spacek, Derek Jacobi, Bing Crosby, John Garfield, Emma Watson, Roman Polanski

Sidereal MC Cancer: Vin Diesel, Tom Cruise, Natalie Portman, Nicole Kidman, Dean Stockwell, Chevy Chase, River Phoenix, Robin Williams, Jennifer Aniston, Ida Lupino, Ice Cube, James France

Leo in the 10th house

“Known for standing out or leading, even if it’s just through presence”

Ex: manager who everyone notices when they walk into the room; one gets picked to speak or represent the group; one who throws together events just to bring people together

- rarely remembered in the background, often seen as someone who represented a group, cause, or era; person embodies something larger than themselves, like national pride, cultural respect, moral leadership, or heroic pride; their image becomes synonymous to a period or value system

- tends to work in public roles, performing arts, royalty-adjacent professions (like executive leadership, entertainment, figurehead positions), spokespersons; often remembered for how they carry themselves, not what they did; known more for presence and status than labor

- their power lies in influence not management; remembered as charismatic, dignified, or “larger than life”; authority by precense

- remembered as the moral reference point, or if corrupted as a tyrant or self-idolizer; wants to be admired for holding their role well

- tends to be performers, artists, influencers, moral compasses, iconic, or “sources of light”; can be resented for pride or loved for confidence

Tips: Get seen doing something bold. Visibility isn’t optional for you, it’s your fuel. Put yourself where people will notice your efforts (on stage, online, in front). Hiding kills momentum. Public trust builds when you own your presence.

Tropical MC Leo: Vin Diesel, Tom Cruise, Natalie Portman, Nicole Kidman, Dean Stockwell, Chevy Chase, River Phoenix, Robin Williams, Jennifer Aniston, Ida Lupino, Ice Cube, James France

Sidereal MC Leo: Kevin Kline, Edward Norton, Michael Douglas, Sydney Pollack, Jim Carrey, Charlie Chaplin, Bruce Lee, Shirley Temple, Björk, Janet Jackson, Chris Evans, Diana Ross, Nelson Mandela

Virgo in the 10th house

“Known for fixing problems or handling details, even if quietly”

Ex: one who notices what’s broken and fixes it; person who organizes group trips so it doesn’t fall apart; one who everyone depends on for instructions or troubleshooting

- remembered as the craftsman, expert, the analyst, or the problem solver; could be in medicine, accounting, engineering, clinical work, or any field that requires exactness

- tends to work in technical, repair, health, medicine, administration, research, any role that requires analysis or cleaning up; known for being extremely helpful yet under-appreciated; doesn’t push for credit

- tends to be invisible yet indispensable; legacy may be institutional, methodological, or tied to procedures that outlive them

- known for reform, criticism, or refinement; may leave behind corrected systems, improved tools, or cleaned-up methods of operation

- because virgo is a servant sign, they may be remembered for usefulness, modesty, and service to a larger cause without recognition or claiming “glory”

Tips: Fix what no one else wants to deal with. You thrive when you’re the one who notices the broken piece and quietly makes it work. Public recognition comes when you solve problems others ignore; not by flash, but by usefulness.

Tropical MC Virgo: Kevin Kline, Edward Norton, Michael Douglas, Sydney Pollack, Jim Carrey, Charlie Chaplin, Bruce Lee, Shirley Temple, Björk, Janet Jackson, Chris Evans, Diana Ross, Nelson Mandela, Brad Pitt

Sidereal MC Virgo: Brad Pitt, Ethan Hawke, Maggie Smith, Yun-Fat Chow, Donnie Yen, Daniel Baldwin, Roy Scheider, Peter Coyote, Nicolas Cage, Anjelica Huston, Winona Ryder, Jude Law, Andy Garcia

Libra in the 10th house

“Known for keeping things smooth or balanced, even if surface-level”

Ex: host who makes everyone feel comfortable even if they’re stressed inside; one who mediates arguments and finds fair solutions; friend who always looks put- together and knows the social rules

- remembered as judge, negotiator, or arbiter; brought two sides together, professionally or culturally; may be known for indecision, fairness, or charm; often remembered for how they handled people than a product; finding equilibrium in extremes

- reputation can suffer if they seem superficial or avoidant, yet still admired for their grace

- tends to work in event planning, match-making, advisory roles, law, diplomacy, public relations, arts/design

- known for their contributions to art, beauty, style, or proportion, like in law, design, diplomacy, or social customs

- their public face may be idealized, symbol of “how one should behave in public”; may be seen as charming, polite, balanced, or calculating and disingenuous

- rarely remembered for chaos, but society’s memory of equilibrium; the one who restored or modeled social order; peacemakers, aesthetes, and judges

Tips: Be the person who makes things smooth for everyone. When people feel better because you’re around, your stock rises. Use diplomacy and aesthetics to steer situations your way. You win by making others feel balanced and heard, then calling the shots subtly.

Tropical MC Libra: Liam Neeson, Sylvester Stalone, Goldie Hawn, Winona Ryder, Jodie Foster, James Earl Jones, Alan Alda, Ronald Reagan, Anne Hathaway, Pink

Sidereal MC Libra: Liam Neeson, Boris Karloff, Hugh Jackman, Paul Newman, Russel Crowe, George Segal, Kiefer Sutherland, Jane Fonda, Monica Belluci, Hilary Duff, Andrei Tarkovsky

Scorpio in the 10th house

“Known for controlling or transforming things, even if behind the scenes”

Ex: strategist who doesn’t say much but shapes big decisions; person who steps in quietly and handles crisis/chaos; one who knows all the secrets but shared known of their own

- intense, private, and often feared remembrance; remembered for transforming power, thru crisis, secrecy, or control

- known for creating deep, irreversible change; role involves trauma, death, power shifts, or exposure of hidden things

- seen as powerful behind the scenes, like strategist, fixer, or manipulator; known for having influence others didn’t understand; don’t show their cards; legacy is felt not advertised or exposed

- their name often evokes strong emotional responses, public may fear or mythologize them

- often remembered because they lead upheaval, like war, scandal, or reform

- tends to work in crisis roles, intelligence, surgery, investigation, psychology, finance, any power management field

Tips: Control your narrative, and don’t say too much. People watch you more than you think. Say less, but mean it. Protect your goals like a vault, and show power through strategy, not noise. Influence grows when you’re composed but intense.

Tropical MC Scorpio: Boris Karloff, Hugh Jackman, Paul Newman, Russel Crowe, George Segal, Kiefer Sutherland, Jane Fonda, Monica Belluci, Hilary Duff, Andrei Tarkovsky, Val Kilmer, Meg Ryan

Sidereal MC Scorpio: George Clooney, Bela Lugosi, Whoopi Goldberg, Orlando Bloom, Michael J. Fox, Gwyneth Paltrow, William Dafoe, Matt Damon, Aaliyah, Carl Gustav Jung

Sagittarius in the 10th house

“Known for pushing ideas or beliefs, even if they overreach”

Ex: one who turns every lesson into a life philosophy; traveler who brings back new views and tries to change how people think

- someone who expands perspectives, seen as guides, someone who’s moved between cultures, disciplines, or belief systems and translated meaning; missionary, philosopher, ethicist, lawmaker, judge, moral standard-bearer

- tends to work as teachers, priests, philosophers, foreign service, travel-based work, publishing, law, academics; remembered for what they taught, preached, or inspired; reputation comes from being visionary or opinionated

- leaves behind texts, teachings, or institutions of thought; often become a monument in society’s memory

- may bring foreign knowledge into domestic contexts or vice versa; associated with crossing physical or intellectual boundaries

- legacy may involve converting or reforming, society sees them as someone who spreads the truth; remembered for inspiring belief rather than executing plans

Tips: Keep teaching or sharing what you believe. Your authority grows when you’re vocal about big ideas, whether it’s through speaking, writing, mentoring, or guiding. Don’t hoard insights, use them to magnetize others toward your vision.

