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midastouch013 · 23 days

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"God Must Hate Me"

Based on this request

Summary: When your girlfriend tells you what's making her withdraw from everyone, what do you do?

Warnings: Nat lowkey hating herself. Mentions of God. Self-hatred. Mentions of numbness. Mentions of Red Room. Mention of scars.

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It had been almost a year since you started dating Natasha Romanoff, and everything had been going perfectly. But lately, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Natasha seemed to be withdrawing from you, from her friends, and from her sister too.

You noticed it first when Natasha stopped joining you for movie nights. She used to love cuddling up with you on the couch, sharing popcorn and watching your favorite films. But now, she always had some excuse to avoid it.

"Nat, I rented that movie you wanted to watch," you'd say hopefully, holding up the DVD as she passed by.

"Sorry, babe, I'm really tired tonight. Maybe another time," she'd reply with a forced smile, already halfway out the door.

You shrugged it off at first, thinking she was just going through a busy time at work. But then you noticed she was avoiding her friends too.

"Hey, Nat, Pepper's invited us over for dinner tonight. She's making your favorite lasagna," you'd say, trying to tempt her.

"Thanks, but I think I'm just going to stay in tonight. I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on," she'd reply, barely looking up from her laptop.

Even Yelena couldn't seem to get through to her.

"Natasha, we never see each other anymore. Can we please have lunch together today?" Yelena would ask, looking hurt.

"I'm sorry, Lena, I just have a lot on my mind right now. Rain check?" Natasha would reply, not meeting her sister's eyes.

But it wasn't just her friends and family she was avoiding. Natasha seemed to be retreating into herself more and more each day. You'd find her in the gym for hours on end, pushing herself to the limit with no explanation.

"Nat, you've been in here for three hours. Don't you think you should take a break?" you'd ask, concerned.

"I'm fine, Y/n. I just need to work off some steam," she'd reply, not even breaking a sweat.

Or you'd find her in the garden, sitting alone and gazing off into the distance.

"Natasha, is everything okay?" you'd ask softly, sitting down beside her.

She'd startle slightly, as if she hadn't even realized you were there.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I'm just… thinking," she'd reply vaguely, not meeting your eyes.

And then there were the times when she would accidentally ignore you, lost in her own thoughts.

"Nat, I was talking to you," you'd say, trying to get her attention.

"Huh? Sorry, what did you say?" she'd reply, looking confused.

You watched all of this unfold, feeling more and more confused and sad with each passing day. You didn't understand why Natasha was pulling away from everyone, including you. You tried to give her space, hoping she would open up to you eventually. But as the days turned into weeks, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.

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As you finished your day's work at the hospital, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Natasha. Clint's call had left you deeply concerned. You knew something was wrong, and you couldn't shake the feeling of dread as you drove home.

Pulling into the driveway, you noticed Natasha sitting on the porch, her gaze fixed on the neighbor's child playing with her dog and toys. There was a sadness in her eyes that made your heart ache.

As you sat silently beside her, Natasha broke the silence with a heavy sigh.

"Do you ever see someone and think, 'Wow, God must hate me'?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You didn't respond verbally; instead, you simply placed your hand on hers, offering silent support, waiting for her to continue.

"'Cause He spent so much time on them, " she gestured towards the family in the backyard. The father and mother had joined the child, and they looked so happy together. "And for me, He got lazy. Got ample mental illness, personality flaws…" Her fingers subconsciously clenched. "Like, have you seen me? Yelena? Melina and Alexei? How messed up we are."

"While their only flaw seems to be that they have none at all," she continued, gesturing again towards the family. The child sat on the father's shoulders while their mother took a picture of them.

And then Natasha repeated, her voice heavy with emotion, "Do you ever see someone and think, 'Wow, God must hate me'? Because I do."

As Natasha's words hung heavy in the air, you felt your heart breaking for her. Gently, you spoke up, your voice soft but firm.

"Nat, it's not your fault. None of it is. It's the Red Room's fault, Dreykov's fault, for putting you through all of that," you said, trying to reassure her. "And maybe even God's fault, if one chose to believe in the almighty."

She let out a bitter laugh, her sarcasm cutting through the air like a knife.

"For everything that's wrong with me, I can't hold myself responsible. So I blame the metaphysical, because obviously, they're the ones who killed those people, not me, because I wasn't the one holding the gun," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Natasha continued to speak, her words weighing heavily on your heart.

"You know, a nun came up to me today. She told me that Jesus died for all our sins. If Jesus died for all our sins… He left one behind, the body I'm in," she said, her voice filled with sorrow.

Then, in her usual defensive humor, she added, "That means that the same hands that made the moon and the stars obviously got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts."

You didn't chuckle at her attempt at humor. Instead, you intertwined your fingers with hers, a silent gesture of comfort, and told her not to speak like that.

"I thought you didn't even believe in God," you said softly.

But Natasha continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know what I believe. But it's easier to think He made a mistake with me."

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of her words hitting you like a ton of bricks.

As the neighbor's child laughed loudly, climbing up the tree in their backyard, her mother fretting while her father cheered her on, Natasha smiled wistfully at them.

" Do you ever see someone and think, 'Wow, they got lucky'? The craftsmanship of their bones, their brain, and their body," she said softly, her gaze fixed on the family.

She seemed to drift into a reverie before continuing, "All I got at her age…" She pointed to the girl. "Was a fake family, scars, and pain."

"Babe," you started, unsure of what to say.

But Natasha continued, her voice distant, "When I look into the mirror for too long, it hurts. And don't get me started on how I eat. I can eat the least amount of food ever and want to enjoy myself with one dessert, and see another person do the same, except they don't track how many steps it takes to burn off dessert."

Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, they got lucky"

I'll let 'em take accountability For everything that's wrong with me Can't hold myself responsible So I'll blame the metaphysical If Jesus died for all our sins He left one behind, the body I'm in Same hands that made the moon and the stars Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts

I don't know what I believe But it's easier to think He made a mistake with me

Do you ever see someone and think "Wow, God must hate me" 'Cause He spent so much time on them and for me, He got lazy

You listened quietly, feeling her pain as if it were your own. You wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, that she was perfect just the way she was. But you knew that words alone wouldn't be enough to heal her wounds. Natasha's words overwhelmed you, the lump in your throat growing bigger. You wanted to cry too, but you held it in, knowing that Natasha needed you to be strong for her.

"I'll be right back, Nat," you said softly, gently pulling away from her and making your way into the house.

Once inside, you took a deep breath, trying to gain some emotional control. And so you busied yourself making a cup of tea for Natasha, knowing that if you went out right no, you'd be of no help and she'd just shut you out.

As you looked out the window, you noticed that it had started raining. You felt a pang of worry when you saw Natasha still sitting on the porch, getting soaked by the rain.

Without a second thought, you rushed back outside, ignoring the rain as you pulled Natasha in from the porch. She didn't respond, but you wrapped her in the warmest hug you could manage, holding her close despite the rain soaking through your clothes.

"Do you want to change?"

Natasha remained numb not replying , so you too matters into your own hands. You gently scooped her into your arms, carrying her upstairs to the bathroom. She didn't resist, didn't protest, just allowed you to take care of her.

You stripped her out of her wet clothes, bathing her gently, all the while she remained unresponsive. You helped her into your favorite pajamas of hers, knowing how much she loved wearing them, and then tucked her into bed, attending to her needs with care and tenderness.

Despite holding back your own tears, you offered her words of comfort, reassuring her that you were there for her, that you would always be there for her.

Finally, as you tucked her in properly, Natasha showed the first sign of emotion. She grabbed onto your now wet t-shirt, pleading with you not to go, repeating the words over and over again like a mantra.

You gently brushed the hair away from her face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere, Nat," you whispered, your voice filled with reassurance. "I'm just going to change my clothes, and then I'll be right back. I promise."

With one last comforting squeeze, you reluctantly pulled away, leaving Natasha alone in the bed as you made your way to the bathroom to change.

After you changed into dry clothes, you climbed back into bed with Natasha, gently dragging her into your arms so that your back was resting against the headboard, and she was nestled between your legs with her back to your front. You wrapped your arms securely around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder, holding her close as she remained numb and silent.

"Nat," you began softly, your voice steady but full of emotion, "I know you feel like everything you've been through defines you, but I want you to see the other side of it too."

She stayed quiet, but you continued, knowing she was listening.

"You talked about your childhood and how it felt like a fake family. But that 'fake' family is the one who threatened to end me when you told them we were dating," you said, a small smile playing on your lips at the memory. "They cared for you so much that when we had that huge argument, Alexei broke down my door and shattered my vase, just to make sure you were okay."

Natasha's fingers twitched slightly, a sign she was absorbing your words.

"That 'fake' family knew you so well that Melina sent me your favorite foods when you were feeling down. And Yelena, she almost killed Clint and me because of Vormir. She loves you so much, Nat. They all do."

You could feel her body gradually relaxing ever so slightly in your embrace.

"And let's not forget the Avengers. Clint has scolded me more times than I can count when we fought. Tony gave us a whole ass house to live in. Steve and Sam drop by weekly just to check in. Wanda and Peter are practically our kids. Kate and Yelena—they're like sisters to us, though I'm sure they're dating at this point. Maria and Fury even gave me death threats when they thought I hurt you, and they are scary, almost enough to rival you and Lena."

You paused, feeling a lump form in your throat as you continued, "Whether or not you realize it, you're so lucky to have people who love you like that. The Red Room did awful things to you, but it didn't destroy you. It made you who you are today. A survivor. A sister. A daughter. A friend. A best friend. A girlfriend."

Tears filled your eyes, but you held them back, focusing on Natasha.

"I'm not saying the Red Room made you stronger, because that would dismiss the pain you've been through. But it shaped you into the incredible person you are. And you are loved, so deeply and fiercely."

You held Natasha tightly, feeling her slowly beginning to trust your words as her body leaned into yours for comfort. The rain continued to fall outside, creating a soothing background noise as you continued to speak, wanting to reassure her as much as you could.

"And that thing you said about not being able to look at yourself in the mirror? That's total bull crap," you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Because you look so freaking hot and sexy to me, Nat. Every time I see you, I can't believe how lucky I am."

You felt her body relax a little more in your arms, and you took a deep breath, continuing.

"I love you, regardless of anything. The Red Room, Dreykov, all the horrible things that happened—they don't define you. What defines you is your heart, your strength, your kindness. And if God really does exist, yeah, he put you through some serious shit, and I hate him for that. But he sure made up for it with the family you've gotten, and he sure as hell blessed me by giving you to me."

Natasha's grip on your arm tightened even more, and she turned slightly to look at you, tears in her eyes.

"Don't go," she whispered again, her voice breaking.

"I'm not going anywhere," you assured her, your own voice trembling with emotion. "I'm here, and I'm staying right here with you."

You held her tightly, feeling her slowly begin to trust your words, her body leaning into yours for comfort. As the rain continued to fall outside, you both sat there in silence, wrapped in each other's embrace, knowing that together, you could face whatever came next.

"I love you, Nat," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "And I'm here for you, always."

She nodded slightly, her head resting against your chest. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with emotion.

As Natasha finally fell asleep, cuddled up against you, you carefully reached for your phone, not wanting to disturb her. You opened the "Widow Family" group chat, which consisted of Yelena, Alexei, Melina, Natasha, and you. You quickly typed out a message:

WIDOW FAMILY 🕷️🕸️

You: Hey Nat rlly needs u all right now. Can u come by in about an hour?

