#also if I get too overwhelmed I tend to retreat back to it too

[aynavaano]

Heaven is here

Old Crosshair x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 4.5k

Summary:

You live on Pabu together with your husband Crosshair, it’s been many years since you turned your back on the war in the galaxy and decided to build a peaceful life together on the Island. Don’t be deceived by the domestic fluff, this is filthy smut.

Notes:

Sooooo…I know you’re all waiting for my Old Hunter fic but what can I say, when this art dropped my hand slipped and here we are with over 4k Crosshair smut and fluff. There’s oral f recieving, unprotected sex, Crosshair is a tease as always. I don’t even know how to tag this, domestic kink? Wife kink ? Is it dubcon if he gives you more orgasms than you think you can take? Also Tech lives, because he does and I will die on that hill. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and for all my Hunter girlies (gn) don’t worry I have not one but two drafts ready to go over.

Even with the risk of another sea surge, you and Crosshair took on the challenge of rebuilding a house in Lower Pabu many years ago. Perched atop a substantial rock, it offered seclusion, tranquility, and an unparalleled view of the ocean—a retreat away from the lively upper streets, precisely what you both had wanted when you decided to move in together. With your own private beach cove accessible from the terrace, and ample space for a garden around, it was a dream, that would have been impossible to fulfill in bustling Upper Pabu. Despite the misconceptions perpetuated by others, over the countless years of marriage, your love and attraction for each other have not faded; instead, they have grown deeper and stronger with time. You love the peaceful life you built together, as a former Jedi you had your fair share of war time yourself and when you arrived here you never looked back. If you are not occupied with helping the refugees on the island heal from their traumas, you spend most days swimming, cooking, baking and tending to the garden.

Today is a quiet Benduday morning, the weather is wonderful like almost always here on the island and you're already up, allowing Crosshair to sleep in after a late-night fishing trip with his brothers.

After your usual reviving morning swim, you whirl through the house and refresh the guest room's sheets, and the blanket in Batchers basket, so Omega can stay overnight whenever she wants. Occasionally, also Hunter stays for a night or two, seeking respite for his heightened senses, when he gets too overwhelmed or just wants to spend a quiet evening with Crosshair.

Preparations for the weekly family dinner, a tradition that you hold dearly since many years and rotate with Phee and Wrecker's partner, are well underway. Wrecker's favorite cookies bake in the oven, Techs favored wine is already in the fridge and the fully opened expansive glass doors, leading to the terrace and garden, invite in a refreshing ocean breeze, accompanied by your favorite tunes—a perfect start to the day, just how you like it.

With Crosshair seemingly still asleep, you choose to whip up his favorite pancakes for breakfast, relishing in the soft flow of the morning. As you gather all the ingredients und cut up the first Jogan fruits of the season, from your garden, you can't help but smile, grateful for the bliss of this idyllic day. You often spend time with the others but family dinner days are the best because everyone makes an effort to be there, even Echo comes by when he’s around and it’s always chaotic and fun. You decide to make some juice, a platter of fruit and finish up the pancakes before you go wake your husband, humming along and dancing around as you swirl through the big open kitchen.

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As the sun ascends higher in the sky, its warm rays peek through the bedroom curtains, gently nudging Crosshair from his slumber. Stretching lazily, he finds himself alone in bed, the absence of your warmth prompting him to go look for you. When he realizes the delicious aroma of fresh fruit and cookies fills the air, teasing his senses and drawing him downstairs, he already knows where to find you.

The last days were unusually hot even for Pabu, so he opts for a pair of lightweight black linen pants and skips a shirt for now as he makes his way down to the lower floor of your home. Passing by the guest room, he notices the neatly made bed and fresh sheets, a display of your thoughtfulness towards his siblings, who occasionally like to stay over. That you care for them as much as he does is something he always deeply loved about you.

Arriving down in the main living area with the big open kitchen, that you wanted and he was happy to build for you, he's greeted by the sight of you, happily moving through the space in one of his shirts, loosely cascading around your curves. Your hair, still slightly damp from the morning swim and wavy from the salt water adds to your radiant aura as you hum along to the melody of your favorite song. The scene before him fills him with a profound sense of contentment and he pauses, taking a moment to soak in the beauty of the moment, grateful for the life you've built together. It's a scene he never imagined could be his reality, and he still finds himself savoring every moment of it, cherishing the warmth and comfort of home in your loving presence.

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As you begin to mix the batter, the vibrant aroma of baked goods and fresh garden fruits wafts through the air, filling the kitchen with a delightful scent. The table on the terrace is already set with two big glasses of fresh juice and an assortment of fruits harvested from your garden, ready to complement the morning meal.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on the stairs interrupts your daydreaming, and you glance up to see Crosshair descending.

His distinguished grey locks cascade in gentle waves, slightly tousled from a long night and his linen pants hang effortlessly low on his hips, accentuating his body in all the right places. Despite the passage of time, he remained as lean and sculpted as ever. After experimenting for a while and despite Echos half serious attempts to convince him a scomp link would be best, he opted for a detachable cybernetic hand covered with a skin like texture, some days he likes to cover it with a glove and some days he prefers to not wear the attachment at all. The scars that once marked his skin have faded with the years, becoming mere whispers of the battles he's fought and the challenges he's overcome and the line of soft grey hair tracing a path down his belly never fails to draw your attention.

Gazing upon him, you're overcome with a surge of love and admiration for the man before you. Despite the inevitable march of age, he still exudes an undeniable beauty and sexiness and the effect he has on you only seems to deepen with time.

He leans against the dining table, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you dance around the kitchen, humming along to the lyrics of the song.

"You're like a dream," he says, his voice filled with admiration.

You glance over at him, a playful twinkle in your eye.

"Join me," you invite him, extending your hand.

With a chuckle, he shakes his head. "I'd rather watch you dance. You're mesmerizing."

As the song fills the air, you swirl around getting the cookies out of the oven, your movements perfectly synchronized with the music.

Crosshair's gaze never leaves you, his admiration visible in every glance. He knows that moments like these, watching you dance with such joy and abandon, are something truly special.

“…hmm…mhh…heaven is here if you want it…mhh..”

As the song reaches its peak, you sing along with passion, your voice intertwining with the singers.

"…all gilded and golden, yes, I'm your girl…Hell, if it glitters I'm going…," you sing, your voice ringing clear and true.

Crosshair's smile widens, his heart swelling with love and pride as he watches you, his partner, his wife, embracing life with unbridled enthusiasm and determination despite all you’ve been through.

"…hmm…with my gun in my hand, you know I always get my man..." you hum.

With a gentle smile, he approaches you, enveloping you in a tender embrace from behind before pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. His head rests against yours as he inhales deeply, savoring the comforting scent that surrounds you both.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

You dip your finger in the pancake batter and offer him a taste, letting him lick it from your fingers with a wide grin.

"Mm, Jogan pancakes…my favorite…you spoil me" he remarks with a smile, clearly enjoying the indulgent treat.

"They just started ripening in the garden, I picked the first ones this morning", you add watching as he savors the flavor.

“Let me help you, what can I do?”

"No, no. Go sit on the terrace, my love. I'll bring the pancakes and fresh caff in just a few minutes. Enjoy the sun before it gets too hot outside."

With a final lingering kiss, he reluctantly releases you and makes his way out onto the terrace, the sunlight casting a warm glow upon his features as he steps out, greeted by the inviting sight of the table already adorned with freshly squeezed juice and an array of meticulously cut fruits. The cushions in the lounge area are all arranged with care, and the blankets neatly folded. He flops down onto one of the big cushions, contentment washing over him as he takes in the salty breeze.

Through the open floor to ceiling terrace windows, he watches you move happily around the kitchen, effortlessly stacking the pancakes onto a large plate. The love he feels for you swells within him, a profound gratitude for the care and affection you shower upon him and his family and it’s not something you feel obliged to do but it actually makes you happy. It's a feeling he never grows accustomed to, despite all the years, he’s sometimes still in disbelief that he could be so blessed.

But this morning, there's a special glow about you, an aura of warmth and love that envelops everything you do, and he feels his cock growing hard in his pants watching you. As you reach up to retrieve the caff from the upper shelves, the hem of your shirt, his shirt, rides up, revealing a glimpse of your beautiful soft ass and he inhales sharply when he realizes you're wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

With each movement you make, each delicate gesture, he feels a surge of desire building within him. Unable to resist any longer, he begins palming himself through his pants, his arousal growing as he gives in to the intoxicating effect you have on him.

*************

The pancakes are done, each one perfectly cooked and stacked high on a nice plate. You pour two cups of freshly brewed caff, adding a drop of sweet syrup and a splash of blue milk to your own before gathering everything up and making your way out onto the terrace. As you step outside, you find Crosshair basking in the sunlight, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his body, his gaze lingering on you with an unmistakable hunger and a prominent bulge evident in his pants, that really don’t do a good job in hiding it.

When he sees you approaching he gets up and with a few steps he is right before you wrapping one arm around you, immediately sliding under your shirt and squeezing your ass, taking the plate and cups from you with the other hand.

He sets them down on the table, before quickly indulging in a sip of his caff. Then, without hesitation, he scoops you up into his arms, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss as he lowers you both onto the cushions, pulling you on top of him so that you are straddling him.

"Sorry love, forgive me but breakfast will have to wait," he says with a desire burning in his eyes.

With a swift motion, he removes your shirt, leaving you completely exposed to the warming rays of the sun. His eyes roam over your naked form, appreciating every curve and contour as your hair falls in soft waves around your shoulders. His touch is gentle yet possessive as his hands explore your body, his desire undeniable in the hardness pressing against your stomach.

"Do you know how utterly perfect you are?" he murmurs, his voice laced with adoration. "Always so good to me, always caring, always loving."

Before you can respond, his lips find yours once more, his tongue pleading for access before before he starts trailing down your neck with hungry open mouthed kisses and soft bites that will surely leave a mark. Despite the many years, he still enjoys marking you as a silent affirmation of your bond.

Crosshair's touch ignites a fire within you as he begins to explore your body with his hands and lips. His kisses are soft and teasing, further trailing down from your neck to your chest where he cups your breasts, massaging them with skillful fingers. You gasp as he takes one of your nipples between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before giving it a gentle nip.