Tropical MC Sagittarius: George Clooney, Bela Lugosi, Whoopi Goldberg, Orlando Bloom, Michael J. Fox, Gwyneth Paltrow, William Dafoe, Matt Damon, Aaliyah, Carl Gustav Jung, Kim Novak

Sidereal MC Sagittarius: Sigourney Weaver, Morgan Freeman, Demi More, Alec Guinness, Greta Garbo, Heath Ledger, Snoop Dogg, John Lennon, Serena Williams, Beyonce Knowles

Capricorn in the 10th house

“Known for working their way up or taking charge, even if slowly”

Ex: person who starts as an intern and becomes team lead; one who keeps family together by handling responsibilities; student who works long hours while everyone else burns out

- founding governments (small or large), companies, orders, legal frameworks, or infrastructure; their impacts tends to be systemic, they make rules others live under

- tends to work in government, high-ranking positions, infrastructure, serious professions like law or architecture, institutional authority figure; often works above or behind others; doesn’t care if work is fun but effective; rarely leaves no impression

- society sees them as serious, reliable, and authoritative; remembered as someone who took on burdens no one else would; whether respected or feared depends on how they handled power

- known for being a public achiever, climbing to a visible rank; like CEO, judge, official, statesman, architect; reach the top thru discipline and time, not charm

- sometimes honored for not doing something, like restraint, silence, being abstinent; legacy includes stoicism, sacrifice, minimalism

Tips: Pick a long game and stick to it. Build your reputation like a brick wall, one block at a time. No shortcuts. People trust you more when you stay the course. Ambition is your engine, but consistency is the power move.

Tropical MC Capricorn: Sigourney Weaver, Morgan Freeman, Demi More, Alec Guinness, Greta Garbo, Heath Ledger, Snoop Dogg, John Lennon, Serena Williams, Beyonce Knowles, Penélope Cruz

Sidereal MC Capricorn: Peter Jackson, Will Smith, Jackie Chan, Kristen Stewart, Virginia Madsen, Tchéky Karyo, Halle Berry, Tim Burton, Coluche, Patrick Duffy, Errol Flynn, Gary Cooper

Aquarius in the 10th house

“Known for doing things differently or breaking the mold, even if misunderstood”

Ex: tech-savvy person who fixes systems but avoids company politics; one who sticks to unpopular views for the sake of principle; person whose strange ideas become useful later

- remembered for reforming systems, like social engineer, ideologue, or administrative visionary; often seen as ahead of their time or alienating

- tends to work in engineering, science, politics, activism, system design, reform, collective/group/cause planning

- public identity is tied to abstract ideals, like justice, equality, and progression

- may not be tied to a single identity, but a movement or institution; their ideas endure, often without being personally understood; works for long game not emotional payoff

- society views them as outsiders, reformers, or long-range thinkers; often tied to unorthodox methods; reputation is built around ideas or change not personality

- may only be fully recognized after their death or during social shifts they predicted

Tips: Play up what makes you different, but tie it to something useful. Originality alone isn’t enough. Make your odd ideas practical. You magnetize respect by solving problems with unexpected thinking, not just rebelling to rebel.

Tropical MC Aquarius: Peter Jackson, Will Smith, Jackie Chan, Kristen Stewart, Virginia Madsen, Tchéky Karyo, Halle Berry, Tim Burton, Coluche, Patrick Duffy, Errol Flynn, Gary Cooper

Sidereal MC Aquarius: Cate Blanchett, Ben Affleck, Drew Barrymore, Kurt Russell, Orson Welles, Cher, Mickey Rouke, Louis de Funès, Howard Hughes, Lindsay Lohan, Michael Jordan, Matthew McConaughey

Pisces in the 10th house

“Known for inspiring or softening the world, even if unclear or messy”

Ex: the artist whose work hits people emotionally but they don’t know why; person who sacrifices their own time to lift others up

- known for religion, healing, martyrdom, or sacrifice

- tends to leave behind poetry, film, fantasy, or music, medias that transcend logic; their legacy is rooted in feeling not instruction

-their identity is diffused, others project meaning onto them; might be misunderstood, erased, or mythologized

- tends to be associated with asylums, spiritual service, or care for the forgotten

- their memory often grows stronger after they’re gone, or becomes legend; stories may be told about them that don’t match facts; fame is often after death

- they are remembered symbolically, as dreamers, visionaries, or selfless helpers; their life may be unclear but their image is a powerful feeler

Tips: Work through feeling, not structure, then package it for the world. You don’t operate in straight lines, and that’s fine. Let your sensitivity lead, but make your output visible: art, care work, intuition, creativity. Turn the vibe into something real people can grasp.

Tropical MC Pisces: Cate Blanchett, Ben Affleck, Drew Barrymore, Kurt Russell, Orson Welles, Cher, Mickey Rouke, Louis de Funès, Howard Hughes, Lindsay Lohan, Michael Jordan, Matthew McConaughey

Sidereal MC Pisces: Julia Roberts, Mel Gibson, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Liv Tyler, Robert De Niro, Cameron Diaz, Jeff Goldblum, Tim Curry, Matt LeBlanc, Angelina Jolie, Jessica Lange, Al Pacino

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astrolook · 4 months ago

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Astrology of Almost: Why You Keep Getting So Close (But Never Quite There)

Ever feel like you're always almost getting what you want? Like the universe is dangling success, love, or opportunities in front of you, only to snatch them away at the last second? Yeah. These birth chart placements that turn life into a never-ending game of so close, yet so far.

Saturn in the 10th house – Career achievements feel like they come with a 20-year waiting period and a soul-crushing trial first.

Mars square Saturn – You have the drive, but something (or someone) is always in the way. Feels like running a marathon… in quicksand.

Venus retrograde – Love life? A series of almost-relationships, missed connections, and texting “what if” at 2 AM.

Mercury retrograde in the 3rd house – Constantly misreads important emails. Probably missed a life-changing opportunity because it went to spam.

Neptune in the 1st house – The main character of a romantic tragedy where people admire you but never choose you.

Chiron in the 7th house – Attracts soulmates who are just here to teach painful lessons before moving on to find happiness with someone else.

Jupiter in the 12th house – Luck is always technically there, but it’s hidden like an Easter egg in a game you don’t know how to play.

Pluto square Sun – Every time you think you’re thriving, the universe says, “Time for another transformation!” and flips the table.

Uranus in the 6th house – Tries to stick to a routine but ends up in chaotic job situations where stability is almost within reach… before everything implodes.

Saturn on the North Node – Destiny? Yeah, you’ll get there. But only after life drags you through a decade of delays, obstacles, and hard-earned lessons.

Moon opposite Neptune – Dreams big, but self-doubt and a sneaky sense of disillusionment make every goal feel just out of reach.