Within moments, replies started to come in:

White Widow: I'll be there.

Red Guardian: Of course! I’ll bring borscht!

Mother Widow: On my way.

Feeling reassured, you then switched to the "Earth's Best Squabblers" group chat, which included all the Avengers. You typed out another message:

EARTH'S BEST SQUABBLERS 🤡🤡

You: Hey guys Nat rlly needs u rn Can u come by ASAP?

The responses were almost immediate:

Tin Can: On my way. Pepper & Morgan too

Capsicle: Be there soon.

Birdy 1: Already heading over. Laura and the kids are tagging

Green Bean: I'll be there.

Metal Arm: Be there in 20

Birdy 1's 2.0: Lena and I are on our way.

Point Break: I shall arrive promptly!

Witchy: I'm coming.

Birdy 2: Be there in a few.

Spidey Boy: Swinging over now!

You put your phone down, feeling a surge of gratitude for the people in your life. Carefully, you adjusted yourself, making sure Natasha was as comfortable as possible without waking her. You held her close, watching her sleep, knowing that soon, the people who loved her most would be there to support her.

When Natasha began to stir and slowly opened her eyes, you gave her a gentle smile, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you said softly. "Someone's here to see you."

She looked at you curiously, and you took her hand, leading her downstairs. As you approached the living room, the sounds of laughter and chatter grew louder. Natasha's eyes widened in surprise when she saw everyone gathered.

The room was filled with laughter and chatter. Yelena, Kate, Wanda, Peter, Lily and Cooper were huddled in one corner, engaged in animated conversation. Alexei, Steve, Tony, Clint, Sam, Bucky, and Rhodey were sharing beers and laughing loudly. Pepper, Melina, and Laura were chatting away in another corner, their voices blending into a soothing hum. Nathaniel and Morgan were playing on the floor, while Lila and Cooper were with Peter and Kate, joining in the fun.

Yelena, Kate, Wanda, and Peter were huddled in one corner, talking animatedly. Alexei, Steve, Tony, Clint, Sam, Bucky, and Rhodey were sharing beers and exchanging stories. Pepper, Melina, and Laura were chatting away, their faces lit up with smiles.

As you led Natasha into the room, everyone turned to greet her, their faces lighting up with warmth and affection. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and guided her further into the room.

Natasha looked around, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of her family and friends, all here for her. You could see the gratitude and love in her eyes.

"Hey, everyone," she said, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Yelena rushed over, pulling her into a tight hug. "About time you woke up, sestra."

"Hey, Nat," Steve called out, raising his beer in a toast. "Good to see you."

One by one, everyone came over to greet her, sharing their love and support. The room was filled with warmth and laughter, a stark contrast to the somber mood from earlier.

As the evening went on, you found yourself sitting on the couch with Natasha perched on your lap, your arms wrapped around her protectively. She was joking around with everyone, her smile genuine and her laughter heartfelt.

At one point, she leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "Thank you."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love you, Nat," you whispered back. "And so do they."

She looked around the room, taking in the faces of her family and friends, and nodded. "I know," she said softly. "I really do."

You held her close, feeling a sense of peace settle over both of you. In that moment, surrounded by the people who loved her most, you knew that Natasha was starting to heal. And you would be there, every step of the way.

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s4toryuu · 3 months

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guard dogs — geto suguru, gojo satoru

on the way through a dangerous street to meet your friend, suguru and satoru protect you from a couple monkeys

notes; protective besties, afab!reader, implied crush on suguru, reader is tinier than the boys, reader teases satosugu, based on true story

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satoru and suguru are tall. suguru’s muscular body shows through the uniform sometimes and satoru’s white hair and sheer size collects stares like a curse.

you had just finished a solo assignment when it was time for you to meet your friend. she’d texted you the night before about a new cafe that opened in the middle of tokyo where your assignment was conveniently around the corner.

“where’s your boyfriend?” you tease satoru when he walks to you. he scoffs.

“he’s coming, don’t worry.” he checked his phone and suguru taps the top of your head from behind you. an easy thing to do seeing as you barely reached the middle of his bicep.

“yo.” he smiles. “where you going?”

“oh, that new cafe with my friend. I don’t think it’s that far.” you reply to him while fixing your hair.

“can we come?” satoru looks at you.

you answer quickly, “no.”

the last time the three of you went out, satoru ordered fourteen drinks which you guys ended up having to carry most of them all the way back to school because this white-haired idiot couldn’t finish them. and also he was “saving them for later.”

“oh, come on, please? it’s so early, I don’t wanna go back yet.” satoru pleads. he’s right, the sun blared high in the sky after a cold and cloudy spring week.

“go somewhere else!” you start looking around for the right direction.

“but we already tried everything here, right suguru?”

“yeah, he’s right.” suguru looks up at a sign.

“I’ll buy you your order!” satoru reaches out to you and you halt your steps. “yeah, that tempted you huh?”

you laugh. “fine. but don’t be weird to my friend.” satoru waves this off and lets out a lazy agreement.

“nice, satoru.” suguru whispers. you hear them.

there was an real reason you didn’t want to take the two to meet your friend. annoyingly, you admit the two are really fucking handsome. they get stares and get approached a lot, and you know your friend wasn’t immune to their charm. you almost fell victim back in your early years too.

you were more worried about satoru. he’s handsome and he knows it, so he’s cocky and doesn’t shut up. suguru’s humble nature makes people want him more, but it also makes them delusional. even worse, he was exactly your friend’s type. you wanted him for yourself.

the three of you start walking with you leading the way and your friends following side by side behind you. you ignore the stares from the entire city—you were used to it when you were with satoru and suguru. the harder issue was trying to ignore jealous energy directed at you.

you know the general area, but you look down at your phone to pull up the map. you turn a corner and feel a change in energy—desire and lust that were at the edge of becoming a curse.

you still feel the boys as they chatted behind you, which gave you the courage to look up. surely enough, there was a group of nine men sat and gathered around, and you look farther to see a suggestive sign for what you assume poses as a club. you’ve dealt with many terrifying things being a sorcerer, but dirty men gave you an innate fear you couldn’t just exorcise.

