#thing again like i just imagined him being so scared that another 100 years had passed and everyone he’d ever known was dead

[caecia]

chosen by the goddess

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How do you feel about yan jojo characters using there stand to harm there darling ? Or use it to there advantage.I like to imagine some characters like jotaro, jolyne , Joseph using there stands to kidnap or threaten their darling

YES!! I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!

I really hate it, but sort of love the idea because of the power imbalance it brings. Especially if darling isnt a stand user themselves.

I'm pretty sure darling would have a mental break because how the fuck is an invisible force dragging them up by the ankle?? Gravity?? Hello? Not to mention being HURT BY IT? Yeah ur all checked out.

Using the Joestar bloodline specifically for this was diabolical, thank you.

Jotaro would be one to use Star Platinum to intimidate his darling-- as if he himself wouldn't already be enough-- but he would never use Star to hurt them. Only if it were necessary. Afterward, he'd feel obligated to treat his darling be it tending to their wounds or gifts to make it up if they deserve it. He's a pretty closed off guy, so showing remorse face-to-face is a hard thing. Younger Jotaro would have a lot more difficulty with saying sorry. He'd say things he didn't really mean, "Then don't be a pain." Okay, he kind of meant it, but that's just his default response. Jotaro would make it up in some way or another to get rid of that cold shoulder of yours.

That's only if you're ballsy enough to even let him loom over you in dead silence for more than a few seconds.

Older Jotaro using his stand to hurt his darling is reserved for worst case scenarios only as well. He has more resources and has come a long way since his teenage years. He doesn't expect for his darling to magically get comfortable around him instantly or even in several months following the revelation of his yandere tendencies. He finds that using violence to get ones way doesn't really get what people want in the end, so its useless to him. It only applies if his his darling is actively running or trying to kill him.

Something he'd do in general with Star to intimidate his darling is scare tactics. Jotaro is pretty straightforward and tells it how it is, but he isn't above telling a few lies to get you on his side. He sees no point in hurting himself or you for some brownie points, so he does the obvious. Break shit around you. Though, not in some fit or tantrum. Rather, just to showcase the control he has in each situation. It seems to be way easier to crack a table in half, leaving concern for splinters around you two, (not that he cares much), and have you willingly be smart than grabbing you by the arm and dragging you away kicking and screaming. So damn annoying. It'd stress him out, and again, he hates screaming.

Jotaro would 100% use the help of Star to kidnap his darling. He utilizes Star well and gets the job DONE. Not to mention having the Speedwagon Foundation backing him up as well.

Old Joseph would use Hermit Purple occasionally. Assuming he had a falling out with Suzie, he wants to appear as best as he can for his darling. He'd be a gentleman. Well, as gentlemanly as an eccentric elder who's main focus is breaking and talking to screens can get. Joseph wouldn't use Hermit Purple to teach his darling a lesson or scare them at all. The only times he'd feel inclined to whip his stand out is to restrain his darling if they decide to attempt escaping, or to... do what old people do. Yeah.... But anyway, those are the only two most likely scenarios that come to mind if he were to ever use ol' H.P on his darling. Joseph would rather focus on wooing and winning over his darling rather than forcing them into submission all the time.

I do want to be like, "He would put pedal to the metal," or, "A little elbow grease does the trick," but honestly, that belongs to Young Joseph. Same guy basically, just more unhinged and less wise. Young Joseph would intentionally push his darling, but would suffer the unintentional consequences. He just wants some luv 💔 "Oh no! I made my darling cry because I kept dragging them away from the people they love and continuously pushed their boundaries! I tried to do everything right, how could this happen?" WHY ARE YOU DENSE SIR. GEEZ LA WHEEZ.

Jolyne would use Stone Free to mess with the stuff in her darling's life so they come running to her instead of scaring them into submission. She's a romantic at heart, but her darling doesn't make it easier by pushing her away. In the usual prison setting, she'd whisk away your stuff so you have to come asking if she has any commissary to spare. Other times, she's petty enough to mess with others in front of you if she feels threatened by them. Although, she'd either make sure to be low-key about it, or brush it off if you really have an issue with it, "So what? It's not like they're our friend right? This ain't a daycare or whatever. And besides, its not even a big deal. Don't worry about it." Gets sort of defensive, but always backs her "claims" up in some way. A bit foolish, but quick thinking.

She tries to tone it down usually due to there being potential hundreds of stand users that could get back at her for something stupid she did. If her darling ever caught on to her antics, (probably because the crazy shit always gotta happen around her), she'd deny it HARDCORE at first, but would feel bad eventually and confess because what's a relationship without communication and trust? She'd never want to lie and snowball that into something she can't control anymore. Jolyne might get emotional, but her drive outweighs the doubt in her. She'd make it up to you in any way she can, and with her friends, she can make prison life a whole lot easier or harder. Darling's choice.

[iminthetunnels]

i literally forgor what it felt like to be under so much stress. the cold sweats, the extreme panic, the throwing up, gagging if i put foood in my mouth. like it’s been good for so long, even before i met him i was doing so good. i was so healthy and so happy. now i feel i have to restart again. “that’s what life is about” but i truly don’t think so. i think it’s so wicked. like a bad dream. a weird nightmare. ever since i went to nashville, ever since i stepped in the waiting room at the cancer center, pure pain and shock. pure shock. it hit me all over again. i see the bald children on dialysis and im in udder shock, pain, fatigue, i want to cry. but i look stupid. i see their bloated faces. i’m scared. they tell me it’s fine. but i read those test results. they call me and want to do further testing. they will do another bone marrow biopsy. i can feel it. called it. i just sit in shock and also so fuckin funny dude. “u gunna leave me when shit gets hard” and it’s like yeah absolutely ! what kind of world . i am so so so so so sick. all i can think is, i want my son to be healthy. why is that so wrong. i am so sick. you’d never know either. i am so good at making sure it’s going to be okay. god has always had me. thru everything. i can’t lose my son tho. i cannot lose my son. they tell me “he’s developmentally delayed. just be with him 100% of the time” that’s fine. i already am. bht i don’t think he’s delayed. i think it’s traumatizing going to the doctor for him. so what if he can’t feed himself because he can’t see? so what i HAVE to be a helicopter mom and watch him so he doesn’t run into walls, poles, doors, whatever. or fall off a ledge. i wish i told them how well he hikes. he loves hiking. he says “i wanna walk by myself” and climbs rocks. the walking stick helps so much, it’s like a giant pointer finger and sound maker for him to see a REALLY big step. don’t care if im rambling. he wants me next to him while he sleeps, he can tell when i get up. even to go pee. he’s always coslept with me. even as a newborn. well actually, he slept on my chest 99% of the time. he slept on his own for abt 10 minutes as a newborn. like at a time. he also. has never really spent time away from me. i’ve never had a night away from him. i’ve never been too far from him. i’m always around him 100% and i don’t mind this actually i prefer this. i love to watch him grow. i love teaching him and being his mom. today we did tracing and he drew a nice big circle. he wants to help me do everything. he is a big helper. i love him more than life itself. he’s so wonderful. his favorite color is red. i wonder what he’ll make me crack up abt tomorrow. i wonder if he’ll wanna do tracing again. every morning, we do the calendar and white board. we have a velcro calendar that we change and we go thru the day, date, month, year, season, and current weather. on his white board i ask him…. how do you feel today??? he usually says “good!:)” with a big smile. i ask him, what do you wanna do today??? and i write down all the things he wants to do. i ask him, what do you want to eat today? so we are both prepared??? we go thru breakfast, lunch, snacks, dinner. then i write anything else he wants to add. it’s fun and builds a great schedule, routine of the sorts. then we go on to do everything he wants to do. i also started adding what i wanted to do. so he knows i have time to myself as well. today was “i wanna do some projects” and he honored that, respected it and gave me some space while he “read” all by himself. he was making up stories and flipping thru his books. his imagination is wild and beautiful. he’s very funny.

[loyaltykask]

Chapter 14

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

THE POOR MONKEY IS MOSSY! HE WAS SO DIRTY ONLY HIS EYES WHERE SEEN NO MONKEY. Also love the attitude, even under a rock he like: YOU'RE LATE

Man really said "I aint got shit to say to an NPC, get my that Main Character Protag over here"

Feel like he saying this with quotation marks like "disobedience" and "rebellion" Like it was just a prank bro

Just something about Wukong saying he wants to come makes me happy. For once Sanzang's trusting nature is a good thing in this case He trusts the 1000-year-old ex-warlord monkey

Fate is sealed

He is not a cruel monster, he way more than that

HE NAKEY BOY!

Also didn't want to hurt them damn, how loud can this guy get after 7 miles?! ALL HORSES SHALL BOW TO HIM

HE GIVS HIM A NICKNAME LIKE THAT. Says he looks like a little Dhuta and everything!!!

Sanzang: Oh no another tiger! Wukong: Noice, time to get my drip that will be integrated with my character design for the rest of the time

Even smashing someone's head in is put into poetry Deadass "His brain flew to the ground like peach petals and his bones look like white jade" LIKE BRUH I DIDN'T NEED THAT IMAGINE IN MY MIND

This could just be me but I feel the poetry here is to emphasize how Wukong and Sanzang are seen as a new founding pact, a team that is meant to be together highlighted by how the beasts around them gather together for safety as well

Man I love this poetry

Fucking rude. Sanzang being so handsome he knocks on sense into this old fart.

Love that Wukong can take a joke since he sees this guy as his great-great-great-great-great grandson. He is just a lovable guy.

Wukong just picking this poor guy up: Oh good they bought us provisions Sanzang: Wukong they want to rob us Wukong: The dead can't rob

Do love how Sanzangis worried about Wukong, like his first mission and he is scared his little monkey man is going to get hurt

I wanna know who the guy feeling desire was thinking

You would think after the 40th try they would slow down

The greatest lessons to be taught You can't go around killing people who get in your way Is it effective? Yes.

Is it nice? No.

Also love how one of Sanzang's point is that they could get in trouble with the law and how he does not want to get arrested because of Wukong's antics

Very interesting they bring up Wukong's desire to be a true immortal in this circumstance. It is only true discipline and self-control will Wukong be able to achieve what he has always wanted. Also, love that it goes further into detail about how Wukong has to be the one to make this choice, he has to be the one to humble himself and realize he still has more to learn rather than thinking 'Might is Right' and that it's his way or the highway. I mean I don't blame him as he is experienced and old but at the same point he has to see that even though he has his flaws he has to admit to being wrong sometimes in order to learn from those mistakes and grow as a person.

:-(

Wukong: Ow that hurts..... do it again, lets test

Well that would have ended the story VERY quickly

I just love the idea that Wukong was 100% ready about to throw hands and Tripi had to remind him "She taught it to me bruh she would do the same to you" Wukong had to pause like "......shit"

[somethinglikethatyeah83]

SFW ALPHABET: Tenth Doctor

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Timelord!Fem!OC (Vera)

Warnings: One mention of genocide, mentions of mental break downs but that's it!

Summary: A safe-for-work alphabet for your two favourite timelords

Word Count: 1.7K

A - Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Extremely affectionate, whether it’s cheek kisses or forehead kisses or just touching you in some way, the Doctor never wants to let go of her. It does get in the way sometimes, but he does let go if absolutely necessary, reluctantly, of course.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

They were best friends first, having met on Gallifrey. Completely inseparable they were called by everyone, little troublemakers. He was always popping around to say hi and they had enough inside jokes to fill the Tardis’ library.

C - Comfort (Are they good at comforting you when you’re down?)

Whenever Vera is feeling down she struggles to open up, but the Doctor will always be patient, waiting for her to be comfortable with telling him what's wrong, stepping away if she asks and hugging her if that’s what she wants.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

A life like the Doctor’s is an odd one. They wouldn’t really call it settling down but the life they have in the Tardis is all they need, and the adventures will never end. Cooking and cleaning on the other hand? It takes the Doctor a while to get used to it, but when he buckles down, he’s got the domestic life down pretty well.

E - Ending (If it had to end, how would they take it?)

They’re the last two Timelords, so ending it would be the last thing he would want to do but even the thought of it kills him. He couldn’t be the last one again, having gone too long thinking he was.

F - Fiancee (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The Doctor is 100% committed to Vera, and no one else. They are forced to get married, shortly before they reveal how they feel but before that he wouldn’t have thought about getting remarried after his life on Gallifrey. Afterward though, he couldn’t imagine loving anyone else, feeling slightly annoyed about how he couldn’t decipher his love for her before.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they?)

Though he can get dark and broody at certain times, he is gentle most of the time, especially around Vera. His touches could not be softer, and he is always scared of going too far and hurting her, though she always told him he was too gentle to ever hurt her.