Venus in the 8th house – Deep, soul-stirring love? Sure! But only after a cycle of karmic partners who emotionally wreck you first.

Mercury square Neptune – Says all the right things in the wrong moments. Ever had a genius thought, only to forget it the second you open your mouth?

Mars in the 12th house – Wants to take action, but overthinks so much that the moment passes. Probably almost punched someone but never followed through.

South Node in the 2nd house – Financial stability is almost easy… until you self-sabotage because of past-life issues with money.

Saturn in the 5th house – The universe looks at your creative projects and love life and says, “Patience, child.” Forever.

Neptune in the 10th house – Career path? More like a mystical fog. Almost lands the dream job, but somehow ends up in situationships with employers instead.

Jupiter square Venus – Attracts good things but always overdoes it. Ever almost had financial success before blowing it on a big risk?

Sun square Uranus – Wants to be different, but being unique comes with constant unexpected roadblocks. Almost fits in, almost stands out… stuck in between.

Basically, if your life feels like a cosmic joke where everything almost works out, your birth chart is probably guilty. But don’t worry—the universe is just making sure you really earn it.

✨ Curious about what’s holding you back? DM me for a complete astrology reading and let’s decode your chart! ✨

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der7py · 1 year ago

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Yandere Ceo x reader

Damien Sanchez. Easily one of the world'overs biggest ceo owners ever, owning nearly over 50 companies, and being married over 42 different times since he was 18. It was no shocker. He was incredibly crude and stuck up to all of his employees. But he's more soft towards you, little butterfly.

Warnings: Mature language, age gap, implied murder, work abuse, unfair amount of power in the work field, degradation, Slight babying if you squint, unfair treatment, favoritism

Working for the Damien Sanchez was definitely an opportunity you didn't want to pass! Even if all former and current employees were strongly advising against it.

You worked as a receptionist in one of his companies on the first floor. Apparently, each floor was something completely different than the last! But it was advised in the rules you mind your own business on your own floor.

You barely ever saw the boss. But it was fine! You made bank as a receptionist, so running into the boss wasn't really any of your concern. He probably wasn't even that bad!

That was until you heard a strong voice yelling at another employee from the 5th floor.

Apparently, his coffee wasn't brewed right, and that warranted him firing the employee on the spot. Soon, the elevator made a ding, and the big man himself stomped right over to you. You could've sworn all of the employees scattered like rats.

"You! Yes, you! Go brew me a dark coffee. None of that sweet stuff now get going or so help me god I'll fire you too!" You immediately ran to the closet coffee maker to make it for him. You had bills to pay!

You rushed back over with his coffee, where he was impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. You were surprised you didn't spill it everywhere, or fall straight on your face the way you practically threw it in his hands.

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He sipped his coffee, clearly taking his time while you squirmed under his gaze. Jesus, he really was intimidating with how fast your job could be on the line. "Mm... good job. What's your name?" He asked, raising a brow at you and your squirming figure. You immediately straightened up, letting out a silent sigh of relief. "Y/n Mr. Sanchez!" He nodded his head, snapping his fingers as he drank more of his coffee. "How unique. Anyways, you're moving up in the ranks, kid. 10th floor as my new assistant, get your bags." Without another word, he walked to the elevator and took it all the way back up.

Holy shit. Holy shit! Did you just get promoted?! This job was even better than what you thought! You wasted no time packing everything up and running to the elevator, a big grin on your face. You were eating good this week! As you checked your phone to tell your friends and family the good news, you forgot you had an article about your boss pulled up.

It was no surprise to anyone that your boss had been married 42 different times. You did admire him for his pull game, but figured he had bad luck. Maybe they were all gold diggers! But apparently, people had theories of what really was happening. All of his spouses mysteriously disappeared a few days after Damien and his newly wed spouse got married. Then he'd get all the inheritance money and whatever companies they owned, considering all 42 were rich. Some people were theorizing, he murdered them. Man people were crazy with their conspiracy theories.

But you remembered you never did see the old assistant leave the building.

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He liked how eager you were to take the new position as his assistant. Maybe you wouldn't fuck up as much as his old assistant. The old bastard could barely make a coffee for him.

You took your new role very seriously, and he appreciated that about you. Even if the other employees picked on you for being relatively young. They all disappeared anyway.

Over the few weeks, he found himself drawn to you. You were his little butterfly. So full of life unlike the other scum in all of his companies.

He made sure to be extra careful and lenient with you. Oh, you accidentally misfiled an extremely important file? Oh, it's fine, darling. He used to make that mistake all the time.

Oh, you spilled coffee on his brand new outfit? It's fine, little butterfly, he has the same outfit 5 times just in case.

But anytime, any other employee dare make a mistake as little as dropping a staple while he was walking? Fired immediately. What were they thinking? Idiots.

You never noticed how much more soft he was with you. And he was determined to keep it that way. He didn't want you getting hurt over any special treatment you definitely might be receiving.

He felt alive with you. Hell! Sometimes, he upped your pay just because you smiled at him! You really were a precious angel that needed to be protected. A butterfly with delicate wings.

Just quit researching about his past spouses' disappearances, or else he'll have to clip those pretty little wings before you fly too far and find out what really happened.

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batboyblog · 4 months ago

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I've seen this meme and the pop wisdom idea behind it a lot, that if Democrats just manned up like the South Koreans they could stop Trump. SO! its now my job to explain BASIC FUCKING facts to people because they're talking nonsense about easily googlable information.

This is South Korean President Yoon Suk Yeol of the center-right, conservative, People Power Party. He was elected President in 2022. Like in the United States, South Korea has mid-term elections, where South Korea's Congress, the National Assembly is up for elections while the President isn't. Unlike America South Korea's National Assembly has only one House. Any ways they had their midterm in 2024:

The opposition center-left, liberal Democratic Party won, overwhelmingly. The election was April 10th, they took office May 30th. Soon the opposition was doing what an opposition given power does, it was fighting President Yoon about his disastrous budget plans and trying to hold the First Lady Kim Keon-hee to account for alleged corruption. If this all sounds a bit like Trump, good job Yoon has been called "South Korea's Trump".

any ways 6 months into having an opposition run National Assembly Yoon declared martial law and sent soldiers to try to shut down the National Assembly. Everyone watched Democratic Assembly Members bravely climb fences and barricade the chamber doors to vote to end martial law. Here's what you have to understand about that vote

190 National Assembly members voted, 172 of them? We're Democrats and their allies. The President's People Power Party mostly stood by him. They keep standing by him in the days that followed. Four Days after President Yoon tried to use the Military to throw out the elected National Assembly and make himself dictator, the first try to impeach him, failed

105 out of the 108 the President's PPP party in the Assembly stood by him, after he tried to coup the country. Only 7 days later after overwhelming public pressure and the arrest of many key Presidential aids did an impeachment vote pass (he still hasn't been convicted)

only 12 PPP members broke with their Party and its President, 12 was enough, but the overwhelming majority? voted to protect the President who just tried to overthrow the country.

SO! Much like Donald Trump President Yoon didn't need to overthrow the country for the first 2 years of his term because he had a puppet Congress willing to go along with his corruption. With-in 6 months of dealing with a National Assembly that stood up to him the wheels came off and he imploded. But even after the most spectacular implosion on the International stage I've ever seen his party stood by him. If the Democratic Party didn't have a majority? and most important a BIG majority, a majority where even a small number of PPP defections was enough to get the 2/3rds they needed Yoon would still be President right now, if Democrats had a 2-3 seat majority in the National Assembly? they would have never gotten the votes to impeach.

