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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

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Jack Harlow : “You can’t fall in love with me. It won’t benefit either of us.”

"Y/N, will you please slow down?" Jack was tripping over his feet trying to catch up with you, just out of reach, as you tried to walk back to your car. "Y/N, just let me explain." He almost collided with you as you came to a halt on the sidewalk, quickly turning on your heels to face him.

At first, you wanted to conceal your tears from him, that's why you left the party as soon as you saw him all over some other girl, but now, you just wanted him to see how much he hurt you.

"Listen, what you saw in there, it was nothing, okay?" Jack winced. You were already crying, tacking on another lie was only going to make this harder.

"Do you love me?"

Up until this point, you thought you knew the answer. It was supposed to be evident in the way he made you feel, and Jack made you feel more loved than anyone else you had ever been with, but you needed to hear the words. You needed him to commit to you in front of the world, or you would spend the rest of your life wondering.

Jack shook his head, his gaze dropping to the ground.

"I don't know."

His answer felt like a shot to the chest. "Wow, okay. So that's a no." You wiped a stray tear from your cheek. Honesty was supposed to bring you a sense of peace, but you just wished that he had lied to you one more time. "Baby, listen, I just don't want to jump into anything until I'm sure-"

You cut him off, tired of his excuses. "Why do you keep doing this, Jack? We have a good thing here. I keep choosing you, and you keep making a fool out of me." Jack swallowed, feeling a pain in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing seemed good enough.

"I'm not asking you to move in with me. I'm not asking you to propose, just to love me. Why is that so hard for you?" Here you were again, begging for something that he either wanted to give you, or he didn't. How many times were you going to let him do this to you?

You felt in your gut it was going to be at least once more. "I love you, Jack."

"Stop. Just stop it. You can’t fall in love with me. It won’t benefit either of us." Jack raked a hand through his curls, letting out a sharp breath.

"Why? All the times we've been together, all you've talked about is how much you want to be loved, how lonely you are, and I'm right here. I'm offering you everything you've ever wanted, and you just can't commit to me."

You gasped, realizing you were starting to feel lightheaded. "Why can't you choose me?"

You watched as the life drained from Jack's eyes momentarily. Everyone always thought he was single because that's just where life took him, but it was by design. You couldn't break something you never got a chance to hold in the first place.

Frustration was quickly turning to anger. Not directed at you, but at himself. "Because. Because, it always ends the same way. You'll get tired of everything. The life, the distance, my career. One day its all gonna be too much, and you'll want out. I just don't want you to resent me, one day. I don't want to hurt you."

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. For the first time you were feeling how cold you were, your breath clouding the air in front of you.

"You think your this good guy, Jack. That you're doing me a favor and protecting me from heartache, but you have hurt me more already than you ever thought you could." There was your moment of peace, of clarity, the thing you'd been chasing for months. You thought it was going to come with a declaration of love, but you would have to settle for what you got.

"Y/N, I really am sorry."

"Yeah, save it." You waved him off, turning to walk away. This time Jack didn't try to chase you.

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drowninginblox · 6 months

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OPLA! Roronoa Zoro Drabbles- how you met + how you joined the crew

I am drunk off this man right now. If he'd let me, I'd love to get to know him over a bottle of wine and a sirloin steak. Even though he's more of a booze man ofc. Below are some stray thoughts I have about him since I am slightly obsessed lol. I hope y'all enjoy my romantic/self-indulgent drabbles. One more thing- all of these HCs will surround an MC who identifies as Female.

Edit: hahaha umm.. happy late borth Zoro. Sorry for being late lol

I don't think you'd meet Zorro when he was young. Rather, you'd be on an otherwise unremarkable island or boat somewhere on the east blue, make your way to the grand line (ya fucking idiot). For some reason, to him anyway, you'd be the most remarkable thing about that rest stop. That one girl in that one bar he had a conversation with.

Whenever he thinks back on you, your smile would always be the first thing that comes to mind. Then your laugh. And then that side-eye glance you'd send his way when you ask him what he's thinking about. Usually after a contemplative sip of whatever you were indulging yourself on.

There are a lot of things that Zoro enjoys in life, but as much as he is the strong and silent type of guy, I think he enjoys a worthwhile conversation far more. So long as it means something to either of you. He hates pointless banter if there's nothing backing it.

When you see Zoro again, it's on the mainland shortly after the beginning of the time skip (haha spoilers 'LA watchers. We're in for a two-year time skip at some point in the series). You two meet up on land, just a skip away from where you two were gonna break away to your respective destinations. Completely on accident btw

Yall decide to spend the night together. Nothing zesty happens, Only wholesome cuddling and a long conversation that drifts into the early hours of the morning.

Yall wakes up at noon. He lets it slip that he's gonna train for a bit before meeting up with some friends at a very remote port god knows where, and you promise yourself two things.

You're not gonna drag this man down

You're gonna be one hell of a worthwhile pirate

So when y'all break away, promising each other that this definitely isn't gonna be the last time y'all meet, you decide to become a pro marksman. The gun kind, not the slingshot kind (don't wanna come after Ussop's brand lol)

So you do that for a year and a half before you make your way to the meet-up spot. You get there a day early, and during breakfast, you see Zoro and this blond bitch running somewhere. Naturally, you dropped everything (literally dropped your food back on the table) and jumped from the balcony to chase these mother fuckers to the docks where (spoilers) the sunny was parked.

It isnt until Zoro's halfway up the ship that you yell his name. He turns to see you, and it's like that night from a year ago all over again. He's got half a mind to jump down to you, but Luffy looks over and asks what's going on.

Everyone's teasing Zoro's ass bc of "the side piece he's picked up"

Ussop and Choper are asking him what your name is and where he found you

Sanji is on you immediately

Nami is asking for a fee to get on the ship

Franky is wondering why you built differently compared to every other girl he's seen (I like to make my OP OC's anything but Oda's depiction of the fem. figure. Mostly cubby and/or built. Sometimes both.)

Robin is wondering what's in your backpack since you look well packed (It's books. Fuck you I'm making physical fanfiction canon to one piece)

Zoro, meanwhile, is (mostly) worried about Luffy since he's captain.

Luffy looks you up and down, asks what you can do, and you say you're an alright marksman. Ussop is up and arms at this and Luffy backs him up saying that yall already have a marksman (and that you're a girl anyway so that isn't even the right term)

You say that you're knowledgeable in medicine and you're done your fair share of odd jobs since you've picked up a few things as a barmaid.

Luffy ponders this, countering that they already have a doctor but could always use the support when needed. He looks back to the crew and asks them what they think as well, wich surprises you a little. Nami and Robin would appreciate another afab person on the crew but supplies are tight as is, Franky thinks you're cool, same for Chopper. Sanji comments on supplies as well but he wouldn't mind if another girl is on board. Ussop is a little threatened by your presence and is against your addition entirely.

Zoro almost yells at him but before he starts, you get on your knees and properly ask him, along with the rest of the crew to stay. Luffy asks you why, and you say that you want to live. Live life with people you know and do it to the fullest. You then look back to Ussop, who is staring you down. "I didn't come to replace you. I came to follow, and hopefully live up to the people he adores," You glance over to Zoro, who is surprised you admitted that in front of his (totally not) family. "He holds you all to such a high standard. I wanna be a part of that."

Ussop just tells you to stand up and looks at Luffy. Luffy lets you on board, with the condition that you show off your skills. You do so.

Zorro helps you on and holds your hand as y'all are leaving port.

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ranaissingle · 1 year

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Coffee Or Tea pt. 4

Masterlist

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Summary: Reader and Austin spend the rest of their day together and grapple with the reality of their feelings (by grapple I mean they have very sweet sex to the point it makes me want to scream into my pillow) :/ Rating: M Pairings: Austin x AFAB!/Fem!reader Word Count: 2.4 k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and other sex stuff. I will mark where the smexy stuff starts and ends so the people who don't like that stuff won't be bothered A/N: Like last time I had this part ready yesterday but Lisa Marie's funeral was yesterday so it didn't feel right to post this so I waited a day. Enjoy!!

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Austin and Y/N's legs were tangled together on the couch while they read their respective books; Austin drew circles on her knee with his fingers and Y/N fiddled with the creases on his pants. Y/N had never felt so relaxed in the company of someone else. The sunlight was streaming into the apartment and ricocheted off Austins honey spun locks. She hadn't flipped a page in ages. She couldn't take her eyes off him. It almost felt criminal to do so. He was so beautiful it seemed as though his face and body had been tirelessly sculpted by the gods themselves. Each dip and groove dealt with careful precision and the eye of a master. She didn't want to take her eyes off him.