H - Hugs (Do they like to hug and cuddle you? How often?)

He is the king of hugs. Whether it's a head tucked in her shoulder when he’s feeling down or an arm around her waist when she’s talking to another guy, he always has to hug her in some way. Hugs in the mornings, hugs at night, hugs after a horrible day, when people are lost and everything got a little too close to death. Whatever the situation, each hug was like heaven.

I - I Love You (Who said it first? What was the situation?)

Vera outed herself in anger, telling him that she loved her, but once they were together he never stopped saying it. When they were in a pickle and she thought of a way to get out, he’d be shouting ‘I love you! You’re brilliant!’ and she believed every word.

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily?)

The Doctor gets jealous way too easily. After Vera and Jack meet, he can’t keep away from her, scolding Jack for just saying hello, as usual. When they go to a new planet and Vera gets asked out by a market stall owner, he can’t help but wrap an arm around her waist and decline for her. Vera always laughs at him and leaves a chaste kiss on his jaw, watching as he grumbles, pulling them both away.

K - Kisses (Are they a good kisser? What are their kisses like?)

His kisses are like heaven, having a lot of practice being over 900 years old. The Doctor is very full body, kisses often accompanied by a bear hug, or sometimes his hands are glued to her cheeks. Sometimes it's quick, sudden and over too soon if she's been brilliant again and he just has to show her how much he loves her but with so little time.

L - Little Ones (What are they like around children? Do they want some of their own?)

Losing his own children had made a hole in his heart unlike anything else, but when he saw little kids running around a random planet they'd visited his heart warmed at the sight. He would love to have some again, which was possible with Vera as a Timelord, but just not with the life they led. Maybe at some point, but so long as they continued their adventures, it probably wasn't going to happen.

M - Mornings (What are mornings like with them?)

He is always awake first, Vera waking up later and walking into the Tardis kitchen to see him cooking up some food. Sometimes he would wait for her to wake up, huddling into her as he watched him rest. Whatever the situation, they would always give themselves time to wake up before dragging themselves off to a new adventure for the day.

N - Nights (What are nights like with them?)

He's never been one for sleeping, but does manage to sleep around Vera. Since time isn't a thing inside the Tardis, they tend to sleep whenever either of them is tired, which isn't often, though the time before that which could be counted as night is spend cuddled up in bed, pillow talking about new places to see and old memories.

O - Open (Are they open with you? Did it take long for them to become open with you?)

Vera knew most of what had happened, but had wondered for centuries when they weren't together what happened to him. Once they found each other again, it didn't take him long to tell her, trusting her completely being the only Time Lord left and his childhood best friend. He told her everything, and still does. She is the only person in the known universe that knows his deepest troubles.

P - PDA (Do they like to show you off in public? Are they into public displays of affection?)

The most affectionate, especially in public. Whether it's holding hands or giving her a little kiss on the cheek, the Doctor is completely and utterly in love with Vera, and loves to show it. She wasn't really used to it, after being alone for so long, but her own love for the Doctor meant that she was open to anything, especially if it was constant cuddles and kissing.

Q - Quizzes (Do they remember the little details about you?)

The smallest things. Her favourite poem, memorised. Her favourite planet, the coordinates always written down on a post-it on the console. The place of their first date always on his mind and if someone asked him what her favourite flower was he could answer in a millisecond.

R - Remember (What’s their favourite moment of the relationship?)

He once took her to a small planet, geography similar to Gallifrey which he was hesitant on, but the look on Vera's face when she stepped out the Tardis made all those nerves go away. They had sat on the red grass and just relaxed. No fighting, no end of the world, just those two. Which would normally bore him to death, but it was nice to relax, to feel at home.

S - Security (Do they feel safe around you? Do you feel safe around them?)

The fact that he is able to sleep around her says enough. He always knew he was safe wherever he was, but with Vera present he always feels safer, somehow. He knows that sometimes there is danger, but he’s clever enough to know that they will both be safe eventually.

T - Trust (Do they trust you? How long did it take for them to trust you completely?)

He trusts her so much, with every little detail. She knows his name, of course, which says enough, but somehow he doesn't have a single worry about telling her anything, and it's the same with her. She trusts him with the world.

U - Understanding (How well can they read their partner?)

This Doctor can read her like a book, any second of the day. It helps that he’s always gazing over her details, with being in love with her, but it means he can alway notice the little changes. He knows when she’s angry with just a slightly taut jaw, or if her hands are fisted when she’s jealous.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It’s always joked about how this regeneration has vanity issues, but with Vera not being able to stop calling him gorgeous, eventually they fade away. He does always try a little harder around her but she always notices and tells him he doesn’t need to, that he is perfect any second of his life.

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon.)

The Doctor always blasts music in the Tardis console room and makes Vera dance with him, when he’s in a good mood. She can’t help but enjoy it and join in, loving to see how happy he can be, especially when she knows how else he can get. His dance moves aren’t the best, but it just makes her love him more.

X - Xylophone (What’s their song?)

There are a lot of songs I know that scream this Doctor, but the one that I see in him mostly is Junk Of The Heart by The Kooks, when he’s happy. When he’s sad is a completely different question.

Y - Yearning (How do they cope when they are missing their partner?)

Vera doesn’t often leave, so he doesn’t have to feel this much, but occasionally when she does, she takes a little bit of the Doctor with her. He tends not to go out as much, wanting to save all the adventures for her to be there as well. Sometimes he’ll take Donna out just the two of them, but will always fill Vera in on everything when she gets back.

Z - Zeal (Would they go to great lengths for their partner?)

The Doctor would kill worlds for Vera. Or at least threaten it. He wouldn’t get very far before Vera would convince him not to commit genocide over her. He would definitely make a whole species scared of him though, even if the littlest thing happened to her. He lost her once, he wasn’t going to lose her again.

[sherlokiness]

It makes Jon super dark if he makes a marriage arrangement for Arya. I really hope he doesn't do that.

Hi, anon. Thanks for the ask.

I think Jon is gonna fuck Dany for her dragons while being in love with his sister, anon. That already makes him a vile bastard, objectively speaking. Subjectively he can be excused since he would be doing it to calm a volatile tyrant like Dany while his feelings for Sansa isn't gonna really harm her.

She had made Hizdahr her king, taken him into her bed, opened the fighting pits for him, he had no reason to want her dead. Yet who else could it have been? Reznak, her perfumed seneschal? The Yunkai'i? The Sons of the Harpy?

Since we're 100% gonna have Dark Dany. I don't think we're gonna have an idiot Jon who was acting like AGoT 11 year old Sansa in the show. Dark Jon is in the cards too.

Off in the distance, a wolf howled. The sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.

Dany wondering who betrayed her??? (with 3 possible people) only to be answered by a wolf's howl.☠️☠️ Great foreshadowing Aegonys, the wolf howled followed by a restless sleep for Dany. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Mormont gave a whistle, and the bird flew to him again and settled on his arm. "A lord's one thing, a king's another."

You would weep as well if you had a son and lost him, Sam almost said. He could not blame Gilly for her grief. Instead, he blamed Jon Snow and wondered when Jon's heart had turned to stone. Once he asked Maester Aemon that very question, when Gilly was down at the canal fetching water for them. "When you raised him up to be the lord commander," the old man answered.

Anon, just imagine someone like Jon who was murdered by his brothers only to be resurrected. He was cold as fuck to Gilly when he was only a Lord Commander, what happens if the North makes him their King? I've always tried to find a possible reason for Gendrya having sex in the show. I agree that they're gonna be canon in the books but I never imagined they would really have sex and an arranged marriage might be the reason for it. Arya is too young imo but being with Gendry can also be Arya's little rebellion. A willful little Lyanna escaping a marriage to be with a Baratheon. Oh how the turn tables. Unlike Lyanna tho, Arya is going to be willful to the end and leave him for her own adventure.

Once Cregan gets a child by me they won't need me anymore. He's buried two wives already." She rubbed away a tear angrily, the way Arya might have done it. "Will you help me?"

"Marriages and inheritance are matters for the king, my lady. I will write to Stannis on your behalf, but—"

"Shortly." Sigorn might take it as a slight if he did not appear. And this marriage is mine own work, after all. "I have other matters to attend to first, however."

Marriages are matters for the King and he's the one who made Alys' marriage which essentially makes him the King.

"You're not scared?"

The girl smiled in a way that reminded Jon so much of his little sister that it almost broke his heart. "Let him be scared of me."

I don't think we should discount Jon making a suitable marriage for Arya. It's not like he's gonna marry her off to a Ramsay Bolton. Damn though. Arya having sex with her fake brother Gendry. And if we get Jonsa on top of that... These Stark sisters sure are something.

[nicolesainz]

New Romantics (Part VIII)

Carlos Sainz x OC x Mason Mount

Chapter 9

(and yes, those pics can rise me up from my deathbed)

Warnings: none! mostly fluff (since this is the first part of the finale, things will be smoother)

Also you can tell how much I love Slilverstone 2022 by the way I’ve memorized the commentary.

Note : there’s a hidden song in this part. When you see it, click play. It’s how I imagined this situation in my head and the song fit perfectly!

taglist memebers : @alwaysclassyeagle

Ah! We are finally here. It’s the Silverstone race weekend. The home of Formula One. Home race to the two Mercedes driver, Lewis Hamilton & George Russell, to Williams’s Alex Albon and of course, to my beloved brother.

Also it’s the only Grand Prix where I don’t have to fly to another country and carry a suitcase. Another reason why I love it so much. I know this track by heart and I could even walk it blindfolded.

This time, me and Mason had company during this weekend. Well, for two days, but still. Reece was with us, since Chelsea didn’t have any scheduled matches this weekend. It was nice to get along with his teammates.

Instead of posting stories around an F1 paddock or racing cars, I post about the men in London Blue and tag Mason under every single one of them. After the games, he reposts them, but every single time I look at my views, the same username comes up first

carlossainz55

I thought he had unfollowed me a long time ago. Years ago. But as it seems he hadn’t. He’s only hurting himself. Not me. I’m with the man I love and has treasured me. Mason has been nothing but a sweetheart and a gentleman.

When I told him I love him, I meant every word. I was scared of his reaction but thankfully when he replied with the exact same words a sigh of relief left my lungs.

Mason made me feel comfortable, happy, and overall excited to be with him. I never bore to tell Carlos my true feelings so by shoving them down my throat, they faded away.

It was the first time in two years, that I felt safe to be at a paddock again, without having to worry about seeing him. Whether Mason protected me or not, he was my boyfriend and I my heart beat for him.

“How are you feeling babe?” Mason’s arm caressed my bare shoulder as it was hanging loose from.

“Pretty well. I’m actually quite enjoying this” I reply, actually being in a really good mood.

I flash my boyfriend a smile and he pecks my lips with a soft kiss.

“Really? Cause back in the day you’d whine about how boring this was!” My brother showed up out of nowhere, trying to put on his balaclava.

“I didn’t have anyone to talk with! It was only you and Carlos, who 100% of the time were racing!”

“Oh yeah, now you have your all charming boyfriend. I forgot, sorry” Lando rolled his eyes playfully and earned a smack in the arm from me

“Please tell me you’re not bringing him again! You pay more attention to Mason than your own brother”

“You know I’m listening, right?” Mason raised his eyebrow at my brother

“Oh fuck off, you know I’m joking. I love having you both here. I just miss my baby sister” Lando messes up my hair a little bit by ruffling them.

“Don’t worry mate, you’re lucky some of the games are outside of London, so I won’t be attending more of the GP’s. Even if I wanted to, Potter would kill me if I missed any practice or even game!”

It was true. Mason had to prepare for the upcoming Premier League games, help Chelsea get maximum points before leaving for the World Cup. I was going to bounce back between races and games, but it would be extremely tiring and difficult.

“Just take care of her! That’s all I’m asking. I trust you Mount” Lando pat Mason’s back in a friendly way, before putting on his helmet and jumping in the car

Lando knew about the whole issue with Carlos. He didn’t appreciate it when he found out and was more than mad at him. He even blocked his number, which I begged him not to, because he’s best friends with him and I didn’t want to ruin a friendship like theirs. Now, he seems more relaxed when Mason is around me.

It was pouring chairs and qualifying was about to start. London is used to such gloomy and rainy weather but the conditions were quite dangerous. I still remember what happened in Belgium last year and I hated myself for not being close to my brother when that occurred. I instantly flew to Belgium only for his sake.

Seeing the drivers spin around and trying to balance the car has my heart jumping up and down. In Q1 the conditions were safer but during Q2 things got messier and the cars couldn’t make decent lap times. Sadly Daniel didn’t manage to reach Q3, but I was happy my brother would have a good starting position for race day.

“Lando please be careful out there!” I asked Zak if I could tell my brother through the team radio.

