#whoever you are among us anon

[banditblvd]

I think Tide and Mark should play among us with them

Now, I’m not a crier.,

But I actually teared up when I saw this

My search history looks like it’s been tainted by the hands of a 5 year old time traveler from 2020

Or whenever the among us epidemic was

[vettelsvee]

LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE | Sebastian Vettel

High School History Teacher!Sebastian Vettel x Primary School Teacher!Reader ↳ Teacher AU ⋆ Part of CLASSROOM GOSSIPS

SUMMARY: Seb is stressed because his students did pretty bad in their latest History exam, but he gets more stressed and grumpy when Y/N, the cutest Primary School teacher according to Seb, arrives to the teacher's lounge to "annoy" him, but the truth is that there's more than that ↳ BASED ON THIS POST I MADE THE OTHER DAY!

WORD COUNT: 3099

WARNINGS: LOTS OF GRUMPY (Seb) X SUNSHINE (Reader), some bad words, cursing, nothing else but wait till the end because I assure you you're gonna love it!

TAGLIST: @koalapastries @vampsarereal @gracie23x @cutelittlefakejourneys @scopeiguess @hoziersfrancesca

VEE'S NOTES: I ABSOLUTELY adored writing this, and I hope you like it as much as I do! This goes all the way up to the top of my fave fics written by me. Also, a toast to you because you liked all this Teacher!Seb thing a lot 🥹 I'd love to read your opinions on this, so feel free to leave me a comment, an anon message or reblogging since it helps us creators a lot. Thank you so much for reading, and hope you like it! <3 ↳ TALK TO ME / REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST | BUY ME A COFFEE

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

“How can you say that World War II ended with the fall of the Berlin Wall? My God...”

“It makes no sense at all, but if you ask whoever told you that, they’ll give you a convincing enough answer to make you pass their exam.”

Sebastian lifted his head, even though he didn't need to in order to know who was speaking.

Y/N Y/L/N, the second-grade teacher who is the pure representation of the sunshine itself. Your smile, always revealing your teeth, and your energy, isn’t exactly contagious to him, and even sometimes that'd be enough to make someone want to throw up.

You were standing in front of him, holding an absurd amount of papers. Seb couldn't avoid looking at you. No matter how much you might irritate him at times, he found you more than fascinating. He admired you in every single aspect and, somehow, that made him pretty angry with himself. You took the opportunity to silently show him some drawings of bees. Bees. Happy bees. Sad bees. Damn it, there were even bees wearing party hats and surrounded by confetti, and other baking and having coffee.

Sebastian said nothing. Instead, he ignored you and continued grading exams, but you didn't take it personally since you know how stressed he had to be with his class.

It didn't take long before a series of increasingly loud bangs started to get on his nerves.

When he looked up again, he saw you struggling with the printer, which seemed to have decided not to work.

“Why is it that every time I come here, this stupid, useless piece of junk decides to stop working?” you huffed, nearly shouting. “It’s like… like it’s out to get me!”

“Maybe it’s because you make too many copies every week,” Vettel replies.

“I have to give my students a quality education, Seb. And a quality education includes, among other things, making as many copies as I need to teach the contents properly!”

“And does your quality education include printing an entire colony of bees?”

You shrugged, offering no further explanation. Instead, you grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it until it was next to Sebastian. To his utter surprise, you sat down beside him, placing your absurdly thick stack of papers on top of the ungraded exams.

If you didn’t leave in the next few seconds, Seb swore he'd have a heart attack.

“My kids need all of this, Seb,” you said again, showing him those ridiculous drawings once more. “They’re learning about pollination, and what better way than by coloring little bees and then putting them all over the classroom to represent how they work?”

“I’m currently questioning whether I’m a complete failure as a teacher so, to be completely honest with you, the last thing I need right now is you showing me this... nonsense.”

You scoffed, knowing he didn’t mean it. He was just too stressed. His students failing with embarrassingly low grades didn’t mean his skills as a teacher were declining, but it did mean he’d have an army of parents breathing down his neck, demanding explanations for why their children’s performance was so poor.

“Stop saying things like that!” You smacked his shoulder, and his patience wore even thinner when he noticed a red pen mark on the exam he was grading. One that, knowing all too well his students and their thoughts, they’d probably say looked like a penis.

“You’re not a failure. Teenagers are just… idiots.”

“Is that your opinion as a professional in the education field?2

“Of course!” you shouted, waving your hands dramatically. “Why do you think I teach Primary school? Little kids are way cuter, and they think I’m a genius just because I can spell difficult words without getting any help.”

Seb tried not to, but a small smile started creeping onto his face. He quickly bit his lower lip and shifted in his seat, attempting to maintain his composure even though sitting next to you made him more nervous and, especially, more entertained, than he would have liked to admit.

“Look at you! I made you smile!”

“If I admit that you're almost funny, will you leave me alone?”

“Let me think about it… No.”

Sebastian didn’t even get a chance to answer before you suddenly jumped out of your chair and rushed toward the printer again.

“I just remembered why I came here! Oh my god, why do I have to be sooooooo forgetful?”

“I suppose that’s to make my life more miserable,” the German replied, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s just a bonus, Seb,” you turned to him, still smiling. “So, yeah, this printer isn’t working because… Well, I don’t know why. But I really need to make these copies, so I guess I’ll have to go back to the Primary school teachers' lounge…”

Sebastian stared at you, unsure of what to say.

Was he misunderstanding things because of stress, or he understood that you had actually walked all the way to the High School section, which was not anywhere near the Primary one, just to make copies, despite having a perfectly good printer in your own area?

“Did you come all the way from the Primary section to the High School one just for… some photocopies?”

“Yes!” you nodded enthusiastically.

“You're perfectly aware that there's a much better printer over there, right?”

“Well, that’s debatable if you consider…”

“Y/N, cut the bullshit.”

You pressed your lips together, unsure of how to tell him that your free period, and your desire to see him, was the real reason you had come all this way, even if it had earned you a few questioning looks and whispered comments from some of your colleagues in the upper grades.

“Well… Maybe I also decided to come here to see you,” you admitted.

Vettel had no idea how to reply to that. He tried to think of something friendly and lighthearted, but his stress seemed to take over before he could filter his words.

“I'm this close to kicking you out, Y/N.”

You only laughed, placing a dramatic hand over your chest and letting out a fake gasp. Seb loved when you acted like this, but right now, he hated it more than ever.

“Oh, please, you wouldn’t dare. I’m your favorite person out of all the people in this school.”

“Funny, because right now you happen to be exactly the opposite,” he muttered.

“You didn’t mean that. I know you didn’t.”

Seb shook his head and buried himself back in grading exams. Of course, he hadn’t meant it. No one was perfect, but somehow, you came pretty damn close without even trying.

“Stop making that weird face, or you’re going to get wrinkles ahead of time,” you teased. By now, you had sat back down beside him and were carefully cutting out flower-shaped drawings with impressive precision.

“You are insufferable, Y/N, really,” Vettel shot back as he meticulously corrected a student's answer about the causes of World War II.

“And yet, you still haven’t told me to shut up.”

Seb frowned. He wanted to do it. He should do it. But he couldn’t. You were too kind to him for him to snap at you… just like what was happening now.

He cursed himself mentally and swore that, from now on, he would grade exams at home to avoid this kind of altercation. Though, deep down, he also knew he would do it because, maybe, it would give him a little more time to spend with you.

Suddenly, you moved closer to him, too close, and took his chin. Your eyes locked, and for a few seconds, neither of you could say anything, let alone voice everything running through your minds about each other.

“You need a break, Seb.”

Your hand instinctively moved to his cheek, caressing it with a kind of affection that neither of you expected. He swallowed hard, trying to stay calm, but his heart only pounded faster and faster, and he couldn’t see it as anything other than a betrayal of his feelings for you.

“Why do you always have to be a threat to me, Y/N?”

You simply smiled before leaving a kiss on his cheek and standing up.

“You can keep pretending all you want, but you know you love it,” you said, grabbing your things and heading toward the door, though not before turning back to him.

Sebastian knew exactly what you meant by doing that. He let out a deep sigh and carefully gathered all the exams, placing them in his briefcase along with his pencil case and phone.

“If I go with you wherever you’re going, do you promise to shut up?”

“Nop, there’s no way I’m doing that,” you replied cheerfully, taking his arm the moment he was beside you and dragging him out of the teachers’ lounge with no real destination in mind.

The German was beyond exhausted. He felt his head throbbing more than usual, which he knew was a sign of an oncoming migraine. He felt drained, frustrated, and more plagued by imposter syndrome than ever. It wasn’t the first time he’d had bad results on an exam, but it was the first time they had been this awful.

He decided not to dwell on it and did his best to push his intrusive thoughts aside, focusing instead on the woman beside him.

You couldn’t stop talking. First, you told him about how your kids, as you called your second-grade students, had made Christmas cards for you and even brought you a gift after the holidays. Then, you talked about how, today, your favorite student (because, according to you, yes, teachers had favorites) had dropped a piece of her sandwich on the floor, and you had to give her your own breakfast but it was worth it since she was more than happy to be having Ms. Y/L/N handmade cheesecake.

Now, you had launched into an explanation of the biodiversity project you were preparing for your students, focusing specifically on the importance of bees in the ecosystem. You even showed him some pictures of what you had been working on at home because you wanted it to turn out so well that you couldn’t just work on it during school hours.