Austin pulled his eyes away from the book he was pretending to be engrossed in. He had also been eyeing Y/N's small hands and supple legs. He felt like he needed to be touching her at all times. He had this suspicion that as soon as he let go of her she would disappear and he would be alone again. He didn't think he could go back to a life without her laugh, the crinkles around her eyes when she smiled, or her obsession with tea and all of its various flavors. He wanted to hold her. He wanted her curves under his hands and his head in her hair.

She wanted to hug him. She wanted her hands around him and her head around his neck. She put her book down in frustration because of her lack of ability to figure out how to smoothly ask of they could lay together.

Austin gathered his strength and spoke.

"Hey, uh it's a little chilly don't ya think?" He was hoping to lead this conversation in a certain direction.

Y/N's heart spasmed. The opportunity she needed had presented itself on a silver platter and she intended to take advantage of it.

"Y-yeah it is. Do you need a blanket or something?" Her voice was soft and breathy as she spoke and Austin could've jumped her right then and there.

"Nah I don't want you to get up over that, why don't we... why don't we just hug? I'm sure that'd keep us warm." His boyish grin and tilted head did wonders for Y/Ns heart.

"Yeah sure, let me just put my tea down." She couldn't contain the warmth that spread across her cheeks as she leaned over Austin to put her mug on the coffee table. When she turned back around to face him, she found his book on the table and his arms outstretched to invite her into his chest and neck. She slipped her arms under and around his chest while resting her forehead against his neck. The soft patter of his heart sped up the longer she held him. Austin was anything but relaxed. His arms wrapped around her should have done wonders to calm him down but combined with the fact that her hip was resting on a compromising part of his pelvis and her soft exhales landing directly in his neck did the exact opposite.

He slowly brought his hands up and around her waist with his palms stretched out over her back. His fingers traced the valleys of her shoulder blades and the dips of her spine. He felt her relax further into his chest as he tightened his arms further around her waist.

"Thank you for trusting me. I know that talking about past boyfriends mustn't have been easy, but I'm happy you felt like you could trust me." He whispered the words into her ear and kissed her forehead when he finished.

She picked up her head from his chest to look at his azure eyes, "Thank you for listening Austin. It's weird, but for some reason, I don't feel comfortable talking about it to anyone else. I guess you just make me feel more... safe? Yeah, safe is the right word." The blissed-out look on her face and her radiant eyes did wonders for Austin's heart.

She wanted to kiss him. She hadn't wanted to kiss anyone in so long but she wanted to kiss him. The feeling came over her like a tidal wave and suddenly all she could think of was the roughness of his hands on her arms and back and the pink lips that she was sure were just as velvety as they looked.

Austin saw her gaze shift lower on his face and knew that she was feeling the same things he was.

"Do it Y/N. Whatever you are thinking of doing do it." Austin was barely holding on to his sanity. His palms burned where they brushed over skin reassuringly.

Y/N couldn't breathe. Austin would need to help her to. She brought her face right over his and hovered over him. His gaze searched hers and kept looking in between both her eyes. She leaned in slowly and Austin couldn't breathe anymore either.

His lips were soft. So soft Y/N felt like she was kissing a marshmallow. He was sweet like a marshmallow too. The hand that previously rested on her back had moved up to cup her jaw in its palm and tangled fingers through her hair. Austin's breathy moan awakened feelings in Y/N she had never felt before. The beats of her heart echoed in her head when Austin licked the seam of her lips to ask for entry into her mouth. She parted them slightly and Austin probed her mouth questioningly. She opened her mouth further to grant him access and suddenly Austin was everywhere all at once. His hands were in her hair and on her waist, his legs caged hers in between his calves and thighs, and his chest and shoulders seemed to encase her in an embrace so warm she felt like she could die at that moment and have absolutely no regrets.

Austin's mouth and tongue kissed her with abandon. He had waited for what felt like an eternity to kiss her. He had felt his hands shake with the need to hold her over the months they had known each other, and now that he had her placed so perfectly in his arms and letting breathy moans and whimpers leave her lips, he felt so full. More full than he had ever felt in a relationship before.

Austin gave her one last soft, open-mouthed kiss, and drew himself off at her moan. She opened her eyes slowly and licked her swollen lips while she stared at him. Austin's hand crept lower to her round ass and he squeezed lightly. She whimpered softly and stifled her head in his neck.

(sappy/steamy sex starts here mdni)

"No one ever kissed me like that before." She brought her hand up and absentmindedly touched her lips and a small smile crept onto her face. Austin wanted to kiss them again. Austin lifted one hand from her waist and brought it up to hold her face while he whispered in her ear.

" I can do it again if ya want baby girl." Her answering whimper and shift of her hips rubbed against Austin's growing erection. A groan escaped his lips and he let his head fall over the side of the couch.

"You're gonna have to stop moving baby girl or else I might do something we are both gonna regret." His voice was strained and sounded like he was out of breath. Y/N tensed in his arms before eventually relaxing again. She pushed herself off his chest and put her mouth near his ear and whispered, "what if I want you to."

" Jesus baby girl," Austin took a deep breath to steady his words before he continued, "Tell me exactly what you want me to do." he hauled himself from laying down on the couch to sitting upright with Y/N in his lap and her knees settled right outside of his legs.

"I won't do anything until you tell me exactly what it is you want."

She wanted him so bad. Y/N was ready to throw all her morals out of the window when it came to Austin.

" I wa- I want you to t-touch me," she gripped his wrist in between her palm and brought it under her skirt; she was feeling bold all of a sudden, "I want you to touch me right h-here." Austin's hand was fully rested on her clothed pussy. He groaned when he felt the way her slick had wet her lace-lined panties.

"Say less baby girl."He ran his fingers up and down her clothed pussy and Y/N whined when the rough fabric of her panties moved over her clit. His large fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure on her most sensitive parts and her subsequent groans and pleas grew louder the more Austin rubbed. Y/N's head lolled back as she placed her hand on his shoulder to ground herself

Austin needed to feel her skin. He wanted his skin on hers. He wanted to know how her slick felt in between his fingers.

"Can I take off your panties beautiful? You're so wet I can practically taste it." Y/N panted at the question.

"Yes, please. I want you to touch me. Please Austin take them off."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop touching you at this rate. Your smell is addicting." He nestled his nose behind her nose as he spoke and took in her scent. She smelled like lavender and coconut. A heady blend that left Austin's senses with much to be desired.

Her head had come to rest on his shoulder. He hooked his fingers under her panties and dragged them down her legs slowly while he used his other hand to rub circles on the seam of her spine. When her panties were off, he pushed his fingers in between her slick folds and Y/N keened at the new sensation. Austins answering groan was loud and reverberated against where both of their chests were pressed together.

"Your intoxicating you know that? I could spend the rest of my life with my hands all over you and it would always never be enough. I dream of you baby girl, did you know that? Every time my head hits the pillow you occupy every nook and cranny of my brain. Your smile, your laugh, your smell, " he licked her neck and circled the rim of her entrance as he spoke. " I love how your hips sway when you walk, the way your dainty blouses and tops hug your boobs, and how those skirts you wear barely cover your ass over the tights you love to wear." His other hand crept up under her turtle neck and grazed the skin underneath.

“Aaah” Y/N mo

aned as Austin spoke. The brush of his thumb against her clit and the index finger teasing her entrance did wonders for the growing feeling in her stomach.

“Do you like it, baby girl? Do you like the way my hands feel against your pussy?”

Y/N nodded frantically as more obscene noises fell from her lips. She had never felt this way before. Never in her life had a man been so gentle and rough at the same time.

“Can I put my finger in your tight pussy baby? I can make you feel so good if you’ll let me.”

Y/N nodded her head frantically. She couldn't utter a single word let alone a full scentence to answer him. The feeling of the tip of his finger crowning her entrance sent her into a frenzy.

“Your so tight baby girl, I'm gonna need ya to relax if I'm ever gonna get my finger inside of you darlin’.” Y/N took in a deep breath before relaxing her muscles to allow Austin entrance into her.

“Just like that baby girl, you are doing so well. You're so tight I know your gonna squeeze

my cock in the best way.” Austin groaned as he dipped his finger deeper into her.

Y/N’s vision was becoming distorted. She couldn't tell up from down nor where her body ended and Austins began. His fingers worked deeper into her until they found the spot that made her hips jump.

“Ah, Aus-Austin right there. it -It feels so good there. Unh!” Her breathing quickened and her hips started grinding over Austin's palm. He was impossibly hard in his pants and he would have given anything to have his cock replace his finger.

“That’s it, baby girl, you're close huh? I can feel it. You're clenching around my fingers so well.”

Her head lolled back into his neck as the heat began to pool in her stomach.