"Oh, Cross," you moan, your voice a breathy plea as his ministrations send waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He hums in response, his hands continuing their sensual assault on your body as he moves to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His touch is both tender and demanding, each caress fueling your desire and you can already feel how wet you are getting.

"Stars, you're so beautiful…mmh…let me take care of you" he whispers, his voice husky with desire as he gazes up at you with a hunger that leaves you weak in the knees.

Before you can fully process his words, Crosshair swoops you up, effortlessly lifting you until you are straddling his face.

“Mmh…so fucking beautiful”

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his warm breath against your core, his tongue darting out to taste you.

"Fuck," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair, one hand reaching out, desperately searching for something to hold on to, as he begins to lick and suckle at your sensitive flesh. Each stroke of his tongue sends shivers of pleasure racing through your body, building the tension coiled tight within you.

“Stars…you’re so wet for me….let me make you feel good” he murmurs between two painfully slow licks up and down your folds, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt through your core.

"Please," you whimper, arching your back as Crosshair's tongue works its magic. "I need your fingers inside me…or your cock"

He lifts his head, glancing up at you from underneath, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Not yet, love," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I want to make you come first."

You moan in frustration, but his lips descend once more, and all coherent thoughts evaporate and your mind goes blank when he starts sucking on your clit.

Crosshair's movements are relentless, his tongue dancing over your clit with a practiced rhythm that leaves you teetering on the brink of release. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge, his touch driving you wild with need. His hands get a hold of your hips pushing you further down onto him.

"Fuck," you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm so close."

"Come for me, and I promise I’ll fuck you however you want," he growls, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Just let go and give me everything."

His words are the final push you needed, the dam of pleasure breaking as you tumble over the edge into bliss. Your back arches, a guttural cry escaping your lips as you ride out the waves of ecstasy crashing over you, your pussy clenching around nothing leaving you desperate to be filled.

Crosshair continues to devour you, his firm grip on your hips steadying you so you don’t fall over and his tongue working tirelessly to prolong your pleasure until you are a panting and whimpering mess in his arms. As you come down from your high, he gently lowers you back onto the cushions, his hands caressing your trembling body with infinite tenderness.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, wiping away the remnants of your juices on his face and pressing soft kisses against your skin as he holds you close. "I'm so lucky to have you."

You smile, your heart overflowing with love for the man who knows just how to make you feel alive. But your whole body thrums with need, your pussy throbbing with desire after his skilled tongue brought you to the brink of ecstasy, even as your mind reels from the intensity of your orgasm, the ache for his cock remains.

"Don’t forget you promised me something" you whisper.

"Tell me, darling," he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. "Tell me what you want."

Your breath catches in your throat as you struggle to form words amidst the lingering haze of your orgasm.

"I need you inside me," you manage to gasp, your voice thick with need. "I need you to fuck me, Crosshair. Please."

No matter if it starts with him being the one who’s horny, he always manages to make you the one begging to be fucked.

“How do you want me?” he asks, his fingers trailing down between your dripping folds, pressing against your entrance, desperately aching for his attention.

You can barely form coherent thoughts with him teasing you like this.

“Just…ahhh…just fuck me…please…Cross, fill me up”

With a satisfied grin, he scoops you up from the cushions, his strength and desire obvious as he bends you over the terrace railing. Your heart races as he positions you, your naked body exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. Gripping the railing for support, you arch your back, presenting yourself to him in all your glory.

"Stars, this IS the best view in whole Pabu" Crosshair groans, his voice thick with desire as he quickly sheds his pants and lines himself up with your dripping core, his tip deliciously pressing against you and a sharp slap landing on one of your cheeks.

"So fucking perfect."

You let out a lewd moan, when he slowly slides into you. His big cock stretching you in all the right ways until he is fully sheathed. It’s a feeling you can never get enough of.

You arch into him, making sure you take him as deep as possible. It feels incredibly good to finally get what you wanted, to be so full of him, but he doesn't move. Instead, he teases you, his fingers finding your clit, pinching and rubbing it in just the right way to send shivers down your spine.

"Please, Cross," you beg, your voice thick with need. "Move... I need you to move." the ache between your legs growing more furious with each passing moment.

He grins, enjoying the desperation in your voice, but he doesn't relent just yet. Instead, he slaps your ass, the sound muted by the waves crushing beneath you.

"Stars, I love it when you're so needy," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he bends over you.

You whimper in response and finally, he begins to move, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. But as your pleas grow louder, more desperate, he picks up the pace, thrusting into you with increasing urgency.

Your body starts trembling as he thrusts into you with relentless force. Each powerful stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, driving you closer to the edge with every movement.

Crosshair's hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements as he pounds into you with primal need. "That's it, baby," he grunts, his voice ragged with lust. "Take me. Take all of me."

Your senses reel as pleasure consumes you, the rhythm of his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your body responds eagerly, meeting his every stroke with unrestrained enthusiasm as you surrender yourself to him completely.

"Oh, fuck, Crosshair," you cry out, your voice a symphony of pleasure as he drives you to the brink once more. "I’m close, don’t stop."

He doesn't hesitate to comply, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he drives you towards another mind-shattering orgasm. With each powerful stroke, you feel yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as you chase release.

And when it finally crashes over you, it's like a tidal wave of pleasure, washing over you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. But even as you come apart in his grip, Crosshair shows no signs of slowing down, mercilessly fucking you through your high.

“Cross… slow down, it….it’s too much.. please” you whimper, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin and the waves crash on the rocks beneath you.

But he's unrelenting, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounds into you with a hunger that borders on desperation.

“No love, I want you to give me another one, I know you can do it” he growls, his words laced with desire as he continues to drive you toward another peak of pleasure.

With each powerful thrust, he pushes you closer to the edge, his hands roaming over your body as he praises you.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he grunts, his voice rough with lust. "You're doing so good for me."

His words send a thrill of excitement coursing through you, spurring you on to new heights of ecstasy.

He punctuates his praise with sharp slaps to your ass, the sting mingling with the pleasure to create a sensation that leaves you dizzy with desire.

"I know you like that…" he groans, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he continues to pound into you. "… my fucking beautiful wife, taking me so well."

You can only moan in response, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as he drives you relentlessly toward another orgasm.

“Now come for me, I… I want to feel this beautiful pussy of yours…clenching around my cock”

He watches you with hungry eyes, his own release growing closer with each passing moment, his thrust becoming sloppy and his cock tightening up even more.

“Let me make you come undone," he urges, his voice a husky growl as he thrusts into, lifting your hips, slightly changing the angle to pound against your most sensitive spot.

With his encouragement, you let go, your body wracked with pleasure as you tumble over the edge once more. And when you come, when that tension in your core snaps, your mind goes completely blank and all sounds fade into the distance. This state of mind is something you only reached in your active days, mid battle, when you had to center yourself in the force and with him. If it’s possible to become one with the force, this is how it has to feel.

Crosshair follows you shortly after, his own climax ripping through him as he feels you clenching hard around his cock and he spills himself inside you, his orgasm mingling with yours in a symphony of passion. You collapse against the railing, spent, sated and panting, your mind blissfully blank as you bask in the last waves washing over you and the afterglow of your lovemaking begins to settle in. Luckily he is holding you steady against him, as your shaking legs begin failing to hold you up.

Together, you hear the waves crashing on the rocks below, the sound a soothing backdrop. In that moment, with Crosshair's arms wrapped tightly around you, you feel complete, your body humming with satisfaction as you revel in the pleasure of being thoroughly and completely ravished by the man you love.

His touch is tender as he lowers you back onto the cushions, your legs still unwilling to support your weight.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he disappears into the house but it doesn’t take long until he returns with a damp towel in his hands to clean you up.

He lowers himself back down on the cushions beside you, his fingers trailing gently over your skin.

“I love you so much” he murmurs looking at you, and you could loose yourself in his eyes, so full of love and adoration for you. He wasn’t good with expressing his feelings when you met but his eyes always told the truth.

“I love you too Cross” you say, cupping his jaw and pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Let me clean you up and get our breakfast over here,” he whispers with a satisfied grin.

With a loving care that fills your heart to the brim, he wipes away the traces of his cum that is leaking from your core and trailing down your legs, his touch soothing and intimate.

Once he's satisfied that you're clean and comfortable, he turns his attention to the abandoned food, gathering up the plates of fruit and pancakes and cups of caff that were left forgotten in the throes of passion, bringing them over to where you lay on the cushions. With a soft smile playing at his lips, he begins to feed you.

"Here, darling," he murmurs, his voice soft and affectionate as he offers you a piece of pancake. "Let me take care of you."

You accept his offering eagerly, too blissed out to eat by yourself, savoring the taste of the sweet syrup and fluffy pastry as Crosshair feeds you with a tenderness that takes your breath away. With each bite and sip, you feel the life coming back into your body and the warmth of his love enveloping you, wrapping you in a cocoon of blissful contentment.

As you eat, you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking, the lingering effects of three mind shattering orgasms still thrumming through your veins. The terrace is bathed in sunlight, the gentle breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean as it rustles through the air. In this moment, with your husband by your side, you feel completely and utterly at peace.

Together, you eat and laugh and as the last of the pancakes disappear and the caff is drained from your cups, you lean into Crosshair's embrace, savoring the feeling of his arms around you. In the quiet intimacy of your terrace, you revel in the simple joy of being together, your hearts beating as one in perfect harmony.

With a content sigh, you rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. In this moment, surrounded by his love and warmth, you know that there's nowhere else you'd rather be than here, in the arms of the man who completes you in every way imaginable.

[elysiansparadise]

Hiii! So happy to see that you're back, and I hope the summer season is treating you and your loved ones well! I was hoping you would be able to give your thoughts for Neptune in the 9th House? Thank you for your time!