“No sweat sis! We’ve got this” he replied in a raspy voice.

“Your brother knows how to handle things in wet conditions. He’s on his A-game” Will, his race engineer said, while Zak agreed with his sayings.

Only 30 seconds remained until the checkered flag came out to put an end to qualifying. Max was currently in P1, starting a new flyer lap, Charles was P2, already having a good first sector and Carlos was P3 also on a flying lap.

“Oh no! Charles Leclerc spun momentarily and as you say quickly cleared away. That is going to cost Charles Leclerc a chance to improve though! So, Carlos Sainz, in that middle sector, has he done enough now?”

Crofty’s voice echoes in my ears, as I see everything happening in front of me

“to get that provisional pole, and hang on to it. We’ve seen it get snatched from his grasp at the last moment so far this season, but there you go, Carlos Sainz, big round of applause from him, he goes over the line and is on provisional pole”

Carlos hadn’t managed to get a pole position ever in his career so far and since he joined Ferrari, his driving skills have improved and wants to show the world his worth and carry the legacy his name has!

“Verstappen’s middle sector not particularly good and he looks a little bit out of shape in the final sector too” Martin Brundle exclaims with an apparent shock in his voice

“So, can Verstappen get that provisional pole back again? No he can’t! Doesn’t improve his time” Crofty screams and I can feel a wave of happiness rushing over me.

Even thought my relationship is broken with Carlos, I want the best for him. We’ve been through so many things together.

“Carlos Sainz, his former teammate to Toro Rosso has that provisional pole!” Oh my oh my!

“Carlos Sainz for the first time in his Formula One career, pole position here”

I lowered my head and felt a grin being shaped on my lips. I was glad. I was proud. He’s been fighting for this and now it’s his time to shine.

“This must have been extremely difficult for all the guys!” Mason says shocked by what he had just witnessed

“You can’t even imagine what they go through when being in the car. Fascinating and very scary too” I put my hand in front of my mouth, trying to process those very exciting news.

I didn’t want Mason to see my smile. I knew it would hurt him. After everything he went through with me, seeing me being happy about another guy, wouldn’t be very pleasant.

“As much of a dick I think he is, I have to admit his driving skills are great. This was impressive. Managing a lap time in conditions like these” Mason said softly, taking off his headset

“Yeah, it is” i nodded my head and removed them too. My brother came back to the garage and we both congratulated him for securing a sixth place

“Uh, I’m sorry for being a buzzkill but, Quinn, Carlos wants to see you. He says he only wants 10 minutes and then won’t bother you again” Lando says.

I can feel Mason’s grip getting tighter around my arm and grabbing me a few inches closer to his body. He was scared. He didn’t want to let me go.

Truth is, I didn’t feel like this would be a very good idea either.

“Uh, I don’t think that-“ I try to say before my brother interrupts me

“Let him explain and apologize and he will be gone for good. I know you won’t attend any other races. You hate being here. This world is not for you. You were always the shy one amongst the two of us. I know you’ll follow Mason afterwards, so give him a chance. Do it for me”

It broke my heart seeing my brother so disappointed. It was true, I wouldn’t be attending more races. Formula One is like the talk of the town. Too much drama, gossiping and heartbreak. It’s the side of it, no one wants to enter but sadly some of us do.

I felt Mason’s lips on my cheek, kissing me and turning me around to look at him.

“Go. I trust you. You know what to do if you need anything. I’ll be there in no time” he said, giving me a promising smile.

I took my umbrella and walked towards Ferrari’s garage. I found Charles on my way there.

“Looking for the poleman?” He asked me cheekily and I nodded my head while laughing

“He’s there with Oñoro. Go, he’s waiting for you” the Monegasque patted my back and saying his goodbye to me.

I made a few steps towards the two cousins, only to have Sainz turn around before I even manage to utter a word.

“Hey Quinn! Where have you been? Long time no see!” Oñoro exclaimed and wrapped his arms around me for a hug. He was a very sweet man and at their time at McLaren, we got really close, always hanging out on the garage with Rupert

“I missed you Carlos number 2! Congratulations on the anniversary too! Very happy for you” I replied and hugged him back!

“I certainly didn’t miss being called Carlos number 2 though” he pretended to be offended but laughed it off

“But thank you for the wishes. I’ll leave you two alone now”

Carlos and I walked towards his motorhome and got in safely. I closed my umbrella and he threw on a jacket, so not to get cold.

“Before we start, I want to say, congratulations Carlos. Even though things are rocky between us, I will always support you no matter the case. Your first pole in Formula One! That must be exciting”

“It is! I can’t even tell you how much. And thank you. It means the world to me that I still have you, even as a supporter through distance” the word distance had such a bitter feeling to it, I felt very bad with myself.

“Carlos, I’m sorry things ended this way. You know what I truly think of you. You know that I’d do anything for you. Even now”

“Don’t say things that you won’t fulfill Quinn. But I appreciate it”

“What do you mean?”

“You say, you’d do anything for me. But if I asked you to leave Mason and be with me, you wouldn’t do it”

Maybe in another lifetime I would. I would have given up everything to be with Carlos. I loved him. I loved him until the very last drop. Until he drained me.

“You know I can’t do it”

“And I know the reason why. This is why I want to apologize. It’s horrible to know that you kept the girl you love away from her family and you’re the reason she’s scared of being near you. I felt awful when you told me and I couldn’t sleep. I still can’t, knowing I’m the reason you hate this world”

“I don’t hate it Carlos”

“I can see it in your eyes. You do hate it. You’re not fit for this crazy world me and your brother live in. And honestly, it’s the best for you. And I would never want to keep you here nor I wanted to hurt you the way I did.”

“You did hurt me. You did break me. It took me almost two years to get over you. I loved you deeply. I still do, but not the way I used to. I love you as a friend and as a person I care about. But my heart belong to Mason now”

“Is he at least making you happy?”

“Very!”

“Then that’s all I care about. Even if I would have loved to be the one who makes you happy, I wish the best for the two of you. I simply desire to only see you smile. And never cry again”

“I’m sorry we can’t be together Carlos. I hope the one comes around sooner than later. You deserve someone special in your life. You’re a wonderful guy”

I open my arms and welcome him for a warm hug.

I could hear his heart racing. He found the peace he wanted. And I’m thankful I gave it to him.

“I hope to see you more often on the paddock. We all miss you”

“We will see Carlos. For now, focus on the race, I’ll be around”

[gutsposting]

Dear [redacted],

I’m sorry for not writing to you sooner. I haven’t had the time or the supplies until now. I’ve gotten all of your letters and I hope this one can get to you in only a few days. You asked me how I liked Britain. I’m assuming you meant, how did I enjoy my time here before I had to come to the island? Well, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I had hoped. The village they put me in was quiet, small and rather nice. It rained at every waking moment. I feel exceptionally gloomy here, without you and the kids it feels like years have passed already.

I have to put a lot of faith in our suits, and in Dr. Halligan. He was my boss’s boss, back when I worked for the University. I’m not sure if you met him before or not. I suppose that he has to trust me a lot too, because if I make any mistakes I’ll get him killed. I could easily understand how anxious he might be working with a guy as young as I am. I think that he respects me a lot for volunteering though. And now that we’ve worked together this long and this closely - having to rely on each other this much, I think he’s built up some kind of mutual respect towards me.

He and I live in a facility, quarantined from one another at all times, that basically feels like a lab that you have to live in. I’m trying to make it as homey as I can but it’s not much use. They didn’t let me bring any personal items with me onto the island and I obviously can’t have anything brought to me from the outside here. They actually did install a little library with a good number of books, and there is also a laptop here but it has pretty heavily restricted access to the internet. Honestly, I’m scared to look up any news about the whole situation because I know they’ll get rid of me the second they think I’ll go to the media or the Russians or whatever.

Honestly it’s more work than I’ve ever had to do before. We work 8 hour shifts, from 9am to 5pm, and we can only be outside of the facility for 30 minutes at a time. Bob runs off and does his own thing for his bit of time, but I have to go and document the decomposition of all 57 bodies every single day. Just getting good pictures of all 57 is difficult as hell, and they’ve really been on top of me when it comes to hitting my deadlines on the reports. I can tell you that if I get contaminated I’m going to hang myself. I won’t go through what these people have, and I definitely won’t bring one microbe of this back to you.

The suits are able to protect us, 100% of the time with 100% effectiveness, but if we stay outside for too long the gas gets the suits so contaminated that they can’t be used again and the process of sanitizing them becomes “unrealistically expensive”, as I was told. All of my notes are kept in a house in the middle of the tiny village, and I use a phone they gave me to send my pictures on to the computer. 30 minutes to check the bodies, 30 minutes to get back home and get clean, and to make sure your suit is in perfect shape, and back out for 30 more minutes. Then when I get back it usually takes me six hours to get all of the reports done.

There is going to be a cleanup someday, but no one is ever gonna be able to live here again. Nor will they want to, once everyone understands this gas and how stupid the human race was for making it. They told me it would be livable here again in a year’s time but I don’t believe it at all to tell you the truth. This gas seems to be more “sticky” than any I’ve ever heard of. It gat grow spores in your clothes and can spread them everywhere, and you can he infected for weeks before you show any symptoms.

It’s been very bright for the past few weeks, but unbelievably cold. I absolutely despise being outside, now. Gray rocks, nasty slushy rain, always overcast… being surrounded by the sea is nice though. I spend some time every morning just watching the waves crash against the rocks, and I imagine myself as an old lighthouse keeper. I do my best to keep my mind on better, less complicated times. I envision myself, bearded and old, living off of rationed supplies and spending all my free time just trying to keep sane. It’s just another daydream I use to keep my mind busy.

The cat they sent me is Russian, they said. Gray, with long fur. I named her Dasha. I admit, I talk to her when I’m quarantined in my room for the 16 hours a day I’m not working. You know how I am. So after all, you probably expect to hear that I’m still not sleeping. Every night I maybe fall asleep for about an hour, but it’s hard for me to say. I’ve done a lot of reading, like you recommended. The tablet you sent me has been put to extreme use. I have to get every book pre-approved , though. Somehow [redacted] made it on to the banned books list.

The part of this letter I’m dreading to write about the most is also probably what you want to hear about the most. The job isn’t fun at all, I tell you. It’s obvious that everyone died painfully. The bodies are skeletons now but I have had to document their decomposition with painstaking detail over all of this time. Re-visiting the same faces and watching them rot away. And the island is nothing but gray rocks and dead grass, and it rains every fucking day all day. It’s been difficult.

I’ve been trying to keep up my habits as normally as I did before I left home. I’ve got complete internet access, and I’m too scared to know what they’ll do if I look anything up about this place and what’s going on out there. I have been playing a lot of video games of course. I made progress with the city we built last winter, I hope you don’t mind. You can see what I’ve done if you log in to my account on the computer at home, the password should be saved. I know it’s hard, going from seeing one another every day and having phones to feeling like a couple from the 1950’s writing handwritten letters to each other, but there’s something nice about it too.

I’ve been promised compensation when I come back. I worry that I’ll come home sick from all this. Some unknown illness will take me 20 years from now or something. But as long as I don’t get anyone else infected, I don’t really care. The settlement I was promised in the case of my death is insane. You and the boys would be alright forever.

I do feel as though it’s my duty to be here. As far as I know, few people are as qualified as I am to do this. Bob is running an inspection on the site’s computer systems. One time he did tell me that the problem was inexplicable because “there were not supposed to be any computers there that were connected to the internet”, and he hasn’t found any evidence that there were. So whereas he’s stuck and getting more frustrated by the day, I just feel a gloomy sense of duty to keep on keeping on. What choice do I have? Without this level of documentation, we can’t properly convince the rest of the world to cut this shit out.

Worst of all though is the dread in my heart that tells me it won’t be enough. The pictures I’ve taken are too graphic for the public to see, and I’m positive that my testimony is going to be doubted and challenged. Half the country has already made up their minds about it, and I’m not stupid enough to think I can change the minds of stupid people.

Don’t believe anything you read or see until I get home and I can explain everything. Some of the stuff you’ll hear is definitely going to be true, but there’s a lot of speculation out there. I do believe it was the Russians but [many sentences redacted].

Lastly, I’ll tell you about the most sinister theory of all. I think that the government gave me this cat specifically so I would grow attached to it. So now that I have to rely on it for my own sanity, any minuscule mistake that I make in keeping myself decontaminated would result in her death a lot quicker than mine. That’s one piece of information I’m positive I’m allowed to tell you; the gas kills animals a lot quicker than it kills humans. They brought her here to be a canary in the coal mine. If she dies in screaming agony I have no way to help her, and then I have to sit here and wait until the microbes I forgot to kill with the sanitation process reach my brain and cause me to spasm until I die. I watch it happen every night in my dreams.