“Imagine what it would feel like if my cock was inside of you? I could stretch you so much better with it. I could hit that special spot over and over again until you came just from that.”

Y/N saw black spots in her vision as she called out for Austin.

“Austin I feel anh! I feel weird.” She looked into his eyes as tears began to crest in her eyes.

“I know baby girl you're about to cum. Don’t stop it just let it wash over you.” His fingers were working the spongy spot within her and her clit all at once and Y/N felt like she might cease to exist.

Her whimpers and moans grew and grew until she felt the wave crash over her. It was wave after wave of pleasure each one more powerful and all-consuming than the last. She spasmed in Austin's lap as she came down from her high with his arms wrapped tightly around her her head tucked into his neck.

When she eventually came to, she looks down and saw Austin's sizeable erection straining against his pants. Y/N felt her cheeks warm as she shifted her eyes away and back up to his face.

“Um, do you- do you want me to take care of that?”

Austin’s boisterous laugh startled her; but after she got over her confusion, she laughed with him.

“I’m alright baby girl,” he hugged her tighter to reiterate his point, “Tonight was all about you. I wanted to make you feel good I can wait until next time. Then I'll have all the time in the world to consume you.” He pulled her in for a passionate kiss and Y/N could practically taste the promise on his tongue.

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I have never been so embarrassed writing anything in my entire life. I quite literally had to write this whilst under the covers of my bed because I could not stomach doing it while sitting at my desk. Don't @ me if the positions they are in don't make any sense I have no one to test them out on haha. I am most certainly going to hell for this so I hope it was worth it lol. I hope you enjoyed it.

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cult-of-the-eye · 4 months

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Fandom mix up

Which avatars do you think the pjo characters would be? Which gods would the tma characters be the children/kin of?

JSHSHAJJANANAKAKAK HERE WE GO

Eye, web, lonely, dark, extinction, buried, slaughter, flesh, spiral, hunt, stranger, end, vast, corruption

Percy Jackson

His whole thing is excess loyalty right? And then you got dark Percy from house of Hades (hoh) and everything so we've definitely got a lot to go on

Hmm this one's a bit difficult cause he doesn't fit neatly into any of them I think

My first thought was the vast cause of the ocean and like by the end of hoo, he is so powerful that its almost unfathomable like the ocean and the vast, to the point where even he only just understands the extent of his power, like what happened in hoh

The excess loyalty could fit into that as well cause loyalty is something he hedges all his bets on, it's the one sort of indefinitely huge thing that rules his way of looking at things - like the ocean

But I'm not sure, if anyone has any better ideas please say so

Annabeth Chase

Girl's hubristic

I guess my first thought would be the web cause obviously she's strategic, she makes plans, she manipulates

But she is terrified of spiders so that wouldn't quite work

I'm not sure where hubris would fit in

I guess it could be the eye, cause with it you're desperate to gain all the knowledge, witness and understand EVERYTHING and therefore would be threatened if that ever failed - if you didnt know everything or if someone didn't believe in your all-knowingness

Which is also a huge part of her character - being underestimated because of the way she looks and speaks and how she both uses that to her advantage and hates the way it happens

I think that works quite well and I think unfortunately she'd be a fantastic Archivist

Grover

Is wonderful and I love him but I guess he'd be the extinction

Listen his whole thing about getting demigods safely to camp? How he's there when they think their world is about to end? When their world literally ends if he doesn't get them there safely? How he has to go through this over and over again, experiencing mini extinction level events every single year

And then you've got the whole pan thinks humans are destroying the world thing and how maybe he'd destroy humans to keep the world safe (I can't really remember that storyline and may have just imagined it so I'm not sure where it would fit exactly lol)

Jason

Jason's the stranger I think

He doesn't know who he is when he's first introduced, he has to spend a couple books remembering who he is and then he struggles with his identity as a son of Jupiter, praetor, leader etc

I think he's been forced to play a role that wasn't him and the essence of the stranger is just that - being forced to reckon with someone who you might've recognised once but certainly don't anymore

Piper

She is immediately web

Her whole thing is manipulation with her charmspeak, forcing people to do her bidding

A huge part of the web is loss of free will and that's exactly her thing - creating a situation in which a person has no choice but to act the way she wants them to

Nico

Boy oh boy

I want to say the end but now I think about it maybe the lonely

He had his sister ripped away from him, the only other person who's experienced the same insane things that he has, he's always seen himself as the lone wolf, different from the rest, the only gay one, the unrequited crush on Percy and how he admitted it to someone who didn't understand, the fact that he was trapped in the underworld alone for so long in that vase or whatever

I feel like at some point he accepted his life of solitude and the fact that no one would miss him or even try to understand or choose him first which definitely encapsulates the lonely

Reyna

The hunt I guess

She's constantly hunting for something more - like validation as the praetor, from Jason, revenge from her tragic backstory, she's constantly striving to be better and work harder

plus she actually joins the hunters of Artemis so that works itself out

Hazel

Im gonna say maybe the corruption

Cause her whole deal with hecate and her getting to grips with the daughter of death god is giving there is something deeply intrinsically wrong with me but I will embrace it and feed it and join the wondrous thrumming in my veins kinda vibes, like finding a family and comfort in the wrongness and both feeding it and feeding off of it

Frank

Gonna be honest with you, can't really remember his character

In my defence I read these books years ago

Oh wait he's the son of Ares who has the wood that he needs to keep safe cause if it burns down then he dies right

Ok well that's giving the end - once that flame touches the wood he's gone, he's living in fear of the one event that will end him, the end that could slowly creep up on him or be a sudden death

Leo

Hot stuff

Oh yeah this has got to be the desolation/extinction right

With his whole burning down his mum's factory and then going from orphanage to orphanage or something

Like I feel like he's constantly ending things just so he can be the one to leave first so he doesn't get abandoned, he's got his barrier up and he's never pulling it down

I'm not sure about this one actually maybe I just thought FIRE and therefore desolation

Anyway you guys can fight me in the tags or whatever I'm tired and want to sleep

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crazyk-imagine · 3 months

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You're the New Girl headcanon

A/N: This goes from 86' all to the next generation

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- Everyone was informed the of the new lieutenant joining

- No one knew it was going to be another female, they kept that on the down low

- Those in this line of work barely got used to Charlie being around, add another female (chaos)

- No one was ready for your first day and training, they had no idea you'd be joining

"Time to turn 'em and burn 'em, right, Viper?" You salute him before ditching him

"That damn, lieutenant."

- Everyone was so lost when you beat everyone and landed

- Wolfman fell right then and there, holding his heart (Hollywood smacked him to get him to stop)

- Sundown, Merlin, and Cougar jaws dropped, could not believe you beat their teacher

- Goose and Maverick were lost as shit but excited because that meant decent competition (other than Iceman and Slider)

- Chipper knew he wanted to buy you a drink and congratulate you

- Iceman was upset and Slider was wondering if you had a sibling

- Charlie smirks, already knowing you were going to spin in circles around everyone

- No one else could even get close to you

- You did not get involved in the drama Charlie got herself involved in but offered advice if she needed it

- Viper still wanted to kick you out on occasion but you got on his good side, and he enjoyed your young, chaotic mind

- The rest of the guys enjoyed the energy you brought to the table

- Your favorites were Goose and Wolfman, you had a hard time dealing with Cougar, Sundown, and Chipper (annoying little shits, they're like annoying little brothers [you never asked for 'em but you got 'em])

- You got closer to Maverick and Iceman when Goose died, staying by their side, going through life together

- Then came the younger generation

- They thought you were badass

- Cyclone became a thorn in your side and vice versa for him

- Hondo loved you

- The newer generation after that came into play and you lost it when you heard about Mav's new mission (you weren't asked to be a part of this one)

- But when Mav called and Ice texted you, begging you to help him; you came

- You arrived fashionably late (wanting them to see what kind of speed they'd need)

You take off your helmet and walk in, "hey, kids." You nod to your friend, "Mav."

"Who are you?"

You narrow your eyes to the tanned, cocky, blonde (Mav knows this is going to be trouble). "Your worst nightmare, any who. Later, Mav."

"What's chasing you off so soon?"

"I have to leave before I get a headache."

"Angel!"

Your friend chuckles.

You purse your lips. "And there's my headache."

Some of the students snicker and as soon as the door opens, they're quiet.

He narrows his eyes, "I need to see you in my office."

You smile, "of course. Where else would I spend my day?"

- Cyclone tried to keep you away from the mission even though he knew it was a long shot

- And when no one was progressing the way, they needed to, you helped Mav come up with an idea

- He told you he thought he was making progress with Rooster but that didn't get far

You stand in the doorway, turning to smile at Mav. "You ready?"