Hello love, thank you so much. Summer is going just fine, I wish the same for you and your loved ones. I would love to gave my take on this placement. 💖

Neptune in the 9th house 

Natives with this placement are people who are interested in topics such as philosophy, the human psyche, spirituality and some artistic branches. These people are in constant search for deeper meanings about everything that surrounds them and even life itself, in the same way they can be attracted to various philosophies and beliefs. They have an idealistic and humanitarian perspective on life and it is likely that they have had big philosophical questions since they were little. Many of these people can acquire great knowledge or even be experts in esoteric topics, astrology, some branch of art or psychology. Many of them have the ability to understand, empathize and sympathize with other cultures or people regardless of their differences. They don't like to waste time on pretentious technicalities or superficial topics, they like to delve into topics that people don't usually investigate. They have a deep sense of compassion for humanity, one that is not just limited to those close to them. Many of them may be interested in humanitarian causes and like the idea of ​​working for the well-being of others. They desire to have a deeper and more emotional understanding of topics such as their existence, purpose, ideals and beliefs.

With Neptune here, natives can seek out to visit places that inspire them and provide them with transformative experiences. Travel can be seen as an opportunity for self-exploration and spiritual growth. This placement favors trips abroad, making it more likely that the native will travel even to different continents. One of the things that is not often mentioned about this placement is its creativity, and that is that natives with Neptune in this house are capable of creating deeply beautiful and fascinating things. They have a soul that is not only curious and empathetic, but also intuitive, seeking to find beauty in those small things that people do not usually take into account. They believe that there is more than what the eyes can see, and one of their most beautiful qualities is moving and understanding between what lies on the surface. They find inspiration in content such as music, photography or things related to cultures other than their own. These natives tend to immerse themselves in a topic when it catches their attention. However, if Neptune makes many tense aspects, we can observe a tendency towards fanaticism.

These natives have a particularity, and that is the calm they project. That feeling of not only being in a safe place when they are around, but, due to their sensitive and intuitive nature, the feeling of being with someone genuine and real. Throughout their lives they develop a strong compassion for others, as well as a desire to include everyone and make them feel understood. They seek to make the world a better place, and although they know that they cannot change everything in a snap, they seek to contribute with their small grain of sand. Many of them may enjoy daydreaming or having a little place to retreat to when reality becomes overwhelming. There is a tendency to procrastinate with Neptune here, as well as getting too immersed in one project and then wanting to work on another simultaneously.

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[eflen-n-reegee]

Caregiver Guardians Headcanons (Rise of the Guardians)

Jack Frost

He loves ANY kind of game; board games, chase games, sports games, nonsense games - whatever it is, he’s happy to play it with you.

He’ll take you flying with him, but be ready for midair tricks and teasing.

On that note: pranks. Jack plays constant pranks - on you, on the other Guardians, on strangers, he just loves teasing people. He often recruits you to help play tricks.

You will NEVER be overheated again. Anytime Jack thinks you’re getting overly warm, he’ll create frost under your feet or send ice creeping up the walls.

He’s not always good at toning down his energy levels, but if you need a quiet day he’ll do his best to oblige.

North

The workshop is ALWAYS open to you. You can play with the elves, bother the Yeti, and “test” all of the toys. It can get a little overwhelming sometimes (the workshop is a very loud, busy place, after all), so you’re also welcome to retreat to North’s office if you need a break.

In his free time he enjoys carving toys and figurines out of ice, and he then imbues them with magic so they can do impossible things. Nearly every time you visit, he’ll make you something as a gift.

North will use the snowglobes to take you all over the world. Not just to other cities or countries, but to magical places no human has ever been able to see.

He is very dramatic, and loves playing pretend with you. He tends to get VERY invested in his role, to the point where his work has to be put on hold. “I can’t check naughty list now, can’t you see I am sailing this boat?”

North gives the best pep talks. He never wants you to feel like you’re anything less than amazing, and he’s wonderful at calming any fears you might have.

Bunny

The week before Easter, the Warren is insanely busy; but the rest of the time, it’s a very quiet, peaceful place. Bunny’s happy to bring you down there whenever you ask, to play or have a picnic or just enjoy the scenery.

Whenever you’re feeling down he’ll paint a few eggs for you, with your favorite colors and shapes and patterns. Then he’ll hide them where he knows you’ll find them.

He has a dozen nicknames for you, all of them affectionately teasing - ankle-biter, rugrat, nipper, etc.

He HATES cold weather… but if you really want to go out in the cold, he’ll always join you.

Any time you get tired of walking, he’ll set you on his back and run. He’s very fast, and it might be a little frightening at first, but he would never let you fall.

Tooth

Obviously she insists that you brush and floss daily, but she finds ways to make it a fun activity.

She’ll happily hold you on her hip while she’s hovering or flying near the ground. (She doesn’t like to take you too high in case you get scared.)

Out of all the Guardians, she’s the best at handling scraped knees or bumps on the head… but her bedside manner takes a little getting used to. “Oh, I know it hurts sweetie, but look! This bruise is such a pretty shade of purple!”

Tooth loves sitting with you while you’re asleep. If it weren’t for all the work she needs to do, she’d stay with you all night - she loves seeing you so peaceful and content.

Thanks to her abilities as a Guardian, she’s able to help you remember the most important moments in your life. These memories aren’t inherently good, but they are the moments that helped shape the best parts of your character. She’s happy to share them with you whenever you need them, and she’s already ready to comfort you if some of the memories cause negative feelings.

Sandy

He can help ANYONE fall asleep. Clinical insomnia, stressful day, too much caffeine - Sandy can knock you out in a moment if you want him to, with guaranteed good dreams to follow.

But, if you like staying up late, that’s fine too! Sandy is happy to take you along while he makes his rounds, showing you the night sky in different parts of the world.

He creates various animals or objects to send into people’s dreams. He’s also willing to make little toys or creatures for you to play with.

Sandy is a great listener. If you need to talk about your troubles, your bad day, your personal worries, he’s always there. Afterwards, he’ll offer to weave you a dream where things are different. Or, if you just want to get it off your chest and then move on, that’s fine too.

On a slightly related note, he’s fantastic with quiet kiddos. While the other Guardians might try to fill up silent moments with chatting, he doesn’t care if you never say a word. Your company is alway enough.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Agere Helena Harper ໒ ˚⁎

Hiii!!! I was wndering if I could get some hcs for regressor Helena Harper ... N maybe cg Leon Kennedy :3

•Her life has been filled with traumas, from her experiences in the Secret Service to the horrific events in Resident Evil 6. So, her regression often occurs as an escape from the overwhelming guilt and stress she feels, allowing her to retreat to a time when things were simpler and she felt safe

•Comfort in Routine : Helena finds great comfort in routines when she’s regressed. Simple, predictable activities like having a specific bedtime ritual, a favorite stuffed animal, or a comforting blanket help her

•She often likes to follow the same steps each night, like brushing her teeth, reading a bedtime story, and having a warm drink before snuggling up with her favorite plushie

•Helena is very private about her regression. She tends to hide it from others colleagues, knowing that she needs to appear strong and capable at all times

•Helena enjoys drawing and coloring when regressed. It’s a way for her to express emotions that she finds difficult to share. She loves using soft pastel colors and often draws scenes that bring her peace, like nature or happy memories

•She’s also drawn to creative crafts like making friendship bracelets or decorating photo frames. These activities help her feel calm and focused

•Loud noises can be particularly overwhelming for Harper when she’s regressed. She often seeks out quiet, cozy spaces where she can retreat if things get too noisy or chaotic

•Soft, calming music or white noise helps her relax, and she might enjoy listening to lullabies or nature sounds like ocean waves or rain

•She might drape a blanket over herself to create a small "fort" where she can hide away until she feels ready to face the world again

•Helena get more sensitive to textures when slipping in her little space, finding comfort in soft, plush materials. She loves wearing oversized sweaters, fuzzy socks, and cuddling up in a pile of soft blankets

•She’s also fond of soft toys, often carrying around a favorite stuffed animal that she holds close when she feels anxious or needs reassurance

•When regressed, Harper can be quite shy and may find it difficult to express her needs or desires verbally. She often communicates through gestures or by holding onto something familiar, like a toy or blanket

•Helena feels at peace in nature. She loves going on quiet walks through the woods or spending time in a garden, feeling the grass under her feet and listening to the birds. These moments help her feel grounded and connected to something bigger

•She also enjoys collecting small treasures from nature, like smooth stones, leaves, or flowers, which she keeps in a special box

•Certain foods provide Helena with a deep sense of comfort when she’s regressed. She has a soft spot for simple, warm meals like oatmeal, soup, or mac and cheese. Sweet treats like cookies or fruit slices are also favorites, especially when shared with someone she trusts

•She loves playing with her dolls or plush animals that she can care for, projecting her nurturing instincts onto them

•When it comes to games, she prefers gentle, cooperative ones that don’t involve too much competition or pressure

•Helena is very tactile when regressed, often seeking out physical comfort from those she trusts. She might lean against her caregiver, hold their hand, or enjoy being gently rocked or cuddled

•Hugs and back rubs are especially comforting for her, helping to ease any tension or anxiety she might be feeling

•Stories play a big role in Helena’s regression. She loves being read to, particularly stories with happy endings or tales of bravery and kindness. The sound of a familiar, calming voice telling a story helps her feel safe and loved

•She might have a few favorite books that she returns to again and again, finding comfort in the familiarity of the stories and characters

•Harper likely has a small, inconspicuous item that she clings to during regression, perhaps a locket or a charm that reminds her of happier times with her sister, Deborah

•Her regression usually happens in quiet moments when she’s alone, such as in a safe house or after a mission, where she can let her guard down without fear of judgment

•Although Helena tries to be strong, during regression she craves reassurance and validation from someone she trusts. If Leon or another close ally were to notice her regressed state, she would need them to assure her that everything is going to be okay, even if it’s just for a little while

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[multiplicity-positivity]

hi uh i could use some advice :<

im a host of a recent system of 20-ish and guh i am t i r e d

im mainly looking for advice on how to switch or just retreat into the headspace/leave front or even just kinda stop being fully aware while still being in front for awhile bc id rlly like to take a break and the realization that im most likely front attracted/frontstuck is kinda making me more tired of being in front

also if it helps at all my(&) system is parogenic + traumagenic in origin (specifically parotraumagenic) and theres kinda iffy communication between members (some of them i have clear communication with and they randomly pop up to say stuff, some i have no idea where they are and some of them i can usually only hear when im directly interacting with them).

afaik (as far as i know) only three?? ppl have rlly "fronted" per se, and the rest have been co-con

i apologize for the long and mildly depressing ask but any help is appreciated also dont forget to hydrate

Hello! We have some posts that might help you that we’d like to share if that’s okay. The first is a post we wrote a while back with some tips on switching from our own experience:

We’d also like to share this post by @rin-and-jade on being frontstuck or frontlocked, and how to go about unsticking yourself!