“So…” you said after finishing your explanation. “What do you think about my project so far?”

Sebastian kept walking, trying to process the flood of information you had just given him in such a short time. While some of the pictures looked like pure chaos, something completely opposite to him, the embodiment of perfection, he had to admit that it was good. Really good, actually.

“Well… it looked fun,” he admitted.

“Are you serious!?” you squealed, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

He gave you a shy smile.

“Yes, of course, I mean it.”

“Oh, look at him! Grumpy Seb handing out compliments so easily!” you shouted again, now bouncing on your feet, earning a few disapproving looks from the teachers passing by. “This calls for me to get you a coffee!”

“Y/N, I don’t feel like having coffee. I already had one this morning, and I don’t think it’s the best idea, considering how nervous I—”

“That’s nonsense!” you interrupted, marching toward the Primary school section. “You’re going to have coffee with me, no matter what, and you’re going to thank me because I’m convinced my coffee is way better than that vending machine garbage you drink daily.”

“I’ll thank you the day not a single one of my students fails one of my exams,” he told you.

The Primary school teachers' lounge was empty when you both walked in. You didn’t say much, just offered Seb a seat and told him to make himself at home while you headed to your locker. The German pulled out the stack of exams once again, ready to continue grading them, if you didn’t annoy him again. As he kept marking the papers, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. Not only were you making him a cup of coffee, but you also seemed to be decorating it. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, you were writing something on a piece of paper.

When you returned, you placed the mug in front of him. It had “Bee positive” written on it, and it was decorated, of course, with a little bee making a heart with its tiny hands. As if that wasn’t enough, you had somehow managed to create an impressive amount of cream, topped with a smiley face that looked like it had been made with cinnamon.

Then, as you took a seat beside him, you slid a note his way, the one he assumed you had been writing earlier.

“Even if you’re having a gray day, remember that you can always make the sun shine! Sincerely, your very own little Miss Sunshine,” followed by a heart and, unsurprisingly, a bunch of smiley faces.

He didn’t know what to say. His eyes, however, when they met yours, seemed to say everything.

“You know, maybe all you need is just a new approach.”

Your sudden change of topic, spoken as you took another bite of your chocolate cupcake, threw him off a little. But he preferred it over the uncomfortable silence you both knew was bound to settle in.

“I’ve already tried, Y/N.”

“Have you tried bribing them?”

Seb narrowed his eyes, impressed and clearly not convinced by what you had just suggested.

“I’m not going to bribe my students, Y/N.”

“Not even by making them work in teams and offering extra credit?” You widened your eyes in surprise. “Have you considered bringing cookies and handing them out? That works incredibly great as a positive reinforcement, trust me”

“I’m not giving my students cookies or anything else,” Seb stated firmly. “I don’t know what to do with them, and that’s what worries me the most. What if I start acting like, no offense, a Primary school teacher, when they’re only two years away from university?”

You shook your head. It annoyed you that Sebastian was so… rigid, so unwilling to change. But what annoyed you even more was that you couldn’t seem to find the right way to help him.

“If you help me with the biodiversity project and actively participate in it, I promise I’ll find a way to make sure all your kids pass the remaining exams this year,” you proposed.

“And what exactly does a primary school teacher know about teenagers and History?”

“First of all, stop being so grumpy with me… I’m just trying to help you!” You huffed, crossing your arms. He wasn’t expecting that answer, and honestly, neither were you. Sebastian straightened in his seat, a bit uncomfortable. “Second, I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeve, but I’m not sharing them until you agree with helping me with the project.”

“Y/N…”

“What is it? What you don’t like: bees, seven-year-olds, or me?"

“I don’t like bees that much, I love being around little kids, and I’m completely captivated by you.”

That was what Sebastian wanted to say. Instead, he stayed silent, absentmindedly playing with the coffee spoon while staring at the note you had written for him.

“You do realize how many exams I still have to grade, right?” was all he managed to reply.

“Seb, you need to relax. I’ve told you before, but I’ll keep saying it as many times as necessary until you actually listen to me.”

“I can’t relax,” Vettel muttered, furrowing his brows. “Do you have any idea how painful it is to read that…?”

You didn’t let him time to finish speaking. You approached him faster than you’d planned, took his face in your hands, and kissed him. At first, Seb was completely caught off guard, but then he placed his right hand on your neck, pulling you closer and making sure the contact between you didn’t break.

Sebastian wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner, while you were more than happy to finally have the courage to take the initiative, especially since it seemed like your work crush was responding with a lot of enthusiasm.

The lack of air forced you to pull away. You readjusted yourself in your seat and couldn’t help but laugh when you saw your lipstick smeared all over Seb’s mouth.

“Did you just…?” Seb tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Yes, and I don’t mind doing it again,” you kissed him once again, but this time it was shorter. “Sebastian Vettel, I need you to stop worrying about those fucking exams and take a break.”

Now, Sebastian couldn’t stop smiling, and that’s exactly when you knew you had won that battle.

“You’re so lucky you’re too cute and beautiful and you’re keeping me at my feet somehow, because I swear I wouldn’t stop talking and be annoying just for you to shut me up by kissing me.”

Your eyes lit up at his tease, and your mouth opened in surprise at what Seb had just confessed.

“Sorry, did you just call me cute and beautiful, and also say you want me to shut you up by kissing you?” you pressed him.

Seb didn’t know what to say. His cheeks started to turn red out of embarrassment.

“If I’d known this was going to happen between us, I should’ve asked you to work together waaaay sooner!” you shouted, jumping up in excitement and sitting on his lap. If he hadn’t grabbed you tightly around the waist and balanced the chair, you would’ve ended up on the floor. “Say it again, come on!”

“No way I’m repeating that, Y/N.”

“Please, Seb,” you pouted, then kissed him all over his face. “Just one more time, please…”

“No.”

“Please…”

“Y/N…”

“Seeeeeeebastian.”

“You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” Seb started, “but, somehow, you’re also my very own Little Miss Sunshine.”

You smiled brightly at his words, but you knew this wouldn’t be the end of things between you.

“I’m not your Little Miss Sunshine yet. At least, not officially,” you teased.

“Oh, really?”

You shook your head.

“I’ll be when you finally have the courage to ask me on a date,” you replied cheerfully, wrapping your hands around his neck and kissing him once more. “I’ve taken the first step and kissed you not once, but twice, so now it’s your turn. We’ve got to work as a team, Seb. Haven’t you learned that all these years working as a teacher?”

[funnier-as-a-system]

Hi this might be a weird question but. How do you know if there are Other People in Your Head? Cuz. My partner who is in a system has been walking me thru symptoms of DID bc. They think I might have DID or smth similar bc of some Symptoms I've Exhibited. But I've never noticed anyone else in my head. (Tho. I am a Notably Different Person rn but I still have memories?? Like I'm missing some but I remember things! I'm just. Suddenly a Different Guy)

(Sorry this is probably stupid u don't have to answer this)

It's not a stupid question at all, anon. Figuring out such things can be difficult even under the best of circumstances, so I'm happy to help.

First things first, having DID doesn't always present as "Other People in Your Head". Sometimes, it can be closer to what you describe, where you're just Suddenly a Different Guy on occasion. Depending on where you live, this experience might fall under OSDD-1 and not DID, but for simplicity's sake, let's just call it DID.

DID is different from person to person. Some folks have very separate and distinct people in their head. Other folks feel more like one entity who becomes different people over time, or as one person who has several facets to them, each with their own unique identity. Still others are somewhere in-between. This middle option(s) sounds a lot like what you describe; within the plural community, you'd probably find the most similarities with median systems, who experience less separation between selves and often describe switches* as more like "becoming someone else" rather than "someone else takes over". They may not actively perceive other selves as Other People in Their Head, but still showcase multiple identities (which correspond with different selves) at different points in time, and may or may not experience memory issues.

* a "switch" is what it's called when whoever is in control of the body changes

Speaking of, memory issues can vary in DID, too. Sometimes you may not remember anything that happened while a different person/guy/self was in control, other times you may remember bits and pieces, still other times you may remember everything but feel disconnected from it, and sometimes you may even have no problems recalling memories at all. Median systems often report fewer or less severe memory issues, although this is not an inherent rule of being median.

There's also the possibility that perceiving the (potential) Other People in Your Head is just a skill you haven't unlocked yet, and right now you're only able to notice when your current identity is different in some way to how it was previously. That's common among those who have DID. In that case, working on communication can help. But it's also okay if you're never able to perceive anyone else in your head. Whether you are or are not a system is not dependent on mastering every trick in the book – especially as you'd be hard-pressed to find a system who finds all of them useful!

I'd recommend looking into median systems and seeing if any of that is relatable to you. You may also wish to look into OSDD-1, but again, depending on where you live, this may not be a separate diagnosis from DID, and not all those with OSDD-1 are or are like median systems. There's no foolproof way to determine if you're a system, but I'd say that's your best bet if you want to find systems who can understand and relate to what you're experiencing.

I hope this helps, and I wish you and your partner luck in figuring things out, anon!

[yanderelegoninjago]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Anon: Can I please get Movie Lloyd x fem reader? When he gets jealous. Because the guy begins to flirt with his girl. (The reader isn’t with Lloyd yet.) And Lloyd is a bit of a Yandere. But, not completely

Lloyd didn't have many friends, because of his father. So, when he met you and you were friendly, he thought he won the lottery or maybe that you weren't real. But you were real! And you were well liked among your peers. [Unlike Lloyd]

Though, there was a part of Lloyd that felt that maybe it was all some joke. Like maybe you didn't actually like him. He never told you about these fears, in fear of sounding crazy, but he couldn't make the thoughts disappear. And these fear came into a boil when he saw a guy flirting with you at a party.

