#just an idea I'm considering u know how it goes

[byanyan]

actually ngl, i have been playing with the idea of byan, at some point in their fledgling verse, probably years down the line, eventually coming to work at some shitty little 24 hour tattoo shop

[kisakis-boyfriend]

OH SHIT UH baizhu x monster reader because I've been thinking about him lately. maybe something dubcon-y? I love pathetic men whimpering and crying 🎃

Author's Note: My mind went places, y'all… very horny places. 💀

Pairings: Baizhu x male reader

Warnings: Male plant monster!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Baizhu, sort of gullible Baizhu, dubcon, handjob, facial, riding, aphrodisiac, mild dumbification

Why he had to run out of this particular herb was beyond him. As if that wasn't annoying enough, his suppliers were out of stock and wouldn't be able to ship him any more. The location of this herb has become increasingly dangerous, and no one could figure out why the men sent to gather these herbs came back… weird, to say the least. Nonetheless, Baizhu needed those herbs to treat his patients.

Was it a stupid idea to travel out there by himself and gather them by hand; yes, most certainly, and Changsheng told him as much, but a doctor's mind is a puzzling thing.

And that's how he ended up here; in the high mountains of Chenyu Vale. Normally, one would expect to run into a few monsters, at the very least, but Baizhu had yet to see a single one during his trek. There were plenty of other creatures, and the foliage didn't seem withered, so it's not as if this place was devoid of life nor on a biological decline—there was simply a lack of danger. Which is a strange occurrence, considering the reports he'd read…

That fact really should be comforting to the frail doctor, but in truth, it made a shiver run down his spine. His eyes nervously scanned over the immediate grassy grounds, hoping to catch a glimpse of the herb he so desperately needed — desperate enough to set foot on this mountain alone.

It took a bit more searching, but the herb in question was flourishing just around the back of one particular mountain. Baizhu carefully made his way towards the area, picking one herb and inspecting it to check its quality and that it was, in fact, the correct herb. Picking a few more, Baizhu comes across one plant that refuses to be plucked — an unusually tough herb, resisting his attempts to yank it out from the dirt.

As he goes to inspect the stem, a soft voice cries out; “U-um… excuse me? Could you help me…?” Looking over his shoulder, the doctor spots a person's head sticking up out of the ground—except their skin has a pale green hue to it, and as this person rises up, he notices how the ground around them shifts; as though the ground is a part of them.

Baizhu turns halfway, cautiously keeping an eye on you as he questions, “…What do you need help with?” The way your body flows effortlessly when you move—creating ripples in the immediate area around your torso—piques Baizhu's curiosity.

“O-oh! Um… it's a little embarrassing, if I'm being honest, sir…” you begin, “As you've probably guessed, I am not a human — think of me as a type of dendro spirit, I guess? Uh, anyways, there's this…ritual, of sorts, that only a human can help me with–”

The whole time you're explaining this predicament of yours, Baizhu keeps a watchful eye on you to make sure you're not tricking him. Even though you come across as rather sheepish.

“…I understand if you don't trust me, I just don't know what else to do…humans don't come around here too often, and the pain has become so much worse–”

“I'll help you.” He interjects. The sparkles in your eyes force him to hold back a chuckle as you thank him a million times over. “Please take me to this plant of yours.”

You excitedly take off, essentially a torso and head gliding halfway inside the ground, while this kind human with green hair trails just behind. Arriving at your destination, Baizhu kneels down, giving you a glance, and you return it nervously.

Baizhu eyes the plant inquisitively, staring at the odd shape and strange fleshy texture of the whole thing.

“Go on, doctor, I-I'm ready…” you prompt, giving the man a shy smile to mask your nerves.

With a quick breath to strengthen his resolve, the doctor raises his hands, wrapping them both around the plant and lightly squeezing it until a wet substance seeps out through the petals. “A-ah! aAh-” you gasp suddenly.

“I'm sorry—did that hurt?!”