Our own system host (Parker) is almost always fronting to some extent. It can certainly be exhausting and disheartening fronting nonstop, especially when other members of your system can seemingly come and go as they please. He’s going to put some info under a cut for how he copes with fronting constantly, in case you want some advice on coping with being genuinely unable to switch out!

We hope something here will be helpful for you! We’re wishing you the best of luck with switching out or at least learning how best to cope with fronting in your future!

(Host here - I’ll just write this bit if thats okay. Anyway here’s some stuff I do to deal with The Horrors of perpetual existence)

Meditation

Taking a few moments to sit in comfortable silence can be useful for me when I’m feeling stressed or overwhelmed or straight up exhausted. Here’s how I meditate (I’m no expert and I’m sure there’s better ways to do this… this is just what I do)

- get in a comfortable position in a quiet place where I’m not likely to be disturbed

- set a timer on my phone for 5 minutes

- close my eyes, focus on my breathing

- don’t dwell on any thoughts but also don’t push them away; acknowledge them and let them go

- try to stay still and calm until my timer goes off

And that’s it. Sometimes I get interrupted by an alter or something outside, but for the most part, this is how I’ve been able to meditate effectively.

Rest

I take naps whenever I can. I sit down whenever I can. I’ll literally just close my eyes for a few minutes whenever I can. Our body has issues with chronic fatigue, and fronting constantly can sometimes exacerbate our exhaustion. So yeah I am a huge fan of naps and will often set a timer for like 15-20 minutes and snooze whenever the opportunity arises. Even just lying down with closed eyes can help replenish some energy.

Distractions

Reading, watching something on TV, or playing video games can help give me somewhat of a break even if I’m still fronting. I do tend to try and keep us distracted as much as possible… sometimes to our own detriment. But if you find that you really aren’t ever able to switch out, or if your system is specutien and that’s just the way your system functions, finding things you enjoy that can serve as distractions may help you as well.

Saying No

This one’s tough, but I’m trying to learn to say no when I’m overwhelmed or have too much on my plate. This means sometimes I’ll cancel plans, hand off a responsibility, make a compromise, or turn down an opportunity if I don’t have the energy for it.

Honestly idk how much my addition can help you, but if you find that you’re not ever able to switch out at all please know there’s other folks out there in similar positions. Hoping you can make the most of your situation, anon /genuine

[firstdivisiongirl]

heyo!! this is about your matchups :)! i’m looking for my perfect match in one piece

i’m quinn, i go by any pronouns. i’m an aquarius and a infp.

personality wise, i’m a very quiet, shy and reserved person at first glance. i avoid eye contact with people im relatively not comfortable with. but when im with friends, family, or people im more comfortable with, i open up and i become a more humorous, extroverted, and open person. i’m also a very laid back person and don’t like taking things too seriously, i also hate judging people for who they are and accept them no matter what walks of life they come from. i really enjoy solitude and quietness, i don’t like when things get too loud or crazy because i get overwhelmed and/or overwhelmed easily and i retreat back to a comfortable, safe place when that happens. humor also is a big part of my personality and i love bickering or teasing my friends if they’re comfortable with it. im also a big hopeless romantic and i fall in love easily. im a open person and it doesn’t take that long to get me to open up about sensitive things. speaking more on sensitivity, deep down im a sensitive person and i take things to heart easily, im also very hard on myself even when i make the most tiniest mistakes.

for likes, i have a deep love for art and i hold the subject dear to my heart. i create pieces almost daily, and could ramble on hours on end about how much art means to me and how i create pieces. i’m also a big fan of astrology and astronomy, and i love to stargaze. i’m not a picky person food wise and ill eat (almost) everything given to me. i really love trying new things and don’t like to back down on an opportunity to do more stuff. i love to collect little trinkets at rocks (like crystals and soda tabs). and i really like going on long nature walks. i also like having long-drawn out conversations with people and will never let down an opportunity for it.

for dislikes, like i said before i don’t really like loud things (like crowds, shouting, etc). i also hate pessimism and it annoys me to an extent. i hate verbal conflict and almost subconsciously tend to separate myself from any source of it.

for hobbies, art, obviously. i like playing guitar somtimes. and i like doing any arts and crafts related things as well.

i hope this is enough info for ya! if you don’t do this request, that’s totally fine.

i hope you have a nice day/night:D thanks!

Hi Quinn! Thank you for the request and happy holidays! I would love to see your art one day! You seem so passionate about it and I bet it’s amazing! But let’s see who your perfect match is!

You got…

Sanji!!!!

You two are both so passionate about your respective passions. I could see you two work on cooking and art together just explaining to each other what you’re doing and why.

Supposedly, Sanji plays guitar too. I could see a cute jam session!

Sanji is a sweetheart, so he’d never be mean to you and make you upset. He’d also listen to you for hours about what you’re feeling. He would be yours #1 fan and cheerleader!

He’d ask you for your opinion on his food.

Dates I think would be long walks together.

He’d do most of the talking, since you are on the quiet side.

100% would bring you back trinkets from any adventure!!!!

[pokemoncaretips]

How about the Kalosian and Alolan Ninetales lines? Big fan of fox Pokemon and I would love to learn more about my girl, Poli'ahu, make sure I'm treating her the best I can and all.

I find regional forms absolutely fascinating, how the same base pokemon can have such radical diversity in form and needs. If you don't mind, i'll just do the Alolan form for now, as otherwise the writeup for both together would be GIGANTIC.

General notes: A shy and gentle pokemon, the Alolan ninetales is revered as a sacred messenger by Alolans. But it's also a pokemon who likes its solitude and can be easily overwhelmed.

General care: When it comes to the entire line, the main point of note is that they really cannot cope with warm climates. Like many ice types, they like it cool. If for whatever reason you have to travel somewhere with a warmer climate, gel cooling pads are a gift from Arceus. Remain alert for signs of heat distress such as panting, whining, restlessness, and a reddening of the gums. They can cool themselves off to some degree by spraying ice shards, but the Alolan mountain ranges offer many places to hide from summer heat that a city lacks and they can quickly get heatstroke. As a general rule, if the small ice particles on its coat are turning into water droplets, its too warm.

They like their food frozen, but they'll do that themselves, so don't worry about that. The ninetales is a shy and retiring pokemon that is easily overwhelmed by too much attention. Though wild ninetales do seem to have concern for lost humans, many are just guided down so the ninetales has its privacy back. For that reason, it's important to set up a space it can retreat to, and equally important to respect its boundaries when it goes to that space. They're loyal and friendly pokemon, sure, but they need their own space like anyone else. And an overloaded ninetales is a very dangerous thing. Overall, ice types tend to be tricky to care for, and not everyone can maintain the cool environment they need. Care rating: Orange.

Training: Any treat you offer them will be supercooled rapidly, so make sure they understand "wait" and "you can have it" as commands, or you risk frostbite. Otherwise, a well bonded ninetales or vulpix offers few major challenges for a trainer. Training rating: Green.

Safety: Unlike the more common variant, the Alolan ninetales has no record of cursing anyone when angered, but it has been recorded to lash out with ice when pushed. It is recommended to socialize early and often, and always keep your pokeball nearby. Though they don't curse, the tendency towards grudges is species-wide. So if someone has given them cause to form a grudge, it's safest to just keep them balled around that person, just in case. Safety rating: Orange.

Overall ranking. A loyal yet shy pokemon with a tendency towards heatstroke, but a great companion otherwise.

[countlessrealities]

Kisses under the mistletoe || No longer accepting

@imprvdente sent: 💋 - your muse kisses my muse under a mistletoe without a warning (Teen Fish for Morty hehe)

The invitation to the party had been a real surprised. Usually, Summer was the one people asked for and Morty had, at most, been allowed to tag along in a couple of occasions. People had never been too happy to have him at their parties, at first because he was considered a total loser and now also because of the weird sci-fi messes that tended to happen around him.

If his sister hadn't pointed out that he had been invited because he was a close friend of Fish, he would have thought that it was a prank and would have simply ignored it. He had been tempted to be skeptical even after that, but he also had to acknowledge that, since the two of them had become tight, people had started to avoid him a little less. The girl was pretty popular after all, and the rest of the students tended to be easily swayed by popular people's choices and behavours.

Thus, how he had ended up carpooling with Summer and two of her friends to the pub where the party was. He spotted a few of his classmates, Jessica first and foremost, but most of the presents were from Summer's grade. That probably explained the very spiked punch.

After a few awkward attempts at joining conversations and the briefest exchange with his long-time crush, Morty had retreated in a less crowded part of the main room, sipping his third glass. He wasn't necessarily trying to get drunk, but the alcohol was doing wonders to soothe his nerves and that was a reason good enough to keep his glass full.

He had almost resigned himself to spend the rest of the night with nothing but his plastic glass as company when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. The face of the person who was the reason why he was there in the first place.

The boy's expression lit up visibly at the sight of his friend, who seemed to be heading towards him, and hurried to meet her halfway.

"H-Hey, Fish! I-I was wondering where you were, s-since, you know, I got invited because of you. O-Or, uh, well, that's what Summer..." He started once the girl was within ear's reach, but he abruptly cut himself off once he noticed that she wasn't looking at him, but at something above them.

Confusion spreading on his features, Morty made to glance upwards in turn, but he wasn't given the chance to get a glimpse of whatever had attracted Fish's attention, because the latter's hand abruptly grabbed the sides of his face, startling him.

Hazel eyes widened in surprise and lips parted, but no word could leave his throat. The girl's mouth covered his before he could properly react, leaving him frozen.

The kiss was very much similar to the one she had given him during her "kissing lesson", not too long ago. Determined and heartfelt, passionate but without being invasive to the point of being uncomfortable.

Confusion and desire to return the gesture battled inside him for a few, long moments, trapping him in a lull, until the latter urge won, bringing him to rest his hands on Fish's side and starting to kiss back. Less shyly than he had the previous time, more boldly and heatedly.