The party was originally for the team to meet up- They had used this party as an excuse to hide the fact that they were meeting up. It would have looked suspicious if a group of teens who never talked were meeting up in secret.

But back to the topic at hand. The voices of his teammates blurred and he couldn't hear them. His attentions was focused on you and whoever was talking to you. Why were they talking to you and why did he feel this terrible feeling.

Suddenly his feet where moving and he didn't even realize it. By the time he approach you, he didn't know what to say. Thankfully, the guy who had been flirting with you was annoyed by Lloyd's presence.

"Uh, call me." He said, waving bye to you.

You waved back, but the minute he was gone, you rolled your eyes.

"Thank god you showed up, that guy wouldn't leave me alone."

Lloyd shyly smiles, before sighing, "Yeah, of course, no problem."

"Besides, why would I want some loser flirting with me when I already like another loser."

"You like someone? A loser? Who??" He asked accusingly, causing you to give him a deadpan stare.

"Nevermind, Lloyd. Let's go."

[momojedi]

Could I have #88 and #97 with Captain Rex, pretty please...??

JUST MARRIED PAIRING: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

#88 | “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married…” #97 | “I want you and I know you want me too.”

GENRE: Fluff WARNING: none A/N: Since I got prompted #88 by an anon who asked for no one in particular, I mixed up your request with theirs. Thanks for requesting!

MASTERLIST | MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

"Mhi solus tome,

Mhi solus dar’tome.

Mhi me’dinui an,

Mhi ba’juri verde."

Intense concentration furrows my brow as I massage my temples, striving to translate the unfamiliar words. "For fuck's sake," I mutter, frustration punctuating each syllable as I kick a nearby pebble with surprising strength, eliciting a muffled groan and the metallic clang of beskar as it ricochets off a distant helmet.

Two weeks may not seem long, especially when operating undercover among a terrorist faction whilst the galaxy is engulfed in war. It would probably be advisable to keep a cool head and avoid making a big deal out of insignificant subjects—such as unfamiliar phrases. However, when those words escape the lips of your longtime crush, delivered with an unexpected fervor while locking passionate eyes with you in a language foreign to your ears...

Well, needless to say, I've devoted more time to overthinking it than I care to admit.

When General Skywalker tasked us with shadowing Death Watch until the Jedi Council reached more intel, I hadn't given it much thought... admittedly, he hadn't specified that by "us" he didn't mean Ahsoka and me, as usual, but rather the captain of the 501st and myself—the very someone I've harboured feelings for since the day we met.

Nevertheless, I maintained my composure, played my part, and stayed under the radar, much like Rex, until Death Watch proposed an elaborate ceremony—a ceremony whose name I could barely pronounce, let alone understand its significance. Before any suspicion could arise, Rex quickly agreed in my place, and now here I am, entangled in some eerie ritual with a military captain whose gaze seemed entranced, so intense was his focus.

"If I had my datapad right now...," I hiss under my breath, casting blame on whoever decided I should leave my sole translation device behind. Likely Skywalker.

The crunch of gravel under heavy boots interrupts my daydreaming. I spin around sharply, only to find the very man haunting my mind approaching. "I figured I'd find you here," Rex hums as he settles beside me. "Yeah," I reply with a dry laugh, brushing the dust off my hands. "Sorry, I suppose I just needed... alone time. After everything yesterday, you know?" Rex's eyes widen almost comically, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. "Oh... yeah."

The ensuing silence gnaws at my nerves, prompting me to pop the question after another agonising five minutes. "Hey, about that... what did those words mean, anyway?" "I'm not sure what you're referring to," Rex responds, avoiding my gaze. I gulp. He can't have forgotten, can he? "Come on, Rex... It seemed significant." After a moment's hesitation, Rex sighs, running a hand over his buzzcut before raising his head to face me, though still evading it. "I..." "Yes?" "Alright, fine. [Name], don't panic, but... we might have accidentally... gotten married."

...

"WHAT?"

"Shh!" Rex quiets me with a gentle hand over my mouth, his eyes darting cautiously around us before he releases me. I shake my head slowly, puzzled. "Sorry, but what?" "The, um, the words... they were Mandalorian wedding vows," he admits, his tone tinged with uncertainty. I can't help but laugh. Married? Us? "You're joking." "Unfortunately not," he replies, a slight smile tugging at his lips, before his expression shifts to sheepishness as he rubs the back of his neck. "Though I do believe you'd make an excellent partner." Suppressing a chuckle, I ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks.

"Actually, I realized we needed a distraction when I overheard some members gossiping behind our backs. They were growing suspicious, so I thought perhaps they'd relax if we participated in some traditions." Rex sighs, examining a pebble he's picked up. I shoot him a hopeful sidelong glance before quickly looking away, feeling my heart quicken.

Force, this man is captivating.

Silence envelops us once more as we both drift deeper into our own thoughts. When I sense the gravel shifting under his weight, I raise an eyebrow. "It wouldn't bother me, you know?" A lump forms in my throat, causing a series of coughs to escape at his words. "Wh-what?" "Being with you." Suddenly, his warm yet weighty hand finds mine. Sweat prickles at my heated skin as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.

"R-rex, are you suggesting...?" "[Name]," he interrupts, turning to face me. Before I can evade his gaze, he gently lifts my chin, compelling me to meet his eyes. I run my tongue over my dry lips, which his gaze is now fixated on. "I want you. And I know you want me, too." His proximity sends shivers down my spine as goosebumps ripple over my arms and back. His newfound confidence is palpable. "I've noticed the way you look at me, how you stare. I know, [name]," he murmurs against my lips, "what do you think?"

I flush, gripping his wrist as I lock eyes with his warm gaze. "I think you're right." Rex chuckles deeply, resonating like a rumble in his chest. "Good." And before I realize it, his lips meet mine,

Time seems to slip away as I surrender completely to the kiss. Eventually, Rex pulls back, leaving me breathless, and flashes me a mischievous grin.

“So, about that wedding night…”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hello!! could i request how the sdv bachelors would react to finding out the farmer has a big plushy collection they have to share a bed with? :3

Yeah :3

Thank you for your ask, dear anon! Enjoy 💕

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Alex:

Alex doesn't remember any toys except for his shabby grid ball (thanks to abusive dad who drank all the money). His mom bought this ball and played with him whenever she was free. Good times... He was grateful even for that old ball and mom's care.

So he's a little unaccustomed among all Farmer's plushies. It's so... unusual.

But the way Farmer sweetly hugs their plushie, immediately melted the athlete's heart, though there was a residue of sadness about his childhood.

Which, however, doesn't stop him from teasing his partner/spouse a little.

"Hehehe, honey, are you still sleeping with your toys?" *Sincerely envies them, but won't admit it out loud*

*And won't admit a photo of him snuggled up with some of their plushies* ("Farmer, you betrayed me!" "Heh.." 💕).

Sam:

Oh, Sammy used to sleep with a lot of plushies, too. He grew out of them then, though, and gave many of the toys to Vincent... He still have some plushies.

"Whoa, I remember that bunny! Mom gave me one just like it, only mine was black. And I won an alpaca just like this one at a fair about eight years ago." Memories, aaaaa!

Totally doesn't mind sleeping with Farmer surrounded by plushies. Even uses some as a pillow (Farmer doesn't mind).

Although he accidentally drops half of the plush toys on the floor (headcanon that Sam is active even while asleep).

Farmer doesn't give snuggles? Sam pretends to be offended and hugs their teddy bunny, showing Farmer "what they're missing" (they give in and give Sam more snuggles before farm work).

Sebastian:

The photo of Sebastian, dressed in all black, lying stone-faced among a dozen pink plush bunnies, became an iconic meme all over the Stardew Valley. Heck, this meme became popular throughout the Ferngill Republic. He became an internet star, hee hee...

Sebastian's actually pretty chill about Farmer's plushies, to be honest. Even thinks it's a very cute quirk of his partner.

Especially since Farmer has plush frogs in his collection! 🐸 Sebastian also has a plush frog, don't ask why, but he can show Farmer too if they want to see.

The local emo is now sure of what gift is sure to make Farmer happy.

With one look, he'll scare whoever somehow finds out about Farmer's collection and teases them. Especially if it is a frog plushie.

Elliott:

Oh my, Farmer's got a huge collection of stuffed animals. They must have been collecting for a long time. And the condition of the plushies is very well preserved - you can tell they've been cared for.

Elliott was interested to hear about where and how Farmer got these plushies. Maybe each of plushies has a story behind them.

He's a little dubious about sleeping with plushies, though, because there are a lot of them. Like, a LOT. So much so that the writer didn't see his favourite person under the pile of plush.

So Farmer will only have to take some of it to bed with him (hopefully the others won't take offence).

Elliott is literally that "Ah yes, me, my spouse, and their huge collection of soft toys." meme. As it is, he doesn't mind at all.

Harvey:

That's pretty adorable. Although Harvey wonders to Farmer, do they really sleep with those plushies every day? Because it might not be very comfortable. Plus he's worried about his their uncomfortable sleeping position, and...

Ah, excuse him. Harvey can't take his doctor's hat off, even in a farm house.