"We're really doing this?"

"I can't get in too much trouble because I wasn't called in for this but if you need a little competition. I'm in."

He chuckles, "as if you could beat me."

"They don't call me Angel for nothing."

- You planes come up on the radar, impressing everyone when you finish in time

- You and your husband help around the Kazansky household, doing whatever you can to make things easier

- The kids go on their mission

- Mav gets an earful from you along with Rooster and Hangman

- Cyclone still doesn't like you but he's learned to tolerate you

- You and Mav are pulled over to the piano to sing along with the kids

- Then Mav and Penny's marriage came and went

- You were left to deal with them while he was on honeymoon, but it was good

- They finally learned why you were the best of the best (maybe better than Mav)

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thesparklingwriter · 2 years

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a modest proposal

"Would you let me stay by your side for the rest of my life?”

tags: soft Zhongli, canon divergence (Zhongli has mora), fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, proposal, dinner date, zhongli being Zhongli, he knows he's slightly out of touch but he's trying

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i'm also taking requests for the rest of the flufftober days, feel free to leave any suggestions, no matter how self-indulgent they may be.

You've always been very vocal about things people do that they pretend are for their benefit, but are actually power plays to show the rest of the world how well they're doing. Namely, useless degrees in the Akedemiya, (You once met someone who had a degree in rockology. When you told Zhongli, he laughed and said he wouldn't teach a rockology class, because by simply opening his mouth, he would already be speaking at a level higher than most of the class's comprehension. You said he was harsh, but not incorrect.) massive houses that you spend most of your life cleaning, (your house was the only exception to the rule, since the only beings around were adepti, and they truly didn't care enough about you to pass judgement, for better or for worse) and finally marriage.

You were very against marriage. Or at least the silly kind you often encountered in Teyvat—people were married, but barely even knew each other's names. They just got a kick out of saying 'my wife' or 'my partner' and it irked you. You were essentially married to an Archon, but did you scream it off the rooftops? Technically, you screamed it off the mountains, but that was more Zhongli's fault than yours.

But Zhongli, being the most annoyingly perfect man on Teyvat, seems to see right through your act. It wasn't that you didn't want to be married. You just didn't want to be caught in the kind that made you feel suffocated. Some nights, when Zhongli was fast asleep and you found your thoughts drifting, you wondered whether you'd really want to be married to him. You concluded that you essentially acted like a married couple anyway, so it would just be an excuse for you to wear a pretty dress, which again, you weren't too bothered for or against. You wouldn't reject it if it were ever to happen, but you wouldn't actively chase it either.

Or at least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself, instead of getting your hopes up. Over the past week or so, Zhongli has been banging on about doing things the ‘human’ way. That involves actually walking to places instead of letting you teleport, carrying your own groceries home instead of letting him teleport them home…It seems Zhongli views teleporting things as inherently unhuman, despite the fact that you spend your time teleporting across Teyvat. You’ve kept that particular commentary to yourself.

He keeps taking you on lavish, expensive dates—that you thoroughly enjoy—but always serve to remind you that you’d rather be at home with him, quietly reading a book together.

So today, you decide that even though it’s going to sound rude, you’ll tell him that you’d much rather be at home with him. That is, you’ll tell him after you’ve devoured your food.

“Are you alright? You’re eating much slower than usual.” Zhongli says to you, nudging you slightly under the table. He never sits opposite you, always next to you, as if you being on the other side of the table is too far away from him.

“Hm?” You look up from your plate. “I’m alright. Are you?”

“I’m also alright,” he chuckles. “You’re being really quiet. Have I done something to offend you?”

You feel your eyes widen. You hadn’t realised that you’d been showing your emotions on your face so clearly. “No, not at all!” You protest. “Actually, if anything, you’ve done the opposite. All these dates, and the good food… I’ve really enjoyed it. Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome,” Zhongli smiles. He was worried he’d come off as too overbearing or creepy by being so frivolous with his spending with you. But the god of mora could always make more(a), so he didn’t see the need to be so frugal with his cash. He was beginning to worry that you would grow to dislike the quiet nights at home.

“But I have to ask,” You twist the ring Zhongli gave you. Today, like some other days, he’s gifted you a new outfit to wear. You try to not take it to mean that he doesn’t like the rest of the clothes in your wardrobe. He wasn’t often one to add jewellery, and when you started to look at it more closely, he finally finished dressing and you made your way to the restaurant, so you didn't get to have a good enough look. “What’s going on with these dates? I enjoy them, don’t get me wrong, but I miss our quiet nights at home.”

“That’s because you’re in heat again, aren’t you, love?” Zhongli jokes.

You squeal in shock, glancing quickly around the room. “You shouldn’t say things like that in public. I am not in heat.” You hiss quietly. He chuckles, taking your hand in his. "I don't go into heat. I don't have the biological facilities for that."

“In all honesty, I would not be surprised if you did, and simply didn't know it," he smiles. "As for the dates, I thought that you’d maybe miss the more normal aspects of being in a relationship. I suppose I overdid it though.” He sighs. “I don’t want you to resent me for being so unconventional.”

You can’t help it. You laugh. “Li, when have I ever wanted anything conventional? All I’ve wanted is to be with you. I keep telling you, and you don’t listen. I don’t care about fanfare, okay? I care about us.”

“So you don’t mind being behind the rest of your friends?”

“Of course I don’t. Sometimes, I wonder if we really have much in common anymore. All they ever want to do is talk about their husbands and the children they’re going to have and their scheduled—”

“You don’t want any of that?” Zhongli asks you.

“No, I think the whole scheduling thing is more headache than it’s worth.”

“I am not talking about that. You’re not interested in having a husband or children?”

“Li,” you sigh, cupping his face lightly. “I don't care about the semantics, as long as it’s with you. I admit those aren't my priorities in life, but I don’t mind either way. Why do you look nauseous?” You’ve never seen Zhongli look so out of his element before. The only other time was when he first asked you to meet him.

“Because I feel nauseous,” Zhongli replies, chuckling softly. “I know being married isn’t very high up on your list of priorities, and I know you don’t care for it, but I’d like to do things the human traditional way, like you did for me. I’d like to afford you the same luxuries.”

To be completely honest, the whole dragon mate thing was the most lowkey tradition you’d ever experienced, and that made you pretty happy. But as much as you want to pretend like you have no feelings for or against being married, the inner child who longed to be married is squealing her head off.

“You want to get married?”

“Only if you do. It doesn’t have to be a ridiculously grand affair, it could even be solely the two of us,” Zhongli flushes. “I don’t want you to feel like I’ve deprived you of an experience you clearly want.”

“You’d marry me? Even if it were to change nothing about the way we live?”

“I see the way you stutter when you introduce me to your acquaintances. At least this way, you could say ‘my husband’ and not have to deal with the confused stares.” Zhongli smiles. “And I’d like your parents to feel secure in the fact that I’m not going to disappear.”

Now you start to tear up. You haven’t visited your parents in so long, whisked away by the demanding nature of your life as an adventurer-come-errand runner, but Zhongli is right. All they ever wanted for you was for you to be happy and secure. The fact he thought about your parents completely sways you. If there was ever a fragment of doubt in your mind about whether you’d refuse him or not, it’s shattered now.

“What do you say, love?” Zhongli asks, taking your hand and twisting your ring slightly. “Will you marry me? Would you let me stay by your side for the rest of my life?”

Now the tears are really falling, and you don’t want to draw attention to yourself, so you nod as vigorously as you can manage. “Of course I will,” you sniff.

Zhongli kisses your hand, and as he lowers it, a light catches your ring, and it suddenly dawns on you.

“You made me put on my own engagement ring?” You ask him, slapping his shoulder lightly. Of course, he would make you do all the work. He even left you to figure out the ring's significance by yourself!

“Well, I thought it was too pretty to go to waste if you didn’t accept my proposal. I didn’t want you to dislike it.”

You study the ring in more detail. It’s not like the normal engagement rings your friends flash at you, and you’re grateful for it. It’s marbled with gold and brown crystal, and topped with a shimmering Cor Lapis. It’s almost a ring version of Zhongli, and that makes you love it even more.

“So,” You smile. “What type of rock is the brown crystal?”

Zhongli clears his throat. “It’s not a crystal.” You tilt your head in confusion, and Zhongli explains further. “I have an adeptus friend who likes to collect things, not that he’d openly admit to it. He had a couple of my scales saved from before I had a vaguely humanoid form, so I called in a favour.”

Your jaw drops. “This is a piece of you?”

“Does that offend you?” Zhongli asks, quickly. “I can always get it changed.”

Even if it did, you’d never tell him that, not after he’d put all this effort into putting it together for you.