He wasn't think, he was just feeling. His crush had only grown stronger the more time they spent together and this felt like the best moment to let it out, even if he had no idea of what had prompted the kiss in the first place. Or, maybe, exactly because he didn't know. It meant that he could be spontaneous, that he could act before all his doubts and insecurities could catch up with him.

If it had turned out that he had misread the situation, assuming that it was possible, he could have used shock to explain his reaction.

Eventually, Fish broke away from the kiss, much more slowly than she had started it, and Morty was left lightheaded and overwhelmed. His gaze travelled up, as if the order that his brain had given his eyes before it was interrupted had managed to pass through, and it landed on the bunch of mistletoe hanging over their heads.

Oh. Of course. That explained everything. It was a little disappointing, even if he wouldn't have admitted it, but it made more sense.

"D-Damn, I hadn't noticed it! I-I didn't know they had put...those around," he commented with a forced chuckle, taking a step back and rubbing his nape. "I-I guess...Uh, I never had the chance to...you know. D-Do that. Even if it's tradition, so...O-One thing crossed out of the bucket list, am I right?"

Why couldn't the floor just swallow him already?

"H-How about we get something to drink?" He was in sore need of a refill. Right now. "T-They spiked the punch, b-but it's...actually not bad!"

[eternal-reverie]

It’s been a while!~

I, uh, withdrew, from everything online last year for many reasons. It all got overwhelming and my anxiety was like, “Retreat!” Being offline for awhile was a nice change of pace but I did miss being on online spaces.

I decided this is going to be the year I’m going to be more open and less restrained if that makes sense? I tend to overthink things and it gives me anxiety with sharing…anything. From opinions to thoughts to conversations to my art. It’s a bit debilitating. But!!! I’m going to make it a goal to change that.

Sooooo…life updates! Lots of stuff actually happened for me last year. I got a job that I actually really like! I get to work with kids and it’s fun to help out with organizing activities for them. (lowkey peeved this might get me into the education pipeline b/c I’ve been trying to avoid that track but we’ll see lol) I got my driver’s license!!! I finally had the time and money to get that over with (started back in 2015 oof that feels long ago).

Graduating though…is still a work in progress. But I think I’m ready to approach that final class sometime soon. Learning that I was burnt out from my major took a year or two to process. Will update if I ever get it out of the way.

I think I will finally post all the art I made during that time because I gotten over those pieces. They used to weigh on me on how unpolished they were or a lot of them are incomplete projects. I think trying to get them done first and foremost, and not making new stuff, stalled everything I was making back. Like I think I had more art done when I was trying to juggle more? But it’s also the arm and wrist pain that stops me midway lmao. It’s made me so scared to even pick up a pencil. Definitely gotta work out these noodles called arms.

Going to post more oc art too and be more self indulgent with sharing them haha. I have too many imaginary ppl running around my head.

Hmm what else? Oh I’m making progress with my kh fic! Fingers crossed that I get a first draft all done this year. I think having it all done and posting it part by part will be for the best. I’m excited to share all the ideas and story I’ve been coming up with. I’ll share what I can w/o spoiling. Perhaps in funny sketches alluding to that happens in the fic.

[roobylavender]

i know you don’t like damian, but i’m very interested in your canon divergence iteration of him. I know you mentioned him getting an anglicized name like damian from his adoptive parents, but would talia have given him a name before giving him up? if so, would she have ever told either damian or bruce what that name is? which parent do you think damian would ultimately be more curious about? who’s side would he be prone to taking in disagreements? is there a bio parent he would prefer the company of, or would he try to split his time fairly evenly between talia & bruce? who would he have more in common with? who would he want to have things in common with? outside his family, who would he look up to? would he ever find out that r’as specifically ordered the death of his parents or just that the league was involved? how would he react to that information? would he be resistant to viewing talia and bruce as his parents because he already had parents? would he blame them for his adoptive parents deaths at all? would he have a similar personality irt the angry yet sensitive dichotomy he’s known for? and lastly, do you think damian’s story would be more interesting if he were brutalia’s daughter rather than their son?

sincerely, someone who thinks dc needs to realize how many of their legacy characters are sons because HOLY FUCK it is basically all of them.

ps. as the anon who sent you the ask regarding how dick would fit into this au a while back, i think it would be interesting to see damian initially forgo the robin mantle (too much history, he’d never admit it but it’s intimidating) and sort of throw his own thing together in attempt to try to investigate his parents deaths a la the backstories where dick basically throws on his flying grayson costume and a mask to hunt down zucco with or without bruce, as i feel like literally every character would end up having very strong emotions about it. i am however unsure if damian would try to name the costume or not. also sorry for the length of this ask.

i don't think she would have given him a name, not because of a lack of love on her part but bc parting with him would have been harder had she claimed any kind of right to him by doing so. i like to think even when she's reunited with him she'd be more inclined to call him by arabic pet names than the name his adoptive parents gave him bc it would feel like a part she couldn't lay claim to. though maybe when he's older and she feels less guilty over giving him up she might feel more comfortable about it

he'd probably be more curious about talia bc there's less about her to tell. bruce is known by so many people but talia is really only known by a few. he could know what she was like and about her dedication to her causes but he wouldn't know who she really was until she was prepared to open up in the first place once she moves past the guilt. bruce might be awkward but he craves companionship. i think he'd be desperate to impart himself

my version of damian probably isn't older than seven-ish so i don't know that he'd have a concept of taking sides like he would be more intrigued than anything bc everything about them is new. i could honestly imagine him being overwhelmed and retreating into his own corner bc he doesn't want to deal with the gravity of their disagreements. maybe that's where the pets can come in

wayne manor is very daunting and gaping and empty in so many ways so as a child i think damian would prefer talia's company bc her apartment is comparatively cozier and closer to the normalcy he may have once had with his adoptive parents, and bc she does tend to keep a stricter divide between her personal and professional life where she can. but bruce and talia would def share custody and i like the idea of damian feeling less lonely on his visits to bruce bc cass and tim are there and he is not viewed as a rabid threat in this scenario lol

interests wise i am biased and want him to have more in common with talia lol. like she is the environmentalist and coming off of a brief education with ra's i think he would want to at least try to maintain that and she would be the person to do it with yknow. but i also like to think he's a free spirit like her and as endeared to animals and so they bond over that too. i imagine as a result of that he'd want to have more things in common with bruce. so maybe each time he stays at wayne manor he reads a book from bruce's personal library and gathers up the courage to talk to bruce about it bc the look of pride on bruce's face fills him up to the brim

i still enjoy the premise of dick and damian's relationship so it'd be nice if dick became his role model in some way. i really loved that idea you presented of damian being the person capable of bridging those gaps between dick and bruce and i also like the idea of damian being someone through whom dick learns to be a better mentor bc he's more self-aware with regards to the connection and complexity of the situation so he tries harder to moderate his instincts and inclinations

personally i absolutely want him to find out ra's was the one who killed his parents. but maybe many years after ra's dies bc i don't think that's something a child so young and having gone through so much trauma already would necessarily be prepared to process, regardless of how allegedly smart or mature he could be for his age. not that he would necessarily fare any better at an older age like he would clearly be upset in any case but i think it's still preferable to leaving a seven year old child to process that

he wouldn't be resistant to acknowledging bruce and talia as his parents in my version of events bc he would already know he was adopted. i remember the couple at the end of son of the demon looked nothing like bruce and talia so i'm pretty sure damian would face the hurdle of being asked why he doesn't look like his parents relatively early. i think he'd be more curious and potentially judgmental as to why bruce and talia (esp talia obv) gave him up bc their reasons for giving him up would literally still be at play in front of him. maybe he'd hold it against them how they can't be the parents he'd already grown used to bc their lives are so much bigger than their own, and that's not a problem he ever experienced with his adopted parents

i honestly feel like a lot of damian's personality is a product of racism so like. at best i think i would maintain the festering indignation and loneliness that sometimes manifests itself in rebellious outbursts or cutting accusations. but my version of damian is probably comparatively subdued to the canon one bc he's grown up in a normal household and doesn't have a eugenics based superiority complex lol

giving them a daughter could be fun bc it would be different but at the same time idk what that would accomplish that talia's personal arc hadn't been dedicated to already. like i think you could make their kid into either a boy or a girl and it wouldn't matter bc the position of being a girl mattered specifically wrt talia given her father's views of succession, which aren't views bruce possesses

that would be a really fun premise! even moreso if like. damian is initially wary of the lives that his parents lead but upon recognizing that they could lead him to unearth the truth about his parents' deaths he may be more inclined to take interest in the craft and pursue his own temporary vision of heroism. that could be a great avenue through which to help him bond with and parallel to dick too

[hismercytomyjustice]

Waaah!!! My bff is coming to visit me next weekend and I’m so excited!!!

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I haven’t seen her since my birthday back in March when we went and did a Clue themed escape room.

She was originally gonna be in town for another reason that one got cancelled, but she’s still coming to see me and it means a lot! We only live about 2.5 hours apart, but it’s hard to find time to meet up. She’s always crazy busy, so I try to not to add to her overwhelm.

I’M SO EXCITED!!! Gonna take her to this killer coffee shop and maybe see if I can find some local karaoke.

Lol she said we could watch some of the movies we’ve been meaning to but let’s be real. We always end up talking nonstop when we’re together so the number of movies we’ll get through is…probably not many, haha.

Hoping to get to visit her later this year to maybe see Clue the Musical (sensing a theme?). And to see her sweet little baby kitty who almost tolerates me!!!

It’d be nice to revisit the area too. I’ve only been living back in my hometown for a year now, after living there for a decade. I prefer that area but wanted to move closer to home for a variety of reasons. It’s tough sometimes. Putting down new roots is hard. Especially for a veritable hermit like me who abhors change in any form.

That also reminds me I’m gonna have to travel for work in June and I don’t wanna.

(;﹏;) It’ll be fine. It’s just for a few days, but I’m exhausted just thinking about it. Gonna have to fly there on a Monday morning and won’t be back home until late Wednesday. It is gonna be wildly busy too. It’s the first time our all remote team will be meeting in person with just our team. I’ve only seen them all in person once before when we had Summit in NOLA last year, but that included our entire business unit.