We can see overlap in the American experience. In Trump's first term his own party in Congress never challenged him and largely stayed united behind him. In 2018 he lost the midterm elections which meant he was held to account and in fairly short order impeached, it took 8 months from Democrats taking office to an impeachment inquire to get underway. Like President Yoon Trump was not able to function under any kind of pushback. But unlike the South Korean Democrats the American Democrats didn't have an overwhelming majority in the Senate (Koreans don't even have a Senate) so Trump was not convicted. And the second time he was impeached after like Yoon trying to overthrow the Congress and become dictator, there were like in South Korea a handful of defectors from his own party, but unlike Korea The Democratic majority in the 2021 Senate wasn't large enough to have those Republican votes matter

So brave displays are good and important, but they don't mean much without the power, the votes to back it up. Elect Democrats in 2026 and they will, in less than a year of taking office, impeach Trump. Trump can't function with an opposition, he can't do it, he'll do something and they will HAVE TO vote to remove him. But the key is they need to votes to do it, because most Republicans? will go down with the ship, there's no red lines for them, if Democrats don't have big majorities, Trump hanging onto 90% of his party in the Senate will save his ass, again.

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Short solar return observations

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H a r m o o n i x

*This chart has nothing to do with your natal chart, Solar return charts happen every year *only* after your birthday. Not before, so make sure to make your solar return chart only after your birthday has passed* 🪽☀️

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Saturn in the 7th house = Relationships can be a struggle or hard to understand for you this year. You may spend some time alone thinking of your past relationships and healing yourself (for those who may have been broken up)

Sun in the 1st house = You got a lot of focus upon yourself this year. You may shine this year and everything looks nice for you

Pluto in the 4th house = Maybe moving from your home/house somewhere else? Intensity and changing in your family members lives

Venus in your 10th house = You can experience a good glowup this year. Maybe at your job or workplace (if you work) maybe you met a lover this year at your job

Mars/Lilith/Saturn or Pluto in the 11th house = May bring fake friends or arguing with your friends a lot this year, be careful to not get betrayed by friends

Sun in the 6th house = You have to focus a lot on yourself this year, maybe on your needs and on your health is very needed. You may also look for a job to work for or you may adopt a pet

Moon in the 8th house = You can find yourself being very intense and moody this year, you may be surrounded by people who have been hurt by others this year and you can help them

Uranus in the 7th house = You can met unexpected people this year, or even having relationship with them. It may be any kind of relationship. You can end up with an unexpected circle of people

Aries/Leo Moon = You can gain a lot of confidence this year, trusting yourself more everyday and get stronger day by day

Gemini Rising/Mercury/Moon = You can find yourself being more communicative and more social this year, you can end up with having good conversations with others and gain a good social life

Sagittarius Mercury in your Solar Return chart can indicate learning a new language or having a passion towards learning a new language in that year

Having your solar return chart with the same placements as you natal chart can indicate that the specific year may be an easy year for you

Pisces Moon/Venus in your solar return chart can indicate a lot of love towards your passions, whatever passion you have make sure to follow it and to complete it

Leo Rising in your solar return chart can indicate a big glow up about the way you view yourself in that specific year, you can change a lot of things about yourself

Aquarius Venus or Aquarius in the 7th house can indicate meeting a lover online or having an online relationship that year, maybe even making friends in online

Cancer Moon/Cancer Rising can indicate spending more time with your mother in that year, like having a good bound between a mom - child relationship

Jupiter in the 9th house in your solar return chart can indicate good grades in your school. Having luck at your school/highschool/university etc but also traveling a lot in that year

Venus - Chiron aspects in your solar return chat indicate healing yourself and the traumatic episodes that may happened in the past.

Saturn in the 1st house = Can indicate a fear about their appearance or maybe an insecurity about the way they look, you'll improve yourself a lot when you have this placement in your solar return chart

Virgo Moon/Virgo Rising can indicate that you may tend to focus on work and on your health, but also you can be quite criticizing that year, you can blame yourself a lot when you have this placement

Aries/Mars in the 4th house = Intensity around their family, you may have arguments often in your house but there can also be that you spend less time with your family that year

Sun/Venus in the 11th house= Attracting a lot of friends or you just tend to be more into friends relationships in that specific year. Good relationships

If you work or have a job and you have Venus in you 2nd house in your SR chart you can make good money that year, you can actually be blessed financially

Jupiter in the 11th house can indicate a desire that may come true year. 11th house is also the house of desires/wishes and Jupiter will expand that way more

Pluto/Neptune in the 12th house in your SR return chart can indicate you can experience weird dreams that year, some of them can be signs from your spirits

Sagittarius Moon in your SR can mean that you may start a journal/album that year, the subject can be about whatever happens in your life in that current year

Lilith in the 1st house in your SR chart can attract a lot of envy from people that year, you may look very attractive in this specific year and that can create envy around you

Jupiter in the 2nd house in your solar return chart can indicate having luck with money and your finances.

Hekate (100) in the 12th house in your solar return chart can indicate you can have a very powerful intuition that year or you can be more aware of your spirituality

Pluto/Lilith in the 6th house can cause questions about your health in that year so if you have these placements in your SR chart make sure to call a doctor for a body check

I have seen people worrying about having Jupiter in the 1st in their SR return charts saying they can gain weight, which at some circumstances it can be right but it can show a good development of your personality that year

Moon - Saturn harsh aspects in your SR return chart can indicate being a bit anxious that year about some specific thing happening in your life or a fear that you have to let out

Mars - Moon aspects in your SR return chart can mean that you may develop string emotions like anger and frustration that year. You may need to calm down a bit when it's happening in that year

Mercury in the 5th house = Can be a good year to make a good impression about yourself in case you had bad impressions in the past

Sun in the 7th house in that year can prioritize relationship a lot, you may met someone who you may prioritize or be obsessed with that year

Mars/Saturn in the 1st > If you decide to do gym in this specific year, it can help you to gain some muscles easier, also a lot of personality development

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✦ ✧ - Good day to everyone, have you ever checked your solar return? Your solar return will predict what happens in that specific year for you, and here I made some observations of some placements I met through some people charts, there are not quite a lot but I will make more parts of this in the future 🔜✨

✨ Have a blessed day and a very very very warming mood to be around you during this wonderful day ✨

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brokenspider-lilies · 5 months ago

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Mortals behave in such funny ways around Gods. They tend to bend themselves over simply for the slight acknowledgment from the heavenly beings. Mydei never understood the pleasure of watching someone make a fool of themselves for the amusement of the Gods. Even when he became one, his temple did not receive the usual worship. If there was one place in Amphoreus that remained gloomy and devoid of all attention, it was his domain.

Yet, his life of godhood was peaceful. All he had known was wrath, war, and blood. For once, after all he had encountered, Mydei could finally go to sleep without the screams and pleas resonating inside his bones. He had put to rest the fury of his people, and he could now focus on his growth, peace, and eternal solitude.

As walls grew around his heart and temple, so did the rumors.