“wow, look at that.” one man says. the rest turn their heads and two stand up. you assume they haven’t seen satoru and suguru behind you yet. you hear suguru sigh in frustration.

“how old are you, girl?” one of them sitting down says, eyeing you down. he wore a red extremely faded graphic tee. “just got outta school? what school’s that uniform from?”

you freeze. you don’t know whether to respond, ignore, or turn around. it was a small street and there was no one else in earshot. a perfect place to coerce young women. you back up into satoru. suguru walks in front of you, his hands in his pocket. your view is now obstructed by the middle of his back. satoru doesn’t move behind you and bends sideways to watch whatever his best friend is about to do.

“are we gonna have an issue here?” suguru speaks in a voice you rarely hear. you hear anger bubble in it.

“ha! you gonna do something if there is?” the man scoffs. the men standing start walking toward you and the one in the red shirt stands up. you see a shift when he stands at his full height and still has to look up to suguru.

“yeah.” suguru deadpans. he puts his right hand out to his side to summon a curse but you grab his arm to stop him.

“no, don’t! that’s not allowed. just… kick his ass or something.” you whisper nervously.

“hey, girl, don’t you wanna make some money? it’s easy work for you, pretty.” the man starts again. “especially with those nice tits, yea?” he looks back to his group and some laugh.

satoru clicks his tongue. “tsk. gross! suguru, you gonna get rid of them now or what?”

suguru scoffs and summons a curse quickly. it was a pink creature and it reminded you of a cat mixed with a fox. “sorry y/n, but a curse will attract less attention than us beating them up.”

you bend sideways to get a look and to your surprise, the fox swirls around the man in the red shirt lovingly. the man looks confused and looks to his group. he starts hyperventilating and sweating, then the fox wraps its tail around his crotch and leg—like a zipline harness.

“what the fuck?!” the man yells. he starts screaming in agony as both your friends watch.

“oh wow, is this a new one?” satoru asks happily. suguru hums and the fox lets go.

the man screams in agony holding his groin, and two come to help him up. the rest of the group is confused, and some walk off. the curse switches targets and the man starts groaning.

“what the hell did you do?” the other asks.

“you wanna find out?” suguru almost growls. the group runs off, leaving the first victim on the floor swearing at the air and grabbing at his groin.

“hm. fucking monkeys.” sugu mumbles. “disgusting.” he dissipates the curse and the three of you walk past the man on the floor.

“jesus.” you mutter. “thanks.”

“you’re welcome!” satoru puts his arm around your shoulder and weighs you down.

“you didn’t do anything!” you fake-yell at him.

“yeahuh!” he protests. you shrug off his weight.

“whatever, let’s just go.” you walk ahead again, but this time your two friends split and walk by your side.

“does that happen a lot?” suguru asks you.

“nah.” you reply with a comforting tone, knowing suguru he would get worried. “plus, I’m always either with you two or shoko—no one messes with shoko—and you two are just scary.” the two chuckle.

you knew you were always safe with your two friends especially because they were the strongest. and for the record, satoru standing behind you gave you a sense of security.

suguru patted the top of your head. you think your heart stopped.

you hear amusement in his voice. “that’s good. we’re like your guard dogs.” he smiles.

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#𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘶’𝘴 #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #satosugu #fanfic #x reader #geto fluff #gojo fluff #fluff

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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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solar return & transit notes ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

masterlist II - masterlist III

these notes are just my own observations and might not play out the same for everyone.🌛

saturn transiting the 10th house: I remember being very obsessive over my public image and social media during this transit.

transit jupiter conjunct natal juno(3): You could meet the love of your life during this transit, I did.

solar return scorpio rising: The year you have Scorpio Rising in the Solar Return chart you will change your behaviour because you will be forced to. If you are the kind of person who are usually too nice you will bump into people who force you to bring out your inner bitch. If you are someone whos usually a bitch you will bump into people who will put you in your place and outbitch you so that you learn to behave. You will meet a lot of interesting people this year and you will be forced to transform.

solar return lilith in the 2nd house: This can indicate a lot of financial issues. Same with Pluto 2nd house. But it can also be the year you finally fix your economy. shopping addiction/body image issues indicator.

transit lilith conjunct ascendant: Wow! The attention I got from men the year I had this transit. Such an egoboost. But I’ve noticed a lot of friends experience issues with their father or men in general during this period.

solar return destinn(6583) conjunct sun: This will be an extremely important year for you. The things that happen and the people you will meet during this year will be life changing and you will think about this year a lot. You will meet a lot of people who will be important for your growth.

saturn transiting the ascendant: When Saturn started transiting my Ascendant was the year I stopped living in my own fantasyworld and started seeing things realistically. I also remember losing a lot of weight.

solar return pluto conjunct ascendant: When you have Pluto conjunct Ascendant in the Solar Return chart you might feel a strong need to change your appearance. It can even become obsessive. You want to look powerful too so you might start wearing more status symbols like watches, expensive clothes etc. You will also be super combative for no reason.

solar return moon conjunct paine(5188): Emotional pain.

solar return mercury conjunct dejanira(157): I actually rembered being verbally abused a lot, I was called all sorts of nasty words and was involved in a lot of verbal conflicts. I was abusive myself too.

solar return lilith in the 6th house: When I had this I experienced issues with food addiction and I was very lazy. Very bad habits.