He's a little uncomfortable sleeping with Farmer surrounded by all those toys, after all.

One time Harvey nearly had a heart attack because a huge plush bunny's face was staring at him in his sleep (without glasses, the doctor thought it was a monster).

But also sometimes, when he comes back from a hard day's work at the clinic, he's tired and falls right into a pile of toys. Yoba, they're so soft.

Shane:

"Here we go, Shane. These are my plushies." "Our plushies." "Huh?" Shane lay down on the bed, and the stuffed animals plopped down in a slide on top of him. "Our plushies."

Who would have thought Shane would be taken in by such a Farmer's quirk. He'd never looked so relaxed.

Embarrassed? Why would he? Nobody should give a shit that Farmer still has a collection of cuddly plushies. Farmer shouldn't give a shit about other people's opinions either.

Although Shane had virtually no toys as a child (as in, no normal childhood), he was often surrounded by teddy bears, foxes and other animals (because he was a frequent guest at Jas's tea parties).

Chicken man thinks it's sweet that Farmer still sleeps and talks to stuffed toys. So yeah, no problem with that.

[aphroditelovesu]

Since requests are closing in a few days, I just wanted to put another one in. No rush go get it done of course!

I want to request a oneshot/reaction where Alexander gives reader a really, REALLY expensive necklace. Maybe it's a wedding present, a just because present , or something following the birth of the twins. You can decide what you want to do with that 😁!

Also, I keep picturing a necklace made of opal??? Not only is it a stunning gem stone, but it was also thought to be the tears of Zeus in ancient Greece, which would be an interesting tie to Alexander. Again, it's just a suggestion. You can use whatever gemstone you want!

Thanks, and take care ❤️❤️❤️!

--O-

❝ 📜— lady l: this had been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to write it. I got a little carried away, so it's a little big, but I hope you like it and if you want to order anything else, feel free, anon! Good reading and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: none, just fluff and very soft!Alexander.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,308.

Alexander wanted to find something to give you. Something expensive and extravagant, something that would leave you impressed.

He felt like he owed you that. Not only had you given birth to his children, but you were loved by him and he wanted to please you. He thought of several options: a horse, silk clothes, food and even drink. He still wasn't sure what you might like.

Until he had an idea after talking to Hephaestion. He was the one who gave you the idea of giving you a necklace made from a special and rare gem. And he knew it was the right choice to make.

It was no easy task to get a merchant to have the necklace he liked and deemed worthy of you to wear around your delicate neck, but after the fifth try with a different merchant, he finally knew what your gift should be. He decided to gift you with an opal necklace, a jewel that reflected the beauty and mystery of his passion.

It would change color and he would know that it would look beautiful and graceful on your neck. Everything about you was beautiful and graceful, so the necklace would only stand out on you and no one else.

This opulent piece was adorned with the most dazzling opals that could be found in the entire Empire. Each stone sparkled with vibrant colors, dancing like the aurora borealis reflected in the starry night. The necklace was a unique treasure, a harmony of opalescent hues, displaying hues of celestial blue, emerald green, and royal purple.

The merchant who sold it told him a story about the necklace and it was this story that convinced him to buy it. According to the Persian merchant, legend said that opals were gifts from star spirits, who bestowed their blessings on those who used them with love and wisdom. The necklace was not just a piece of jewelry, but a source of magical power. Its colors and reflections were believed to contain the essence of nature, connecting the wearer to the spiritual realms and bringing fortune and protection.

Whoever owned the opal necklace was seen as a keeper of ancient secrets, an heir to the ancient magic that flowed through the precious stones. It was said that opal possessed the ability to amplify intuition and creativity, allowing the wearer to see beyond the ordinary, opening doors to new possibilities and inspiration.

After this explanation, Alexander knew that this necklace must be yours. Not just because of your story, but because of who you were. From when you really came. No one was more worthy than you.

There was also another version of the story that convinced him to buy it. Knowing how religious Alexander was, the merchant also told him that the opal was made from the tears of Zeus. Long ago, at the beginning of Greek civilization, when the gods walked among mortals, Zeus, the mighty king of the gods, shed tears of joy and sorrow over human fate. These tears, upon touching the earth, transformed into radiant stones known as opals, carrying within them the duality of emotions of the great god.

Thus was born the opal, a legendary gem forged by Zeus' own tears. Each stone was shaped from divine emotions, capturing the essence of heaven and earth. Its unique iridescence reflected not only the colors of the rainbow, but also the contrasting feelings of joy and sadness, hope and despair, harmonized in an eternal dance of light and shadow. Ancient sages believed that the necklace was not just a manifestation of beauty, but rather a link between mortals and the gods. It was said that whoever wore the opal necklace would be enveloped in the protection of Zeus and would have the divine wisdom to navigate life's challenges.

And maybe when little Aella grew up, he could give her a necklace similar to the one he chose for you.

He smiled at the thought and with the necklace inside a small wooden box with gold ornaments, he walked to the room you shared in the Babylonian palace. Straightening his posture, Alexander knocked on the door and after hearing a soft ''come in'', he opened the door and smiled widely when he saw you sitting in a padded chair with Aella in one arm and Cyrus in the other. He fell silent when he realized the twins were asleep.

You looked at him and smiled softly when you saw what he had in his hands. Alexander placed the box on a table next to the bed and approached you, carefully taking Cyrus in his arm. You smiled lovingly when you saw him cuddling the baby in his arms.

Whispering, Alexander says, ''I have something for you.''

You smiled and asked curiously, ''What is it?''

Alexander carefully picked up the box with the arm that wasn't swinging Cyrus and placed him on your lap, looking at you expectantly. You smiled and opened the box with a little difficulty due to the sleeping child in your arms. Your eyes widened when you saw the lush opal necklace. You had never seen such beautiful jewelry.

Alexander, who was watching you like a hawk, smiled at you.

''Alexander, that's…'' You swallowed and took the necklace in your hand, carefully observing its details. The necklace was a magnificent piece, a heavenly masterpiece that captivated the eyes of all who dared to gaze upon it. Every aspect of the necklace was a symphony of intertwined beauty and magic.

The centerpiece of the necklace consisted of a main opal, a generously sized gem that radiated an unparalleled iridescent glow. This central opal was an explosion of celestial color, with soft, shimmering hues that moved like an aurora borealis trapped within the gemstone. Its tones ranged from the deep blue of twilight to the lush green of enchanted forests, and occasional glimpses of the deep red of divine fire.

Around the main opal, a series of smaller opals were skillfully arranged, forming a necklace that seemed to have been woven by the stars' own hand. Each smaller gem had its own color personality, some glowing an ethereal blue, others a crystalline green, and still others with purple and gold hues reminiscent of the sun setting over distant mountains.

The structure of the necklace was as intricate as the reflections of the opals. Delicate strands of gold wove between the gems, creating a sparkling frame that complemented the iridescence of the opals. Small, intricate metal sculptures, decorated with designs that resembled star constellations, adorned the necklace, giving it an aura of ancient magic.

''Do you like it?'' Alexander asked after you remained silent, observing the necklace with a strange expression.

''I loved it.'' You whispered, admiring the necklace. Alexander walked over to you and took the necklace from your hands and placed Cyrus back in your arms, careful not to wake him. He stood behind you and removed your hair from your neck, placing the magnificent necklace around your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the touch of his calloused fingers on your skin and sighed when the necklace was placed on you.

''I'm glad, it suits you.'' He kissed your neck affectionately and you closed your eyes, smiling.

Alexander leaned closer to your ear and whispered, ''When I heard the story about the opal… I knew it would have to be yours and yours alone.''

You opened your eyes and turned your head, looking at him. ''And what is this story?''

Alexander smiled widely and after kissing your forehead, he began to tell you both stories he had heard from the merchant. You just listened in silence, delighting in his words, with your sleeping children on your arm and the weight of the beautiful necklace around your neck.

Your small, loving family.

[yanderes-galore]

Light yagimi (Death Note) Platonic Hcs maybe with a classmate darling 🪲 [Shiny Bug Anon]

Sure, it's been a long time since I wrote anything for Death Note. Here's what I got after watching a summary of the anime events :)

Yandere! Platonic! Light Yagami with Classmate! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, God complex/Egotistical behavior, Manipulation, Murder, Jealousy, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Blackmail mantioned, Forced companionship.

Having Light as an obsessive friend is a... Scary thought.

He's popular among classmates and adored by his family.

He's a genius and before the whole Death Note issue... He seemed like a normal classmate to you.

With the ideal Light has once he gets the Death Note, he's definitely use them to his advantage when it comes to you.

Imagine if during High School you two became friends due to sharing classes together.

Light's charismatic so you may never notice the egotistical messiah complex he gains.

Any dark thing he does is hidden away from your eyes.

He acts as your caring best friend, always giving you smiles and sticking around you.

He seems perfect... There's nothing wrong, is there.

Light seems like he'd be very devoted to his obsession's safety.

He has the power of a God in his hands, he'd definitely abuse it for his darling.

For example, maybe you come crying to him one day about something.

He's confused only for you to admit you've been robbed, assaulted, or some other crime.

Light would definitely make sure whoever did that died immediately.

He's unnerving as any yandere due to the fact he can manipulate so well.

With the Death Note he's even proven to be ruthless.

You and him are close friends and classmates, of course he's extremely attentive to you.

Light no doubt keeps track of your every move.

Even before you became official friends he seemed drawn to you.