I’m sorry to worry you, I just need someone to understand what it’s like here, what I’m going through.

I love you [redacted], six more months and I’ll be back home.

P.S. Any updates about our crazy neighbor?

[owlinthelarksnest]

Maybe this is TMI, but I’m honestly to scared to bring this up to a friend or my therapist, and for some reason I feel better committing this knowledge to the void that is the Internet more than brining this up to other people.

Idk, talking about sexual trauma is just hard, especially when there’s a nagging part of you that says you deserved it or it was your fault that you were in that situation.

Idk, when I told my mom that I was assaulted by a drunk guy I was acquaintances with in college, she said it was my fault for letting him into my dorm, and I think about that a lot. It was the first real time I had opened up about an experience like that to anyone, and I think it may have colored the way I see all of my past experiences. Because of this, I couldn’t even tell her in person or over the phone that I was raped two years later. It took me two weeks to come to term with the fact I was raped at all, and I wasn’t anywhere near home at the time, so I told her over text because it was bothering me in the middle of a class. Because of this, she still doesn’t believe that’s something that happened to me, but that’s a whole other can of worms.

The reason I got to thinking about this is that there’s this girl I like, and I think she likes me back, and part of me *wants* to be intimate with her even if it’s not sex, but I don’t know if I could even if I wanted to. It’s hard for me to imagine getting any enjoyment out of any sexual situation because nearly every sexual experience I’ve had has been a negative one.

So like, I’ve been trying to figure out why I am the way I am, and it hasn’t been pretty. Every time I turn over another stone, I find something ugly underneath. I ask myself why I can’t watch normal porn, and I remember that every time I was exposed to it was not of my own volition. I ask why I find shared bathing erotic, and I remember that I was regularly molested in the bath/shower by my dad’s girlfriend’s daughter who was effectively a babysitter. I can’t be in control of my own sexuality because it’s always felt like someone used against me or pushed on me in a moment of vulnerability. The only sexual situations I’ve had that have been 100% comfortable to me are ones where I’m all alone with no one to stare at me like a piece of meat, and even then I can’t even reach orgasm on my own because it’s like it’s too emotionally painful to work myself up to that point, or I feel dirty for indulging that part of myself. This doesn’t even begin to cover the fact that I wasn’t comfortable with the fact that I’m attracted to women until college when I was finally away from my mom, who treated me like a completely different person until I forced myself into a relationship with a guy for a month or two.

Beyond that, not only was I raped by a close friend who said he could “fix me”, but I fucking forgave him when he said he wanted to see me again. We got drunk at a strip club, he took me back to his place, had me give him a lap dance and molested me while trying to get me to come by talking about the girls at the bar. I’ve never told anyone about this or the thing about the babysitter because I’m too ashamed.

So many people have come into my life just because they want to fuck, and I don’t know why. I’ve always seen myself as disgusting, and among other reasons, maybe this has something to do with it. I feel ruined, unclean, like I can’t love anyone. I can never be a bride or a groom because I don’t feel like a human being worthy of that kind of happiness— I’m tainted. I’m unclean. I hate everything about myself and my body, so how could I ever love someone else? I’m just scared and don’t know what to do with myself.

[weirdocat83]

Tbh I thought there’d be more “watching/reading the series” fics. Like, MDZS is an entire series centered around miscommunication and they know that and took advantage of that to write time travel fix-it fics and watching/reading the series fics! And it’s literally the novel that came right before TGCF! And TGCF has so much that is left unsaid. Xie lian’s feelings during the war versus Mu Qing and Feng Xin’s and even possibly Hua Cheng’s! Xie Lian’s encounters with white no face and his time as the “white clothed calamity” with Wu Ming! Half of the shit that happens in the black water arc! Anything that happened during those 800+ years from any of the Xianle quartet’s perspectives! So much could have light shed on it! But there are like no fics that go into their trauma! It’s stupid! When I first entered the fandom I was genuinely wondering “where is the angst????” Because there’s mostly just a sea of fluff. And I get that the angst in this series is… traumatizing for lack of a better word, but it would be so easy to just… build on that? They have so much trauma. Just give them a situation that brings it up around people who didn’t know or traumatize them more?

Group time travel would also be AMAZING. Like, imagine that Jun Wu is too powerful so they collectively use time travel. Xianle quartet seeing people they haven’t in 800+ years and having mental breakdowns about it. But also a closer relationship than everyone remembers them having. Xie Lian not remembering how to be a crown prince anymore. Them missing everyone else (He Xuan, Shi Qingxuan, yin yu, lang qianqiu,etc.) facing the fact of “if we don’t fix this, everything will go to shit again and idk about you, but I cannot go through that again.” Alongside explaining what has happened to them because they need to change things and to change things you need to know what already happened. Also 100% making fun of Hua Cheng because he’s tiny and can’t do anything to actually threaten/hurt them. Mind you he’s probably plotting revenge for later.

Also! They live in a world of evil spirits and monsters. ADD MORE MONSTERS. ADD MORE FIGHT SCENES. We have like, what? 6 different martial gods? Show them doing their damn jobs. Show them going up against a strong or tricky wrath! Show them continuing to hone their skills against each other ever since Jun Wu! Or even show them dealing with the aftermath of everything and creating failsafes in the infrastructure of heaven’s government so another “White No Face” doesn’t happen!

Also OP was right about one of them getting pregnant. It’s implied it could happen and hualian pretty much live for each other so it wouldn’t be too out of character for them to have kids. Give them kids! I read a fic centered around Xie lian turning into a kid and it touched on the possibility of them having kids in the future. And hua cheng was a little scared he wouldn’t love any kids as much because he’s a ghost who has devoted his entire being to Xie Lian. And if that’s not a good prompt for some hurt/comfort paired with the stress of being a first time parent, idk what is. Also you’re gonna tell me they wouldn’t be amazing parents?? Yes, they’d struggle, neither have living parents and neither had an ideal childhood but 100% they’d both be amazing (and probably overprotective) parents.

OP is right again about Hua cheng doing different art forms. Give him doing projects with architecture in ghost city, providing more homes for the ghosts who live there or even renovations! Have him make pottery with his gege so Hua cheng can show him how to make pots/pans/cups/teapots for when they eat dinner together! You could have Hua cheng showing Xie Lian how to make his own clothes, embroidery and all so he could customize what he wears or Hua Cheng nervously showing Xie Lian a pair of robes he made for him. You could absolutely show Hua Cheng complaining to his gege about how he’s trying a new art form and how difficult it is to learn. 5+1 could also be implemented here (5 times Hua cheng made something for Xie Lian and 1 time Xie Lian made something for Hua Cheng).

Speaking of 5+1, dear lord could you do a lot with that. As previously mentioned, artistic endeavors but also cooking lessons (5 times xie lian made something inedible and 1 time he made something good) general exhaustion (5 times xie lian overworked himself to the point his husband had to drag him out of the heavenly realm and 1 time hua cheng overworked himself to the point Xie Lian had to come get him) or really anything else. They are PAINFULLY domestic and this could carry over to the others too. Like FengQing (5 times FengQing picked a fight with one another and 1 time they didn’t) or Beefleaf (5 times Shi Qingxuan brought Ming yi food and 1 time He Xuan brought Shi Qingxuan food).

You could also easily just have anyone doing things in Ghost city. Hualian mostly but the other gods too. Hua Cheng has said that other gods come there, they just don’t like saying what they do there. So 100% the cast could be there for some reason or another and they just don’t say anything. Or even two people are there and they accidentally meet each other there.

Please, if this gave you ideas, write them. He’ll, if you do, link them. I’d read those.

Just some musings on Heaven Official's Blessing fandom, specifically slash fanfiction.

First off, let's address the elephant in the room: Russian-speaking fandom? Huge. English-speaking fandom? It's there, but it's more like a flickering candle compared to a blazing inferno.

Fluff overload! With so much sweetness, it's like drowning in a sea of cotton candy.

Where are the 5 + 1 fics? I've thought it's was a given in every fandom.

No Harry Potter crossover? Is everyone just afraid of mixing magic systems, or are we all too busy imagining Hua Cheng and Xie Lian as Quidditch rivals?

AU galore! It's like everyone decided to take a detour from the Ghost City.

Mpreg? Surprisingly sparse. Did everyone forget about the potential for celestial offspring, or are we just too focused on Hua Cheng's artistic endeavors?

Speaking of Hua Cheng, why is he always a painter? Is there some unwritten rule that says San Lang can't explore other creative outlets? Someone, please give him a pottery wheel or something!

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Jasper Hale HC

(No real warnings, just a small bit of want I think it would be like dating Jasper/Major)

~Jasper is not the jealous type.  Not even a little bit.

        •He is secure in himself and in your relationship

        •He can feel exactly how you feel about him which means idiots like Mike Newton don't get under his skin when they flirt, and they always do

        •It actually makes Jasper feel good to know that his girlfriend is so desirable, he knows his girl is beautiful, he's not blind

        •Hands however.  Hands is a different story.

        •The moment it stops being innocent flirting and someone thinks they have the ability...The Right...to put their hands on you, that's when it stops being funny or sweet or anything but enraging to the ex Major of the southern armies

        •One of the football players got his wrist snapped the first time he touched you and no one ever put their hands on you again

        •Carlisle was called into the principles office to meet with the boys parents, his parents left scolding their son on the way out and Jasper went home with his girl.

~Rosalie and Jasper have become like twins over the years of playing them and she's very protective of him.

        •She hates you at first

        •Absolutely despises you

       •Jasper actually has to put his foot down with her eventually as she scares you a bit too much and he will not have anyone frightening his mate

        •It takes about 6 months but she does come around when she overhears you sticking up for her brother to your group of friends who seemed to think that because they were your friends they could talk about your boyfriend however they wanted.  They pointed out how angry he looked, or pained, or how he never spoke to anyone asking things that were none of their business until one of them pointed out his scars having seen some on his hands in a class she sat beside him in and the moment Rosalie heard you Go Off on your friend was the moment she decided she actually approved.

~Speaking of his scars, he can't believe you don't care about them

        •It is one of the few things Jasper can't stand about himself and the first time you actually saw them the feeling that washed over you from him accidentally projecting was sickening.

        •He was shocked when you started yelling at him...yelling at him...

        •You made it very clear how you felt about them and about his time with Maria, none of it being his fault.  He did what he was taught and had no concept of another way of life for a vampire, he fed like he was taught and fought like he was taught and in your opinion it was 100% Maria's fault.

        •You nearly made him cry when you took the time to kiss along every single scar you could see with your weak human eyes, moving from his arms to his neck and jaw before kissing him.

        •That was your first kiss and it was perfect for the both of you, neither of you being able to imagine a more tender or loving moment and he never again spoke about his hatred of the scars on his body, at least nowhere you could hear him

~The Major was something that Jasper had briefly spoken to you about, not wanting to scare you with the idea of an alternate personality, promising you he had complete control of it, until of course he didn't.

•The first time you met the Major was in your bedroom when you were both alone in your house, which scared you at first but now you realize was a good thing, not needing everyone in his house to run in and try to restrain him from you.

•The Major was someone that previously only Rosalie could really deal with as she was the only person he didn't dislike, both Carlisle and Edward being too uptight, Alice and Emmett being too excitable and in your face and Bella being too...tasty. The only other person who never had to worry around him was Esme, who he found sweet and almost innocent in how kind she was to him the first time everyone met him when he tried to tear Emmett's head off.

•You had just come back from visiting the Rez with Bella and Jasper was unaware that it was happening until Bella came to their house that night to see Edward and casually mentioned it. He was at your house in less than a minute. By the time he got there he was aware that The Major was just as upset as he was but he needed to see that you were okay.

•'It's okay Jazz, it's not a big deal, I hung out with Paul all the time when we were kids and I visited Forks to see my dad, he was my best friend. Yeah he's a bit more...wolfy now, but it's alright and he got plenty far away from me when he got mad.'

'He shifted in front of you?! You saw him?!'

'Yeah but it's fine, he was just pissed when he found out I was dating a vampire but if he wants our friendship to continue he's gonna have to deal with it...Jazz? Are you okay? You're grabbing at your head like you're in pain, I didn't think vampires could get headaches...Ja-'

'Jasper ain't here right now.' It took him a second but he straightened up, his back almost rigid and his accent thicker than you had ever heard it before. 'Don't be afraid, I can feel how scared ya are Sugar, ya don't need to be. You're my mate as much as ya are Jasper's and I would never hurt my mate.'