We were told we’ll probably do Summit with the whole business unit every two years, so that’ll be coming up again next year too.

I just find it wildly exhausting to have to be “on” for other people. Haven’t figured out if it’s an ADHD masking thing or not. Just constantly in my own head like “make eye contact, stop fidgeting, pre-plan topics of conversation, make sure you look interested and engaged, what can you contribute to this conversation” etc. Then retreating to my hotel room to lick my “being social” wounds and inevitably being a shell of a human for 1-2 days after I get back home.

Now that I have the privilege to work from home and have since March 2020, my social battery is almost nonexistent. I’m also hyperaware of how I am around other people, likely because I’m physically around other people so rarely. Partly by choice and partly because of lacking said social battery.

I’m also constantly talking to other people at work, even though I’m remote. Email, Slack, phone, WebEx. My job is super demanding which is good because it keeps me engaged but bad because it tends to wipe me out. I’m much happier than I was when I was stuck in sales *shudders* but when I’m working now, I need to be as close to 100% attention as possible. My executive function is always in shambles by the end of the day.

Hopefully work easing up over the next few months will help.

While I’m a fast worker, having to maintain ALL of my focus for hours at a time is so fucking hard. But the alternative is being fucking miserable at work. And we all know how much our lives in the US revolve around our work!

Gonna be working with my therapist too on better handling demands like this. I am desperate for a routine but when so much of my executive function is devoted to my job, it’s nigh impossible for me to dole it out elsewhere.

And also being more ~self-compassionate~.

(；¬＿¬)

Why is self-compassion so hard???

Because you have OCD and ADHD, you ninny. And you live in a capitalistic hellscape.

[bismuth-209]

hiya! super weird question but if, let’s say hypothetically, one of your friends turned out to be - in a very literal sense - not the same person they were when you met them (in that they are in fact a system and the host you met originally is no longer around for whatever reason). would you be alright about that? would that make you feel differently about your friendship with this person? and can you tell that this is not actually that hypothetical?

(obviously i can’t stop you but for various reasons i would prefer it if you didn’t try to guess who sent this ask to you. thanks.)

hi! this sort of has happened to me twice

i used to have a friend, C for short, who actually already knew they were the host of a system. at some point though, someone who i believe at the time hadn't quite figured out he wasn't C, was like. hm i wanna change my name, suggestions?

and it turned out that was N, and C had retreated back into the mind a little. N is now the host, and i also know another headmate of theirs. don't fully remember what C is like at this point because i don't speak to them a lot but i can assure you i have no issues with N being here now

i also have an irl friend who's a system or something akin to it, and in the 2 or so months we've known eachother it's now happened twice that the friend i made got severely overwhelmed and needed to take a break and someone else took her place. i have been trying to be his friend too, they're incredibly different personality-wise, so it feels kinda strange sometimes, and i at times missed the friend i know better, but they needed their time away. i tried to treat the situation as having met through a mutual friend, who's gone away for now.

i have other friends who are systems too, and i try to learn a bit about how they specifically function and how they'd like to be treated by me. for example, some systems appreciate you asking about like "you're not the host rn right?" and some would rather you don't ask if they don't say. things like that

now to say things about you

i'd want to get to know you again, as you. i am guessing i've known y'all for a little while, considering how you're asking, so i think i think i know things about you that are no longer applicable. our friendship might change, but my friendships with different people are different. like, for example i have some friends i tend to make certain jokes around more, some friends i love coming to for advice, some friends i dm when i want to discuss a particular topic, you know. that might change with you. maybe we have a shared interest that i didn't have with your previous host

[lovelikedestiny]

“Fuck!"

It's an exclamation from Nicky over the radio that makes Booker stop so abruptly that Nile runs full tilt into him; her face making acquaintance with his broad back and she just barely avoids accidentally shooting him in the ass with her gun.

"Damn it, Booker!" She hisses, heart pounding in fear of being overheard by the drug dealers who are about to be put through the wringer by them. "What the hell wa-" She begins in a whisper, irritated by what caused him to stop.

He interrupts her with a raised hand, signaling her to be quiet, and Nile obediently shuts her mouth. Of course, she knows how important it is on missions to agree upon something and trust each other, so she swallows her growing curiosity with difficulty, waiting dutifully instead.

For a handful of heartbeats, it seems like he's listening to something, but when Nile pricks up her ears, all she hears are the noises of the warehouse - the radio remains silent.

"Okay," Booker finally whispers, and starts moving again. "Let's keep going."

The closer they get to the drug dealers about to load another shipment, the sharper Nile's perception becomes, and she falls into the rhythm of objective focus that allows her not to be affected by overwhelming excitement or fear.

Booker gives her a small grin and nods wordlessly at her, silently counting with his fingers, ready to heckle the drug dealers through Andy and Joe on the other side. Three, two, o-

"Motherfucking shit!" The next curse rings out on Nile's radio and once again Booker freezes, pressing his back against one of the containers. One of his long arms also pushes Nile further into the shadows.

Booker's strange behavior deeply confuses Nile and she notices a drop of sweat slowly trickling down her temple. As he begins to retreat, pushing her further back as well, she braces herself against him with little success, but has to give in so as not to draw the enemies' attention to them after all.

Only when they are out of earshot, outside the warehouse, and the icy wind makes her shiver, she confronts him, irritated by now. "What are you doing? We were almost there! Did you get cold feet? Or did I miss something?" Nile actually always thought her perceptiveness was more than good. "We can't leave Andy and Joe alone with them!"

"Andy and Joe are on their way back to the car, too," Booker replies, his breath a bright cloud in the night air. "The mission's off."

At first, Nile thinks she has misheard. "O…sorry, what?! Are you kidding me?"

Calmly, Booker stows the explosives he was going to attach to the vans in his backpack. "Do I look like I'm kidding?" He asks, slightly amused, and Nile has no idea what he finds so funny.

"Booker?" Andy's voice crackles in Nile's ear.

"Already on our way," Booker answers her unspoken question, and Nile has the hated feeling that she is missing something important.

"All right, see you at the car."

As Booker starts walking the way they'd just taken with careful caution, Nile trudges behind, grumbling.

"Could someone explain to me what has fucking changed with our plan in there?" Even though she's been part of the team for several months, the others continue to tend to forget that, as a newcomer, she has no idea about insiders or secret maneuvers.

Booker takes pity on her with an apologetic look and slows his steps so she can catch up to him. "Nicky swore," is his only explanation, and Nile is about to punch him in the shoulder.

"I’ve noticed. So?" She asks impatiently.

"Have you ever heard Nicky swear?"

A little, Nile feels like a student that is pointed towards the answer of a riddle by a teacher who wants her to solve it independently. But as she ponders Booker's question, she's surprised to realize that she's actually never heard Nicky curse.

Part of her protests firmly, because everyone curses at some point, right? But even as she strains her brain and digs into memories, she can't find a moment when Nicky had cursed in any form.

Last Monday, half his shoulder had been ripped off in an explosion, and though Nile had been able to tell he was in great pain, Nicky had endured the healing of the injury with a stoic expression.

Yesterday he had accidentally burned dinner, but instead of swearing, Nicky had merely sighed and then made a delicious meal from scratch.

"Nicky doesn't just swear," Booker puts her thoughts into words. "Which, by implication, means the shit is going to hit the fan when he does swear."

"Makes sense," Nile reluctantly admits, suddenly strangely glad to be out of the warehouse, to which she gives an uneasy look. "But the first time Nicky cursed, you didn't abort the mission yet."

"I was waiting to see if he would swear a second time." Booker seems to have been seized by an inner turmoil at Nicky's curses, showing Nile that this is indeed a serious matter.

"It's very simple, Nile. One curse is something like a red flag, okay?Swearing twice means immediately canceling the mission, and three curses means we should take to our heels." Subconsciously, Booker's walking pace increases and Nile struggles to keep up with his long legs.

"Keep that in mind. Got our asses saved a lot of tim-"

An Italian curse cuts Booker off. Even though Nile's Italian is a little rusty it must be quite a heavy curse by the face Booker pulls.

And Nile starts running.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, I hope you're having a nice day! May I request hcs on how Riddle, Leona, Vil, Idia, and Malleus will react finding their gn s/o just sitting on a bench when it rains quiet hard. And it turns out it's just a way to soothe themselves from all the stress. feel free to ignore this if it bothers you!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Riddle can’t make rhyme or reason of your way of thinking! Sitting out in the rain is begging to catch a fever the next day, so he’s very much against it—even if you do say it helps you relax.

He drags you to Heartslabyul (all while reciting a slew of other things you could be doing to destress instead of sitting in the rain). While you dry yourself off, Riddle vanishes into another room and returns with rain coats and rain boots. “If you’re going to head back out, you may as well do it in a practical manner.”

You and Riddle don your matching outfits, and he follows you out into a wet world. He watches a bit uneasily as you happily twirl and splash around in puddles, even stepping back so as to avoid getting hit with stray water droplets. Is it really that much fun...?

You notice his staring and decide to get him in on the fun! Grasping Riddle’s hands in yours, you lead him around in the rain. He’s surprised by your initiative, but follows along in a somewhat stiff manner, if only to please his beloved.

With time, Riddle manages to loosen up a bit and finally finds his footing. He finds himself laughing along with you as you jump in various puddles on the path and send water flying everywhere. The rain washes away your stress—and Riddle’s.

Leona’s scowling when he comes across you in the rain. As a cat, he’s not particularly fond of water—but he’s even less fond of finding you in the middle of such a heavy storm, no matter what your reasoning for it may be!

Without first asking what you’re up to, Leona whisks you up in his arms in an aggressive princess carry and hauls you off to Savanaclaw. Whenever you protest, he just grumbles for you to be quiet and behave like “a good little herbivore”.

Once you arrive, he tosses you onto his mattress with a spare towel and orders you to dry off. Leona unceremoniously works at drying himself too, since he ran around in the rain trying to find you earlier. When he’s all done, he throws himself onto his bed with you and groans in relief.

Leona locks his arms around you and holds you flush against his chest. He murmurs in your ear that, as punishment for making him go through the trouble of fetching you, you’re going to be his body pillow for the evening! You point out that you just wanted to relax, but he just counters with, “Yeah? Then it’s time for you to help me relax.”