You shake your head, nearly whimpering as you try to assure him, “N-no… just surprised me. Your hands… they're a bit cold…”

“My apologies, they should warm up soon enough. Shall we keep going?” Said like a true doctor. This stranger with kind eyes has been nothing but gentle with you so far, helping out a non-human creature whom he only met a few minutes ago, even if he finds your request a tad strange.

More wetness falls down his hands, pouring from the plant the more he squeezes and twists his hands around the elongated object. He experimentally moves his hands to other areas, and when Baizhu's thumbs rub and press on the tip of the plant, you're unable to hold back a sharp intake of air. Your eyes roll back momentarily, and you chomp down on your lower lip to conceal the noises threatening to escape.

The doctor eyes your pained expressions with worry written all over his face. “It's… fine — I'm fine. The pain… is not that bad… please, don't stop, doctor.”

As you wish, Baizhu milks more and more liquid from the plant, creating a pool of it underneath the stem of the plant—gradually creeping towards his knees and threatening to soak his pants. For the most part, it feels and looks like regular water, but there's a faint sensation of stickiness on his palms, close to the surface of the plant.

While this is supposed to be a medical procedure, Baizhu can't help feeling a bit… embarrassed by the whole situation. This plant of yours—it is a bit phallic. Not to mention how the method used to wring out the liquid is akin to… uh, a specific hand movement performed on phallic objects. The suggestive sounds coming from your mouth don't help that either. Baizhu can't ignore you when you moan out “Faster… faster, doctor- aah~ Keep stroking it like that… it's definitely woRKING-!”

The more Baizhu watches himself squeeze the glistening liquid from your plant, the deeper into a trance he falls — soon enough he's fallen so deep that he shamelessly jerks off the phallic plant until the tip opens up and explodes like a volcano; shooting thick, honey-like ropes all over Baizhu's pretty face.

The substance drips all down his features — clumping in strands of hair, clinging to his glasses, dripping from his nose and chin, and even a little sliding into his open mouth. “A-ah! Y-you… you did it… you made me release it all, doctor~” you comment — your words are the only thing penetrating that fuzzy mind of his right now. “Thank you soooo much~ But, could I trouble you with one more thing?” you lean forward, gently holding the doctor's chin so that he can't turn away from you. “Won't you help me again? It's the only way for me to feel all better.”

“Aah…? I don't… understand…” Baizhu breathes, confused and seemingly in a daze. It's such a precious sight to behold, really.

You reach out and slide a hand up and down the doctor's stomach, teasingly pushing his top up a few times before moving towards the edge of his pants. “You'll help me, won't you? You're such a kind doctor, after all~” you remind him. Baizhu's pants are quickly yanked down, removed the rest of the way by vines that the good doctor never noticed before…

With his sensitive areas laid bare for you to see, Baizhu gasps, frozen in place as your hands feel up his waist and thighs, pushing the latter apart so that you can inspect his body. Sliding two fingers towards his rear, you find that special hole humans have and tease around the rim of it. “Aha! There it is. I'm sorry to ask so much of you, but… I really need this right now.”

While he has no idea what you mean, the doctor senses something amiss within your words. Your fingers attempt to push inside of him, and Baizhu clumsily refuses. “I-I don't think… don't think that I can do that, young man… mm ooh~”

Impatiently, you lift him up and pull him towards you, hovering his hole right above the plant he'd previously milked. A little burst of liquid shoots from the tip, splashing against Baizhu's entrance, which startles him. The consistency of the liquid feels just like the substance it coated his face in earlier; thick, sticky, and warm.

While Baizhu's mind tries to resist, his body is doing quite the opposite, already lowering itself down until the tip of the plant is entering his ass. “A-AAH! Wait–!” he begs. But it's too little too late as your phallic plant penetrates him with ease, thanks to that honey-like fluid. The fleshy appendage pushes a wave of liquid inside his hole, and it creates a wet mess all over his ass, thighs, and the ground below as you begin to fuck him.

“Mm doctor… you feel incredible~ Hehe, look at that—this little guy is having fun too~” Baizhu blushes deeply, shaking his head while you watch his cock bounce every time your plant cock thrusts in.