“No. Don't do that. I love it,” You smile. “I love you.”

a/n my mother watched me write this and asked why i looked like i was crying so i told her i was doing schoolwork and she just nodded

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thebahwrites · 1 year

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Hangster with an accidental (impulsive) proposal

Hangster + Accidental/impulsive proposal To read listening: No Children - The Mountain Goats (feeling cheeky today, HAHA anyway HAPPY VALENTINES! 💖💖💖)

I hope that our few remaining friends

Give up on trying to save us

I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot

To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

"You—!" For it being a single, simple, one syllable word, it's thrown around almost like an insult, slipping past Bradley's lips as his eyes see red as he stomps towards his boyfriend. The same way Jake looks red in the face and the two of them stand at this weird Mexican standoff around the pool table while their friends watch a bit astonished in place.

Hangman looks like a kid caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar, even though both of his hands are wrapped around the pool cue and he seemingly needs a moment to regroup and slip back into his usual coolness, blinking ever so slowly and then letting that southern drawl drip into his tongue as one eyebrow lifted in curiosity. "Yes darlin' ?"

Past the last year things had shifted between them well enough that their friends didn't seem too worried about Rooster vaulting over the table to punch Hangman's lights in but those present still seemed startled enough. To Bradley none of that mattered now, vision tunneled on the blond man ahead. "What did you tell Ice!"

He accuses, in lieu of a very angry question and watches the realization lightbulb go off behind Jake's eyes a second before the man is dropping the pool cue and making a run for the Hard Deck's door without saying a word. It's a good thing that it's a Tuesday afternoon and there isn't really much going on the bar around them because at least they had minimal witnesses to the stupid scene. "Oh no you won't!"

Rooster hisses, scrambling right after the other pilot. The chase lasts entirely just a few seconds as he manages to close in on Jake as he reaches the door, practically tackling the man by the waist and sending the two of them rolling into the Hard Deck's porch, down the front steps and into the sand. He has Hangman's body pressed down, arms wrapped around his waist, for a second his own head is spinning. Of course, at least half of the heat he'd felt so far dissipates as soon as Bradley hears Jake laughing against his shoulder, practically giggling.

"You're so fucking impossible." Bradley groans against the man's ear, holding him tight in place, maybe squeezing his hands a little too tightly against his waist – not even bothered with the fact he knew all of the Hard Deck was probably piled to watch them. Rooster usually wasn't one to cause a scene but for once, it'd been warranted.

"I'm sorry!" Jake laughs more, broadly, head thrown back and down into the sand, hand coming up to cover his eyes. Bradley could see pink crawling up his neck and ears, flushed with the effort of laughing and with the effect of being caught on doing something stupid. "It was too good for me not to share! Come on!"

The humiliation of being exposed over doing something stupid he'd blamed on Maverick – the stupid thing in question being the bite he'd taken out of a fake wax apple about ten years ago and placing it back on the fruit bowl, to which Iceman had wondered for years who'd done it – suddenly passing as he watched Jake laugh away in the sand, under the clear blue California skies. With a defeated sigh, all Rooster could do was rest his forehead in the middle of the other man's chest, groaning; and despite the vague shame still burning in the back of his mind, his chest blooms with so much warmth and love for the idiot laughing under him. "You're so lucky I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

The words come out unnoticed, as easy as breathing, so easy in fact, Bradley doesn't notice them. But Jake does. And stops laughing, hand moving away to stare down at him – and only then Bradley realizes what he's said. "...do you?"

Rooster shifts, chin resting up so they can look back at each other. This wasn't how he'd pictured it going, alright, but there's no other moment he thinks would've been more perfect than this one. No other moment that his heart felt more full and more sure than this one.

"Yeah... yeah I do... so... marry me?"

I am drowning

There is no sign of land

You are coming down with me

Hand in unlovable hand

(I'm still taking writing prompts for my warmups!)

#sereshaw #hangster #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #writing prompts #writing warmups #tgm fic #//AHAHAHA I ACTUALLY LIKED THIS ONE SM

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thenopequeen · 4 months

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As the dragon descended on the village, one woman left the fleeing crowd and stepped out to meet it. No armor, no weapon, no noble steed; those were for one far above her station. And as she climbed a little outcropping of rock by the road, massive wings darkened the sky above her, and she called out a cheerful greeting

"Hello there!"

The ground shook as the four scaly limbs set down, and the huge wings folded

"And what trick is this that you try to defend yourself with now, little mortal?"

"No trick, I wouldn't even know where to start tricking a dragon. Do I look like some kind of wizard to you?"

A glowing eye surveyed her simple clothes and empty hands

"No, you most certainly do not. Are you so eager for death that you seek it out ahead of your fellows?"

"Not particularly. No desire for a fiery end or terrible teeth here, just curiosity."

A puff of smoke as the dragon snorted in amusement

"And what could pique such curiosity that you would walk out to meet your most certain end?"

"You're curious too? Well, I can tell you, but if you don't like the answer, promise you won't make anything worse than it was already going to be. I'm not going to pretend I'm important enough to make you leave entirely, but promise me that you won't be any more cruel than you were already planning to be."

"And if I am far too proud to bind myself in an oath to one such as you?"

She sat down crosslegged on the stone, leaned back on her hands, and smiled

"Then you do whatever you want, and I die, and your curiosity does whatever it wants to you. After all, if I'm crazy enough to walk out here, I'm crazy enough to hold my tongue even now."

A tremendous foreclaw dug into the stone next to her. She patted it lightly.

"Truly, you are a mad one, and the workings of your mind will be incomprehensible. Very well. I swear to demonstrate no more cruelty here than was already my intention."

"Thank you very kindly, I appreciate it. You must understand, I have a very simple reason for coming out here, actually. I am the eldest daughter of my family. Since I was old enough to hold them without dropping them, I have had the raising of the youngers, any time our parents were busy, or tired, or just couldn't be bothered. I am grown now, and so are they, but the old habits will not leave so easy as moving out of the house we grew up in. I cannot change circumstances, I cannot make things better exactly, but I can give a bit of distance, without making things worse. I was always a master of excuses, of reasons why things aren't as bad as they seem, or of cleaning up a mess before anyone got whallopped for it. And now I've made you promise not to be any worse than you were going to be, while buying everyone else in the village time to run. You can only chase them as long as you would have anyway, and now they have a headstart. And all it cost was me."

"A promise built on a lie is nothing. You came here to trick me, not satisfy your curiosity. The oath is invalid!"

She cocked her head and frowned

"Do you not understand it? I came out here to see if it would be as simple to mitigate damage with a dragon as with my mother. I had to know, I would spend the rest of my life wondering if I didn't."

The dragon rumbled out a genuine chuckle, and pushed her flat on her back with a single claw

"And have you learned, little mortal? Is your curiosity sated?"

"Oh yes, it's actually much simpler, if far more dangerous. She never needed an excuse to change up the rules if she thought I was keeping something from her. You only wanted to when you thought the promise was made insincerely. Thank you for your honest dealing, my dear dragon, it's been an honor."

#a rambling nope appears #im trying to write #fantasy #dragon #tw bad parents #my writing #self sacrifice #siblings #plz reblog #i mean if you want and all #but this is definitely not just for my blog

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bonefall · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering given your expressed dislike for how ASiR handled it, how are you going to treat Feathertail and Stormfur and their individual character arcs + strained relationship with RiverClan in the rewrite. We've already seen how Reedwhisker and Mistystar reacted to the trauma of what happened under TigerClan, and I wonder what your plans for them are. Will Feathertail and Sasha still have a relationship and how will that be handled? Also how much of the "Stormfur is thought to be the prophecised defeater of Sharptooth" thing you are going to keep with regards to their Tribe arc, in case that is still preserved I came up with the idea in rewrites of switching their fur colors a bit, so Stormfur is a silver tabby and Feathertail is blue/gray smoke (long-furred), i.e she looks just gray on the surface but has a silver undercoat that's only obvious when she's running or something. This making it make more sense that everyone thinks Stormfur is the one even though Feathertail technically also fits the prophecy. And with Crowpaw and Feathertail's relationship, you've said before that you might age up Crowpaw to make this work, but I'm not sure if it's necessary for a romance at all between the two for the plot or at least more than a one-sided one on Crowpaw's part, wouldn't it just be enough that they bond and Feathertail takes time to really understand Crowpaw when the others don't?

I do very much dislike A Shadow In RiverClan!! I'm going to answer how I'm going to handle it in its own post, because I have a ton of ideas and it's looking like it's going to be one of my bigger reduxes.

When that comes, its new name is going to be The Tiger In RiverClan. In short; its POV will be changed, and it's about all of the half-Clan cats struggling with TigerClan supporters.