You relent, allowing Leona to nestle against you as he drifts off to sleep. The rain continues, and you have a good view of it from the wide, open windows in Leona’s bedroom. Eventually, the sound of falling rain lulls you into a peaceful sleep in your boyfriend’s arms.

Vil tuts and scolds you for sitting in the rain. Though it may help you destress, you’re sure to catch a dreadful cold, come tomorrow! ... Plus, “drenched cat” is not a flattering look on anyone.

He prompts you to get onto your feet and under his umbrella—and once you do, he has you take ahold of it while he strips his blazer off and drapes it over your shoulders to keep you warm. Vil reclaims the umbrella, and, with his free hand, keeps you close to him while he escorts you to Pomefiore.

He assists you with drying off (using a special fluffy towel designed to minimize split ends). Then Vil produces a bottle of some fragrance and sprays it around, filling the room with a soothing smell that mimics ozone and petrichor—the smell of the world after rainfall.

He draws the curtains open as well, granting you both the sight and smell of the rain. You catch a good look of the outside, set awash—but a glass pane separates you from it. You place your hand on the window, absentmindedly staring out.

Vil gently puts a hand over yours, lacing his fingers together with your own. Prying your hand away from the window, he coaxes you to retreat further inside, where he has a sea of warm blankets prepared for you. He’s determined to pamper his sweet potato until all your stress has melted away~

At times like this, he’s supposed to be the cool anime protag by offering an umbrella or a jacket to his significant other, but Idia’s not that smooth. When he finds you, be doesn’t have either on him, so he just awkwardly stands there not knowing what to do or what to say until you notice him.

Idia listens to your reasoning for sitting in the storm—and though he doesn’t 100% agree, he does understand the sentiment of being so stressed or anxious that you’re overwhelmed, and just want the world to cleanse those negative feelings away.

He stumbles over his own words, but somehow manages to convince you to head inside to avoid getting sick. Idia sets you up in a large chamber which blasts you with heat to efficiently dry you off, so you’re dry again within seconds!

He asks you to cover your eyes and to follow the sound of his voice—he wants to show you “something cool”. When you open your eyes again, you find that Idia had led you to another special chamber, but this one has curved walls that project images and sound. With a remote, Idia summons the sounds and sights of falling rain upon the walls, which helps simulate sitting in the rain, but without the wet part!

He brings his video gaming consoles and buckets of snacks to the simulation room, and plops beside you to keep you company. You spend the rest of the evening sharing snacks and playing Mario Kart whatever games interest you.

With the wave of his hand, Malleus conjures up a magical shield. It’s spherical, forming an arch over your head to keep the rain from continuing to fall on you. He then ducks his head (so he can fit his horns under the shield’s cover) and takes a seat on the bench alongside you.

For his next handy trick, Malleus summons a little ball of fire, which slowly warms you up and dries you off. You can see your awestruck expression, illuminated by his enchanted flames, reflected in his eyes, which crease with fondness.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, until you finally pipe up to ask why he has done all of this, and why he has joined you. Surely a prince and a Dorm Leader would have more important matters to tend to than sitting in the rain.

Malleus gives a curt laugh and replies that while he is those things, he’s also your boyfriend, which means that he has a duty to stay by you. He offers to remain until you’re no longer stressed—

—and pulls you off the bench and into his arms. The magical little umbrella moves with you, a dome protecting you two from getting wet. You let Malleus guide your feet, and together, you share a whimsical dance in the rain.

[thestruidora]

Landslide

The Avengers (MCU) Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Shower Sex, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fluff, Oral Sex, thigh riding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dominance, Submission, Knotting, Scenting, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Rutting, Rut Sickness

Category: F/M

Pairings: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Summary: Steve was never quite sure if he truly was an alpha. Genetically he should be, coming from a long line of alpha males. But due to the several health conditions in his youth, his poorly functioning body never presented. But now, because of the serum reacting to his true designation, a terrible case of rut sickness takes hold of the super soldier, threatening his life. Being a beta, Natasha can’t offer him what he needs, and since omegas are rarer today then ever, she is forced to hire a foreign girl to tend to Steve during these desperate times.

Author’s notes: Did y'all miss me? Yeah, I'm sure you didn't.

If anyone is interested in getting to know the magical music genre called forró, I chose a couple of classics that I feel like definitively played on the reader's first and only June Party: O Xote das Meninas Xote Dos Milagres Cintura Fina Morena Tropicana

Shout outs: @captainchrisstan, @keenkiddeputynickel, @danidv011, @ballyhoobarnes, @pophbfdsxa, @crashbarbie, @readermia, @musicnowandforever661, @bianaguipa, @deezy-061 Thank you so much for your guy’s support!

For those who missed it: Chapter One >> Language Barrier Chapter Two >> Bilingual Chapter Three >> Miscommunication

Chapter Four

Gibberish

She can still remember the laughter. The giggling that came from the back of her throat as she threw her head back, a smile full of teeth spread through her lips. The exhilaration of being with her friends, dancing her heart out.

It was her favorite time of the year. The sounds of the June Party moving on her feet. The rhythmic vibrations of the music's beat coursing through her. The songs, the speaking, the dancing: all at once ringing in her ears. One of her very first alcoholic drinks running through her veins along with all the spinning making her dizzy.

She was the happiest she’s ever been.

Every year her older cousins would travel to the countryside of Bahia's state, where the June festivities were the most elaborate. Her mom, so controlling, so protective, would never let her go. But on the year of her 14th birthday, she begged a little more strongly, pleaded a little more fervently, and now there she was.

It was so much more than she could ever have imagined. Bigger, louder, an explosion of newness to her senses. A big contrast to her secluded life in the city, because everybody knows that being a woman is hard, but being an Omega is harder.

Her mom was mated only a few hours after presenting, a few hours into her first heat, to a man she barely knew and definitely did not love. But still, she was one of the lucky ones. She could have been robbed, kidnapped and trafficked. Because Omegas are rare and the demand is huge, so presenting as one was as good as a death sentence.

But she was still young, she still got time.

And now, finally outside of her mom's vigilant eyes, with her girlfriends dancing by her side and the pulse of the *forró guiding her body she could allow herself to be carefree.

“Rapaz, que secura!” Lana screamed, complaining about the heat.

“É, tá um calor desgraçado.” Gabriela agreed, fanning herself with her hands, droplets of sweat trickling down her forehead and into her exposed cleavage.

Y/N simply laughed at her friends, they were a couple years older than her, but not necessarily more mature. Of course it was hot, they’ve been dancing for a long time, and even in the open space with the night air hanging over them, the place was so crowded that they would barely move while trying to get to the open bar.

She watched as the girls got their beverages, gobbling them down as if they were the first drinks they had in ages. But suddenly, the permanent smile that had been plastered on her face throughout the night died, something curious shifting inside of her. It was a unique feeling, one she never experienced before. It had started as a tightness in her lower abdomen, but it was growing into a sharp pain.

“Você tá bem?” Lana asked if she was ok, noticing the grimace in her features.

She tried to shake her head yes, but it came out the exact opposite as she doubled down on herself, her hands pressing on her stomach as she frowned, the pain becoming unbearable. Were these cramps? Was she about to get her period in the middle of this party?

But no, it wasn’t that. Somehow in the back of her mind, she knew this was different. She had begun to sweat, but not from the crowd or the dancing, there was this intense hotness forming within her.

She noticed a couple of men standing on the edges of the party space, in the shadows, almost camouflaged. Their eyes were predatory, fixated on her, they shined with a sinister glow, reflecting the flickering red light of the bonfire. Her friends called to her, guiding her to walk across to one of the tables, helping her sit down. When she looked again, the men were gone. Was she going mad?

“A gente vai ver se encontra Ibuprofeno, fica aí.” Gabriela said this time, or was it Lana again? They left, said something about looking for painkillers, she wasn’t paying attention, the pain was too much and so were the smells. All of the sudden, she felt like she could smell every single thing and every single one in the whole place.

She could smell the perfume, and the liquor, the sweet and the savory foods, altogether but also individually, it was overwhelming. She could smell the people, not their body wash or their shampoo, but their true scents. Some were warm and some were cold, some too strong and others too bland. And then there were two that were getting closer, too close, and these stung in her nostrils. Her vision had gone blurry and she couldn’t tell much of what was happening around her at that point, but she knew she wasn’t alone.

Shaking from the pain, shivering even though she was burning up, she looked up just fast enough to get a look at the two men from before, standing right behind her. One of them covered her eyes with his hand and the other covered her mouth. A muffled scream and a couple of weak punches were all she could do before they pulled her up from her chair, completely immobilizing her.

She trashed and struggled about, but to no avail. They were big and strong and she was small and frail.

“Shhh, Omega.” One of them whispered in her ear, and as if under a spell, she did just what was asked of her, her free will hushed. Something about his voice, and their touch, turned the pang in between her legs into a tingle.

And that’s when she knew: she had presented and this was her first heat.

They dragged her pliable body into the woods of the rural countryside, the sway of the forró getting left behind, her mother’s voice playing on a loop inside her head, “Be careful”, she always said.

Everything went dark, she could only make out flashes of information. The roughness of their hands and the graveness of their voices as they spoke to each other, laughing to themselves about how much she was worth, the way they sniffed at her neck, exhaling with satisfaction.

At some point, the grass of the forest turned into asphalt underneath her feet, and she was blindfolded and tied up, her lips taped as she was thrown into the back of a car. She could only whimper, her heat burning inside of her.

Shifting in and out of conciseness, she couldn’t tell how long had passed, couldn’t differentiate hours from days anymore. From time to time she would feel the prick of a needle going into her arm, and then it was all darkness again. She remembered being cold, shivering about as more rough hands grabbed at her. Were these the same ones from before or no? Had Lana or Gabriela reported her missing? Was anyone coming for her?

Eventually, it all stopped.

There was a cushiony softness below her, a thin sheet of fabric above her. When Y/N carefully tried to open her eyes, for the first time in what seemed like forever, she was greeted by light. Not the warm sunshine that often peeked through the windows of her bedroom in the mornings, but a cold, harsh light that came from a singular light bulb attached to the ceiling.