solar return mars 10th house: Mars in the 10th house in the Solar Return chart can indicate a lot of competition and beef at the work place.

solar return moon conjunct saturn: I had this aspect the year I remember shutting down emotionally. A lot of bad stuff happened.

transit pluto conjunct ascendant: Be prepared for transformation and change. This can be a horrible aspect or a good aspect. But you will remember it. I feel bad for everyone who go through this transit as a child or teenager.

chiron transiting your 1st house: This can make you very insecure during this period and others notice this and treat you bad. You might feel weak and vulnerable.

solar return karma(3811) conjunct personal planets: This can show a year where you are a victim of a lot of stuff you do to others, like if you used to talk behind peoples backs this year you will be a victim of gossip.

solar return venus and jupiter in the 1st house: Definitely one of the best years in my whole life. Everything just worked out smoothly, if I wanted anything I got it. My selfies were bomb that year.

sun & saturn transiting the 8th house: I know sometimes who lost her father when she had this transit. Chiron was also transiting her 10th house.

medusa(149) conjunct ascendant: This in the solar return chart can be a year where you experience a lot of hate and envy from others. Especially from other women if you are a wonan.

solar return rip(7711) conjunct personal planets: This one always shows up prominent in the solar return chart the year someone dies. Marilyn Monroe had it conjunct Moon in the 1st house in her solar return chart the year she died.

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catsburgers · 6 months

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i cant believe mumbo was brought back to life and proceeded to carry the mounders to victory....... wow...

full bodies under the cut, will break down their designs for fun too

bee double oh one hundred!!

moss on shoulders from his moss skin

compass became a lives count

dinnerbone nametag in pocket is a reference to his upside down house, and the red is specifically referring to what life hes on. if he was green it would be green etc

earth keychain referring to his house

2 zombie bites referring to how he died to a zombie twice LMAO

shovel for the mounders BAYBEEE!!

mister mumbo jumbo

i already posted this design but didn't include any info so

im obsessed w/ the robot hcs iv seen so i decided fuck it why not. redstone powered cyborg. he had his parts replaced during lastlife after all the time he tinkered w/ end crystals

the knot of his tie is a heart, and his tie is burnt after he died in the lava

heart cufflinks. idk man i loved sneaking in hearts wherever i could on the designs

sewn on patches on his book bag. redstone, a book and an apple (god i WISH i remembered why i put an apple on that??)

heart bookmark!! like bdubs, it shows what life he's on :3. his tie would also change colors

monster shoes stolen from a pin on my pinterest feed. idk hes a vampire he'd have funny shoes.. like its in the contract did u not read it

ANVIL. comedic anvil squash sfx. yeah

shovel!!! mounders!!

umbrella looks like the deep dark :^)

pearl pearlescentmoon my aus bff

fanny pack. like a true aussie.

keeps her book in there!!

AND THONGS (flipflops). she'd wear them i just know it

moth wings too ykyk

SHOVEL BABYY!!!!!

enchanted flame bow!!

wearing tilly's collar too

joel small beans

listen bro didnt give us anything to go off so i just went basic

heart on shoes, red streak and red eyes yk how it goes

pumpkin patch for lizzie... ough..

diamond shovel!! the only mf to have a damn diamond one in this whole group...

dumb lil antenna i FORGOT TO COLOR but im too lazy to fix.. srry

he keeps his book in his pocket bc i was too lazy to draw another book

yeah thats all rlly :P

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vantejinnieee · 1 year

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black dress | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: fluff, smut, committed relationship

rating: 18+

warnings: fingering, oral, penetration, public sex, unprotected sex, non idol au, playful bickering

word count: 2.3k+

summary: in which you and your boyfriend decide to go shopping. and thing take a spicy turn.

A/N: idk if i like this one but i tried

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“I really need a dress for the party tonight.” “Don’t you have like thousands of dresses already?” “I do have dresses jungkook, but i don’t have a black party dress. the dress code is black remember? and also i have lesser dresses than the number of black shirts you won.”

jungkook and you have been playfully bickering with each other for the past few minutes. you wanted to go shopping but jungkook was too lazy to leave the house.

jungkook looked offended and said, “excuse me but black shirts are a necessity. see how it’s come in handy for tonight’s party?”

“doesn’t mean you need hundreds of the same shirt.”

“ok fine i’ll come shopping with you if that means you stop talking shit about my black shirts.”

you giggled and hopped towards jungkook who was sitting on the bed and hugged him. “i love you, you know that?”

jungkook sighed. “you just want to be a passenger princess don’t you?”

“oops.” you giggled.

jungkook smiled at your cuteness and pulled you closer to him. he softly kissed you on your lips, his hands making his way under your shirt.

you pull back. “woah woah mister. now’s not the time to get nasty. we need to leave now.”

you get up from the bed and skipped towards the closet to change. jungkook adoringly looked at you skipping from happiness. “i’m a lucky guy”, he thought to himself.

almost 35 minutes later, you arrived at the mall. since it was the weekend the mall was pretty much packed.

“this is gonna take a while isn’t it?” jungkook said while looking at you.

“it will go by quickly if you help me pick a dress. you have good taste.”

jungkook took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “i don’t have good taste you just look too good in everything. an angel you are.”

you blushed at his unexpected compliment and looked away.

“got shy all of a sudden?” jungkook giggled and pulled at your hand. “come on let’s go. we’ve gotta get you a black dress.”

around 20 minutes had gone by and you still hadn’t found the perfect dress for you.

“honey i really liked the second dress on you. it was very flattering.” jungkook tried to cheer you up as your search wasn’t going all too well.

“it made me look like i’m a divorced woman living all alone in the suburbs”, you pouted.

“forever 21′s right there. maybe you’ll find something there.”