Somehow Light's always where you need him to be.

He's often always around and almost seems possessive of you as his friend.

You're purely platonic yet he seems too... close.

Light originally only kills criminals who harm you/are active around you.

Although, as time goes on, he just seems to kill whoever he deems as a danger to you.

I imagine he tries to hide his true nature from you, yet if you find out too much he blackmails you into staying quiet beside him.

Sure, he may be Kira... But he's done nothing but protect you, hasn't he?

However, he's manipulative enough you might not find out.

After all, at school he's compassionate and helpful to you.

Ryuk no doubt finds Light's concern over you amusing.

Even when he's "dating Misa" he's overly caring about his classmate and best friend.

There's times he just seem to act as a caring older brother to you, always seeming to get along well with family.

He's always judging if you have partners or not, trying to deem them trustworthy.

He's another strong yandere when he has the Death Note.

He could easily get rid of rivals, all while tending and caring to you with a compassionate attitude.

There's no need for him to kidnap as he likes to keep appearances.

He has other ways of keeping you locked into supporting him.

If someone tried to use you against him, Light would be pissed.

Yet he'd never harm you.

Normally he kills those who could expose him.

But he just knows you won't talk.

You trust him too much.

Even when you've graduated and aren't classmates anymore, Light still keeps you close and in contact.

He often calls you, asks you about your day, and could listen to you talk for hours.

He wants you to be close with his family so they can support his obsession.

Overall, Light would put on acts around his classmate darling.

You easily trust everything he says as he's not only popular but your friend.

You're mostly oblivious to his killings and his stalking.

A trait he pities yet exploits.

But hey, that's okay!

He'll be sure to protect and preserve such an innocence... You two are close!

With his help... You'll be happy and safe in the new world he plans to create.

"What did you say happened to you? Tell me... I'll make it all better. It's what friends are for, right? Now give me a name...."

[horizonzerodawnaesthetic]

NSFW Headcanons for Kotallo

Anon asked: may i request nsfw (if you are comfy with it ) hc’s for Kotallo?

Here you are, under the cut of course! NO minors allowed!

I definitely see him as the more dominant partner in bed, sure he’ll let his partner take the lead if they say they want to, but he will happily take the lead in bed.

Like he has to trust you before he lets you take control/top him, but you better be able to please him, because he’s not afraid to take the reins back and lead you both to your finish.

I can't really go much further without explaining Tenakth culture (or at least, how I perceive it). Much like ancient Sparta, I don't think the Tenakth have many restrictions when it comes to sex. In fact, I believe it's accepted and encouraged among squads and clans to build comradery and relieve stress.

With that being said, I don't think Kotallo has many hangups, and he's hella experienced and knows what he wants. He also knows how to please whoever he's with, no matter what they've got going on.

He's also a pleaser. His main focus is on you, but don't worry, he'll get there along the way. 

A warrior's lifestyle means he has to be ready at a moment's notice. Which means he can get you there in a matter of minutes if need be. 

However, if you asked what he wanted, if he were to get his way, he would take it nice and slow. 

And by slow I mean slooooow, like clear your schedule because it's going to be an all day affair. There's foreplay to the foreplay, and aftercare for the aftercare. He will go for multiple rounds until neither of you can walk. You’re probably going to need the next day off too just to recover.

I certainly see him having an oral fixation. He loves to keep his mouth busy during sex. He’s not much of a talker, so this is how he puts his mouth to use.

I don’t think he’s very vocal, mostly grunting and sweet talking if anything, but he won’t shush you unless he’s worried you’ll attract unwanted attention. And if you’re silent yourself, he may encourage some more noise out of you, but won’t push you past your comfort level. 

Personally I don’t see him having many kinks or fetishes, but I think he’d be open to at least trying pretty much anything.

[gotham-daydreams]

Heeeeeyyy,

I don't want to be pressuring, but how will they even find y/n. Like, they're so many people in Gotham, and they know nothing about them except from thire own name. And if they were found, would they put up a fight? 🤔 she could beat tim in a one on one, with her being a black belt and all... so how will the capture be like?

From

👾anon

You're good! No worries.

As for your questions, I will say that how the Batfam ends up finding the reader is revealed in the 3rd part. Though I will drop a small spoiler and say that they don't get kidnapped... not right away, anyway ;] (or at least not in the part I'm currently writing, as of right now.)

It is still angsty, and honestly I'd say pretty heart wrenching since, y'know, it doesn't go well at all. Which I'm sure pretty much everyone expected-

Though, I will say that if anything where to happen, the reader would definitely put up a fight! Granted, they don't want to fight the Batfam- not because they can't fight at all (and as you've mentioned, they do have a black belt (as mentioned in "Not Here"), and they do have some experience in boxing as mentioned in "Not Tonight" (though I can't recall at the moment if it's also mentioned in "Not here"), among other things that could help them out in a fight), but because to them, I can imagine it's more of a last resort kind of thing. If they have to, they will, and considering the Batfam? They definitely will.

For one-on-one fights? Yeah, the reader probably could beat Tim, and maybe get scarily close to beating Steph (or just flat out beating her too). For Dick and Jason, I think they'd honestly need a little more polish and refinement on their skills and fighting style to actually beat them, but they could get a little close. As for Damian and Cass? Ehh, they'll definitely need more training and experience for that. Both are trained to be weapons before anything else, and working with Batman isn't exactly going to make that suddenly go away. If anything- it'll probably put the skills you learned from that experience to the test (fighting/combat wise, anyway).

I don't think I have to even mention Bruce, but if that were to happen the reader would like to think they at least got halfway there to beating him, and they'd probably be half right.

Though, this is all just on strength, agility, skill, reaction time and such alone. Everyone in the Batfam easily has quicker reflexes compared to the reader, and more experience when it comes to combat (not that the reader doesn't have their own fair share of experience, but y'know), but the reader would definitely try to use their head more than just fight the family head on (which is just... asking for failure and disaster).

Even if it isn't going to be easy to out smart the World's Greatest Detective, or someone with a mind like Tim- not to mention Oracle being on their side. Or really just, anyone trained under the Batman, at all. It isn't impossible.

So, in a situation where the reader has to fight someone from the Batfam, they'll try to utilize both their brain and brawn. So, if they can't beat whoever they're fighting, at the very least they can get away from the fight and escape. Which they definitely have better odds at succeeding in since they took track and field as mentioned in "Not Here." The reader might try to take down whoever they're up against depending on who it is, but I will say that they'll mostly choose to have a smooth getaway more often than not.

Again, like you said, Gotham is a big place- they could probably get away for a little while, if nothing else. :]

Besides, the reader could also unintentionally suprise the Batfam with some of their skills and techniques when it comes to combat, but I don't think it'll be enough to throw any of them off enough to beat them- but that also depends what caused the Batfam's surprise and how big their reaction was to it. So, now that I'm really thinking about it, it's possible to catch them off guard and defeat them that way. Unlikely- but possible. (Also because it depends on how certain members of the Batfam view the reader and their own fighting capabilities. Since that can really determine how shocked or surpised they'll get at certain things. Which I'll say right now- despite the awards in your room, some definitely don't think you can defend yourself, or could hold up well in a 'real' fight. Dick is one of them.)

Nevertheless, how would a kidnapping play out?

Honestly, it really depends on multiple things.

1. Why they resorted to kidnapping above everything else. (Which can vary from you being in danger (from their perspective), or just them just getting impatient.)

2. Who is doing the kidnapping. (Which can be multiple people.)

3. How whoever is kidnapping you, plans to do it.

4. How urgently they want to kidnap you (which can affect #3).

5. Do they have a plan, or are they doing it impulsively?

6. How likely are they to mess up, and if they do, how quickly can they recover.

These can all change and differ, with the reader's reaction and action changing accordingly, but again, it depends. In some situations the reader may be put into a position where they can't fight back. Or maybe they realizing what's going on much too late. Maybe they even fight back and manage to get away, or they fight back but their attempts are fruitless in the end. If the Batfam fucks up, even a little bit or unintentionally, the reader could take advantage of that- but that's if whoever is trying to kidnap them can or can't recover fast enough.

Sure, the chances of anyone in the Batfam messing up are low, and go even lower depending on who you're talking about. However, those chances are never zero, and again- the Batfam doesn't really know much about the reader at all. With some knowing more than others, sure, but you also have to take into account that some of these people are going to be selfish as yanderes, and don't want to share certain pieces of information about the reader with one another because maybe they want to be the only one to know about whatever they're keeping to themself.

Hence, making it more likely for mistakes to happen, but the Batfam is also really good at what they do- which is also why how quickly they can recover from said (most likely unintentional) mistake or slip up is kind of important. Seeing as it can make or break the reader's chances of escaping successfully.

Not to mention that certain pairs work better than others, but depending on what leads up to the kidnapping- some unlikely teamups could be made. They could either get in the way of each other, or work scarily well. Though solo attempts are also possible- let's be honest, with how most of the yanderes feel about the reader at this point in the series, that's not going to happen. They all want to see and meet the reader as quickly as possible, to a point where they're almost borderline not allowed to see you without being in pairs or something. Not because they want to stick together necessarily (most do want to just, be with the reader alone, after all), but because of their own selfishness, greed, and sometimes jealousy. (Though there are some exceptions, like part 3.)