No longer tied or muzzled, she slowed sat up in the single bed, looking around. There was nothing covering her figure but the bedding, not even underwear. She found herself in a tiny room: four concrete white walls, a small barred window and a closed door.

Her heat was over, she could feel it, no more fire burning in her loins. She disentangled herself from the bed sheet, getting up too quickly, ignoring her nakedness and the dizziness, heading straight for the door. It was locked, of course.

Finally feeling sober enough to allow the rage to bubble up inside, she began to furiously bang on the door with clenched fists, kicking it, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Hey!” A male voice boomed just outside, appearing suddenly, as if he was already waiting right there. “Yapma!” He hit the metal of the door, hard, making it shake slightly.

She retreated, startled, analyzing the situation. She had no idea what he had said, but gathering from the brutality with which it was uttered, it couldn't have been good. She didn't even know where she'd been taken, but she had an idea why.

More male voices were spoken on the other side of the wall, in that language she did not know. Something electronic beeped, then it let out a subtle ping sound, and just like that the door was sprung open. Two men walked in, the first thing she noticed was the gun one of them was carrying, while the other came in with a paper file in his hands. She backed away into the corner of the room, trying to cover her exposed chest and genitals with her hands, their big Alpha bodies taking over the space, making her feel even more intimidated.

“Nasıl hissediyorsun?” The one with the file said to her, his words sounding like a reserved recording to her brain. He was older, maybe in his late forties, greying hair at the top of his head, a light blue suit framing his ample shoulders.

When she didn’t answer, simply stood there against the wall, trying to control her labored breathing and the sheer fear that had taken over her body, causing even her inner organs to shake, he gave her a once over, opening the file and scanning through whatever was written there.

“Brazil, huh?” He arched one of his brows. “Can you understand me now?” He asked her, deliberately enunciating every word.

Y/N swallowed the sigh that was trying to leave her lips, staring at the gun, wide-eyed.

“Dumb bitch.” The man in the suit murmured to himself, snapping a finger in her face, getting her attention. “You’ve been on sedatives for a long time, little one. How are you feeling?” He said it as slow as he could, as if speaking to an animal. “Do you got a tummy-ache or a headache?” He rubbed his belly while saying ‘tummy’ and touched his temples while saying ‘head’.

She only frowned at him, a crease forming in between her eyebrows. He scoffed, leaning forward, letting his light-colored eyes roam over the valley of her breasts.

“Or maybe you’re just cranky cause you didn’t get no Alpha dick inside that tight little pussy yet.” Before he could finish his words, she was already propelling the whole weight of her body into her closed fist as she punched him in the face, fear turning into fury.

“Oh!” He growled, covering his bleeding nose, quickly walking away from her, face contorted in pain. “Shoot her!” He yelled at the other man, who promptly pointed his gun at her.

“Não!” She shouted out, closing her eyes and attempting to protect her face with her hands. A blunt sound echoed in the room and she felt something sharp go into her leg. Before she had enough time to come to the conclusion that it was tranquilizer dart, her eyes rolled back into their sockets and blackness welcomed her once again.

*

Five years had passed with her locked in that place, slowly forgetting where her mom’s face wrinkled the most when she was angry, or the exact shade of her eyes, the particular timbre of her voice. Y/N was slowly going mad, losing all hope of ever being rescued by the hero that always came to her in her dreams.

She was fourteen when she was taken, highly prized for her young age and virginity. They tried to sell her to the highest bidder many times, but she fought like an Alpha. Biting, roaring at anyone that came too close. Some of the men even began to doubt she was a real Omega, but ever so often her heat came and it reminded them. Emir, the big boss of the operation, sometimes would come to her doorstep during those times, tap at door and use his Alpha voice, laughing when she had to bit her own lips to control the moans his presence was causing.

But in the end, she wasn’t genetically compatible with anyone, and even those that wanted her for her fierceness were disappointed to find that her DNA did not match with theirs. A part of her was happy she had never been sold and probably never would be, just for the simple satisfaction of knowing that her body wouldn’t give those men any profit.

So there she stayed, locked up, imprisoned, hearing the sounds of the other girls crying in their rooms while she got on her tiptoes, trying to catch glimpses of the outside world through her only window, waiting.

It had been a while since she last saw Emir when the door made it’s telltale beep and was opened by him, but this time, he wasn’t alone.

“Hello there, my Latin beauty.” He smiled an evil smile at her, but she didn’t pay it any mind, focused on the redhead woman that was beside him, looking at Y/N with sorrow in her eyes. “See, Widow? I told you my girls are gorgeous, look at her.”

The woman let a displeased noise at his words, coming closer to Y/N, who gave her a distrustful look.

“Hi, I’m Natasha. What’s your name?”

“It’s Y/N.” Emir answered for her.“Oh, and she doesn’t talk.”

“Excuse me, what do you mean?”Natasha turned to him, her short red locks moving with her.“She’s mute?”

“Nah, she just doesn’t know any English.”

“Oh.” She gave the girl one more pitiful stare, but Y/N felt like she was looking right through her.

*

Leaving the facility was like a dream and a nightmare all at the same time. While finally being free was wonderful, Y/N knew that such freedom would come at a cost. The woman, Natasha Romanoff, wasn’t the best at Portuguese, but knew enough of it in order for them to communicate.

Y/N didn’t say much when they gave her a suitcase full of brand-new clothes and guided her out of that God-forsaken place. She didn’t say a word when a dark-haired man tried to take the suitcase from her hands, Natasha said his name was James and that he was only trying to be chivalrous, something about the 1940’s that she didn’t quite understand.

She remained quiet as Natasha tried her best to explain to her that a man’s life was at stake, that Captain America was dying of a terrible rut sickness, and that he was compatible with her and her alone. That yes, she had been bought like cattle, but it was for noble reasons, because Steve Rogers was an honorable man, a hero and his destiny was in her hands.

She kept all of her thoughts to herself as Natasha pulled up a ‘Rut Companion’ contract, stipulating that once Y/N had served her purpose and Mr. Rogers was out of danger and well, she would receive a large sum of money and could walk away from all of this, go anywhere she wanted and do whatever she pleased. Even after signing it, she resigned herself to silence.

And of course, she didn’t say anything when they boarded a jet to the United States, not even a word about the fact that she was actually fluent in English.

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[darlincollins]

david vs darlin

just some thoughts i had about these two and their characters!

in my interpretation at least david and darlin are very similar! they're both independent, withdrawn people who are a bit rough around the edges and aren't the best with words and default to actions instead, both a bit prickly with a tough outer shell to prevent pain, both deeply protective and caring people who've experience a loss or pain that wounded them deeply, neither seems to like asking for help or be particularly good at voicing things, and they both tend to internalize their hurt, which can distance them from people around them (david not grieving in front of his friends and putting space there after taking up the mantle as alpha/darlin leaving after quinn's attack and fighting him alone to begin with)

i think the main difference between them is that david was in the pack his whole life while darlin came in later at a difficult time in their life (being a teenager)- as a result david's used to having a support system in the pack and used to trusting them. even if he doesn't want to reach out or doesn't feel comfortable, he knows there are people who have his back and they know him well enough to know what support he needs

while we don't know much of darlin's backstory, i think it's clear they're isolated and have been for a while- because they joined the pack later and at a time in life when most people are already feeling awkward and alone and uncomfortable, it was more difficult for them to make connections and therefore they weren't able to make use of the pack as a support system when they needed- as a result, the pack isn't as aware of their needs and isn't able to support them as well

(which is not to put fault on anyone involved! david's audios with sam and darlin show how close the pack is and that they care about darlin and want to help, but if you didn't spend your early years with that large supportive and close family it can be difficult to connect to all these people who are suddenly in your life and to feel comfortable or know how to reach out to them- it's something darlin is learning and getting used to only now)

there's also the fact that david had to quickly assume a leadership role after gabe died, which kind of forced him to be present and involved with the pack even if he wanted to retreat and self-isolate in his grief- darlin never had any such responsibility, and was at that point already on the fringes of the pack, making it easier for them to distance themself and slip away

i think the two of them have an interesting dynamic- they have a lot in common personality and value-wise, but their positions in life and the pack caused their paths to diverge greatly

it's interesting to imagine what might have happened had their positions been reversed- darlin seems to have a strong flight instinct in regards to interpersonal situations (see: every time they ask sam for something, leaving for washington, lying to the pack and potentially avoiding meetings as david asks if he needs to bring them to the meeting himself), so what if they were of a station in the pack where they couldn't run? what if david hadn't had such a close network of people there to help him when he needed?

i love the concept of david and darlin as big brother/little sibling energy... they're both so sarcastic and grouchy i think that once they get closer they're just constantly snarking at each other good-heartedly and joking around in a very dry/deadpan way... also hc that angel LOVES darlin so they all hang out together from time to time and darlin always sides with angel specifically to clown david

david is always trying to make sure darlin is being involved with/getting along with the pack but also knows not to push when they're too overwhelmed or socially burned out, just being a quiet person to sit with silently when they need a break from interacting

darlin is blunt and objective always when they tell david he's doing a good job, and when he needs to break out of Alpha mode they'll spar with him in wolf form or play video games with him (darlin mains jigglypuff in smash because it annoys david and they think its funny)

thinking of the david/darlin au is fun also because it could either go very right or very wrong- both of them are so stubborn and also not the best at communicating, plus darlin's apparent fear of overstepping or asking too much, its easy to imagine them just pining frustratedly from afar and never acting on their feelings

another risk i think they'd run is that david seems to have a tendency to lash out and be more aggressive in arguments/confrontations, whereas i feel like darlin tends to withdraw and detach in these situations, leading to more explosive conflicts with one party refusing to engage and the other becoming more and more frustrated while neither can vocalize what's going on

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE they are both such loyal and devoted people... they would be that couple whose gaze always snaps to each other in a room... grumbly RBF face couple... SO many snarky comments but only the gentlest and most loving touches... couple that's so good at reading each other they don't need words... neither of them pushing each other to open up, both being so respectful of each other's boundaries, but letting the other person unequivocally know they CAN open up safely and without fear

i think overall it would be a rocky start for these two but if they both put 100% of themselves into making it work they cld!