“i better hope so.”

as you were browsing through the dresses, you found a dress just to your liking. it was a midi bodycon black dress, with a slit on the right side and a small cutout below the chest.

you signalled jungkook, who was browsing through shoes in another section, to come to you.

“found one bae?”

“i think so. come and sit outside the fitting room. tell me how it looks.”

“roger”

thankfully, the fitting room aisle was completely empty. you entered the farthest fitting room and hoped that this was the dress.

as you tried it on, you automatically knew that was the one. it hugged you just at the right curves, accentuating your perfect body figure. it had an open back and just the right amount of cleavage. you felt sexy in it.

you popped your head out of the room to call for jungkook. he glanced at you and smiled, making his way towards you.

you opened the door wide for him to check out the dress, and you.

his eyes grew wid. “wow. honey you look phenomenal. so sexy.” his eyes kept lingering over your body and you felt your cheeks becoming warmer under his gaze.

you did a twirl for him to show off the back.

“WOW.”

his mouth was wide open all the while as he checked you out.

“wait there’s something wrong with the dress.” he suddenly pointed out to the back.

“what? is it torn?”

“no, wait let me fix it for you.” he glanced if anyone else was nearby and entered into the fitting room with you.

the fitting rooms had floor to ceiling doors so no one on the outside would be able to tell he was in there with you.

“so what’s wr-”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before jungkook started kissing you, passionately. one of his hands was desperately roaming all over your body, while the other held your neck for stability.

you pulled away. “jungkook what are you doing?” you whispered to him.

“you look way too irresistible baby. let me have you. i don’t think i can wait.”

“bunny we’re in a public place right now. someone might hear us. we could be reported.”

“so just keep it down if you don’t want to be caught. can i continue?”

you gulped. you’ve been jungkook for almost two years now and you had never seen him as he was desperate now. he was becoming impatient by every passing second. and you enjoyed it, making you more daring.

you lightly pulled him closer to you by his shirt and slid your other hand over his bulge.

taking the signal, jungkook picked you up and started kissing you, with your back pressed against the cold mirror.

his hands were gripping your ass as he held you in position. you put your hands around his neck, while playing with his hair, which drove him crazy.

he started planting kisses on your neck, making you moan lightly.

he pulled away from you. “shit i can’t do this anymore.”

he put you down and undressed you till you were completely naked.

“gorgeous. so hot, as always.” he said while glancing you from head to toe.

you smiled and pulled him by his pants and unbuckled his pants, and then removed his shirt, while he desperately kissed you and his hands wandered all over your body, desperate to be inside you, to have a taste of you.

after he was completely naked too, he began kissing your breasts, sucking and nibbling on your nipples. his hands met your womanhood, making you flinch from the sudden contact.

“you’re so wet baby.”

“what did you expect? you drive me crazy jungkook.”

he started slowly rubbing your clit in circles. he kneeled down and put your left leg on his shoulder.

he now had a clear view of your glorious mess down there, which was his favourite sight in the world.

his mouth met your pussy. he slid his tongue inside you and started thrusting his tongue in you slowly. his one hand held you by your hips as the other slowly rubbed your pulsating clitoris.

but he was going too slow, just to tease you and make you crave for more. and he succeeded.

“jungkook please, go faster. i need you.” you practically begged him as you were painfully turned on by then.

satisfied by your reaction, jungkook started thrusting two fingers inside you, while his tongue now sucked and massaged your clitoris, giving you just the right amount of stimulation to make you go over your edge.

you held onto jungkook with one of your hands while you covered your mouth with the other hand. you didn’t want your moans to be heard.

you rolled your eyes back as you were being driven closer to the edge by the second.

“fuck jungkook please don’t stop. just like that baby. i’m gonna come”

jungkook went faster, while he kept his eyes on you as you were nearing your orgasm.

soon enough, your legs were shaking from the orgasm, your thighs pressing jungkook’s face between you and your juices spilling all over his face. even though you tried your best to not let out a noise, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a moan as you orgasmed.

jungkook pulled your thighs apart and licked all your juices and pushed his tongue in you, getting more of your juice and swallowing it, savouring your taste which he loved so much, all the while he maintained eye contact with you.

you felt shy as you watched him practically drink your juice, but it only turned you on more.

“that’s my favourite taste ever in the world, you know that?” jungkook said as he got up from his knees pulled you closer to him.

you shyly smiled and put your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest.

“look at me baby.” he said while lifting your chin up toward him.

he kissed you, making you taste the little bit of your juice which was still on his lips. that was hot.

he slowly pushed you back while making out, till your back hit the mirror.

he took his penis in his hand and lightly brushed his tip against your clit. he loved teasing you.

“don’t do this jungkook. i want you in me.” you pleaded him with a pout.

he let out a giggle. “you’re so fucking hot but adorable at the same time. how’s that so?”

“i guess i just hav-”

you didn’t even get to finish your sentence when jungkook pushed himself inside you slowly.

you moaned loudly, taken aback. jungkook quickly put his hand over your mouth.

he put one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him easy access to your g-spot. by now he knew just the spots to hit to drive you over the edge.

his hands leaned against the mirror for support as he started thrusting inside you even faster. you pursed your lips together so as to not let out a moan. you intertwined your fingers around his neck and pulled him closer, pushing him deeper into you.

you let out a light moan as you put head on his neck and bit him lightly. he hissed from the pain but only went faster.

just then, someone knocked on the door, making jungkook stop.

“hi is someone in there?” a woman asked.

both of you looked at each other and tried not to make any noise.

“hi yeah, it’s occupied right now. i brought quite a lot of clothes to try out. sorry it’ll take a few more minutes.”

jungkook, being the mischief he is, started thrusting, moving in and out of you slowly.

your eyes widened and you mouthed “what the fuck” to him.