"Mydei does not care for worshipers. Mydei is too difficult. Mydei required more offerings than any other Gods. Mydei will unleash his wrath upon you."

The whisper of the wind would bring these rumors to his own ears. And oh, how much he rejoyced upon them. No work had to be done when it came to driving worshipers away. The talks around the planet were doing the job quite easily. And thus, the mighty and great Mydei was left with no worshipers.

And how much of a blessing that was. If only it had lasted for more than a hundred years.

Unaware of the changes and turmoils his life had yet to undergo, Mydei sat atop his throne of blood and fear, his sight averted from those around him. Aglaea and Tribbie, the first Gods to welcome him on his new path, had yet to receive a sign from him. All anyone knew was that the great God of Strife was passing his immortal days confined to his throne.

That is why historians suppose Mydei was unaware of the arrival of a follower. Busy with his solitude, he had not contacted you until it was too late. Your garments were already adorning his colors, your prayers had reshapped around his name, and your gospel was spreading to the masses.

You were known for being godless. One of the heretics, they called you. You had grown up with science as your beacon of light, the teachings of your parents being the only things you had ever believed. While your peers believed in the stories and myths of immortal beings, you knew that, past the stars in the sky, there was another world waiting for you.

And then you encountered strife. Not Mydei himself, but its action. You saw blood, bodies, and death piling on top of your own house, your own village, and your entire being. Friends, family, and peers were all lost due to the incompetence of humankind and petty fights. While the rest of the planet lived, your village came to its end. And no one batted an eyelash. Not even the Gods.

In the span of less than a week, you had changed completely. Some chalked it down to the stress and pain you had just gone through. You might have even agreed with them, if only deep down, you did not have a tormenting voice reminding you that Mydei stood where your family had perished.

Now, his colors adorned your body; his temple was your new home. He might not have known it, but you had done the impossible just for him. You had walked for days and nights with no end just to reach his door. Food had been scarce on your journey, but hunger was nothing compared to the yearning you had for him. Once you had stood in his temple, all of your worries had vanished; the pain and aching in your bones were but a mere afterthought.

You had fallen in love. You were not sure if it had happened during your journey or if you were destined from birth to live this emotion. But your place was here. Mydei's temple was now your home.

Yet, you had to wait 30 days before he addressed you. Not even aware of your presence at first, Mydei had thought you would have left by the 10th day. Yet, you kneeled and prayed and slept and worshipped him without requesting anything back. You did not ask for the souls of your beloveds to come back. You did not ask for mercy at his hands. You did not ask for money, gold, fame, or power. The only thing you had hoped for was acknowledgment.

And on the 30th day, you received it. A firm, deep voice made your ears ring. You would have chalked it to your imagination if only the voice had not asked you to leave his temple. Only one man would have such a request.

"Leave at once. There is nothing to gain here."

As harsh as the words were, they did not have the power to push you away. So you stayed. You responded, requesting an audience with Mydei. What guts you had, asking for a meeting with the God of Strife. He would have laughed in your face if he had not taken you seriously.

But he did. The look in your eyes told him that you truly wanted to see him. If only he had been stronger. If only you had not started a fire in his soul. If only he had not yearned for a companion.

Before he knew it, his physical form had materialized before you. Mydei stood before you, his first worshiper, the one he would make a sage of the Temple of Strife.

The first few months with you were now a blur in his memory. From your first encounter to the lengthy talk about your village to the apologies shared between you two, everything was but a coherent string of events in Mydei's mind. He wasn't the type to forget so easily, but the new changes in his life had taken him by surprise.

As his sage, you had many more encounters with him. Daily talks, walks around the domain, nightly rendezvous. These were but the few things you did together. As the only being around you, Mydei had become your confidant, your other half. You found comfort in his presence, even with the knowledge that he had taken your loved ones away.

And Mydei found peace with you. The pending doom in his body had subdued since you had entered his life. You were his anchor, keeping him grounded to reality. He tried to match his breathing to yours; he would listen to your heartbeat, he would do anything to keep one foot in your world, to make himself feel mortal.

"There is nothing good that will come out of this. Gods and mortals cannot co-exist."

Those were the words he would utter at times. And each time, you reminded him that between you two, there was no co-existence. You belonged together. You were meant to be together. The Fates had intertwined your lives together. It was not just mere co-existence; it was a prophecy that must have been written in the stars.

Mydei believed every word of it. As love-struck as he was, he could not possibly see that every time you reassured him, you looked away from him. And you hated the lies you were spewing.

It was only after you had betrayed him that he realized what you two had was not love. It was revenge. He had spent so many years chasing his own anger and retribution that he had missed the signs you left behind your trail.

Of course, you marched down to his temple. Of course, you had spent weeks in filth just to get his attention. Of course, you had pushed your limits to make him lower his guard.

And you attacked when he least expected it. While he sat next to you, dreaming of a world where you two could live forever, he felt the sharp object plunge into his back. And you stood there, your hands wrapped around the knife, as you saw the blood pooling under him, you dreamt of a life in your village. A life he robbed you of.

You had known his weak spot. He told you himself where it was. And you used it against him. You had one chance, and you had to make it count. You had to kill a God. And you did.

Historians always remember this story as a revenge plot, a scheme you had concocted to get back at a God for taking everything away from you.

But they never asked themselves, why did you have a funeral for your God? Why did you stay in his temple, maintaining it? Why did you still pray to him and write your gospels in books for future generations? Why did you lay in your own tomb, right next to him? Why did you die with a smile on your face, knowing you will see him?

#mydeimos #hsr mydei #mydei #mydei x reader #honkai star rail mydei #mydei ooc #mydei x you #mydei x gn!reader #god!mydei #i have been thinking about this one for days now #i love mydei so much #hsr writing

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hopefullyyoursmcg · 6 months ago

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Routine part ii

When you were younger, you weren’t exactly normal. It wasn't anything serious, but unlike most kids who would cry, yell, or giggle, you always had a serious face. You could smile, but that didn’t happen often. Your mother grew concerned for you as you went from toddler to child. So when you were 5, she took you to the doctor, as it would only be a few more months until it was time for you to go to elementary school, and worried about how the other children would treat you.

The doctor didn’t give a clear answer, “there was nothing physically wrong with the child.”

All the Doctor could say was “This child is just quiet for her age.”

Your mother left that office more confused than ever. However, she was going to do her best to raise this small child to the best of her abilities.

Something your mother loved was routine. She loved organization and making sure things fall into place. She did so in work and at home.

Your mother wasn't strict or anything. She even gave you a little whiteboard with the week on it and some magnets that had different symbols to create a cute timetable. Your mother wasn't strict with you, she didn’t want to force you to follow it but she placed it in the living room, and showed you how it worked.

That was the first time your mother had seen you smile since you were a baby. The two of you ‘played’ with the whiteboard, making sure everything was in its place for the week.

You missed that whiteboard.

As you grew up in the manor, Alfred gave you a weekly planner book for your 10th birthday. You used that planner every single day. Planning your day was calming.

It felt like your mom was just over your shoulder helping you.

As time passed by, your planners began to become an obsession, not only was it able to calm you down by reminding you of your mother. You felt like you were in control. You knew everything that was happening and was about to happen.

If things didn’t go to plan, you would fall into a dark place. You would furiously write changes to your plan on your desk for hours on end. The longest you had ever gone was the rest of the evening without a drink of water or food.