•You didn't feel threatened by him at all knowing he was right, Jasper would never hurt his mate and that means The Major wouldn't either. You argued about him not wanting you on the Rez anymore but you stood your ground, determined to keep your childhood friend as long as you could, knowing he wouldn't be able to see you again once Jasper changed you. He clearly wasn't used to you like Jasper was, arguing much longer than he would have and eventually getting kicked out when he tried to put his foot down on the subject, only getting a chuckle from you at the idea of that.

•You waited into the night for Jasper to come back and around 10 o'clock your window opened again, your blond Texan emerging from the cold but as soon as you saw his body language you knew it still wasn't him.

•'I thought I told you to get out. I don't want a man that thinks he can control me in my room and I-'

'I'm sorry.'

'-don't-huh?'

He took a deep unneeded breath before continuing. 'I need to apologize Sugar, first time ya met me and I pitched a hissy fit. I'm sorry...I won't try and stop ya from seeing your friend anymore but...please be careful, I want phone calls when you go and when you're coming back, pick ya up at the border myself if ya need, don't hide it no more and I swear to god if one of 'em hurts ya there ain't a treaty in the world that'll stop me, I'll kill 'em all, I-' you shut him up with a forceful kiss and his hands grabbed your waist instantly, enjoying his first time getting to kiss you when you pulled back, looking at what you felt in his hand. 'Oh, I uh-I got ya this. Know ya like 'em stuffed animals, Jaspers gotten you like 20 of 'em but uh...I don't remember much from being human, I mean Jasper doesn't uh-anyway I remember huntin' with someone and black bears is one of the only things I remember and I tried to figure if ya had one or not and...well I got this one for ya.’

•That pulled at your heart strings and you took the stuffie, pulling him over to your bed and snuggling in with him for the rest of the night. Somewhere through the night Jasper came back to himself, actually waking you up to make sure you were okay, physically and with him all around.

•You are the only person that has ever accepted Jasper so easily in everything, everything he's insecure about and everything most people are scared of but you love him too much not to.

I got a little carried away with the Major bit but I have quite a few firm thoughts about him and what he's really like so, maybe more in the future if you want.

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

I feel if any Yanderes were to team up, it would be the og deku squad (Midoriya, ochaco, and iida) because they have had the closest bond for the longest time, and they all seem like they would be more protective than possessive of their darling… idk that’s just me. Any opinions/headcanons?

Holy shit. I POPPED OFF for Iida! Wow! I need you guys to read this. I AM SO PROUD OF THIS RANDOM HEADCANON.

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I 100% agree with you! I can see them working really well together. Both on the battlefield, and behind the scenes as a couple, of sorts.

Izuku is, of course, the most calculated thinker of the trio. Time and time again he's outsmarted opponents and villains much bigger, much stronger, and much faster than him, and I have no doubt that he would whip up the same smarts around you. While he does get a bit more distracted because, well, it's you we're talking about (your beauty is very distracting to the poor broccoli LMAO), he isn't stupid. Every flirt you throw in his direction in an attempt to catch him off guard, every discovered escape attempt, every lie you've ever told him to find the chip in his armor that will help you escape from his grasp; he sees through it all. And he's planned for it all, too.

I love to imagine him as a super manipulative/cunning Yandere. While he does not behave like this Canon-wise, he's proven to be a very quick learner, so I think he'd adapt to the lifestyle pretty smoothly. I am not saying he will, or wants to, hurt you with his new talent! More like he'll feign innocence and trick other people around him into getting his way. He knows he doesn't look super threatening with his round face and freckled cheeks, but looks can be deceiving. He uses what he once viewed as his flaws to his advantage. He cons, lies, and tricks his way to your side, and gets so comfy sitting on his throne that he isn't too keen on leaving.

When he's with the other two, he is complacent, but a little peeved. He wanted to have you to himself (as all of the Yanderes do), but he figures sharing you is better than constantly fighting others for your unwilling hand.

Don't worry, he'll love you until death comes to drag him off this earth! He understands it's new and overwhelming to be surrounded with so much love all the time, but he'll be patient. If he can suffer years at Kaachan's side being degraded and beaten 'til he felt like a speck of trash on the grimy sidewalk, then the words you throw at him hardly even sting. He'll endure it because his love is Plus Ultra!

Uraraka's a fun case because she already has a crush on one of the two in the group! She adores Deku, to the point where it might evolve into another obsession of hers! To her, that makes the formation of this group even easier to adjust to.

In Uraraka’s imagination, this relationship is a fantasy land. She's the cute princess who can kick ass, but choose to wait around for her one true love. Izuku, the Brave Knight, comes along and she thinks that is where her 'Happily Ever After' ends. When all of a sudden, another beautiful royal stumbles into her fairytale. You! You're just the sweetest thing she's ever met, you make her feel like she's on Cloud 9 every time you smile at her. When your eyes meet, Uraraka feels as dizzy as she does when she uses her quirk for too long. This is it! Her true love! Well, Deku makes her feel the same way, so how can this work...? That is the moment Ochaco decides that she actually has two true loves! (Good thing Deku has fallen in love with you too.)

However, all things considered, she's greedy.

It's not like that's a bad thing! Or, at least, she hopes you don't see that as a bad thing...she just loves you so much! At times, it gets very very hard for her to share you with the other two boys. Uraraka has convinced herself that you swoon over Izuku and Iida. As if you're head-over-heels in love with them, but you don't act that way around her. All you seem to be around her is scared and nervous. Uraraka thinks about the multiple times she's turned her back to you, wondering if those are the moments you wait for to shower the boys in love, affection, words of praise, kisses, hugs—everything she wants from you but gets denied in a whine of protest.

It's a delusional thought, for sure; she doesn't even give you that much time alone to be able to try something like that with them. But, the more she indulges in the idea, the more irritated she gets. Not at you! At them.

Maybe she should try harder to get more quality time with you, skip a class or two to personally bond with you. She wants warm hugs and gentle kisses from your luxurious lips! You won't deny her for too much longer...right, cupcake~?

Iida. Tenya, Tenya, Tenya. What a methodical boy he is. I think of Pandora's box when I see him, especially when he's written as Yandere. Simple, even clean kept on the outside, but housing a house of horrors on the inside.

We truly get to see the berserk inside of him during the Stain arc. The way he behaved around the villain, the irrationality of the decision he made, I believe it was only a tiny glimpse at his true unhinged ways. And that's when he's in the Canon series! Not even a Yandere, and already so crazy! It just shows that he'd do anything for the people he loves. Even kill another human being.

I think he'd try so desperately to keep that psycho wrapped up, and he'd do a great job at it too! Collected, rational, the perfect stick-in-the-mud nerdy guy. He's cool with the arrangement of the three of them taking care of you. To be honest, there's no one he trusts more with your safety than his two closest friends. He always tells you that he's your knight in shining armor, and to come to him for anything you need assistance on. He will protect and provide.

However, his cheery attitude takes a sharp 180° turn when he finds you trying to escape one day. He'll get in your face, take you away from where you were trying to leave from, pin you to the wall, and scream in your face about how dangerous the situation was. About how badly you could have hurt yourself, how heartbroken and worried the three of them would have been, how you can never truly escape them since they'd—since he'd never give up looking for you. He’d leave you trembling in your boots when he’s done, possibly with fat tears streaming down your cheeks and actively seeking comfort from the other two because of how scary he'd become.

It'd take a while for Izuku and Uraraka to trust him being alone with you again. You were still shaken up after that night. But it wasn't because of the rough physical treatment he'd used, it wasn't the yelling, it was his eyes. They shifted so dramatically from the kind, understanding, deep sea blue to a searing steel gray in seconds. The eyes you grew to recognize, and sort of trust again, had become strangers in those slim ticks of time. His eyes reflected the mechanical drive of his bloodlust, his aggression.

He was more machine than man at that moment. A robot designed to keep you prisoner in their isolated vault.

And that thought alone was your true realization that leaving this mad trio was near, if not entirely, impossible.

Overall, I think their trio would work phenomenally well! It would be so sweet, so fluffy, as long as you behave. However, there is definitely some serious underlying jealously between the Yanderes that will have to be fixed. If it isn't...well, before long, they will tear each other apart from the inside out~!

I hope you enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. Love making these kids crazy lol.

With Love,

Kraken 🐙

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ex-boyfriends are a pain

Warnings: ex boyfriend being a dick, referred to as Asshole, some swearing

Pairings: Sugawara Kōshi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Bokuto Kōtarō all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for @thisnoodlewritesao3 because ex-boyfriends can suck shit but how much do you wanna bet that the Haikyuu boys would have your back no matter what? Kinda threw this together so I hope you guys enjoy!

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Sugawara knew you could fight like the rest of them. Hell, it was the first time you fought with Tanaka that made him go wow okay I need to hang out with Y/N more.

You could be so feisty when you wanted, so sweet other times. It all depended on your mood. So when he saw your ex-boyfriend walking your way, Sugawara watched your body language first. Did you seem like you wanted to deal with this on your own? Or did you want some help? He never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t let you fight your own battles, though this was a little harder knowing that this Asshole had hurt you for so long.

Sugawara wanted nothing more than to make the guy hurt like he had hurt you... but no, he restrained himself for a moment, Daichi also watching as if ready to back up his best friend if he got himself into a scuffle.

Maybe if Asshole hadn’t caught you off guard and in the middle of your thoughts, you would’ve been fine, but instead he had grabbed you and dragged you off to some secluded hallway.

“The hell are you doing?” You glared at him, trying to wiggle your arm from him. Your eyes frantically searching for anyone or anything to help get you out of this situation as he pulled you away.

“We need to talk,” Asshole huffed, standing a little too close for comfort. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and my texts and now what? You’ve blocked me?”

Your insides turned uncomfortably, shifting your weight as you tried to find a way to at least step away from him a bit, “We’re not together anymore, there’s nothing that needs to be said-”

“Y/N! Daichi’s looking for you!” Sugawara’s voice was a welcome surprise. Your eyes shot over to where he was standing, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew. You could tell he knew how uneasy you were just because his eyes met yours and his head tilted slightly as if to ask want me to kill him?

“She’s busy,” Asshole grumbled, not even bothering to look up from your eyes at him.

Sugawara didn’t move. For a moment he just stood there with his fake smile on before walking closer and pushing the guy away from you gently, “Hey! You look real familiar,” Sugawara beamed up at him, holding his chin as if in thought. “Have we met before?”

“No?” Asshole just glared at him and then his glare turned to you, “Who the fuck is this? Your new boyfriend?”

“Aha! Boyfriend! You kinda look like that crazy EX-boyfriend that Y/N used to have. Now that was one weird dude. Imagine leaving your girlfriend at some restaurant cause you got caught up with your friends and forgot about your anniversary,” Sugawara’s forced a laugh, flopping his arm around your shoulders playfully. “Thank god you got rid of that guy right?”

Even you had to question whether or not Sugawara was being funny or serious. He definitely knew this guy was that ex-boyfriend... didn’t he?

Asshole just huffed, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest slightly just to exaggerate that he was, in fact, taller than Suga.

“It’s funny. It was after that breakup that the Karasuno High School Volleyball team vowed to never let Y/N get hurt ever again.” Suga’s eyes drifted over to where Asahi was just slightly in view, standing tall as ever.

It would only work since Asshole had no clue who Asahi was, and couldn’t see that the muscle-y third year was almost in a panic attack over the upcoming game. All Asshole saw when he followed Sugawara’s gaze was the scary tall third year that everyone seemed to gossip about at every game. Your ex turned back to Suga, as if thinking that would be any better.

From the half of Suga’s face that you could see, it was really not something you��d want to be in front of. Suga could get really scary if he wanted and you imagined that right now, Asshole was experiencing just that.

Your ex grumbled something about “not being worth it” and turned on his heel, rushing away from you two.

You felt a breath leave your chest almost immediately, your heart pounding against your ribcage, “God Suga, thank you so much,” you smiled weakly up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Anytime love,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You know, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d say you upgraded big time,” he smirked, tapping your nose lovingly.

You laughed and smiled up at him, touching his cheek gently and stroking your thumb along his skin as you admired his expression, “Absolutely. 100% upgrade. Would never even dream of going back.”

“Good,” Suga grinned, holding your hand against his face for just a moment longer, “cause I’m not letting you leave me that easily.”

Ushijima remembered your ex boyfriend, but not in any physical way. He couldn’t remember what the guy looked like - how tall he was, or what colour his hair was. But what he did remember is how you looked after every argument you had with the guy. 

More often than not, you’d come over to Ushijima’s place or Tendō’s after yet another argument, tears streaking down your face and your whole body just crumbling into one of their hugs.

Ushijima had hated seeing you like that and he would hold you for as long as you wanted.

It was after one really bad fight with that guy that Ushijima told himself that he would confess to you eventually. He knew you deserved all the love in the world, and the only way to guarantee you’d be getting it is if he took it into his own hands.