Basically: who knows? It can go one of many ways, and depending on which way it goes, the reader could possibly escape or just be left helpless at the hands of the Batfam. As for THE kidnapping? I'm not gonna spill, we'll see how things go :]

Tldr:

1. How the Batfam finds the reader is explained in Part 3 and I'm not spoiling.

2. Yeah, the reader will fight if they have to- and stand a better chance against some of them compared to others. Though for the most part would use their brain and, if they can't defeat someone, they'll make a quick getaway instead, and have higher chances of succeeding in that. Though it is possible for them to catch whoever they're fighting off guard, and defeat them that way.

3. How the reader reacts and acts to a kidnapping highly depends on the kidnapping itself, and who is trying to do it. The reader may or may not be able to fight back depending on the situation, and there is more room for mistakes because the Batfam doesn't know much about the reader — and if someone does know more they'll probably keep it to themself out of selfishness. The chance for a slip up is small, but could be enough for the reader to get away.

- As for the actual kidnapping that may or may not happen in the series, and how that'll go with everything? I'm not spilling, sorry!

Hope this answered your question! If it didn't, I apologize and I can clarify anything specifically that may have confused you or anyone else in another ask.

If anyone else has a question, or you yourself have another question, feel free to send in an ask! I'm trying to answer these as much as I can while writing the 3rd part, if you couldn't tell!

[sailorshadzter]

recently this post circled back into my notifications

& it struck me with some inspiration. so i present to you... part 1 of what will likely have additional parts at some point! shout out to that original anon for asking the question & to whoever liked/reblogged and brought it back to my attention~!

The day he swears his oath to Sansa, their father pulls him aside.

From the side of the glittering room they watch the handsome knights and beautiful ladies mingle among one another in the Red Keep, celebrating the betrothal of their golden-haired prince and the beautiful Northern born girl, one of the happiest days King’s Landing has seen in the months of their king’s rule. “That is what you must protect,” Ned Stark says softly, gesturing towards the young redheaded girl, her golden gown swinging as Joffrey elegantly twirls her out and back in once more. She’s smiling, she’s radiant, she’s beautiful. “That smile, that happiness, that girl.” Ned forces his eyes from the sight that is his daughter, grown far too old to be that little girl that used to sit upon his knees. “Promise me, Jon, promise me that you will protect her with your life.” He cannot explain it, but there is a chill to his heart, a concern that far surpasses that of a father leaving his daughter for the first time. “Protect her, Jon… Promise me.” Somehow, in the depths of his mind, he hears Lyanna whispering the very same thing.

Jon turns back, just so he might spare his half sister one last glance… His heart fills with warmth, threatening to overflow. When he looks back to his father, twin gray eyes meet, and Jon nods, his single, solemn oath.

His vow he would never forget.

[ x x x ]

Six weeks later, their father is dead. 

Jon wakes each and every morning with a heaviness in his heart- the anguish of this loss met with the blow of facing her at every turn. He knows it to be wrong, horrible even, but he cannot help but to blame Sansa for what’s happened. He cannot forget the sight of her over the last few weeks, with her hair twisted in braids to match the queen’s. Why even the very day of their father’s execution she had stood up there in her lovely silk gown, auburn hair braided back with gold thread, her hair an exact copy of Cersei’s. Even her dress, which once had reflected her Northern heritage, became more and more Southern with each passing day. 

And so he cannot help to feel bitter, for while she’s become part of the royal family like she was born to it, he is an outsider. While he mourns deeply for the father they’ve lost, she smiles and waves from the balcony on Joffrey’s arm, as if it does not affect her in the slightest. 

Worse yet…

There’s that rumor that it was her testimony, her words, that sent their father to the headsman. 

And Jon truly cannot fathom forgiveness, no matter how loudly his father’s words echo in his mind… Protect her, Jon… Promise me… How could he protect her when she was a traitor? When she had sacrificed their beloved father for her own benefit… To integrate herself with the family she was to become a part of, as if they mattered at all, as if her own Stark name meant so very little to her. 

His mind ceases it’s whirling as he approaches her door, coming as he does every morning, to fetch her down for the morning meal. When he knocks, it takes a moment longer than usual for her handmaiden to appear, opening the door with her usual curtsy. This time however, Sansa does not appear at her back, ready to go; instead, the handmaiden, Shae was her name, beckons for him to step inside, so he does, crossing the threshold and allowing the door to swing closed behind him. “My lady will be just a moment,” Shae says in her accented voice, dark eyes meeting Jon’s- for a moment it feels as if she wishes to say something more, but she turns and disappears through the door to Sansa’s bed chamber. 

It takes but a few minutes before the door swings open and Sansa steps out, Shae on her heels. “Good morning,” she greets as he turns to face her, offering her usual smile, hands clasped before her. Jon notices at once there’s a paleness to her face that’s not been there before, her blue eyes tired in their gaze. She looks unwell, in truth, now that he looks a bit closer. The rose gown, the same once she wore the day of their father’s execution, hangs from her frame in places it once did not.

Gods, how had he missed it?

Shame floods him, hot and steady, his father’s voice ringing in his ears… Protect her… 

He was not fit to be her guard, not fit to be her brother; in the weeks it’s been since they had lost their father, had lost Arya, he had forgotten what it had felt like to want to keep her safe. In his own grief, his own need to put things to understanding, he’s perhaps unfairly accused her of doing things she’s not even done. Not once has he stopped to think of how she felt in the aftermath of their father’s death. Not once has he stopped to think of what the world around them would say if she didn’t side with her husband to be in this situation. Not once has he stopped to think about what would happen to her if she didn’t go along with every single thing the Lannister’s did or said… He’s met Joffrey, after all, there was no disagreeing with him. 

“Jon…” Her voice draws him back and he swallows, holding his head a little higher. “Are you alright?” She questions and he nods, offering her his arm as he always does, not inwardly flinching when she places her hand to his elbow. Her skin, which was once soft and warm, is now cold to the touch. 

Another dagger to his aching heart. 

They walk down to the main floor of the palace, to the great hall where they will dine with the rest of the court- there Joffrey waits for her, his knights hovering at his either side. “My lady,” he greets with a sickly sweet smile, his green eyes flashing dangerously in the torchlight. “You look beautiful this morning,” he continues, offering her his arm instead of Jon’s. She spares Jon just one last glance before she steps forward, taking Joffrey’s arm so they might walk through the double doors, leaving Jon there to hear his last words: “... A walk after the meal, my lady, it will do you good to have some fresh air…” 

[ x x x ]

That night, he stands at the door to her room, concern flowing through his veins. 

She had not attended the evening meal nor could he find her in any of her usual places, forcing him to check this one final place. He raises his hand to knock and after what feels like an eternity, the door creaks open just enough for him to see the brown eye peering through the crack. “My lady is indisposed,” Shae says without preamble, making way to close the door, but Jon slips his foot through the crack before she can. “My lady is abed,” she says, sharper now, in a tone which dares him to argue.

But before he can open his mouth to do so, he hears Sansa’s soft voice calling from within… “It’s alright Shae, let him in.” And though she looks as if she would rather do anything else, Shae sighs and steps back, pulling the door open and allowing Jon to step through. 

He does not see her at first, but then catches sight of her, curled up into the window seat on the eastern wall. She wears her dressing robe, her long red hair falling down her back in soft waves, her feet tucked up beneath her. “Sansa…” He speaks her name the first time in what feels like an eternity- the title she holds no longer anything but family. She stiffens, but slowly does she turn to face him, her feet making their way back to the floor as she comes to fully face him.

And just like that, his world stops spinning.

The lips that curve around the syllable of his name are broken and bruised, proof of a fist that has connected with it. He’s rushing forward then, just as she’s rising up to her full height, his heart frenzied and his eyes widening. “Seven hells Sansa, what happened to you?” He nearly shouts and she flinches, the gesture filling him with even more rage. “Sansa, tell me what happened…” He encourages, softer now, watching as her battered lip quivers with her fight to keep from crying. 

Instead of answering, she pushes past him, shaking her head. From where she stands across the room, Shae swallows against her own emotions; she alone knew what this girl suffered through and though she often begged her to tell someone, anyone else, her lady was unwilling, though it was fear that prevented her. But perhaps now, for the first time since her father’s death, she might open up to the one person who could protect her from the abuse. And so she ducks out of the room, quietly closing the door to her bedchamber behind her, giving them just a few minutes of privacy.

“Sansa…” He’s coaxing her quietly, his hand slowly reaching out as to not startle her. He turns her back around, that same hand moving upwards, cupping her chin so he might get a better look at the injury she’s suffered. Gently he swipes his thumb across it, across her plump lower lip, his chest tight and his heart skipping a beat. “Did Joffrey…”

At once she’s taking a step back, out of his grasp, shaking his head. “Not him,” she says softly, hauntingly, making him realize at once what she means. Not Joffrey, but rather one of his so-called knights- men twice her size, twice her strength. To think a man of any kind would put his hands upon a woman, let alone the woman he would someday call his queen. 

Anger surges through him, white hot and rampant, unlike any feeling he’s ever felt before. It doesn’t matter if this was the first time, or even if it would be the only time. They would pay for putting their hands upon her in such a violent way. “I won’t let them get away with this,” he snarls, turning on his heel as if he means to storm from her room, as if he means to rush into these knights chambers and beat them relentlessly for what they’ve done. He would, for the first time in his life, allow his anger to get the best of him and he would do as he likely should have done weeks ago.

He would fight for her.

“Jon, stop!