“N-no… please, harder–! This is weird… aah~ so good~ ” the doctor grits his teeth, biting his lower lip as he grows frustrated by his own mouth betraying him. The cutest whimpers are the only sounds coming from his mouth as you continue your assault on his hole, thrusting your plant deeper and deeper. The amount of liquid gushing out of Baizhu's ass is ungodly now; sticky, squelchy, slick fluids that overflow with every thrust, filling his tummy until it hurts with how full it is.

“You're doing amazing, doctor! That terrible ache is almost gone, I j-just need to– guh!” you suddenly slam your hips into him, laughing as a pang of pleasure wracks your body and causes you to bury your cock in him. Your hands fly to his waist, and you bounce the human while he whimpers some more.

Tears begin to roll down Baizhu's cheeks, staining his glasses with a salty film as you release another round of that thick substance; this time inside the doctor's body. You pant wildly, mere inches from his face while your plant cock spreads open inside of his hole, releasing far too much liquid inside his belly.

[cowboyshadows]

I love that thing on tiktok that goes like 'when the I don't care about my birthday guy meets the your birthday is the specialest day of the year girl'. As a prologue I'm giving him a May 5 birthday (my Taurus king)

Cw: implied abusive household, very brief mention of a piss kink BUT ITS BARELY ANYTHING, implied nsfw behind the scenes

Simon's never had a chance to celebrate his birthday. His dad was a drunkard - lucky if he remembered the way to his home most nights. His mom would always be too occupied with sulking, cleaning, cooking... but at least she'd apologise at night with a serviceably earnest 'next year, I promise'. He didn't lay any expectations on his little brother - he was going through the same hell.

When he first started going out with you - sweet little thing - he had no idea what he was in for. It's like he's been walking in this dark tunnel his whole life; and only now has he opened his eyes to this glimmering aperture of sunlight. Only now has he felt the warmth of the sole star on his scarred face, to be basked in for all it's worth.

You're not scared of this big, scary guy in a skull mask. Most people are afraid to approach him, but you? Nah. You're smacking that man's ass when you creep up behind him in the kitchen. Motorboating those KNOCKERS. Asking if you can hold it for him while he pees. Bloody 'ell, love.

Most people, naturally, includes your friends. They dread planning things in the group chat because they know you're gonna ask 'can Simon come'. They're so intimidated by this man - rightfully so - that they almost didn't let him in on the surprise birthday party they were planning for you.

Key word being "almost", of course. They know how disgustingly in love the two of you are. So regardless of how much they hate the sight of the two of you sticking your tongues down each others' throats in public, they make a separate group chat with him sans you.

He helps out a lot, actually. Manages to keep you out of the house without suspecting anything for the whole day. Chalk it up to his previous experiences with sleuthing and all that. He sees the pure, unadulterated joy on your face. Innocent, childlike. And you look up at him with those big, wet eyes; silently thanking him. His heart fuckin' melts.

Birthdays are a huge thing to you. He can see it in the hours of meticulous planning that goes into your gifts for others.

You've asked him plenty of times when his birthday is - all he does is joke about it.

''S today, love. Wha' a bad girlfriend, ya didn't remember?' That earns him a smack to his bicep.

'Should probably ask the kennel ya picked me up from, birdie.' He'll get a pillow tossed at him for that one, the wisecrack.

You don't even know what you would get him as a gift. He just seems so... indifferent. To everything. You seriously consider just wrapping yourself up in shiny paper and a bow.

But it's not enough. So you resort to more extreme measures. You nab his beat up wallet, fishing out the driver's license tucked neatly next to a sticky note with your familiar scrawl on it. It reads, 'I cut up some strawbz and chocced em 4 u <3'.

You fish around in his closet for something - anything that might give you even the slightest hint of what might make this man fawn. You paw around until you find something rubbery.

A brand new, unused ball. It squeaks when you squeeze it. A dog toy? Huh. Maybe that time his eyes were watering when you were watching Marley & Me wasn't because of dust...

