#heaton

[love-nuclear-babes]

Dragons will literally scorch anyone who enters their space uninvited and you are never to try and climb onto the back of a dragon who has not chosen you if you value your life

Meanwhile Violet and her friends hopscotch from dragon to dragon in battles

[who-do-i-know-this-man-s3revived]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

Round 2

Heath (BlackStar ~Theater Starless~)

Heaton (Fourth Wing)

I know Both/Neither.

Voting ended onSep 8, 2025

[the-starry-seas]

Last Line Challenge

tagged by @loverboy-havocboy hi!

I do not know how to do a last line but have a last half-a-scene <3

damn who do i tag... obviously uno reverse to @loverboy-havocboy, and tags to @letshareapapou @adhd-coyote @hastalavistabyebye @thieves-never-say-die and anyone else who wants to do it! idk who's working on things

"Are you ever going to tell me your first name?" Zane asks, fingers idly drawing across Heaton's knuckles. "I was thinking of borrowing one of yours." "One of mine, eh?" He raises an eyebrow. "How many do you think I have?" "Danger, Deathbringer, Sharpshooter, I heard some girl on Eden-4 even calls you-" "All right, then, that's enough. Which one did you have your eye on?" "Ferocity, maybe. Something about the sound of it." He can't put his finger on what, but ever since he heard Zane laughingly toss it out, in that wonderful voice, he'd wanted to hear it again. Wanted to have some claim to Zane's life. Something he can hold onto, point to, know that it was all real, when Zane leaves. He can't shake the feeling that some kind of change is right around the corner, and he can't bring himself to think that it'll be a good one. "Well, you're welcome to it," Zane assures him. "Do I get to have one of yours? Fair's fair." Heaton snorts, and shifts to look at Zane better, trying to distract himself from his worries. "And which one did you have your eye on?" he asks, mimicking Zane's accent. "I do not sound like that," Zane grumbles, then looks away. There's something strange about his face, Heaton thinks, and realises he's never seen Zane nervous before. "I was thinking Heaton, maybe." "That…" His throat's dry. He swallows. "That sounds like a proposal." "Maybe so." "If it was, I'd say yes." Zane looks back at him, quick enough that Heaton blinks. "Would you, then?" Zane whispers. All he can do is nod, but that must be enough, because Zane kisses him, gently, and tucks against his side, resting his head on Heaton's arm. "I'll give you something grand, lovey," he promises, softer than Heaton's ever heard him.

[who-do-i-know-this-man-s3]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

Round 1

Heaton (Fourth Wing)

Hecate (Path to Nowhere)

I know Both/Neither.

Voting ended onOct 3, 2024

[roughridingrednecks]

Heaton in Florida

[themanirealityshifter]

Turning Random Marauder Memes Into Scenarios In My Empyrean DR (With A Couple Of Alterations)

Ridoc: Let’s do something!

Me: NO

Violet: NO

Xaden: NO

Heaton: NO

Imogen: NO

Garrick: NO

Tairn: NO

Aodhan: NO

General Sorrengail: NO

The entirety of Basgiath War College: NO

Literally every single sane person or thing on the planet: NO

Rhiannon: HELL YEAH, I’M IN!

General Sorrengail: I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU PEOPLE, GET BACK HERE!

Xaden: GUYS, IT’S TIME TO INITIATE ESCAPE PLAN 3.56 DASH B BRACKETED COLUMN TWENTY FOUR UNDERLINED PARAGRAPH 18 HIGHLIGHTED TEXT TWELVE QUOTED TEXT MARKED F SECTION FOUR-EIGHTY-TEN-NINE-SIX-NEGATIVE TWO SUBDIVISION EIGHT—

General Sorrengail: What are you trying to do, Wingleader Riorson?

Xaden: *Watches me, Violet, Ridoc, Garrick, Rhiannon, Heaton, and Imogen sprint away over General Sorrengail’s shoulder*

Xaden: *Smirks sheepishly*

Xaden: Distracting you, General Sorrengail.

Xaden: *Runs in the other direction*

General Sorrengail: …

General Sorrengail: …

General Sorrengail: *Smiles to herself and shakes her head* Amari, let them only get smarter.

Violet, talking to Xaden: Who’s my favorite boy in the whole world— Ridoc, puT YOUR HAND DOWN!

Xaden: So, I was just wondering if you would go out with me?

Violet: Yes.

Xaden: You’ll come aro— WAIT, DID YOU JUST SAY YES?

Violet: Um, yes?

Xaden: OH MY AMARI, HOLD ON, I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!

Xaden: *Dashes off*

Violet: …

Violet: …So, should I leave, ooor??

Violet: …

Xaden: *Shows back up, dragging me behind him*

Xaden: Say it again, please.

Ridoc: Guys, there’s three ways to do things: the right way, the wrong way, and the Ridoc way.

Me: Isn’t that the wrong way, too?

Ridoc: Yeah, but it’s faster.

Me: Xaden?

Xaden: Mmm?