Her cry forces him to hesitate, his back to her, his eyes on the door. “Please, don’t go,” she says, reaching for his hand in a way she’s never done before, turning him back to face her. Her blue eyes, tired as they are, are haunting in their gaze. Those were eyes that have seen far more than anyone ever should have- he wonders what else she’s not telling him. What else has those eyes seen that his have not? “Please, you mustn’t feud with them.” She speaks quickly, quietly, her hands still holding fast to his. “I know you don’t care for me…” Her words are softer now and a single tear streaks her ivory cheek. “But you are my brother and I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.” 

I know you don’t care for me… Her words hit him harder than perhaps even the sight of her injury did. Once more, like earlier in the day, he’s filled with shame. With regret. “I care for you a great deal, Sansa,” he says without hesitation, speaking the truth that sits deep within his heart. “Losing father… It’s changed me…” She bows her head and at once he sees the guilt that fills her eyes- she blamed herself, just as he had blamed her too. “I haven’t been there for you as I should have been…” He goes on, his words forcing her gaze back up to meet his. “And I’m sorry for that. I should have been there… I should have been there to protect you from this.”

Whatever words she thinks she might say disappear there on the tip of her tongue as the tears overflow and trail the curve of her cheeks. Jon is there then, catching each one with his fingertips, leaning in, the closest he’s ever been before, pulling her into an embrace as they’ve never shared before. 

And a short while later, when Shae dips her head out of the bedchamber, to ensure her lady is well, she finds her smiling as she’s not done in several weeks, settled into place beside her brother, seemingly happy.

It was all she could ask for, at least for now.

[sophieinwonderland]

Alright... let's talk seriously about what widespread plural acceptance and visibility means for anti-endos

If anyone has been following recent drama, I responded to a hate anon with an... overly bleak description of what plural acceptance would look like for anti-endos. That description included, among other things, a prediction that they would lose everyone they love.

The thing is, I don't believe that. (Well, maybe for that specific anon, because the type of person who casually throws around threats to bash people's heads in isn't the type of person to maintain a lot of healthy social relationships and it would be in the best interest of everyone associated with them to go their separate ways.)

But people with harmful beliefs do still find places to keep those beliefs alive.

What I do think will happen though is that what's been a mostly online issue up until now won't be mostly online for long, and anti-endos will need to learn to cope with that.

So here's the more nuanced version of that prediction:

I believe a plural wave is coming

I don't know when. Maybe it will sneak up on us and the world will be more plural before we realize it.

Right now, it's happening slowly. But on the academic front, we're at least getting a lot more research into non-disordered systems over the past decade where none existed before. A new paper even includes a system using their system name as author(s)

We have tools like Simply Plural and Pluralkit. Apparently even mods like Switchy for Minecraft which came as a total surprise to me to learn of.

And younger systems are more willing to want to be open as systems in their daily life which will have a cascading effect and give other young systems the courage to be as well.

As systems become more visible, not only will more be willing to be out, but more will discover their plurality and more people will want to be systems. And luckily, the tulpamancy community has a wealth of resources that can accommodate them and help them create their own headmates.

Amidst all of this, I believe the expanding metaverse and VR dissociation may contribute to plurality in a way nobody really expected.

What may really kick things off would be huge and influential celebrities coming out and positioning themselves as plural activists. It hasn't happened yet, but feels like a matter of time.

How Anti-Endos React to This Changing World Will Determine How They'll be Treated

It won't be as simple as "everyone you love will abandon you for being anti-endo." But endogenic systems will become more common and you'll have to interact with them in your daily life.

If in 20 years, your niece comes out as a system and they want their family to refer to them by the names of whoever is fronting... how you treat them may determine how people in your family treat you. If you disrespect them or fakeclaim their system, even in private amongst other relatives, you may find yourself in a position where other members of the family don't want to associate with you anymore.

The same may be true of people coming out in friend groups, churches, workplaces, etc.

You may find yourself in a position where you're expected to regularly interact with an endogenic system, and to do so respectfully towards their headmates in your daily life. And that's going to be a tough pill to swallow.

It's going to be hard for anti-endos to adapt, and if they treat endogenic system offline like they treat us online, a lot of relationships are going to be destroyed by their own bigotry, and a lot of their friends and loved ones may abandon them due to their behavior.

And doing so... is the right thing to do. If someone has to choose between their endogenic children and an anti-endo sibling who refuses to adapt accept them, it should be an easy choice.

But it's going to hurt.

People will get hurt because no change, even positive change, can be entirely painless for everyone. And for bigots who build their identity around hating a group of people, those people they hated being out and proud in public will be painful for them.

In order to make the world safer for people like the niece in this hypothetical and all the endogenic and mixed origin systems of the future, it's going to need to become more hostile towards people spreading hate against us.

For the Anti-Endos Looking For a Reason to Hate Me...

Here it is.

Every action I take is made with the goal of creating a world where you may be exposed to endogenic systems frequently in your day-to-day-life and that shift is going to hurt you if you're unwilling to adapt to it.

Hurting people is not the primary objective.

But neither am I ignorant of what the consequences of fighting for plural acceptance will be for those on the other side. A world that's truly safe for endogenic and mixed origin systems to exist in public is going to be hostile and unaccepting towards anti-endos.

[physics-of-one-piece]

Ok that cd doffy and rosi gave me such a jumpscare. Also in all honesty sometimes i be thinking about doffy just deadass not knowing that women(folks with them parts) can even cum. Like rosi totally does,so much so that if his room is anywhere near doffys doffy aint getting sleep. Them nightmares aint what wake him its whoever rosi is tearing up at booty in the morning. Doffy assumes rosi is finally like killing someone or something until doffy comes across reader. Reader whos either the one that he finally has interest in legitimately or his favorite sex worker or maid or whatever the hell who just snaps cause they cant take it anymore something along the lines of "you wanna rule everything,find the one piece but you cant find my clit if it was on the side of your face". Reader either forcibly teaches doffy(cause i think it would be funnier that way). Or doffy gets curious by wondering the hell are they on 🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛anon

I'm fckn cackling. Love this ask. Sorry for giving you a jumpscare I just got CD Doffy on my mind I fear 😔🤣

I have to defend Canon Doffy here, though, because trust me, he would not have women getting all over him on that couch in that chapter if he didn't know how to make them cum & where the clit is. Yeah, they're probably also paid to be there, but they would not be WILLINGLY over him if he didn't know how to work a woman's clit. He literally holds his tongue out very often that is literally a show of... Well, you know. Oda very purposefully drew him and designed him and dressed him to say a lot about his character - you know what the message is? "This character is popular among the ladies and it isn't for his fashion sense or personality." Aka "this flamboyant char is a horny mfr who has sex a lot and makes the ladies happy"

Canon Doffy KNOWS where the clit is. Canon Doffy KNOWS. He is a horny, cunty, very sexual guy. He KNOWS.

That "you can find the one piece but can't find my clit" is so fckn savage I should not be laughing but I am 🤣🤣

Omg, but the Doffy being woken by Rosi comment I am HOWLING.

He would totally like sneak his head in through Rosi's door and be like "how the fuck are you making her moan so much, I wanna KNOW" and then he just strolls into the room and demands to be taught.

Reader forcibly teaching Doffy, sign me the fuck up, I want a one shot. 🤣🤣

Anyway, Canon Doffy totally knows where the clit is, I'm sorry, anon, there is like NO WAY Canon Doffy DOESN'T KNOW. Why do you think he holds out his tongue? It's his mating invitation ritual, saying "I will use this tongue on your clit, babe, come find me in Dressrosa 😉😘😜"

Celestial Doffy, though... Gods help him. And by Gods, I genuinely mean GODS. Because.... He has no active reason to seek out the clit.

Celestial Doffy. Knows. Absolutely. Nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. He fckn shoves his dick in the closest female slave, thrusts and gets his happy minutes (or hours if he wants to torture the poor girl, you can't tell me he doesn't do some sort of denial kink just to see the slaves squirm I feel so sorry for those women, run girl, run) and then goes on his merry way. What I fear the most is his fckn STAMINA (I mean, we did all watch the same fight this guy is a TANK). This guy can fuck for a while, and in multiple rounds.

What I am currently thinking is just how immature should CD Doflamingo be? It depends whether he goes back to the Downs and then reclaims his status, or whether his family stays in Mariejois.

Bcs those are very different CD Doffys. One got a wake-up call.

The Mariejois born and raised did not. And somehow - SOMEHOW - that fckn terrifies me bcs he has everything to lose.

He probably would hate being like his fat peers so we know he'd train and be in shape and probably still start the underground business. And he would PROBABLY get his Devil Fruit cus he hears about them and is like "okay, I'm getting one 😃" and is then trained by Tsuru for YEARS while Rosi does a "I want to help people" and still goes to join the Marines.

The "terrifying and cruel" Mariejois born and raised CD! Doffy is fighting against the "immature spoiled asshole throwing temper tantrums but also somehow so very pathetic and needy and clingy once he experiences Reader cumming around his cock and it's like a whole new world opened up for him" Mariejois born and raised CD! Doffy.

Reader is doing a lot of mental gymnastics to survive CD! Doffy except in that Rosi's Wife!Reader but both brothers being Celestial Dragons fic.

The rest of them? Where Doflamingo picks Reader as his wife? Only one of those fics is wholesome, kinda - and even that one has dark undertones bcs Reader is like submitting from the get-go

I wrote three of these fics yesterday (just as drabbles/unfinished one shots)

I wish I could feel guilty, but I honestly don't.