The Tribe and the Silver Warrior

I'm gonna wrench out that prophecy entirely, it doesn't sit right with me at all! I don't like how in our very first meeting with the Tribe, they're detaining the sundrown patrol because they expect them to fix their problems. It's a bad introduction. I want that first meeting to be something joyful, interrupted by Sharptooth.

So instead, when the Sundrown Patrol is passing over the mountains, they run into Tribecats and are immediately given help in their crossing. Through conversation, it's quickly discovered that the Sundrown Patrol is descended from the Sun Trail Cats, who the Tribe recognize as long-lost cousins and insist they come and visit the Cave Ward.

This part's a bit fuzzy, I want to go and revisit TNP for inspiration, but somehow around here the Sundrown Patrol violently learns about Sharptooth. Stoneteller explains they've killed him before, and they will kill him again. But the damage is devastating, some of the friendly cats who had saved their lives were suddenly slaughtered by the beast.

The Patrol debates what to do. Tawnypelt, the leader, has to make a decision; Will they stay and help their 'cousins,' or will they return to their mission?

This time, they aren't being coerced or begged in any way. It's completely up to the Sundrown Patrol to make this choice, and it's established that the Tribe CAN deal with Sharptooth on their own... but could use the help!

And help is exactly what they give, Feathertail sacrificing her life to end the carnage.

Feathertail and Crowfoot

A no romance bond could work perfectly well, but something I enjoy about Crowfeather is how this experience colors the 'way' he loves others. I think, even if Feathertail lived, it wouldn't have worked out and Crowfoot would have had to have a reckoning with the fact he can't just stuff people into the hole in his heart.

It would have worked out better for him, though, because Bonefall Feathertail's very wise and, through breaking his heart, would give him some excellent advice on how to properly mend it, if that makes sense. But that isn't what happens. She dies horribly, and Crowfeather spends the rest of his life chasing the "Perfect Love" he thinks he could have had.

(it's honestly too bad that Bonefall Feathertail dies here, she's a total delight and I like writing for her lmao. Ridiculously relaxed pun-lover who knocks you off your feet with sudden, cutting insight.)

As for if she likes him back, I think she kinda does, but not as much as he likes her. Notably, Crowfoot's not going to be as bad as he is in canon, because Canon TNP Crowpaw is just utterly insufferable imo. His mother Ashfoot raises him with stories of the Forget-Me-Nots (her old friend group, including young Bluestar, for newcomers) which makes him several orders of magnitude more agreeable.

I think, of all the Sundrown Patrol, Crow was the one who needed the most shakeup. It's generally agreed that it was a total missed opportunity for these cats to have a sort of 'found family' dynamic, and I think the biggest obstacle to that is Crow. Every word out of his mouth is some flavor of, "I resent being here and I'm committed to hating you people."

It makes a lot of otherwise fun scenes end disastrously.

So instead, I'm approaching him as kind of grumpy and dramatic, but dedicated. Feathertail's the first to understand him, but the whole crew gets him by the time they get back to the Forest.

And, lastly, he's going to be aged up, and not just for the romance. I get the vibe that Deadfoot picked his son from heaven just for the sake of nepotism, and I'd like to fix that at least a little bit. No apprentices are chosen by StarClan to go on the incredibly important religious quest. And, lastly, it fixes a minor time discrepancy where Deadfoot would have been dead before his last litter was conceived.

His name was Crowfoot on the journey, and he receives an honor title from Tallstar as a request to honor Feathertail.

#Bonefall TNP #Bonefall Rewrite #Crowfeather #Sundrown Patrol #Feathertail #Sharptooth #Tawnypelt

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stay-curious · 2 years

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um can i request a small drabble for y/n & natasha discussing the possibility of getting married and/or having kids way in the future

fluffy af cuz i cant handle angst 😩

here you go anon! giving nat the love she deserves.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😬

but prepare yourself for the next few chapters

A/N: there's a slight mention of what's to come in the next chapters. what do you think it can be? 🤔

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The fallen leaves adorned the trail leading up to the Barton’s. Clint invited you to spend a weekend at the farmhouse. It’s been long since your last visit and Layla was missing Auntie Nat. Hence, you didn’t think bout it twice before accepting the offer. Natasha won’t admit it, but she was just as eager as you to take some time off.

You didn’t have time to turn the engine off when Lyla stormed off the house running to greet you. Nat is the first one to do so, lifting her up and spinning around, you follow behind. As you enter the household, you are met with Laura carrying one-year-old Nathaniel while picking up the toys.

“I still don’t know how you do it,” Natasha says, eliciting a chuckle from Laura.

“Natasha, Y/N. So good to see you again.”

After Clint came back from the grocery store, he, Nat, and the kids went out to the backyard. Laura and you got started with lunch. The two of you had more than enough time to catch up whilst the food was cooking. The rest of the day was spent hanging out with the kids: Layla showed you all the archery tricks she had learned since you last visited, which were quite a few, surprisingly; Cooper wanted to play all of his new videogames, which was impossible, but he was adamant; and little Nathaniel, you and Nat were drooling it came to playing with him.

It's 10pm now and you find yourself washing the dishes with the green-eyed after Laura reluctantly accepted. Although she didn’t need more convincing. You argued that it was the least you could do as they had made dinner. There’s a comfortable silence that’s settled in the room. You’re cleaning the plates, your mind trailing back to the memory of this morning. Natasha was running around chasing Layla and Cooper. You smile at the image, love smeared all over your face, and you continue with your task. Natasha seemed to think about that same moment. For an instant, she wonders how it all would feel: marriage, a family, a future with you. Her eyes become glossy from the tears formed just at the thought. She raises her hand to wipe them off, but your soft touch stops it.

“What is it, honey?” You tilt your head waiting for her answer.

“It’s probably the first time in my life I’ve let myself dream about a future.” She admits, her tone mixed with sadness and relief.

“Really?” Your taken aback by those words.

“Yeah.” You step closer to her, your hand still on her wrist. You bring it to your lips and kiss her knuckles.

“How’s that future like?”

“I see us, married and…” a silent sob leaves her mouth, but you encourage her to continue. “and I see us having a kid, maybe two. I see you, my wife and the mother of my children.”

“You want to get married?” You whisper while trying to blink away the tears.

“I do, do you not want that?” She asks, her voice smaller than usual, fearing the words that’d leave your mouth, that you didn’t see that future, not with her.

“Of course, I do,” You quickly reassure her. “I just… you never mentioned it, so I assumed that was not what you wanted”

“You want to get married and have kids.” You hum in response. “When…“ She stops, her mind still processing the information. “When would you like to get married?”

“Honestly? I’m in no rush, but I would like to get engaged not too long after New Wear’s. We’ve known each other for four years and have been together for two since you came back. I don’t want to wait any longer.” You let out what’s been lately on your mind. “As far as children, I think it’s best if we wait until we’re married.” “I think so too.” She wraps her arms around your neck, fingers playing with your hair.

“Can’t wait to call you my wife,” She whispers and leans in to close the distance and give you a kiss.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #rwylm fic #rwylm series #anon ask #au #rwylm

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theblogofinsanity · 2 months

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Matthew Perry

I sometimes wonder if I will meet a similar demise.

Found deceased unexpectedly. Tragically.

I certainly have the habits of a person who would be found dead in their home on a Sunday afternoon.

Lets start with the alcohol. I love it. Its been years since I've gone a day without drinking. I did quit for around 100 days 2 years ago, but that involved spending the night in the hospital and going home with a bottle of Lubrium. And let's face it, benzos are better than booze.

Other than that 100 days (which is, coincidentally how long they would allow me to be on Librium) I've been drinking every evening/night for about 12 years.

Did i mention that I also like opiates? Possibly more than alcohol. I had a serious addiction for many years and squandered unfathomable amounts of money chasing the ever elusive happiness that I so desperately crave. But now that I'm a grown up in my mid 30s, I'm on something called Suboxone (the active ingredient, buprenorphine, was found in Matthew's toxicology report as a contributing factor to his death).

It's like heroin without the fun. But if you take enough and happen to mix it with alcohol, you can get a decent nod going. (What this combination is most likely doing to my liver is a conversation for another day). I suspect Matthew was chasing the same thing that I am. I haven't touched ketamine (one of the substances found in his system), but I probably wouldn't turn it down if offered.

Being dependent on these substances (alcohol and buprenorphine) feels like being on some kind of strange life support. I don't have the ability to survive or function without it. I feel trapped and weighed down. But I also cannot imagine the alternative. I can't imagine a life completely sober. What is there to look forward to?

A hard day at work is made bearable by the fact that I have some beer and a dose of medication waiting for me when I get home.