As you got older, the planners continued in your life but the obsession wasn't as strong as it was when you were younger but you still followed your planner and you could always follow your life plan.

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Life didn’t go as planned.

The old you would have hide yourself in your room trying to fix this problem. Unfortunately, as a mother to a 10-month-old wasn’t an option.

During your pregnancy, you were still able to work at your new job. It helped that your manager(Alice Rogers) was a single mother of two kids, so she was able to have some sort of sympathy for you. There was also the fact, that after training, it was evident that you were an efficient receptionist at the front desk. You did every task that you were given and never complained, you were quiet yet blunt, meaning you were able to befriend the older ladies who worked beside you at the reception.

There were of course a few hick ups here and there.

There was the fact that during the first trimester, every single time you smelled your co-worker's very strong perfume you would need to excuse yourself to throw up your breakfast. When you stood up to go on your lunch break you nearly fainted from being so dizzy.

The pregnancy hormones weren’t the only annoying thing. Despite befriending your fellow receptionists, there were still the other departments that weren’t so friendly. When once going up to your friend who was in the HR department, you passed a group of young ladies you heard one of them whispered “That’s the whore I told you about”. Which resulted in you somehow making the girl cry by saying something along the lines of “Oh you must be the woman that’s getting fired with no pay.”

Besides work, you were able to get a decent apartment. If you could call it that. You wanted something practical and safe. You found that Haven Heights Apartments was one of the few places available that was on the safer side of Gotham, so you took your chance at it immediately. Use a good amount of what was left of your trust fund to live there to ensure you were comfortable and were at least somewhere to shield your child.

With help from your friends, you were able to make that empty apartment into a home. With a small nursery waiting for your new baby boy.

Your friends offered to through a gender reveal party but you wanted to just have a small gathering with a little cake in the middle. Despite that, your friends being the amazing people they were, spoiled you with presents. You remember the dramatic gasps they let out when you smiled at the pile they made for you and started an immediate photo shoot to “capture the historical event.”

Speaking of historical events, when the cake was cut, Samantha (the friend in HR) yelled FOOD FIGHT, and the blue cake was spattered everywhere imaginable. You still find traces of cake crumbs and icing to this day despite making your friends do all the cleaning.

The name part was easy for you, you decided to pick the name Eddie, named after an amazing side character from your favorite novel.

What wasn't easy was the actual day you had to give birth. Thankfully when your due date approached your friends and you had all agreed that one would stay with you and help with getting you to the hospital, so getting to the hospital went smoothly. What didn’t go smoothly was giving birth to Eddie.

It felt like days had passed, all you remember was everything was blurry and painful and the next moment, you heard crying.

You couldn’t see at first due to tears and being a bit dizzy.

But then you saw a blurry figure walk towards you and carefully put a small bundle of soft blankets in your arms.

As your version cleared, you saw him. Your baby boy.

“congratulations mama, your baby is healthy and strong” The nurse said gently

The small baby in your arms wiggled around, letting out small sounds.

You couldn’t even describe what you were feeling. But you loved this baby, you loved him with your entire being. You were going to do your best to protect him no matter what.

“Hi Eddie…...

I'm your mum.”

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Shout out to @cheust for letting me name the baby after one of her characters!

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Title: A Decade of Us

YN, a woman who has spent her life fulfilling her parents' expectations as the eldest daughter, feels unfulfilled despite her 10-year relationship with her supportive boyfriend, Wonwoo. Pairing: Non-idol Wonwoo x reader Genre: Heavy angst (yn's parents are toxic)

The soft hum of the city filtered through the open window of the quaint café where yn sat, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. The steam had long since faded, leaving the liquid cold, much like the hollow ache in her chest. Across from her, Wonwoo sat with his hands folded, his dark eyes watching her with a quiet intensity that had always made her feel seen. Today, though, that gaze felt like a weight she couldn’t bear.

It was their 10th anniversary.

Ten years ago, on a crisp autumn evening much like this one, Wonwoo had asked her to be his girlfriend. They were just 20 then, two college students with big dreams and bigger hearts. Yn had said yes without hesitation, her laughter echoing through the park as he slipped a simple silver ring onto her finger—a promise ring, he’d called it. They’d been inseparable ever since, the kind of couple everyone envied. Friends called them the "chill couple," the ones who never fought, who always seemed to understand each other without words. To the outside world, they were perfect. Destined to last forever.

But forever, yn had come to realize, was a fragile thing.

She glanced at Wonwoo now, his sharp features softened by the warm glow of the café lights. He was still as handsome as the day they’d met—maybe even more so, with the quiet confidence that came with age. At 30, he was everything she’d ever wanted: kind, steady, unwavering. He’d been her rock through every storm, her safe harbor when the waves of her life threatened to pull her under. And there had been so many storms.

Yn’s life had never truly been her own. As the eldest daughter, she’d grown up under the weight of her parents’ expectations. They were good people, loving in their own way, but their love came with a price. They’d pinned their hopes on her, their dreams for a better future resting squarely on her shoulders. “You’re the one who’ll make us proud,” her mother would say, her voice a mix of pride and pressure. “You’re the one who’ll do what we couldn’t.”

So yn had done it all. She’d studied law, even though her heart yearned to paint. She’d taken a high-paying job at a prestigious firm, even though the long hours and endless cases drained her soul. She’d followed the path her parents had laid out for her, step by obedient step, because she was the eldest. Because she couldn’t let them down. Because she didn’t know how to say no.

Through it all, Wonwoo had been there. He’d held her when she cried after failing her first bar exam, whispering that she was enough, even if she didn’t believe it. He’d stayed up with her during late-night study sessions, bringing her coffee and massaging her shoulders when the stress became too much. He’d celebrated her victories, no matter how small, and mourned her losses, no matter how big. He’d been her constant, her anchor, the one person who never asked her to be anything other than herself.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? YN didn’t know who 'herself' was anymore.

The realization had crept up on her slowly, like a shadow lengthening at dusk. At first, it was just a vague unease, a quiet whisper in the back of her mind. This isn’t what I want. But she’d ignored it, pushing it down with the same determination she’d used to pass her exams, to win her cases, to make her parents proud. She’d told herself she was fine. She had a good job, a loving boyfriend, a stable life. What more could she want?

But the whisper grew louder over the years, turning into a scream she couldn’t ignore. She hated her job, the endless cycle of paperwork and court dates. She hated the way her parents bragged about her to their friends, as if she were a trophy rather than a person. She hated the way she’d let their dreams become her own, even as her real dreams—the ones she’d buried deep inside—withered away.

And, most of all, she hated herself for letting it happen.

The resentment had started to seep into every part of her life, poisoning even the things she loved. She’d become distant, detached, snapping at her friends over small things, withdrawing from the people who cared about her. She’d stopped painting, stopped laughing, stopped feeling like the person she used to be. And Wonwoo… God, she loved him so much it hurt, but even he couldn’t fix this. He couldn’t save her from herself.

“Babe,” Wonwoo’s voice broke through her thoughts, soft but firm. “You’ve been quiet for a while. What’s going on?”

She looked up at him, her heart clenching at the concern in his eyes. He always knew when something was wrong, even when she tried to hide it. It was one of the things she loved most about him—his ability to see her, really see her, even when she couldn’t see herself. But tonight, that same ability felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

“I…” She swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. “I need to talk to you about something.”