Me: I may have dared Quinn to astral project while she was sleeping, and now her consciousness is wandering around sleep-walking… and I can’t find her.

Xaden: …

Me: …

Xaden: …

Me: …

Xaden: …

Me: …But I swear, the last time I heard her was somewhere in this room.

Violet: Seb?

Me: Yeah?

Violet: I think I’m going crazy.

Me: Why?

Violet: Do you see Ridoc holding onto Tairn’s tail while Xaden is flapping his arms at the air over there?

Me: *Looks outside*

Me: *Sees Ridoc holding on for dear life while Tairn is wildly swinging his tail and Xaden is standing there, useless, trying not to get burned alive*

Me: …

Violet: …

Me: …

Violet: …

Me: AmArI dAmmIT nOt AgAIn

[starlightandfairies]

Sick Days ~Jonathan Byers~

Description: Jonathan takes care of sick reader

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, and use of medication, might be crappy because I was sick when writing

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 869

Here's the deal, being sick, sucks! I feel gross, I want to just crawl into a ball and cry. I can't talk without coughing and I look like freaking Ruldoph! I also woke up with a raging headache and couldn't be exposed to light for too long because I would have squinted eyes and couldn't think straight. I sighed in irritation as someone knocked on the door, I shuffled to the door with my blanket wrapped around me and threw open the door, wanting to glare at whoever was there but my glare disappeared once I saw Jonathan. He had a shopping bag in his hand and a small smile on his lips but his stare looked concerned and his puppy dog stare made tears pool in my eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Jonathan." 

"I'm sick and tired and I might as well be on my period," I whined in irritation and jumped as Jonathan pulled me in for a hug. 

"I know, just go sit in bed, I'll bring you some soup and I'll come join you." Jonathan watched as I waddled off to my room, I plopped onto my room and curled into my side, cuddling my knees close to my chest. 

Jonathan came into my room, holding the bowl of soup in his hands, I pushed myself up and held my blankets around me. Jonathan rubbed my back as I started coughing and sneezing. I had been using tissues like they were air and gulping water down like it was life. The quiet boy placed the back of his hand on my forehead and gave me a spoonful of soup. It felt weird with him spoon-feeding me but I didn't really have the effort or care to protest with him. After I was finished with my soup, Jonathan cleaned the dishes and then grabbed me a book from my nightstand. I couldn't think straight, he knew I liked reading and my brain was so because nothing made sense to my brain he read the next few chapters to me. 

"Jonathan?" I whispered, my voice croaky and unable to speak with coughing every few minutes. 

"Yeah, Y/N?" He questioned with a gentle smile, I smiled softly and tiredly. Just wanted to be held by him but knew that I wouldn't want Jonathan to get sick as he had his own family to take care of. With Joyce working and Will still trying to get better from all the sci-fi crap, I didn't want to hog all his time or make him unable to care. 

"Could you please get some throat losengers from the kitchen?" He nodded, squeezing my hand and kissing my forehead before he walked out. I glared at my window, pouting as the light blared in and then gleamed once Jonathan came back in with the packet.

I took it from him, thanking him for the help and then started sucking on the lozenge. Jonathan continued reading my book, I loved listening to him read, he brought all the characters to life with different voices for each one and continued to care for me whenever I went into a coughing fit 

"You're burning up, I'll get more water and you have a quick shower. Okay?" Jonathan informed, I smiled tiredly and nodded. I walked to the bathroom, showered and changed into a new set of clothes. I walked in, flopped down with Jonathan and rested my head on his shoulder. 

"I hate being sick," I mumbled, he chuckled, rubbed my upper arm and then kissed the side of my head. 

"I know, you'll get better soon and then we can do that photography trip that you wanted to do." He reassured me, I smiled softly, closing my eyes and cocooning into his side.

I don't really know what happened besides the fact that I fell asleep, Jonathan must have properly tucked me in and when I sat and woke up Jonathan gently rocked me awake and presented me with a gentle smile and a bowl full of jelly. 

"Thanks," I mumbled. 

"No worries." He sat beside me, handing me the bowl and I just eat the soft treat. It helped soothe the pain in my throat, my head hurt and I couldn't think about what to say to Jonathan. He even helped me with my schoolwork which I tried doing but obviously couldn't because of the brain fog.

A couple of hours later, I had taken a stronger set of cold meds, it made me a little loopy but I guess I kinda already was with the nonsense I made up trying to explain everything that came to mind. I stared at Jonathan for a few moments, giggling quietly and fiddling with his hand.

"You've got nice eyes, they're cool and they're different. I really like them." I giggled, staring into his eyes, he smiled sheepishly and picked me up slightly to readjust me so I was lying in bed. He tucked me in bed, kissed my forehead and made sure I had the teddy bears I had since I was little.

"You get better soon, I'll be here when you wake up, take it easy. Okay?" He whispered, I nodded and curled into the mattress.

[curiouscatalog]

Bookplate from: Webb, Thomas Smith, 1771-1819. The Freemason's monitor. Salem : Cushing and Appleton, 1818

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