I cannot fathom "raw dogging" life. No booze. No pills. Waking up and going to sleep with unaltered brain chemistry is such a foreign idea to me.

Rest in peace, Matthew. I can't say for sure if you suffered from the same affliction that plagues me. But if you did, I understand.

#matthew perry #tw drugs #alcohol #mental health #mental illness #buprenorphine #happiness

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emptybrainstuff · 11 months

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Why is it that you don't date anyone anymore? Do you have a specific problem with that?

Yeah, i think. No, i know

What is it?

I would rather not say, don't you think everyone are subject to having some things to themselves? I think this is my little secret, something i don't want anyone to know. Not because I'm embarrassed but i just feel like it would be tainted or something if others knew. I want it to be something just between us, me and the person it concerns.

So, you're heartbroken?

Well to be straightforward, yes, I'm heartbroken. I don't think ik how to deal with it, it'll be my own little secret.

Will you reveal it to the concerned person though?

I don't have the guts to do that. Don't you think i would have done it long ago? When i actually could have? When they would have listened? Maybe a part of the reason that i was scared that they would actually listen. Ik i should regret not telling them but i can't bring myself to, just like how i can't, even now.

Have you found a remedy for your broken heart?

Nope, not yet. Every broken heart has its own remedy, its own solution, a unique one at that. For some ppl it's someone, for others it's something and for the other few, it's a dream. Yk ig people seek out the solution actually, for their own betterment and happiness, maybe most people do. Isn't that what life is? Human beings and their wants, their needs. And they spend the rest of their lives chasing to find the solution, a piece to solve the puzzle and salve their heart. I do too. My dreams. But that's not the cause of this broken heart.

Then?

A person. Or maybe i think it's actually my own actions. I rly dk. But yeah, a person.

So? Why don't you go and find your own solution?

You see... The thing is, i don't want to. I don't want to find the solution. Ik it sounds vaguely self-destructive but i don't want to. At least not now and maybe not for a long time... I think because in the subconscious or conscious whatever, i rly want the person to come back and maybe they are the only solution to ever exist for the mortifying pain. I don't think I'd want another solution even if it exists.

Honestly? I feel right at home with the mortifying pain. Am i a masochist?

idk but i don't think it matters.

Comfort. Isn't that what everyone wants? Comfort. Absence of the necessity to feel not judged. Because you know you won't be judged. That's what comfort is. The mortifying ordeal of being known. It's part scary and part exhilarating. It's a weird combination which makes you feel wonderful. Maybe that's what everyone wants. To feel special. To belong.

And this pain? The trickle of blood from the jagged edges where the pieces of my heart had been ripped out? Makes me feel.... Special. Wanted. Unique. Unjudged. It's stupid rly. To get addicted to pain. I can understand if it's another's pain. But your own? That's even sicker. Well, doesn't love make us sick?

It feels horribly wrong for someone else to fill that gaping wound instead of them. Not her soft hand closing the jagged wounds. But rather unfamiliar fingers touching the blood. It feels uncomfortable to even think abt it. Showing my heart to someone? That's easy, the whole, unbroken, full heart. This wretched thing held captive by my ribs? I can't show this to anyone. It's beautifully corrupted. By the hands i want around my neck. To corrupt me indeed, body and soul, mind and heart, skin and flesh. To be corrupted to the point where i can feel nothing but her warm breath, to hear nothing but her singing voice, to see nothing but her smile, to want nothing but her presence. Maybe, if I'm lucky, if truly fate is in its work, i would have the privilege to show her the art, that is my heart, she begot. But like i mentioned, i do not want to find the solution.

Why do you think i suffer alongside my heart with the memories once created? That stay in a place so so so close to reality that i think i might.. might as well go mad? Mad with love. Mad with hate. Mad with the memories my lonely mind created in solitude when you deserted us? Sorry.... when she deserted us. I suffer and suffer more not because of her but because of myself. The constant remembrance of words she bared which lay imprinted on the veins of my heart looks upon the liquid which was once considered precious flowing now with all its use drained from it. I read the same messages again and again hoping that i would find more reasons i could convince my hopeless heart about our love. I rethink all of the moments we spent together analysing what i could have said, what i should have said instead. Maybe then she'd come back.... As if she ever will. It's pathetic really. How i hope she'd return. What could i have said? What could i have done to make her stay, to want her to be by my side. At least to talk to me, talk with me. But what's the point of rethinking all of this when you know that she isn't gonna come back? But i do anyway.

I am just so so tired. I actually don't think I've spent even a single day without thinking about her. It's been more than six entire months. We used to not be able to stop talking to each other even for a day and look where we are now. More than a year. I thought, i really thought i meant more than that.

Don't you think if someone really wants something, they'd work for it? If you really want something, shouldn't you atleast try to make it work? It's cowardly to leave and escape the moment things turn a little bit sour. If it had been me, i would have worked for it, hard. Begged to try and make it work. Cause it was how much she meant to me, our friendship meant to me. It's pathetic tbh, how she was my everything and i didn't matter much after all. But- but how? Even if i mattered less, how was it so easy to just throw me away? Yk what maybe it's actually me. Maybe it's my fault that i would have tried to make it work no matter what. I'm glad, rly happy that she wanted to be better though. Maybe i shld learn how to do that. But what can I do when she is the one who made me better? Made me happy and satisfied and content even when everything was falling apart? It's stupid, it's stupid how much i crave her and that too not even physically but emotionally and mentally. I should have tried better. But I'm angry too. And I'm scared that the dam will one day burst open and spill all that anger at the worst time possible. So i bite tongue and push the words deep into my throat to keep it from spilling out. No matter what, I'll try, atleast try to keep that from happening again.

#love #heartbroken #heartbreak #rant post #rant #confession #confess your sins #lmao what's this?#ignore this smh #not proofread #sobbing my heart out #vision so blurry

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fanficg12023 · 6 months

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Sinopsis: If you had woken up on a mysterious old farm after a terrible night, what would you have done? This happened with Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham. The first thing he did there was to try to discover where he was. On an old farm. In that place, there are no humans and a lot of injustice. The hero, as a protector of Gotham, will have a challenge to save a horse. Continue with us here and understand the story.

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Crazy Night

A loud boom echoed as a building exploded and caught fire. As many know, Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person. Batman, who was resting, woke up at 10 o'clock and quickly put on his superhero suit. Alfred, call the cops and the firefighters. I need to go. - said Bruce Wayne Wearing his famous suit, he rushed to the disaster scene, where the smoke made it hard to see, and there were sounds of rescuers. I need to check if there are people who need help. - said Batman In the middle of the dangerous situation, Batman, dealing with limited air, searched for survivors inside the burning building. HELP ME PLEASE! - a voice screamed I'm coming. Hold on!" In all the chaos, Batman found someone in trouble and rescued them. You're safe now. I'll get you out. - Batman said after saving the victim. After doing his hero's job, Batman went back home. Tired, Bruce Wayne tried to relax by watching a movie and fell into a restless sleep on his sofa. Finally, a quiet night." Bruce thought. But little did he know that this night would change his life. The next morning when he woke up, Bruce Wayne found himself on a strange, old-fashioned farm. What's going on? - he whispered At first, he thought it was a dream, but after some time, he realized it was real. Wondering what to do next, he explored the farm and discovered that the animals could talk. Talking animals? That couldn’t be possible. Talking to a chicken, Batman learns about a horse named Boxer and a mysterious windmill on the farm. What's a windmill, who's Boxer, and where does he live? A windmill is that big structure over there. I don't know where Boxer is now, but could you sign this for me? I'm a big fan. Curious and determined, Batman continued his investigation, finding animals being treated poorly. Why are these animals being treated like this?"- he asked a tired donkey about their hard work, realizing there was something wrong. - How do you endure this? Driven to find Boxer, Batman took a break from helping the overworked animals. I'll come back to help you guys. Now, I need to find Boxer. Guided by a helpful donkey, he arrived at the barn where Boxer lived, just as a wagon was about to take him to the slaughterhouse. I won't let this happen. - Batman said quietly to himself Determined, the hero chased the wagon, but it disappeared. The situation got worse when he found Boxer being attacked by three mean pigs. "Looks like they're trying to hurt Boxer!" Well, do something! You are a hero remember?- The sheep said Quickly, Batman stopped the pigs, saving Boxer from harm. Beating up all three pigs and banning them from the farm forever. Now all the animals were shouting with joy and complimenting him. And never came back again - said the hero to the pigs who were already far away from the farm As Boxer woke up, he thanked Batman, confused about why the pigs wanted to hurt him. Why were they trying to hurt me?" The pigs were planning to hurt you. I came to save you. Batman explained his strange presence and the plan against Boxer's life. You don't need to thank me. Everyone loves you. You need to live. Batman went back to the barn with Boxer, deciding to spend the night there, with all the other animals too like in the old times before Napoleon. Can I sleep here with you, Boxer?" Is the bare minimum I can do after you saved my life today!" Sleeping on straw, Batman rested, waking up the next day in his own home, wondering about the strange adventure on the farm. What was all that?