He leaned forward slightly, his expression shifting to one of quiet alertness. “Okay,” he said, his voice steady. “You know you can tell me anything.”

She did know that. It was why this was so hard.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” she began, her voice trembling. “About my life. About… us.”

Wonwoo’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. He just waited, giving her the space she needed to find the words.

“I love you, Wonwoo,” she said, and the truth of it made her chest ache. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. You’ve been my everything for the past ten years. You’ve been there for me through everything—my parents, my job, all the pressure… I don’t know how I would’ve made it without you.”

His expression softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I love you too, YN. You know that.”

“I do,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “But… I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

The smile faded from his face, replaced by a look of quiet shock. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I mean…” She took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep going. “I mean I need to figure out who I am. On my own.”

Wonwoo stared at her, his eyes searching hers for answers she wasn’t sure she could give. “Yn, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I need to break up,” she said, the words tearing at her like shards of glass. “I need to… I need to find myself, Wonwoo. I’ve spent my whole life living for other people—for my parents, for their dreams, for what they wanted me to be. I don’t even know what I want anymore. I don’t know who I am without all of that. And I can’t keep going like this. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay when I’m not.”

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze dropping to the table between them. When he finally spoke, his voice was raw, laced with a pain that mirrored her own. “And you think breaking up with me is the answer?”

“No,” she said quickly, her eyes filling with tears. “I don’t think it’s the answer. I don’t want to lose you, Wonwoo. You’re… you’re everything to me. I feel like without you, I’m nothing. But that’s the problem. I’ve made you my whole world, and I’ve lost myself in the process. I need to figure out who I am without you, without my parents, without all the expectations. I need to find my own dreams, not someone else’s.”

He looked up at her then, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’ve watched you struggle, yn,” he said quietly. “I’ve seen how hard it’s been for you, how much you’ve sacrificed for your parents. I’ve always wanted to help you, to be there for you. But if this is what you need… if this is what will make you happy… then I won’t stand in your way.”

The tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks as she reached across the table to take his hand. “I’m so sorry, Wonwoo,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to hurt you. I love you so much. But I can’t keep going like this. I need to do this for me.”

He squeezed her hand, his grip tight but gentle, and she could see the pain in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched as he fought to keep his composure. “I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I know you do. And I love you enough to let you go, even if it kills me.”

They sat there for a long time, their hands clasped across the table, tears streaming down both their faces. The café around them faded away, the chatter of other patrons and the clink of dishes becoming nothing more than background noise. In that moment, it was just the two of them, saying goodbye to a decade of love, a decade of memories, a decade of us.

When they finally stood to leave, the air outside felt colder than it had before. Wonwoo walked her to her car, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders hunched against the chill. YN turned to him, her heart breaking all over again at the sight of him standing there, so strong and yet so broken.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “For everything.”

He nodded, his eyes meeting hers one last time. “Be happy, YN,” he said softly. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

And then he turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the night as yn stood there, watching him go. She felt like a piece of her was leaving with him, like she was losing the best part of herself. But for the first time in years, she also felt a flicker of something else—hope. Hope that she could find herself again, that she could build a life that was truly hers.

As she got into her car and drove away, the city lights blurring through her tears, yn made a promise to herself. She would find her dreams, her real dreams, the ones she’d buried so deep she’d almost forgotten they existed. She would paint again, travel, explore, live for herself and no one else. And maybe, just maybe, one day she’d find her way back to Wonwoo—not as the broken girl he’d loved for ten years, but as the woman she was meant to be.

But for now, she had to let him go. And that was the hardest thing she’d ever done.

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Your Career/Reputation/Legacy Indicators according to astrology pt.2

This time I'll go over the 10th house. If you would like to see part 1 [the second house] go here:

Tutorial

~ First find the sign your 10th house is in by pulling up your birth chart

As you can see their 10th House is in Scorpio [I circled it + pointed to the line that indicates what sign it's in]. If you don't feel like pulling up your birth chart right now, you can just think of the 9th sign after your rising sign. For example, a Sagittarius rising has their 10th house in Virgo [the ninth sign after Sagittarius], while an Aries rising has their 10th house in Capricorn.

~ Next, look at the ruler of that sign. This is the ruler of your second house. I've written them down below

Aries: Mars

Taurus: Venus

Gemini: Mercury

Cancer: Moon

Leo: Sun

Virgo: Mercury

Libra: Venus

Scorpio: Mars and Pluto

Sagittarius: Jupiter

Capricorn: Saturn

Aquarius: Uranus and Saturn

Pisces: Neptune and Jupiter

~ Lastly, find what sign your ruler/rulers are in. My interpretations are down below.

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10th House Ruler in The....

1st House:

Your professional success is fully related to your personal expression, your confidence and your initiative. Your physical body and appearance will affect/have something to do with your job [you may be a dancer for example]. Your personality, view on life, body and physical appearance will also have a big impact on your status as well. Whatever you achieve in life, you will have to do it on your own and this contributes to your legacy, reputation, and pride. Try to avoid the tendency to become egocentric as again, your personality and view on life WILL affect your status, career and legacy. You may do best when self-employed. You tend to dress in accordance with your career; essentially, your career immensely affects your life, your career goals even affect your approach to life. You have an inert desire for recognition and respect and care about how you present yourself to the world. Overall, any career would suit you, but keep in mind that your career will affect you as a whole [more than most people], and your appearance/physicality may have something to do with your career.

2nd House:

Your professional success will be reflected in your income. Most likely you will make money through any profession/the profession you choose. Your resources and values play an important role in your future success. You may have a career involving finances. You require a career that fits your values and that provides you with financial security. Your self-esteem increases when you gain authority [gaining authority also tend to increase your net worth]. Your attitude/relationships with authority figures impacts your money-making ability. Your legacy will most likely be related to how much money you've made in this lifetime.

3rd House:

Your career is related to some form of self-expression. You feel a need to communicate and to express your own ideas through the profession you choose. Your career may need a lot of short-term traveling. The need to be seen as an authority influences the way you communicate. Your profession is always on your mind. Your career may involve, blogging, transportation, making connections locally, helping the community, writing, conferencing [online correspondences], language. You may also work as an early schoolteacher or guidance counselor. Your voice holds authority. Your legacy may be the way you communicate, and you pass on your professional experience through teaching and writing.

4th House:

Your profession is related to your home, and because of this, you may work out of your home or with one of your parents, possibly continuing a family business. This astrological influence also could lead you to try fields having to do with soil, property, land or those that have to do with your place of birth. The recognition you receive from the outside world affects your emotional security. Your social status impacts your family or your family's social status may impact your career. You bring an authoritative attitude to your home life. You set the rules at home. You may find a way to live out your true vocation from the comfort of your own home [virtual working]. Your reputation affects how your family sees you. You build a reputation for yourself as a family man/woman. You build a reputation for yourself as a nurturer or caretaker. You use your status to help your country. You may even gain recognition + authority for serving your country [military]. You become an authority on your personal heritage and culture. You become an authority on your family tree. You become an authority on your cultural roots. Your legacy could be related to your familial heritage, how you treat your family and your authority in your home/country.