You were far too good for him, but he knew he loved you enough to try.

Maybe he should’ve gone back and looked into what this guy looked like. That probably would’ve helped him in this situation.

“-you think I don’t know that you were trying to steal my girl this whole time?” a guy was yelling, up in Ushijima’s face (as much as you can be in a guy’s face who’s a few inches taller than you). “I should’ve known you two would get together after the way she was constantly talking about you.”

Maybe it should’ve clicked in Ushijima’s head that the guy who was angrily attacking him in the almost empty gym was your ex-boyfriend, but instead, Ushijima kept glancing around him to see if there was someone else that the guy was yelling at.

“What the hell are you looking for? She’s not gonna come save you or anything. I thought you were supposed to be some big man - ace of the volleyball team. What are you scared or something?” your ex cackled, hands on his hips all proud-like.

Ushijima finally caught on that this guy was talking to him, a frown on his face, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

It hadn’t meant to be a question with any sort of malice to it, but the guy seemed so dejected hearing it. Here he had come all this way, built up all this courage to confront Ushijima Wakatoshi for stealing his girlfriend... and the guy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m Y/N’s ex boyfriend,” the guy glared up at him, getting angrier.

“Oh.” Ushijima nodded to himself slightly, now remembering the guy’s face and starting to walk past him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” Ushijima asked, still walking ahead. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a self-absorbed egotistical idiot you would still have her. But you don’t. Someone was bound to come and show her what she actually deserves.”

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but had just been about to come into the gym to make sure Ushijima was ready to walk home. Your fingers trembled a little hearing your ex’s voice and just how angry he sounded. You were annoyed, you were angry. you wanted to go in there and punch the guy in the face. How dare he act like you were some item to be stolen - you chose Ushijima. You loved Ushijima. There wasn’t anything to steal - you were his and he was yours and there was nothing about your ex in it at all.

But you couldn’t deny that you loved hearing Ushijima’s flat and blunt tone cut through all of your ex’s defenses. He stood there a stuttering mess, coming up with excuses after excuses as to why he hadn’t been a better boyfriend (news flash man, you were just an ass), even while Ushijima started to exit the gym.

“Oh. Y/N. You’re here,” Ushijima’s stoic face broke into a smile as he found you, immediately leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand.

“Have an unexpected visitor?” You point out, glancing into the gym to see your ex getting all riled up some more.

“Nothing worth our time. Come on, let me walk you home,” he said, taking your bag from you like he always did and leading you home.

You knew Ushijijma could’ve cut your ex down to pieces if he needed to, the ace of Shiratorizawa could be very scary when he was angry. But evidently, your ex didn’t seem to be worth the time and the thought of that made you very happy. Ushijima was right after all, that Asshole was not worth either of your free times and he certainly wasn’t worth getting into a fight with.

Still, Ushijima seemed to watch you carefully to make sure you weren’t upset that your ex had come by. He bought you extra snacks at the shop the two of you stopped at on your way home and listened intently to all the things you wanted to talk about while the two of you ventured onwards.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” you smiled at him as you got to your door.

He nodded, “I like walking you home, no thanks needed.”

“No, thank you for... saying what you did to that Asshole back at the gym,” you weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for, but just felt like it needed thanking.

The boy just smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you your bag, “You are worth 10 of him, Y/N. I won’t waste my chance with you like he did.”

You beamed hearing this, wrapping him into a hug before disappearing into your house and waving to him from the window. 

Later Tendō would point out that he would’ve kicked held the guy up while Ushijima beat the shit out of him, if Ushijima ever wanted that but the ace just shrugged, “The greatest defeat I can do to him is make Y/N happier than he ever could. And I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto loathed your ex boyfriend. He always proclaimed that if he so ever laid eyes on him, he would spike a volleyball into the guy’s face.

Now was his opportunity.

You had been working with the managers of the volleyball team to help set everything up before one of the tournament games, just filling up water bottles and bringing them to the court. You weren’t sure how or why your ex had followed you onto the court but he did.

“Y/N,” he called you from behind you, grabbing onto your wrist to keep you from rushing off.

Your eyes widened as you realized who it was, frowning and pulling your arm away from him almost immediately, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a glare.

“We need to talk - I don’t like this new guy you’re dating. He’s an idiot.” Asshole huffed, shooting a thumb in the direction of Bokuto who was currently getting ready to practice spiking.

“Who I date is none of your business. You should get out of here before he realizes you’re here-” you tried to warn him. Really you did.

There was always a deafening sound whenever one of Bokuto’s blocks hit the floor - the kind that sent shivers down your spine. But hearing it land so close to you, right behind where your ex was standing, made you actually jump, your eyes watching as the ball bounced off and rolled further away down the gym. You and your ex both froze, staring as you watched the ball disappear, a ringing left in the air from the powerful spike.

Both of you turned to see who had almost attacked Asshole, finding Bokuto standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Even Akaashi was glaring at your ex, chin tilted up in a defiant sort of way.

“Next one,” Bokuto pointed straight at your ex, a firm look in his eyes, “I aim for that ugly mug of yours.”

You could feel your ex tense up, fists balling up angrily at his sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but Akaashi quickly cut him off, “You should leave. Our ace doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he doesn’t hold back on spiking power. Besides, if you want to talk to our Y/N when she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’ll have to go through all of us.” He motioned to the rest of the team, all of whom were glaring in Asshole’s direction.

You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you to have found a family like this - one who were so willing to stop their practice before a game just to make sure you were comfortable. 

Asshole soon stormed off and you sent a smirk over to Bokuto who just sent you a grin, “Did you see that crazy spike?” He asked excitedly as you came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I did. If that had hit me, I would’ve died,” you teased, poking his chest.

“I would never hit you! I am an expert with aiming!”

“Didn’t you hit her like last week with a stray receive, Bokuto?” 

“AKAASHI NOT NOW!”

You laughed, watching as Bokuto frantically waved his arms to his best friend, insisting that that was an accident and he really was very good at aiming. 

“Thanks for getting him out of here,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him a tight squeeze before glancing at the ref who was setting up for the game. “I should head up to the stands. You better get all fired up for me okay?”

“Anything for you, babe. I figured actually hitting him would’ve just made him angrier.” He laughed, pecking your lips. “Cheer extra loud for me!” He called after you, jumping up and down to warm up his calves.

“You ready, Bokuto?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bokuto nodded, grinning to himself as he thought about how perfect that spike was, “I’m all fired up thanks to the prettiest girl in the world. Let’s do this!”

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Could you talk more about your gumbo jar jar au or the frog one? 🐸

hm on close review the frog promise draft is a now redundant drabble from this au. Here it is in its entirety:

“I will never join you,” Luke said with a sneer of disgust.

Palpatine, as well as the nearby politicians, Jedi masters, and reporters were taken aback. 

“I’m afraid I don’t understand your meaning, Master Jedi,” the Senator said incredulously. “Do you mean to tell me that you consider yourself separate from the Republic? I know the Jedi Council had disavowed recognizing you but I never could have imagined...” he trailed off, leaving the crowd to murmur in alarm.

“I mean I will never join the Sith,” the rogue master replied calmly. “I imagine you’re responsible for the traces of the dark side I felt amongst the trade federation leaders.”

“The Sith...I see.” Palpatine took a step back, deliberately reassuring tone and alarmed expression clearly indicated that he suspected the man before him of insanity. “It’s been a very long day and you clearly intended to do good by my humble home world. Perhaps your fellow Jedi can take you to the healers so you can-”

“Why are you working alongside a Sith Lord?” Luke cut off the Senator and addressed Grandmaster Yoda directly. 

“A Sith Lord, you say?” Master Yoda replied. “A most serious allegation, this is.”

Basically, Luke derails the Naboo Crisis by absolutely annihilating the trade federation army, only realizing after the fact when and where he is. This means that Padme turns right around from Tatooine and never voices her vote of no-confidence. Now, Palpatine probably had contingency plans in place, but the public accusation by a Jedi of being responsible for the crisis in the first place, despite absolutely no evidence, hurts his image enough that he’s not going to win a vote, because people will think it’s a power grab. 

And it’s funny cause it’s true but Luke only barely knows that! He’s just accusing Palpatine of being behind the first evil thing he sees and he fuckin happens to be right!!!

Anyway Luke doesn’t focus on Palpatine; there are like 10,000 other Jedi around. He commits himself first and foremost to completing his training with Master Yoda because sometime Yoda just dies and fades into thin air so, you know! He’s not going to procrastinate on that again!

He goes before the council and humbly asks to be taken on Yoda’s student (this is right before Qui-Gon can ask about Anakin- literally, Anakin and Qui-Gon are in the waiting room). He gives several extremely vague banthashit explanations of who he is ‘I’m a follower of the Force,’ where he comes from ‘the Force sent me,’ and why they should train him when he’s way too old ‘the Force willed it.’ Yoda is somewhat impressed because those are some real unhelpfully wise answers and- here’s the kicker- Luke actually believes them! 

He is really committed to being a Jedi! Is 110% all about being a luminous being! This is several years after return of the Jedi and Luke has pretty much just been hanging out in force temples meditating with ghosts so he has quintessential Jedi vibes, he just knows jackshit about anything!

What really clinches it for Yoda is the fact that his robe pocket starts squirming and he pulls out a live Nabooian Salt Frog. And hands it to Yoda like, “These are one of your favorites right? :) I saw it and I thought of you :)”

Now Yoda- let’s step back a second. Yoda is old. Yoda, in his youth, was a bit more feral. He’s a top level predator and the order has always celebrated diversity and being true to your origins! He’s hunted with Tortugans on Shili! He’s unhinged his jaw with Besalisks on Ojom! 

But as the Republic’s boundaries caved in on themselves, he was more and more put into contact with Core senators who tend to be unnerved by more, ah, carnivorous tendencies. And the more he was put into high level positions by virtue of being really frickin old, the more restrained he became in his public behavior. 

Decades passed and younglings who only ever knew his more ‘harmless-prank’ feral tendencies were increasingly shocked and scared to see him occasionally unhinge his jaw to eat a scrocodile whole. Some of the prey-origin younglings from that field trip actually avoided him for the rest of the their lives.

So. Yoda is still a carnivore- but- in private. With his padawans and his closest peers. But his closest peers age and die and his padawans get younger and smaller as the decades pass. He took on two herbivorous padawans in a row and as a result restrained himself from openly hunting with another soul for around for 50 years.

And then there’s Dooku. ‘Ah a human,’ he thinks. ‘They hunt sometimes. Well. They’re omnivores at least.’

And Dooku is- and I’m not saying this to shame Dooku- but he’s prissy. He likes...neatness. He’s not afraid of violence but force forbid it’s untidy. So when Yoda, excited to get his ambush predation on, takes 14 year old Dooku who’s barely ever left the sterile confines of Coruscant on a trip to a swamp world- yeaaahh it doesn’t go well. Dooku- he doesn’t mean to, honestly. How would he even know that Yoda might be sensitive about things? He’s Yoda. 

But Dooku sobbing openly and puking a little in a bush and running away from Yoda because his Master is terrifying and gross. It... kind of puts the nail in the coffin for Yoda being open about that side of himself. He doesn’t really have it in him to try again. People’s view of him is too fixed, they can’t handle him also being a flesh creature so he focuses on the luminous side of him which is and always was, genuinely, more important than him.

And that’s been the last 100 years or so. The thrill of a live kill is just a little piece of himself that he meditates away and that’s ok. He has the force. He has the order. He’s old anyway, a real hunt would probably hurt his joints. 

And then in comes Luke, radiating Light and earnestness and Jedi serenity while also holding out a very tasty looking live frog. And Yoda realizes Dooku’s not around, he’s surrounded by a council he trusts and respects and likes, none of whom are 14 year olds, all of whom have seen the galaxy and seen worse. He is almost seizing the moment but there’s a little part of him that shriveled up when Dooku cried that’s having a hard time accepting this.

“Want it for yourself, you do not?” Yoda cackles, playing off the offer.

Luke smiles sheepishly and pulls out another live frog. “I was saving it for later. Forgive me Master, your senses are keen as ever I see.”

And Yoda...it’s not about the bribe, really, so much as the symbolism, and it’s not about the flattery either, but darn is the kid really pulling out the stops to make himself likable. And he is a kid, to Yoda anyway. Everyone is these days. What does he care about numbers when there’s a boy smiling like his third padawan, an adorable Rodian who took great delight in their more amphibious and wild missions?

Yoda snatches one of the frogs and slowly raises it in a parody of a toast. Luke does the same. The rest of the council quietly watches in various shades of bewilderment and bemusement.