“oh okay. i was just checking. saw you going in earlier but didn’t see you coming out. if you need any assistance do let me know ma’am.” the employee replied.

“yes thank you, but i don’t think that’ll be needed.”

you tried your best to maintain your breath and jungkook started picking up his pace.

“alright ma’am, i’ll be nearby if you do.”

as you heard her footsteps fade away, jungkook started going as fast as he could, taking you by surprise once again and letting out a loud moan.

jungkook sushed you by kissing you. he continued kissing you but that didn’t stop you from moaning on his mouth.

he removed one of his hands from the mirror and started massaging your clit in a fast motion.

you arched your back, nearing your orgasm.

“are you coming?” jungkook whispered in your ears as he tried not to moan as well.

“y-yes. so cl-clo-close. fuck.”

“you feel so good baby fuck i’m going to cum soon.”

you scratched his back as you felt a knot forming in your stomach.

“now?”

“i’m coming jungkook. oh fuck. shit.”

jungkook quickly kissed you to silence you as your nails dug deeper into his flesh and your legs shook tremendously from your second orgasm.

as you were finished with your orgasm, jungkook pulled away and slid two of his finger into you and licked the juice off his fingers.

“so good.”

you lowered yourself and took jungkook’s penis in you, as he still had to cum. you started sucking on his cock, making him moan lightly.

he held your head and gently pushed his penis deeper into your mouth, making your eyes tear.

“i’m gonna come fuck.”

he pulled out his cock from your mouth. “i want to swallow.” you told him.

he stroked his penis with his hands and quickly inserted his penis in your mouth again and came in your mouth.

you swallowed as much as you could and licked the rest off.

jungkook got you up from the floor and kissed you.

“that was one hell of an experience.”

“it really was.” you smiled. “now get dressed soon or else we might actually get caught.”

you both quickly got dressed and checked if there was any mess you needed to clean up. luckily, there wasn’t much.

you grabbed your things and was about to unlock the door when jungkook tugged at your arm.

“what honey?”

“nothing. just, i love you.” he kissed your forehead.

you smiled and kissed him on his cheeks. “i love you too. i love life with you.”

“and i wouldn’t have it any other way either.”

you unlocked the door and took a peek outside, making sure no one was outside.

seeing as the coast was clear, you signalled jungkook to come out too.

“did you find something you liked ma’am?” the employee, who had interrupted you sex, asked.

“oh yes. i’d like to get the dress please.”

“it’s a magic dress.” jungkook jokingly told the employee.

you nudged jungkook and smiled at the employee. “it’s an inside joke.”

she let out a polite laugh, “i could tell. i won’t tell on you, don’t worry.”

dumbfounded, you asked, “i’m sorry?”

she just kindly smiled. “the counter’s over here ma’am. please follow me.”

you looked over at jungkook, who was equally as dumbfounded as you.

“oh yeah. she definitely heard us. she definitely knows we just had sex.” jungkook says. “at least she knows you’re with a man who pleasures you so much.”

“shut it.” you hit his arm. “let’s get out of here quickly.”

jungkook laughed and followed you. “oh just so you know, we’re definitely going for a round two tonight. i might just tear that dress off of you.”

“jungkook quiet”

“yes ma’am”

“you’re so annoying”

“only for you”

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woojirang · 2 days

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𓆩♡𓆪 Stems of Affection (C.S)

Summary: Wooyoung needs to buy a pretty bouquet to confess to the reader's best friend. With just the right amount of begging, you were now at the flower shop, with the pretty florist boy whipping up a bouquet for you. Pairing: Choi San x Reader Genre: fluff, oneshot WC: 1.05K Playlist A/N: I lowkey wanted to add more to this, but it's like 3AM and I'm kinda lazy. Part of me also feels like it's good to leave the rest of the story open-ended. I might do a part 2 now that I have a pinterest collection for this story though.

Every day after school, you would pass by the local flower shop. You often marveled at the gorgeous display bouquets, which alternated daily. Monday’s floral arrangement showcased white hydrangeas and lilies, Tuesday’s had lilies, lisianthus, and roses, Wednesday’s showcased pink tulips and white and pink peonies, Thursday’s offered peach roses, mini carnations, and lilies, and Friday’s boasted delphiniums, viburnums, hydrangeas, roses, and jasmines. Each day as you passed by, you admired the effort the florist put into the display bouquets, yet you never had an occasion to buy flowers—until today.

“Y/N-ie, please! I’m begging you! I really don’t have time to get her flowers!” Wooyoung pleaded endlessly with clasped hands.

“Well, nobody told you to go and whisper sweet nothings, promising you’d buy her flowers and all that stuff. I have to go home and study for midterms too, you know,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at him.

Wooyoung and your best friend had been talking for about two weeks now, and he needed to make an elaborate confession because he had promised her he would, without planning a single thing. All he ever thinks about is the idea of a relationship with her, if not himself.

“Y/N, you literally pass by a flower shop on your way home. All you have to do is stop by and buy some flowers for me. I don’t care what flowers you get, just make sure they’re pretty, and I’ll pay you back, trust!” he asserted, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. You sigh before crossing your arms giving him a “Fine.” before he gives you a short celebratory hug because now all he had to worry about was his dance practice after school.

As you headed to the flower shop, your thoughts were swarmed with the subjects you needed to study for your midterms. You already had a lot on your plate, but if buying flowers for your best friend would make her happy, there was no harm in stopping by. You just wished Wooyoung had bought the flowers himself to make it more meaningful.

Today, the shop had many display bouquets—roses, lilies, carnations, forget-me-nots, and hydrangeas in different pastel shades. You couldn’t help but admire the amount of effort that went into arranging the flowers, considering colors, textures, and proportions. As your eyes were drawn to a bouquet with tulips and irises, someone approached you.