The fifth of the fifth month rolls around. You wake him up with wet smooches all over his face. (Maybe elsewhere too, but I'm trying to keep this fluffy, goddammit!)

It's a great day. You bake him this half pound chocolate fudge cake that he can only describe as "scrumptious".

At the end of his special day, he's so drunk on your love. He's been wearing this stupid, crooked smile on his face all day. Lazy heart eyes. You tell him you have one more surprise.

'Need you to wait in the bedroom for me, okay?'

His eyebrow shoots up in amusement. 'Oh? Tha' so?' Cheeky bastard.

His trousers are halfway off at the foot of the bed when he hears a soft yip.

Another one filters through, but it's louder.

What the hell were you up to?

He walks out in his boxers, only to find you on the floor. Huddled and crouching over something he can't quite see.

'Love...?'

When your head snaps around, a small fluffy circular blur runs up to him. It paws, licks, and jumps at him.

A dog.

He looks... aghast? It's hard to tell.

'I know we haven't talked about it,' you sputter, 'and I know you're away a lot... but I'll take care of her. I'll do everything, I promise-'

Your ramble is muffled short by the wall that is his torso. He's holding you so tight that you have to pat him to loosen up.

There's tears in his eyes, lower lip wobbly. For the first time in your relationship, you meet the scrawny, blonde six year old. One you've only seen in pictures before.

'I love her.'

'I... I found a dog toy in the closet.' You can't keep your curiosity from bubbling out anymore.

He wipes his tears with the back of his scarred hand, now cradling a puppy desperate to lick him whole.

'Used to 'ave this stray dog near us when I was a lad. Came around every day till he didn't.' He sniffles. 'Never got the chance to show 'im the toy.'

He looks at you, and then at the puppy. He has a chance now.

[metanarrates]

Hello. Sorry if this a stupid question u can ignore if u want.

How can someone get better at media analysis? Besides obviously reading a lot.

Im asking this bc im in a point where im aware of my own lack of tools to analyze stories, but i don't know where to get them or how to get better in general. How did you learn to analyze media? There's any specific book, essay, author, etc that you recommend? Somewhere to start?

I'm asking you because you are genuinely the person who has the best takes on this site. Thank you for you work!

it sounds like a cop-out answer but it's always felt like a skill I acquired mostly thru reading a ton, and by paying a lot of attention in high school literature classes. because of that I can't promise that I'm necessarily equipped to be a good teacher or that i know good resources. HOWEVER! let me run some potential advice to you based on the shit i get a lot of mileage out of

first off, a lot of literary analysis is about pattern recognition! not just pattern recognition in-text, but out-of-text as well. how does this work relate to its genre? real-world history? does it have parallels between real-life situations? that kind of thing.

which is a big concept to just describe off the bat, so let me break it down further!

in literature, there is the concept of something called literary devices - they are some of the basic building blocks in how a story is delivered mechanically and via subtext. have you ever heard of a motif? that is a literary device. it's a pattern established in the text in order to further the storytelling! and here is a list of a ton of common literary devices - I'd recommend reading the article. it breaks down a lot of commonly used ones in prose and poetry and explains their usage.

personally, I don't find all the literary devices I've learned about in school to be the most useful to my analytical hobbies online. motifs, themes, and metaphors are useful and dissecting them can bring a lot to the table, but a lot of other devices are mostly like fun bonus trivia for me to notice when reading. however, memorizing those terms and trying to notice them in the things you read does have a distinct benefit - it encourages you to start noticing patterns, and to start thinking of the mechanical way a story is built. sure, thinking about how the prose is constructed might not help you understand the story much more, but it does make you start thinking about how things like prose contribute to the greater feeling of a piece, or how the formatting of a piece contributes to its overall narrative. you'll start developing this habit of picking out little things about a text, which is useful.