They’re not actually going to eat that right? Mace thinks. Ugh I hate frogs the skin is so slimy. Shaak Ti thinks. I cannot believe they’re not even offering me one. Yaddle thinks.

And Yoda bites the head off the frog in a quick snap of his jaws, the rest following rapidly. Luke does the same- a slight assist from the force helping his less specialized mandible tear through skin and bone in a well practiced move. He chews slower, but finishes the frog soon enough, the rest of the council looking on with deep uncertainty and a tiny bit of hunger, but no actual fear. They’re Jedi Masters; they’ve eaten everywhere, it’s just a little weird for a human to be eating a live animal and Yoda as far as anyone knew only ate stew and also they were in the middle of a council meeting.

Yoda belches and Luke smiles genially.

“Take you on as my padawan learner, I will. Much to learn you have, much to teach you, I do.”

Luke beams. The council looks on in shock. 

“Master Yoda,” Mace Windu says hesitantly, “He’s clearly in his late 20s, at the earliest. If this is about the... frog thing-”

“Was a pleasant surprise, the frog. The reason for my decision, it is not. Had some training already, he has. Know each other before this day, we do. Taking over for a Master passed into the force, I am merely. Our custom, this is.”

Luke bows lowly and an initiate is summoned to escort him to the quartermasters and then the long-empty padawan suite next to Yoda’s chambers. 

Qui-Gon and Anakin are brought in and. Well. It’s a little hard for them to simply reject the boy after Yoda just pulled that stunt. He’s sent to the initiates dorm, eventually. Mace Windu has a headache from the shatterpoints blinking in and out of existence. Shaak Ti is delighted to discuss a hunting trip with Master Yoda and his new padawan learner Luke Svader. 

The force dances.

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Hunted

A bit of writing based on @aaytaro-gt ‘s Inktober prompt list.

Day 11 - Monster

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Dear journal, 

I ruined my last sock today. The hole in the sole did not hold up well after the rain yesterday, and my foot tore through it this morning. That leaves me 100% sockless now.

I still have my boots, as worn down as they are, but the chafing is already annoying since I’d been swapping which foot my sock was on last week. I might need to use those dinky sandals now, but they’re not really made for rugged terrain.

I miss when I first got here and my pack was full of the gear I’d packed for camping in the Catskills. When I’d wandered amongst the trees that were as tall as I was, watching tiny deer and little bears scatter at my feet.

It was weird, but I had what I needed. Now that it's been nearly two years, I just miss things my size. I miss bathing in warm water. I miss eating normal food, I miss latrines. I miss my friends, my parents.

The writing smudges out

Sorry journal, They found me again. Not that it's hard for them to find me, I leave giant trails, but they caught up all the same.

I miss not being treated like a monster.

When I first came across the village in the mountains, I hadn’t known what to do, but the villagers wasted no time riddling my clothes and arms with arrows. They stung, so I ran.

They must have told someone about me, because these hunters, for lack of a better term, started popping up all over the valley. I’d leave if I could, but the mountains are very cold and tall and the only pass between them is through the village.

I’ve tried talking and reasoning with them, but they speak a language I don’t know; it sounds like nothing I've ever heard before. I wonder if they’d even listen anyway.

The only saving grace is that I think they think I'm harmless. They’re not trying incredibly hard to kill me, which I’m sure they could, given time, and I have made sure not to harm a soul. 

Hell, I even saved one of the hunter’s lives when a boulder nearly crushed him! I don’t think he’s come back at least, but the others always do.

One is a barrel chested man with a crossbow and two dogs. The bolts stick in my skin like large splinters, and it's hard to not hurt the dogs as they run between my feet. I usually just run as fast as possible until I reach the highlands past the river, then I just try to hide in the mountains until the barking fades away.

Another is a trio, wielding bows and arrows lit with pitch or tar. Those three have ruined most of my clothes, destroyed my sleeping bag, and they even stole my matches! They don’t pop up as much, but they’re always shouting what I can only imagine are insults.

There's a pair, who I think are married, that hunt me on horseback, another group that seem more like mercenaries than hunters, some kid who probably just wants a name for himself, and many more that come and go as the seasons change.

After two years you’d think they’d stop, you’d think they’d realize I didn’t want to hurt them, I didn’t want to scare them: I just want to go home. 

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Hybrid!Reader Galore-SBI (and one Awesamdude)

So I am combining four different requests with this one post because I have recently discovered that I am allowed to do that hahaha. So instead of five separate posts, it’s one big post!! I hope you enjoy!!! (There is a bonus idea at the bottom, it is not SBI, rather a Sam idea and it is so amazing and is not mine, the idea comes from our very own Sunflower anon who has my whole heart.)

Elytran 

Well first things first, you guessed it. You have wings. You have beautiful wings that allow you to fly for miles and miles without getting tired. They are big and cover most of your back. When they’re not in use, they’re tucked in tightly to your back for save keeping. 

You and Philza are obviously very close. You and he can relate on so many levels. You spend a lot of time bonding over your wings. You know you can always go to him when you have questions about your wings and he is always willing to give you his knowledge, tips, and tricks on how to properly take care of your wings and stuff like that. I like to imagine that the two of you definitely help each other preen your wings. He more so you though. Like if it has been too long in his opinion he will force you to sit down on a chair so that you’re straddling it and your stomach is pressed against the back of the chair and he very carefully pulls the loose feathers and gets all of the grass and leaves and stuff out of your wings. Every so often you will return the favor, but because he’s been around so long he is practically perfect at doing his own wings himself and so he usually just focuses on you because you’re his kid and he wants to make sure that you’re taken care of. He gets a lot of the preening done when you two are sitting on the couch together and you’re snuggled up to his chest and his hand is just softly trailing up and down your wings. Smoothing out your feathers and carefully pulling out the ones that need to come out. It feels very nice and is very comforting. 

I also feel though that your brothers would also do this to you sometimes. Just when you’re having a conversation with one of them they will grab your shoulders and turn you around and you would be forced to talk to them as they pick at your wings. Sometimes Tommy is too rough and so he can only do it when he’s absolutely calm. I 100% believe that before his death, Wilbur was the best brother to go to for help with your wings when Phil wasn’t around. He has the hands of musician, steady and gentle hands but still calloused and rough from years of plucking at a guitar. So he would be really good at being careful but also would be very good at picking out the things that needed to go while also being good at, i guess, petting your wings. I feel like Techno would be okay at it, not as good as Phil and Wilbur though. I feel like Tommy could be too rough sometimes. I feel like there are two different Techno’s you could get. A soft and gentle Techno who is very careful when messing with your wings or a rough and quick Techno that just really wants to be done with whatever you’ve asked him to do. So you would have to catch Techno on a good day in order for him to be able to properly help you. 

Like Philza and Techno do, You and Philza go on adventures together all the time, only there is a slight difference obviously. You two go on flights. You two fly for hours at a time sometimes, not always have a particular destination in mind. You two just like to fly together. It’s such a freeing feeling. You two just fly together, feel the wind in your hair and your wings. The time is usually spent just chatting about anything and everything. It’s nice. You just get to spend a lot of time with your dad and you get to feel free and get to get away from all of the drama of the smp. I like to imagine that sometimes you two fly for so long that you get too tired to keep flying, but you have to get home. So Phil will pick you up, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, and he will fly the two of you home. He’s been alive for hundred of years and has had years of flying practice and so he almost never gets tired from flying and so he has absolutely no problem carrying you home if you’re too tired. Once you get a bit older and stuff, I also like to think that you’re able to do the same for your brothers, obviously not as long as Philza can, but you can pick them up and take them on a little flight around the server. Tommy would love it the most. He would cling to you, terrified you would drop him, but he would love being so high up, seeing everything and feeling free. He would love that he actually got to feel like a kid again. Wilbur and Techno would like it a lot less than Tommy. They would take you up on the offer every once in a while, but I don’t think they would like it that much. Like Techno would like to feel the wind through his hair and to feel free and not have to worry about anything, but I feel like he would just be hella scared that you’re going to drop him. He’s a big man and he trusts you a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re strong enough to hold him. Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of headcanon that Wilbur is scared of heights. I don’t know why, I just kind of get that vibe from him. So like on the very very very rare occasion where you take him for a fly, he spends the whole time clinging to you for dear life with his face buried in your neck and his eyes clenched tightly closed. You can’t help but laugh at him though. You asked him about it once, why he accepts your offer if he’s so terrified, his answer warmed your heart. “I just like spending time with you. Anyway that I can.” (Complete side note, Ghostbur on the other hand would love love love love to go on flights with you. Like would beg you almost every day to go on one.)

Ghast hybrid

Listen, I am not saying this to exclude anyone okay? Please don’t take it as that, but you would be pale. You would be so pale. It’s the ghast in you and so you would be so pale. Like I feel you would almost have to wear a hat or put on sunscreen every time you left the house in the overworld because you would so easily be burned. That being said, you definitely would thrive in the nether. Like the heat and the brightness of the lava wouldn’t bother you at all as you travel through your home biome. You would also be able to fly. You would move so smoothly through the sky. You wouldn’t have wings or anything like that, you would just be able to fly. But like it would be so funny to scare the hell out of Tommy. Like you two are arguing or something or he’s just being annoying and so you just start fucking levatating as you stare him down. He would 100% shriek and run away from you causing you to laugh. 

You always accompany any of the boys when they go into the nether for anything because no hostile mobs will attack if you’re nearby. Ghasts won’t shoot at you, hoglins won’t charge, blaze won’t fireball… you get it. Like the nether is your home and you are one of them, and they know that. You also are super good at navigating the nether. Think Human GPS but like half ghast GPS instead haha. You have absolutely saved the boys’ asses on more than one occasion. Like one time Techno wasn’t paying attention and he was just kind of walking around in the nether freely without thinking about it. He was going on and on about how it was nice to have you here but he probably could have handled it himself. He was right in the middle of telling you about how he probably could navigate the nether better than you when he literally walked straight off a cliff that hung right over a giant lava lake. You didn’t have time to laugh at his obliviousness. You knew that he couldn’t swim in lava, he may be a piglin hybrid that can survive the heat, but he absolutely could not swim in lava. So you very quickly ran right off of the edge of the cliff, flew down to him and just before he could sink into the lava, you grabbed him and flew him back up to the edge of the cliff. Once he was secure with solid ground under his feet, Techno would pull you into a giant hug. “Thank you,” he murmurs in your hair. You can’t help but giggle as you hug him back. “Of course. What was I going to do? Let you die? Besides, now we have prove of who’s the better nether navigator.” And Techno goes to argue but you just stare at him with a raised eyebrow and so his mouth snaps shut. You both knew you won that. 

So Ghast tears right? So when you get upset to the point of crying, you do your best to keep in the tears because when you cry, they literally leave tear stains. Like your cheeks are stained and scarred for the next few hours because of the tears. It burns and is a painful thing, so you try to avoid it as much as possible. Another thing that happens when you’re upset is you begin to breathe fire and shoot fireballs out of your mouth. You accidentally discovered this once when Techno wouldn’t give you back your axe and you accidentally fireballed him into a wall, exploding parts of the wall as well. So when you get angry/upset, you clamp your mouth closed and don’t speak. That is the telltale sign that you’re angry, when you go silent. Tommy loves to push you at this point. Saying anything he can to get you to… well explode. It’s only worked once. Let’s just say that Tommy’s clothes and hair got a bit singed and he didn’t mess with you while you were upset for a few months afterwards. 

Something useful about your tears is they can make regeneration potions. Obviously they aren’t full effect because you are only half ghast, but they still work. So even if you are crying and you are upset, you’re always sure to physically bottle up some of your tears when you do cry so that someone, mostly you or Techno, could make regeneration potions with them. 

Raccoon hybrid

TRASH PANDAS!!!! Okay, right, sorry. 

So we will begin with looks. You have little raccoons on top of your head, dark circles around your eyes, and a fuzzy black and white ringed tail. You have to take very good care of your ears and of your tail, making sure that it doesn’t get matted and stuff. I also feel you’re rather short. And sometimes you feel out of place among the absolute giants that are your brothers. 

I feel like you would get along the best with Tommy. THIS IS NOT AN INSULT AT ALL but like for some reason I get a raccoon type vibe from Tommy. So I feel like you two would just vibe very well together. You’re mostly nocturnal due to your raccoon hybrid and Tommy is a 16 year old hyper boy who doesn’t like authority that much. So like he very often can be found in your room late at night. The two of you laughing and just hanging out together. If you get him on a good night, he will carefully pet your tail or brush it while you talk. You two have bonded a lot and shared a lot of sweet moments through your nocturnal nights together. 