Thank you for this great ask, 🐦‍⬛anon!

[aedislumen]

"Robespierre, captain of the Terror: *sarcastic and annoyed* why don't you tell us how you got into prison because you made your ex-girlfriend's father mad. You love that story, don't you?" (･⁠o⁠･⁠;⁠)

What...wait, can you explain this to us? What happened? When? Or it's just a rumor...

(in reply to this)

Rumor? eheh...

What if I told you, anon, that in 1789 Lazare Carnot stormed the house of a noble early in the morning, challenged him to a duel shouting he had more right to marry Mademoiselle de Bouillet than him, because for eight years he, Carnot, had been the owner of her heart and bed? What if I told you that this episode and what followed shortly after got Monsieur de Bouillet, the girl's father, so mad he did everything in his power to put Carnot into jail and that he managed to do so through a lettre de cachet? What if I told you that while Robespierre was sitting comfortably among the seats of the Third Estate, his poetry companion was grieving in Bethune's prison, victim of an injustice?

Would you believe me? Probably not, because someone wouldn't expect such a thing from a stern, cold mathematician.

But... It happened. It's real history. That he tried to hide, because he wasn't proud of it (there's no mention of it in his Mémoirs). But it happened.

And the full story is even more exciting that the way I put it!

I planned to talk about it eventually, but I was already preparing a post on why, in my humble opinion, Carnot became a thermidorian. I leave the decision to whoever reads this.

[herefortarlos]

My main issue with the lack of promo is that I just don't get why they're doing it? Or rather not doing it. Like why is there NOTHING? Yes the show is probably cancelled (I am still in denial) we get it but it's still running on your channel? And also not just any show but one of the most successful ones. And the rationale part of me understands why they do more for the surf show. It has no fanbase yet and never will have bc it fucking sucks and hopefully will be cancelled after this first season so it needs a bit more support right? But there was literally one day where they did FIVE posts about the surf show within 24 hours??? And I was like this is insanely excessive?? So I understand from a marketing perspective that there needs to be done more for that show but fully dropping Lone Star and tbf any other fox show as well just doesn't make any sense. The official Lone Star account has a thick layer of dust covering it at this point and what happened to that one social media manager whose name I unfortunately forgot but who seemed to have been obsessed with Lone Star and who did the Tarlos games with Ronen and Rafael for example? Like she was seen on set a couple of times while they were filming but nothing Lone Star related was ever posted. Was she fired or already appointed another job when the cancellation was official and all the promo material left with her?? I just don't get it. What brings me great joy though is that even though the Lone Star posts are rare they ALWAYS outnumber any other post by the thousands when it comes to likes and comments and I hope it's a slap in the face of whoever is responsible for the social media accounts.

Your guess is as good as mine, anon! FOX and DramaClub really are acting like Lone Star barely exists anymore and it drives me up a wall, seeing the lack of effort they put into things from their awful graphic design to posting previous season episode clips and screenshots, instead of anything actually new for Season 5. And I knowwwww, I see it too, them posting thing after thing for that damn surf show and we're lucky if there is one Lone Star related thing among all of that on their stories at all! I genuinely think part of it is they want their surf show to get higher ratings than LS so they can be like, "see, we made the right choice", but I love how even with their lack of LS promotion, as of last week LS outperformed their shitty surf show! Imagine what Lone Star's rating could have been with a little more promotion 🙃 And I only know so much about what happens BTS and with crew, but I wouldn't be surprised if that social media woman, who I still adore because she has given us so much fun BTS, had to find some other work or was put on to promote another show, because as we have seen, it seems that once Lone Star finished shooting it was no longer cared about after that. And we know there's still something they did with Ronen holding that yes or no sign, that we still haven't gotten the video for, but here's hoping we might get that in the next weeks or so 🤞. Hahaha, and yes, I absolutely feel the same way about the amount of activity on their surf show posts vs the amount of activity that their Lone Star posts get!! I mean, I remember when another Instagram account, thewrap, were the ones that posted Carlos' introduction as a Texas Ranger, and tagged the FOX and 911LS accounts, it has almost 170K watches but for some reason, that account does not have their likes on, but I can only imagine the number of likes that post has! Just goes to show what the fans and even some of the casual viewers want to see more of!

Hope you're having a good weekend/start to your Monday anon, depending on where you are in the world!!

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member being babysat by Aespa

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: Hi I want to request where y/n is still underage and the others members have a schedule outside of seoul and they contact aespa asking if they could look after y/n and they were happy to, y/n took a liking towards all of them especially to karina and winter. They play with y/n and get to know her. By the end of the night y/n sleeps cuddling with karina and winter. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The city of Seoul was alive with the vibrant energy that could only be found in the heart of South Korea. On a sunny morning, the members of TWICE, one of the nation's most beloved K-pop groups, were bustling about their dorm, preparing for a busy day. Among them was Y/N, the 10th and youngest member of the group and still underage, who was eagerly getting ready for the day ahead.

It was a day that TWICE had been looking forward to for a long time. They had a schedule outside of Seoul, which meant they had to leave their youngest member behind. While the maknae was responsible and capable of taking care of herself, the other members wanted to make sure she wouldn't be lonely in their absence.

Nayeon, the eldest member and the unofficial leader of TWICE, took out her phone and dialled a number. It was a number she had saved in her contacts, belonging to the members of Aespa, a junior girl group from SM Entertainment. Nayeon had met the Aespa members during various music shows and events, and they had formed a friendly bond.

The call was answered by Karina, one of the Aespa members. 

Karina - Hello, Nayeon unnie! How can we help you today?

Nayeon smiled warmly, feeling a sense of relief knowing that Aespa was willing to assist. 

Nayeon - Hi, Karina. We have a schedule outside of Seoul today, and our Y/N is still underage. We were wondering if you and the other Aespa members could look after her for the day.

Karina's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. 

Karina - Of course, we'd be happy to help! Y/N is such a sweetheart, and we'd love to spend time with her.

Nayeon was grateful for the offer and motherly smiled. 

Nayeon - Thank you so much, Karina. We'll drop our child off at your dorm on our way to the schedule. She's really excited to spend time with you all.

After ending the call, Nayeon informed the rest of the TWICE members about the arrangement. Y/N's face lit up with excitement at the prospect of spending the day with the Aespa members. She had always admired their talent and charisma, and the idea of getting to know them better was a dream come true.

A short while later, the members of TWICE arrived at Aespa's dorm, with TWICE's sunshine in tow. As they entered the dorm, the Aespa members greeted them with warm smiles.

Karina, who had taken charge of organizing the day, beamed at Y/N. 

Karina - Hi, kiddo! We're so happy you're here with us today.

Y/N couldn't contain her excitement as she jumped up and down. 

Y/N - Hi, Karina unnie! Hi, everyone! I can't believe I get to spend the day with you all!

Giselle, another Aespa member, ruffled Y/N's hair playfully. 

Giselle - We're excited too! Let's have a great time together.

The Aespa members wasted no time in making the youngest feel at home. They played games, chatted about their experiences as idols, and even sang a few songs together. Y/N was in awe of their talents and found herself bonding with each of them in different ways.

Winter, known for her sweet and gentle nature, took TWICE's angel under her wing. She showed Y/N how to create beautiful handmade accessories, and the two of them spent hours crafting and sharing stories. Y/N admired Winter's patience and kindness, feeling like she had found a new friend.

Karina, with her charismatic presence, couldn't help but capture the younger girl's attention. They danced together, and Y/N marvelled at Karina's incredible skills. Karina's encouraging words filled her dongsang with confidence, and she couldn't have asked for a better dance partner.

As the day turned into evening, the Aespa members decided to cook a delicious meal together. Winter and Karina joined forces in the kitchen, while the others set the table. Y/N eagerly assisted with tasks like chopping vegetables and setting the table, feeling like a part of their close-knit group.

Dinner was a feast of laughter and shared stories. TWICE's lovebug had never felt more welcome and loved by a group of people she had just met. Aespa's warm and friendly demeanour made her feel like she had known them for a lifetime.

After dinner, the group decided to wind down with a movie night. Y/N snuggled up between Karina and Winter on the couch, feeling content and secure. The movie played on the TV screen, but TWICE's kid couldn't help but steal glances at her newfound friends.

At some point during the movie, Y/N rested her head on Karina's shoulder, and Winter draped a cosy blanket over them. The room was filled with the soft glow of the TV, and the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

As the movie came to an end, Y/N felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her eyes drooped, and she yawned. Karina and Winter exchanged a knowing look and gently guided her to one of the bedrooms in the dorm.

Winter tucked Y/N into bed, and Karina sat on the edge, stroking her hair. 

Winter - Goodnight, honey. *whispering*

Y/N's drowsy voice was filled with gratitude. 

Y/N - Goodnight, Karina unnie. Goodnight, Winter unnie. Thank you for everything. *smiles*

Karina and Winter exchanged a fond smile, their maternal instincts kicking in as they watched Y/N drift off to sleep. They couldn't have imagined a better way to spend the day, taking care of the youngest member of TWICE and creating a bond that would last a lifetime.

As Y/N slept soundly, cradled in the warmth of Karina and Winter's care, the members of Aespa knew that they had not only made a new friend but had also become a source of support and love for a fellow idol. They couldn't have asked for a more heartwarming and fulfilling day.

And this made both share one thought:

I love our dear chosen little sister.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3