5th House:

Your professional success is related to your creativity. No matter what profession you choose, you always show your originality and desire to do things your way. This astrological position leads you to find success, especially in sports or artistic careers. Working in your profession will be a pleasure for you. You may build a reputation for being a flirt, a creatively expressive person, a gambler, or a risk taker. Your professional life revolves around the arts., children, and athletics. You bring an authoritative approach to music, theater, art and dance. You attempt to add structure to your creative impulses. You may discipline children. You may even work as a choreographer. You are a professional stage actor. You bring a professional approach to your hobbies and may even make a career out of a hobby. You become an authority on music, dance, art, and theater. Overall, your legacy will be related to your creativity, and your children.

6th House:

Your professional success is related to service. No matter what profession you choose, it will be more gratifying for you if you feel that you are helping others. You may pursue professions linked to medicine, therapy or nutrition. If you do not have a career, you are likely to work in a company that provides some kind of service. You build a reputation for your daily work performance, and you may become known as a workaholic. Especially since your vocation will most likely require you to work every day. Your career could be related to work with animals, involvement with fitness and diet. You may discover your true vocation through an apprenticeship or specializing. You may become a specialist in a certain area and therefore carry authority when you speak on that topic [professional weightlifters, professional animal activists, etc.]. Your true work most likely requires you to be an employee rather than a boss. Your vocation involves lots of employee and coworker interactions. Awards/recognition will come through your daily work. Overall, your legacy will be your aid/service to those who are in need.

7th House:

Your professional success is related to the public, society and marriage. You have a need for give and take with the public; your contact with the public could be on a large scale as well as people individually. Your professional progress will be stimulated by the training of some association or by the support you receive from your mate [husband/wife]. You gain recognition and social status through your partner. You gain awards and recognition for your efforts in a partnership [marriages aren't the only type of partnership]. You may work with your partner. Your profession involves working in one-to-one relationships. Your professional success is dependent on your ability to relate to other people. Your professional success is dependent on your ability to form significant relationships. You are an authority on marriage, and business partnerships. You bring a professional approach to marriage. You treat your marriage like a career. You lay down the rules in marriage. You bring your outer expectations of success to your marriage. You want your marriage or partnership to live up to society’s standards. People with this placement do not take marriage lightly subconsciously because they know how much marriage can help their life and its value, but they also know how much it can hurt their life as well. they tend to be very picky with marriage partners, but they usually choose the right one [of course unless there's other aspects or placements interfering [for example, Lilith/Chiron/mars/Saturn/Pluto in the 7th house]. What each partner does for a living can be an 'issue' in a relationship or marriage. Each partner’s social status can be an 'issue' in marriage or partnership. Ideally the partners should have equal status and equal standing. Partners should have balanced careers. Partners should have the same ambitions and goals in mind. Partners should want to have the same achievements [or rather same type of achievements]. Your legacy will be your relation to your marriage partners, your relation to the public, business partnerships, and your one-on-one relationships. [I personally have the placement and it's pretty accurate. I'll see how it pans out though because I am a minor, and have in fact not gotten married lmao]

8th House:

Your professional success is related to your ability to produce changes or transformations in yourself as well as others. This astrological influence brings financial support from others that will help your career. That help could come from a financial institution as well as your marriage. You may work in an investigative or financial field [journalist, researcher, scientist, detective, accountant, miner, archaeologist]. Your work may be related to your sexuality, death [mortician] or rebirth. You may turn your spirituality into your profession as well [astrologer, tarot reader, professional witch]. You may deal with confidential information and negotiate in secret. Somehow you always end up in "special" projects where there is secrecy [ you will have to sign NDA's]. Beware of shady dealings as it will affect your public status. There are often transformations in your social status, career, and reputation. Your legacy may be related to how many hardships you've gone through and made it through; it'll also be related to your financial status and spirituality.

9th House:

Your professional success is related to your ideals, university degree, higher studies, religion and traveling. You may establish yourself professionally in a different place from that of your birth or your work could necessitate you to travel often. You always feel the need to expand your knowledge and to make the most of each day; as a result, you may keep going back to school/college. You choose a profession that allows you to travel and interact with people from other countries. You choose a profession that falls in line with your faith. Your career may be related to your religion [ex. priest] You receive awards for academic achievements and religious work. You choose a profession that allows you to search for higher meaning. You bring an authoritative approach to religion, faith and belief, and academic learning. You may have a career in professing [professor]/lecturing. Having a profession, status, and recognition gives your life meaning. Your legacy will be related to your faith, ideals, and education.

10th House:

You are likely to put a lot of energy into achieving professional success. Your ambitions and goals are clearly defined, and you have a need to demonstrate to yourself and others what you can achieve through your own effort. Your career may depend on parental support or guidance, or you may follow in the footsteps of your parents. Either way, you always point out your individuality and personal ability. Getting out in the world and making a name for yourself is important to you. You want to be known for something and to receive awards and recognition. You want to climb to the top of the mountain in whatever you choose to do; you are ambitious for the sake of being ambitious. You have an authoritative approach to career and vocation. You want to reach the top of your profession. How much you know in your career builds your reputation. You become known for your achievements…"Oscar winner…”, “Nobel Prize winner…” etc… You become known as an authority on whatever type of work you choose to do. Your legacy will be your achievements.

11th House:

Your professional success is related to your participation in some organization, group, union, or club. The support you receive from your friends will be crucial and because of this, you have to consider sociability as an important part of your life. Your true vocation involves working with groups of like-minded people. Following your calling depends on your ability to gain friends and fans. As a result, you have a professional approach to friendship and bring your need for recognition to your friendships. You choose friends who will boost your social status, and who won't outdo you in social status. You choose friends who have won awards and made achievements. Your ambitions influence your friendships. Your career involves working for social causes and movements. You want to reform society’s standards, expectations, and role of authority. Your relationship with your parents influences what types of social causes you become involved with. You may eventually belong to a professional club or guild., be a member of a professional board, or even belong to a board of directors. Your ability to conduct yourself professionally influences how many fans you gain. Becoming famous results in a lot of fans. You want to be in a profession that has an audience. If you get famous, fan clubs will spring up. Fame allows you to help social causes. You have high hope and ambition for your career. Your legacy could be your hopes, wishes, friendships, and social activism.

12th House:

Your professional success is related to your ability to serve others behind the scenes. Your profession is likely to be performed behind closed doors or in private. When I think of this placement, I think of the people who make the sets in a movie or show. This position favors professions that require power behind the throne; that is to say that you make suggestions or decisions without conferring with the public. Activities linked to secret information, medicine or investigations would be very favorable. You may work in a hospital or prison, or charity. Finding your true vocation helps you release grief and sorrow. Gaining recognition/becoming famous is the self-undoing but may help you release your grief and sorrow. Becoming famous causes you to isolate. Becoming well-known may be a fear of yours, but also a desire. Fame enables you to help your favorite charities. Fame allows you to pursue your interest in the paranormal. Your social status causes you to retreat and too much exposure makes you want to hide and escape from reality. Your relationship with your parents/authority figures makes you want to escape from reality. The best career for you involves working alone. Your true career involves working with prisoners, the insane, hospitalized or underprivileged, meditation or spirituality, working with the paranormal, developing psychic abilities or becoming a channel. You may not have much of a legacy but if you do, it would be your charity work, and your work with the underprivileged, hospitalized, or imprisoned.

Yep, thats the 10th house ;). Hope you enjoyed, and I hope that it was accurate.

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