That being said, it does not stop Tommy from making fun of you. Raccoons are thought to be colorblind and Tommy knows this applies to you and does not stop making fun of you for it. “Hey Y/N! What color is this flower?” “Fuck off.” Because Tommy makes fun of you, you like to prank him a lot. Raccoons are actually very clever and this absolutely applies to you. You can move very quietly if you want so you manage to always prank Tommy really well…. That being said, you also find yourself very often ruining your own pranks because of how loud you can be. Have you ever heard a raccoon rummaging through your garbage at night? It feels like the loudest thing in the world lol. So sometimes you are accidentally careless and are very loud. 

Raccoons can fall from pretty high heights without getting hurt, so you would be able to do the same. It would have been a total accident of how you found out though. You would have been helping Tommy build a random cobblestone tower when he accidentally pushed you off the tower. You didn’t have a water bucket and there was no water below you, so you literally prepared yourself for the loss of your first canon life. Your body finally hit the ground and you were left a little breathless from the force of the hit, but nothing hurt. You checked your wrist and found you had only lost one heart. Even though you were completely fine, Philza still gave Tommy hell for pushing you off the tower and grounded him for a few weeks. Even though you know you’d be fine from a big fall, you are still very careful when you’re high up. Like I said, you know you’ll be fine, but you don’t want to push the boundaries. 

I feel like you have definitely been caught rummaging through the trash before. You were probably just bored and looking for something to do, or just something to play with and so on instinct, you reached into the trash and began searching through it. Philza would be the one to catch you. He wouldn’t even react too. He would simply let out a sigh, walk over to you, grab your arms and pull them out of the trash and walk you over to the sink before making you wash your hands. While you were doing that, he would take out the trash, making a mental note to get a more efficient/better way of getting rid of your trash. 

Cow Hybrid 

Yes yes yes yes. Okay okay. I love cows. Okay.

Starting out as always, appearance. So I think that you would have a few brown and white spots littering your skin. You’re entirely covered in them, but there are some on your arms, torso, and legs. You also have little horns that poke out of your hair. They’re a bit sensitive and your hair gets caught on them a lot, but they’re hella cute. You’re ears are where a human’s ears are, but they’re a bit bigger and a little more pink and flimsy than normal human ears. You also have a thin tail that pokes out behind you. You use it to swat things, mostly Tommy, away from you. When someone gets hit by your tail, it stings quite a bit. Your skin is rather tough, not like super tough, but like it has a rather leathery feel. So not only does it hurt when you hit people, but it can also be a bit harder for you to get hurt/cut and stuff. Which is rather nice. 

Something just random but hella cute that I like to think happens is that if you’re out walking, with or without your family, baby cows will begin to follow you. If they get far enough away from their parents and you happen to be nearby, they 100% will begin to follow you. It warms your heart a little bit, but it also worries you because you don’t want to upset their parents, but the adult cows just think it’s really funny. Like, it is so obvious that you’re not a full cow and that you’re barely an adult yourself, but the baby cows will still follow you and it is just so funny. 

I feel like when you get very frustrated, you begin to moo or let out huffs and puffs. The boys find it very funny, but also not to bring it up to you. One time Wilbur made the mistake of laughing out loud when you mooed…. You charged him and tackled him and broke the table. So now the boys have just learned to try and comfort you and then laugh in private. 

Listen I have seen many photos and videos of cows being petted and owners sitting in fields and the cow comes over and just lays on them and cuddles them and so like I feel that a lot of the times when you would find someone sitting on the couch or something, just chilling, you would try and cuddle up to them. Tommy and Techno wouldn’t like it as much, they would give you like a pat on the back before shoving you off. Philza would chuckle but allow you to rest there. Wilbur would absolutely let you cuddle up to him and oftentimes would wrap his arms around you and hold you to him. I also feel like he would be the only one to do it back to you. If you were just seated somewhere lounging around, Wilbur would absolutely flop down on top of you, crushing you a little bit, yes, but it is still nice… not having to be the one to initiate the contact. So you would just giggle and wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face either in his curly hair or in his chest, it depends on how he flops down on top of you. Wilbur would also absolutely pet and stroke your horns and would just let you relax completely against him. 

A lot of the time you can be found with a piece of hay hanging out of your mouth. I feel like you would just enjoy the taste but also just the feel of the plant on your tongue as you chew would be so comforting. Philza at first would try to take the thin straw out of your mouth but after you almost cried about it, he decided to just left it alone and let you do whatever you want. Tommy still tries to steal it from your mouth, but you’ve gotten good at chomping down on it and not letting it go. Techno gives you a little bit of a weird look but goes on about it. (It’s because he absolutely has tried it without you knowing and he hated it so much and he has no idea how the hell you keep doing it.) Wilbur I feel would be the one to help you keep your supply of it and would always get you a new one if you needed it. I feel like you would offer him one and he will sometimes accept it, but he doesn’t like it but he doesn’t want you to feel that your habits are weird so he partakes to make you feel better. Also for eating, you would love everything wheat based and would have a field day with things like that. You absolutely cannot and will not eat beef and you will not be around if anyone around you is eating it. It makes you sick to your stomach. So you don’t eat a lot of meat and you’re mostly vegetarian. Philza is more than willing to adjust his recipes to accommodate you and make sure that you’re okay at meal times. 

Minecraft cows avoid going into water at about all costs, so I feel like you would do the same. You would avoid everything from stepping in puddles to swimming across the river to even having a beach day at the ocean. I think you would be fine, it’s just the floating in water and having your feet not be completely on solid ground that you hate. Your family sometimes makes fun of you for it because they have to build a bridge of some kind or craft a boat for the smallest thing of water, but in reality they want you to be comfortable and so they do everything to make it so you could have your way when it comes to the water like that. When Wilbur becomes Ghostbur, Ghostbur likes to hang out with you a lot because you’re good company but also because he knows you don’t go anywhere near water, and he’s allergic to water so it works out very well for you. 

Cat hybrid w Creeper hybrid Sam

So 🌻 had this fucking amazing idea okay. Like all credit for this idea goes to her, I am but a simple writer that wrote it out a little bit more, but this was completely her idea and she has my whole heart because she has a big brain. It is praise 🌻 hours friends!

So you are the newest addition to the SMP, a cute little cat hybrid. You have cute, fluffy ears that sit on the top of your head and you have a matching fluffy tail that pokes out behind you. Everyone that has met you agrees that you’re very cute and very sweet to everyone. Everyone loves to be around you and loves to spend time with you….. Well almost everyone. 

As we have learned in previous hybrid headcanons, Sam is terrified of cats. It’s the creeper in him and he feels so bad that he avoids you so admently, but he cannot help the trepidation that swells in his veins when he’s near you. He has tried to approach you several times, tried to properly introduce himself, but he just couldn’t get close enough to you to do it. Sam had definitely asked others about you though and had fallen in love with you through the other’s descriptions and through watching you from afar, trying his best not to be seen. You weren’t dumb though, you knew he was there watching you. And when he took his eyes off of you, you let your stare turn to him as well. You let yourself stare at the man that refused to approach you. You, like him, asked around about him and you learned about him through others. You learned about how passionate he was about his work, how kind he was, how he had practically adopted a few of the minors on the server, how he was such a nice guy. It made your heart ache. If he was such a nice guy, why would he only watch you from a far then? Why wouldn’t he approach you? He must hate you… Yeah that had to be it, he heard about you, watched you for a bit, and decided that he didn’t like you… It made you hella sad, but it’s just something you would have to deal with and live with…. Oh well…. Better get building your house. 

Sam decided that he would try to make a move on you. He wanted to get to know you better through your own words and stuff, not just what others had to think about you. So he decided he would try to approach you while you were working on your house. Sam didn’t want to come empty handed, he figured he had already made a bad enough impression on you by not approaching you sooner, so he picks some flowers, roses and sunflowers because I’m a self indulgent bitch, and he took a few deep breaths before making his way to the plot of land that you have claimed as your own. He finds you working on the front wall of your house and he finds it very easy to approach you when you’re not paying attention to him. He is getting rather close to you, the closest he’s ever been to you and he’s really proud of himself. You must have sensed him, or heard his footsteps or something though, because your head snaps to look over your shoulder and your gaze locks with his and every single bit of confidence that Sam had worked up leaves his body. The fear of being around a cat fills him and he can’t help but let the flowers fall from his fingers and he sprints away. “Hey! Wait!” You call after him, rushing forward a bit, trying to stop him. But he’s gone so fast that you can only get to where he dropped the flowers before he’s out of sight. You can’t help but let out a sigh as you turn around. He must really hate you huh? Your eyes catch the flowers on the ground and you bend down to pick them up. Are these for you? They must be if he brought them here… Even if he did drop them on the ground to run away from you. Either way, you brought the pretty flowers to your nose and took a deep breath through your nose, inhaling the sweet scent. You can’t help the smile that curls on your face as you make your way “inside” of you under construction. You very quickly find a vase and get some water and set the flowers on a makeshift table in your house before going back to building the walls, every time your gaze catching the flowers, a grin growing on your face. 

Sam berates himself when he gets back home for how stupid it was for him to just leave like that. So he tells himself he is going to go back tomorrow and at least introduce himself to you. He will speak at least three words to you. The next day comes and he does as he’s promised. He gathers all of his confidence again before making his way back to your land. He freezes just outside the property line and sees that you have constructed your walls and you are now working on your roof. Your back is to him once again and so he lets out a deep breath before deciding to make the first move. “Hi there!” He shouts from his spot, about 25 blocks away from you. Your attention moves from what you were doing to the man that called out to you. You were very surprised to find Sam standing there. “Hi! Can I help you with something?” You call back. Sam takes a deep breath, happiness filling him at the fact you were actually having a conversation and he wasn’t running. “I uh, I just wanted to introduce myself to you. I’m Sam, it’s very nice to meet you.” You give the man a warm smile, “I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to finally meet you Sam… I must admit, I thought that maybe you hated me because you seemed to avoid me like the plague,” you tease, moving a few materials around before sitting down to face him. A blush that you can’t see spreads across his face as he scratches the back of his neck as he subconsciously takes a few steps forward. “Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t hate you… It’s just that you’re a cat hybrid and my creeper side doesn’t like that very much. I’m sorry I made it seem like I hated you.” It all made so much sense to you now and you couldn’t help but feel bad for feeling that he hated you. “Oh!” You let out, laughing at yourself causing Sam to smile, he liked your laugh. “That’s right… I forgot that. Well, I’m sorry I scare you” you claim with a giggle. Sam gives you a slight smile as he takes another few steps forward, “It’s alright, not your fault. Just both of our natures,” Sam claims eliciting a hum out of you as you nod your head. 

The two of you take the next few minutes to get to know each other just a bit better. Even though you scare him still a little bit, Sam can’t help but inch his way toward you. You notice this but don’t say anything about it, you only smile. 

Sam is telling you about his latest redstone project when it happens. You momentarily forget your on your roof and so you move to lean in closer to hear him better and it happens. You slip. You feel yourself falling from your roof. It’s pretty high up, easily at least 15 blocks high. You’re pretty relaxed about it, but Sam is panicking. He makes the split decision and he rushes forward and catches you in his arms. Half of his mind is screaming for him to run away from you by the other half is screaming for him to stay and make sure you're okay. You are very surprised to land in his arms but it is a very welcome surprise. You two lock eyes and you give him a big smile. “Hey” you greet casually. Sam gives a big gulp before giving you a nervous smile back, “Hey.” You have a very quick mental debate with yourself before saying screw it to yourself, “Guess you could say I fell for you huh?” The joke causes a bit of tension to leave Sam and he lets out a little giggle and shakes his head. “Guess you could say I caught feelings then huh?” he retorts with a cheesy grin. You blush a little bit before leaning up and kissing his cheek making him blush too. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” Sam blurts out. You’re a bit surprised at the question but you very quickly nod, “I would love to Sam. Are you sure you’ll be okay though?” You ask him. He gives you a reassuring smile and nod. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Now that I know what it’s like to hold you I’m not sure I ever want to let you go.” The heat returns to your cheeks, but like a million times hotter now. You left speechless for a few moments causing Sam to chuckle and set you down, but his hands don’t leave your waist and yours don’t leave his shoulders. You two simply beam at each other for a while before Sam looks over to your house, “Do you want some help?” he offers. You give a series of quick nods, “Yeah that would be wonderful… Thank you.”

(So I was going to make it a little funny because cats don’t take fall damage and so like hybrid cat reader wouldn’t either but then I began writing the little scene at the end and I liked that a lot and I couldn’t find anywhere to squeeze it in without ruining the mood. So just please think about how Sam got over his fear of cats because he thought you were in danger of getting hurt, but you weren’t because fall damage doesn’t affect you, and so he caught you even though it terrified him… That’s all. Hope you enjoyed)