other forms of in-text pattern recognition can be about things like characterization! how does a character react to a certain situation? is it consistent with how they usually behave? what might that tell you about how they think? do they have tells that show when they're not being trustworthy? does their viewpoint always match what is happening on screen? what ideas do they have about how the world works? how are they influenced by other people in their lives? by social contexts that might exist? by situations that have affected them? (on that note, how do situations affect other situations?)

another one is just straight-up noticing themes in a work. is there a certain idea that keeps getting brought up? what is the work trying to say about that idea? if it's being brought up often, it's probably worth paying attention to!

that goes for any pattern, actually. if you notice something, it's worth thinking about why it might be there. try considering things like potential subtext, or what a technique might be trying to convey to a reader. even if you can't explain why every element of a text is there, you'll often gain something by trying to think about why something exists in a story.

^ sometimes the answer to that question is not always "because it's intentional" or even "because it was a good choice for the storytelling." authors frequently make choices that suck shit (I am a known complainer about choices that suck shit.) that's also worth thinking about. english classes won't encourage this line of thinking, because they're trying to get you to approach texts with intentional thought instead of writing them off. I appreciate that goal, genuinely, but I do think it hampers people's enthusiasm for analysis if they're not also being encouraged to analyze why they think something doesn't work well in a story. sometimes something sucks and it makes new students mad if they're not allowed to talk about it sucking! I'll get into that later - knowing how and why something doesn't work is also a valuable skill. being an informed and analytical hater will get you far in life.

so that's in-work literary analysis. id also recommend annotating your pages/pdfs or keeping a notebook if you want to close-read a work. keeping track of your thoughts while reading even if they're not "clever" or whatever encourages you to pay attention to a text and to draw patterns. it's very useful!

now, for out-of-work literary analysis! it's worth synthesizing something within its context. what social settings did this work come from? was it commenting on something in real life? is it responding to some aspects of history or current events? how does it relate to its genre? does it deviate from genre trends, commentate on them, or overall conform to its genre? where did the literary techniques it's using come from - does it have any big stylistic influences? is it referencing any other texts?

and if you don't know the answer to a bunch of these questions and want to know, RESEARCH IS YOUR FRIEND! look up historical events and social movements if you're reading a work from a place or time you're not familiar with. if you don't know much about a genre, look into what are considered common genre elements! see if you can find anyone talking about artistic movements, or read the texts that a work might be referencing! all of these things will give you a far more holistic view of a work.

as for your own personal reaction to & understanding of a work... so I've given the advice before that it's good to think about your own personal reactions to a story, and what you enjoy or dislike about it. while this is true that a lot of this is a baseline jumping-off point on how I personally conduct analysis, it's incomplete advice. you should not just be thinking about what you enjoy or dislike - you should also be thinking about why it works or doesn't work for you. if you've gotten a better grasp on story mechanics by practicing the types of pattern recognition i recognized above, you can start digging into how those storytelling techniques have affected you. did you enjoy this part of a story? what made it work well? what techniques built tension, or delivered well on conflict? what about if you thought it sucked? what aspects of storytelling might have failed?

sometimes the answer to this is highly subjective and personal. I'm slightly romance-averse because I am aromantic, so a lot of romance plots will simply bore me or actively annoy me. I try not to let that personal taste factor too much into serious critiques, though of course I will talk about why I find something boring and lament it wasn't done better lol. we're only human. just be aware of those personal taste quirks and factor them into analysis because it will help you be a bit more objective lol

but if it's not fully influenced by personal taste, you should get in the habit of building little theses about why a story affected you in a certain way. for example, "I felt bored and tired at this point in a plot, which may be due to poor pacing & handling of conflict." or "I felt excited at this point in the plot, because established tensions continued to get more complex and captured my interest." or "I liked this plot point because it iterated on an established theme in a way that brought interesting angles to how the story handled the theme." again, it's just a good way to think about how and why storytelling functions.