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somedeeptales · 7 months

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A letter to my younger self

Dear younger self, It’s me at 60, and by me I mean you. Yeah, I don’t get it either, but whatever. Listen, you don't know it yet, but in a year, your life will change. You'll take your first ever plane trip. You'll be in a new country where you don't speak the language. Where you'll live in a single cramped room; in a house full of strange new sounds and the smells and people. One night, you'll find yourself all alone, gazing up at the sky, so clearer and bluer than you're used to, and know the feeling of homesickness before you utter the word. I know you still love the smell of butterfly bushes, but now you cherish it a little less. You still chase butterflies just like you always have, but you’re more careful not to hurt them--or anything else. You remember that song you like, the one that says, “life is but a dream?” Well, it’s been exactly like that. You’re bewitched by a chorus of crickets and the hum of lotus pods shaking their rattles in the hot summer air, and now you’re here. It all happens so very fast. Life goes on forever. But hey, you are still good friends with a few. You saw them today, and you all have cried while talking about life, things where you all left, how you guys have grown, and what you all have missed. Some things stay the same, but they mean more as life goes on. Now, I don't think about you often, and that seems like an oversight. Maybe it's just self-preservation. If you know the stove is hot, why touch it? But when I do think of you, I wonder if there's anything I can do to make any of that better for you. Probably not, I'm sad to say. The lessons you'll soon learn will stay with you for a long time. Maybe forever - jury's still out on that one. You'll spend the rest of your life looking for safety, Constancy, And as much as I resent the cliche - LOVE. Even if I could go back, be there with you, I don't think anything I can say or do will change the course of your life, or who you will become. And that may sound like something tragic, but truly, it's not. We both know that there are no guarantees, and we'll learn to stop looking for them in time. But for now, come here. I want to give you a hug, and hold you until the noise stops, and the shaking goes away. It doesn't matter what they say; it's okay to cry. It's okay to be afraid, and it's okay to be sad, or angry, or whatever the moment demands. It's okay... it's okay whatever you've done, you did great. Much love, Your older self

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silvysartfulness · 2 years

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Salve,

I wanted to start with, I love your story Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It. I wanted to ask a question not really to do with it.

I was wondering, how do you write for Xue Yang? Like what is the process?

I'm currently trying to write multiple fanfics with him in it, but I suck dialogue and it's a "thing" of mine to try and write as close to the character as possible, while also getting them to do what I need/want them to do.

I was wondering how you go about writing for his character.

Thank you so much - I'm very flattered you like Heaven Has A Road so much! 💚

As for your question, hmm...

My writing process is very much based on immersion, to "step inside" the characters and try to see the world through their eyes, feel what they feel, think as they think, see what would be the logical thing for them do do or say in any given situation. And of course the first step in being able to do that (and to write any character well, to be honest) is to understand them.

Which may seem obvious, but can also be more complicated than just liking a character and wanting to write them!

The first step for me whenever I hyperfocus on a new character(s) is to gather all the information I can about them. Watch and rewatch canon. Listen to interviews and the actors talking about how they approached the role/ character. For The Untamed, I also read most of the other adaptations (MDZS, the manhua and donghua) etc. Just... collecting everything said about the character and the world that is their context.

Next step is to analyze it (which to be fair, for me, goes hand in hand with the information collecting stage) to figure out why the character acts the way they do, given the information we have!

Only once you have a very deep understanding (and a healthy bunch of headcanons and personal guesses!) for what makes the character act the way they do, can you apply that pattern onto new situations in a way that makes the character's actions seem reasonable.

For Xue Yang, the process went something as follows

Observations: Xue Yang has problems with empathy and parsing emotion, his own and others', in general. He's prone to lash out, and will hurt others without remorse. He hides his true emotions behind a grin. He is restless and animated, even in scenes where he stands or sits still. The few times we've seen genuine emotion is when he talks about the childhood trauma of losing his finger, and when Xiao Xingchen rejects his story and so by extension, him.

Both the Untamed and the book tell us that he's a brilliant inventor (MDZS described him as the only one who could give the Jin the demonic cultivation knowledge they wanted, the Untamed has WangXian's suspicions immediately jump to him while speculating who could possibly have recreated the Yin Tiger Seal.)

He kept a low profile those years in Yi City, only tricking Xiao Xingchen to hurt people as part of his revenge plan in the beginning, and then just... settling down. Seemingly happy. And finally giving up the last 7-8 years of his life to try to undo Xiao Xingchen's death.

Translations make it hard to get a good grasp on his speech pattern, but again, taking in different adaptations and different subtitles helps in narrowing down what he's actually saying, giving something to build upon. He's described as being witty, he uses puns, is often very direct to the point of rude even when he's happy. It's a start.

Analysis: A lot of Xue Yang's issues go back to his childhood trauma. He "had no parents or money" and was forced to deal with the horrific abuse inflicted on him by a powerful nobleman all on his own. For a child that small, and an injury that bad, it would have been life-threatening. His is a trauma-shaped personality.

He's highly intelligent, sought after by the Wen and Jin both, the only one able to decipher Wei Wuxian's notes.

He chases thrills and highs, often to extremes, but when offered stability and kind encouragement, he settles down. The fact that he spends the rest of his life trying to recreate that life in Yi City shows he really treasured having that, possibly for the first time in his life.

As far as we can tell, he's the only character in the show we see use demonic cultivation and spiritual cultivation simultaneously.

Headcanons and theories: Xue Yang has ADHD. You can see it in his physical restlessness, as well as his brilliant outside-the-box way of thinking. He also struggles with Cluster B personality disorder issues (antisocial and borderline personality, more specifically) caused and/or exacerbated by his childhood lack of family, and the physical trauma he suffered (issues including contempt for authorities, risk-seeking behaviour, lack of empathy and remorse, criminal lifestyle, violent outbursts, abandonment issues, alexitymia and difficulty grasping and reacting to emotions in both himself and others). He also suffers from chronic pain - crushing is one of the most severe kinds of physical trauma, and will mess up not only the bones that he described as all broken, but nerves and tendons as well. There's very little chance he would have escaped having his hand crushed without permanent damage and pain.

Having been bitterly abused by the world, he lashes out in turn, reveling in cruelty and violence and the sense of power it gives him, the feeling of never being vulnerable again. But when shown patience, kindness, fondness... He treasures it. He can't fully grasp it, but he yearns for it, for the sense of connection he's never had, for the stability, discovering healthier coping mechanisms and outlets than all he had before... Finding someone who accepts him as he is. That life becomes so important to him that when he loses it, he can never move on, only wasting away in a dead city, trying desperately to get it all back.

At a surface glance, Xue Yang is careless, cruel and laughing at the world. Underneath, he's full of restless rage and resentment. And under that... he is afraid.

He can't admit that, even to himself, but a lot of what he does is about proving to himself that no one can hurt him again, and if they do, at least he's not afraid. Wang Haoxuan said in one interview that Xiao Xingchen not only made Xue Yang feel loved but protected, and that really hit me hard. Because that's really it. His life in Yi City didn't just make him feel happy. It made him feel safe. Maybe for the first time since he was that sunny, carefree child.

So having mapped out this solid character profile and what mechanisms lie beneath his actions, I can go on and put him in any number of other scenarios and be able to guess pretty well how he might react!

Does he feel threatened? He always strikes out at any perceived threat with disproportionate force to neutralize it before it can hurt him. Is he happy? He can be very dedicated to the people important to him. Is he sad? He can't parse his own emotions very well - when Wei Wuxian confronts him about why he wants Xiao Xingchen back, he refuses to admit it is because he misses him, even if that might have actually won him more sympathy and a better chance to get Wei Wuxian's help - instead he sneers and maintains it's just so he can keep tormenting him. A lot of strong emotions just translate to "feeling something weird... must be rage" for Xue Yang.

I have some more Xue Yang analysis meta posts scattered around my tumblr blog - I don't have links handy, but if you just scroll my xue yang tag, you should be able to find them. Meta about his relationship with food/hunger is one, another is a more in-depth analysis of his trauma-shaped personality and personality disorders, and yet another of his only perceived worth being tied to his usefulness.

Long rambly response, but I hope it can be of some help! 😁👍

#asksilvy #xue yang #the happy songxuexiao roadtrip story

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