“Interested in that bouquet, I see?” he asked, cocking his head and smiling. Startled, you jumped back slightly, placing your hand over your heart.

The boy chuckled, revealing his sweet dimples. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just saw you admiring the bouquet,” he apologized.

As you got a good look at him, you noticed his short black hair, an adorable feline smile, and his outfit—a white button-down shirt paired with dark blue jeans.

“You’re all good... the bouquets are really pretty,” you reassured him with a smile. “Thanks, I made them!” he replied, feeling proud of his work and happy that someone appreciated them. “Really?” You mouthed a 'wow' as your eyes widened, and he took note of it. “Were you looking for anything in particular?” he asked, returning to the task at hand. “Right. Flowers. What are some nice confession flowers?” you asked as you fixed the cuffs of your uniform. “Confession flowers… are you planning on confessing to someone?” he teased with a smirk. “Nope, for a lazy friend,” you replied. He mouthed an 'ah~' and nodded in understanding.

“Well… if you want to be basic, a couple of red roses would do but…” he started to trail off, walking into the shop and gesturing for you to follow him inside. You did as he directed. “If I were to confess to someone, I’d want to make sure the bouquet is as gorgeous as the person I’m giving it to. Pink roses represent admiration and gratitude, and I’d want them to know how much I appreciate them and how thankful I am for them being in my life. So, let’s use four pink roses as a centerpiece, yeah?” He gave you a polite smile as he placed the pink roses on the table before looking for other flowers to complete the arrangement.

“I’d also add some lilies because they signify prosperity and ambition, which are important for new beginnings with someone. Add some peonies for good fortune and some greenery… I like baby’s breath because it makes the bouquet look delicate, and some white hydrangea sprigs.” As he put together the bouquet, you noticed how extravagant it looked... and how expensive it was going to end up being.

As he finished wrapping it up with a ribbon, you were amazed at how well his hands worked on the intricate details.

“Would that be all for you today?” he asked, leaning over the register, tilting his head with a smile, showing off his dimple which you started to adore the more you saw it. “Yep, that’ll be all. Thank you for helping me, by the way,” you said, giving him a sweet smile. “How much?” you asked as you pulled out your wallet.

He furrowed his brows at you. “Uhhh… free?” You paused. “What..?” you looked at him dumbfounded as he chuckled. “For you… consider it a gift. In fact, if you really want to pay me back, you could give me… your digits?” he said, rubbing his nape and avoiding eye contact, cringing at his own offer.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you typed your number into his phone. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name, by the way. What was it?” you asked, looking back up at him. Your eyes met for the first time since you’d entered the store, and you noted how his eyes sparkled like sweet champagne as the sun reflected on them just right.

“San, Choi San… and you?” he said, pulling his lips into a smirk.

“Y/N, L/N Y/N,” you answered before returning his phone to him. He handed you the gorgeous bouquet that you suddenly wanted to keep for yourself. Before you walked out of the store, you looked back at him. He gestured at you, mouthing “call me” as his eyes formed into crescents, and you shot him a “will do!” before you left.

Now, you had a pretty florist boy wrapped around your finger. Hooray!

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tinkerbelle05 · 10 months

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Snuggle Bug

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Miles is such a snuggle bug.

Warnings: none :)

“How long has it been since you've seen the sun?” You jokingly asked Miles. Rather than his desk being filled with pens and sketchbooks, textbooks and pencils replaced them.

You watched in amusement as he lets out a scream, clearly not expecting you. “How did you get in here?”

“Well when two people love each other very much-” You were interrupted with a pillow thrown at you. “Okay, okay, no need to be so aggressive.” You looked over at his desk, “What test?”

“Uh Trig,” he responded.

You give out a wince to it. You never liked Trig or math in general. Plus the teacher was a hag with a terrible wig.

“Maybe you should take a break. Take a nap with me,” you suggest to him slyly.

“As much as I would love that, I have to study for this test next week,” he tells you. “But afterwards, I promise.”

You fix him a look and rolled your eyes, “Okay fine. In the meanwhile, can I look at my pictures?”

“Fine,” he huffed out and went back to studying.

Smiling with joy, you went to Miles’ sketchbook collection and looked for the one with your name on it. He had a whole book dedicated to you in multiple styles and mediums.

Some were realism while other cartoonish. Sometimes he used nothing but graphite pencils and the white of the page while other times he used markers, colored pencils and pens all in one drawing.

You could get lost in the pages, feel giddy every time you saw a new drawing of you. It made you feel loved.

“Okay, I’m done.” Miles announces and stretches his body causing bones to crack and pop.

“Wow, who knew you were such an old man,” you muttered under your breath, eyes still in the book.

Suddenly you felt a large weight on your back, trapping you in the bed. It could only be one person.

Miles snuggled into the nook of your neck and you hear a muffled no. Then soft snores reach your ear and you let out a sigh as you subsumed to your fate as a human bed.

You light jabbed Miles with your elbow because if he's going to use you like this, the absolute least he could do is help you get your bonnet. This hair wasn't cheap.

“Okay, okay I’m gonna get it,” he said groggily and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He extended his arm and you grabbed it immediately.

“Don’t you dare use your web shooters to get my bonnet,” you warned him. The last time he did that, you literally had to throw the whole bonnet away. It was your favorite too.

He grumbled but got up to get it anyway. He gave you a warm smile before fitting the bonnet around your head gently and kissed you on the cheek.

He laid on his bed with a deep sigh but he looked at you with bedroom eyes, half-lid and a lazy smile. And you just sit there, on the bed admiring him. It was amazing how he could do so little and still look so beautiful.

“You gonna join me down here or…?” He questioned but didn't wait for an answer. He pulled you into his arms and returned his face into the nook of your neck. Eventually, your legs tangled and twisted together into one, and with your combined body heat you quickly went to sleep.

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