uh let's see what else. analysis is a collaborative activity! you can learn a lot from seeing how other people analyze! if you enjoy something a lot, try looking into scholarly articles on it, or youtube videos, or essays online! develop opinions also about how THOSE articles and essays etc conduct analysis, and why you might think those analyses are correct or incorrect! sometimes analyses suck shit and developing a counterargument will help you think harder about the topic in question! think about audience reactions and how those are created by the text! talk to friends! send asks to meta blogs you really like maybe sometimes

find angles of analysis that interest and excite you! if you're interested in feminist lenses on a work, or racial lenses, or philosophical lenses, look into how people conduct those sort of analyses on other works. (eg. search feminist analysis of hamlet, or something similar so you can learn how that style of analysis generally functions) and then try applying those lenses to the story you're looking at. a lot of analysts have a toolkit of lenses they tend to cycle through when approaching a new text - it might not be a bad idea to acquire a few favored lenses of your own.

also, most of my advice is literary advice, since you can broadly apply many skills you learn in literary analysis to any other form of storytelling, but if you're looking at another medium, like a game or cartoon, maybe look up some stuff about things like ludonarrative storytelling or visual storytelling! familiarizing yourself with the specific techniques common to a certain medium will only help you get better at understanding what you're seeing.

above all else, approach everything with intellectual curiosity and sincerity. even if you're sincerely curious about why something sucks, letting yourself gain information and potentially learning something new or being humbled in the process will help you grow. it's okay to not have all the answers, or to just be flat-out wrong sometimes. continuing to practice is a valuable intellectual pursuit even if it can mean feeling a tad stupid sometimes. don't be scared to ask questions. get comfortable sometimes with the fact that the answer you'll arrive at after a lot of thought and effort will be "I don't fully know." sometimes you don't know and that can be valuable in its own right!

thank you for the ask, and I hope you find this helpful!

[catcze]

not particularly a request if u don't want it to be but as a fellow wriothesley enjoyer I wanted to share this idea

fontaine is based off of france right? so the thought of wrio being able to speak french and absolutely using that to his advantage to be a flirt has been driving me insane. he would be INSUFFERABLE (especially if his s/o isn't fluent) and I'd be loving every second of it

(also love your works <3 it's the main fuel that's been making me so horrifically down bad for him)

OH ?!!? MY GOD ?!?! HEHAKJDJ FUCK I HAVE TO WRITE THIS I CANT NOT !! It's a little short and a little sweet, but i hope you like it!

(Translations listed at the end! I used google translate, so if there's any mistakes, please feel free to correct me!!)

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

Wriothesley has started to say things to you on the regular— but for the life of you, you can't understand. It starts first on a slow day. You're lounging in his office, reading a random book you've plucked from his shelves. He's just looking through some papers, doing nothing too important.

Then, Wriothesley glances up from his papers, lets his eyes fall on you. "Tu me rends si heureux."

And you're furrowing your brow in confusion, staring at him. It's a phrase form his mother tongue, that much you know. But you're not sure what it actually means. The way his smile is a bit too mischievous, you don't think that he intends for you to understand, anyway.

"I'm... sorry?" You ask. What else can you say? You're pretty sure from his insufferably smug expression that he's not going to tell you what it means anytime soon. At the very least, you're pretty sure he's not shit talking you to your face.

Your eyes narrow.

Probably.

He can see the question on the tip of your tongue, the suspicious glance you cast his way. Wriothesley just chuckles and goes back to the papers on his desk.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

The next time, he does it as you're having dinner across from each other in the cafeteria. Your meal is halfway done, having been practically shoveled into your mouth. It probably paints an unflattering picture, but you're too hungry to really care. Resting on the table, he's stubbornly gripping your hand in his own, fingers intertwined. Even though it made eating much more difficult, Wriothesley would scowl and reach back for your hand whenever you tried to take it away, so you just considered it a lost cause.

Lost in filling your stomach, you're almost don't hear what he says.

"Je ne peux pas imaginer le reste de ma vie sans toi." Wriothesley mumbles, thumb stroking the back of your hand tenderly.

You narrow your eyes again, a silent question.

Wriothesley just smiles secretively and raises a hand to his mouth, miming zipping up his lips and locking it with a key, then tossing it away. He winks at you, and you roll your eyes. No answers today, apparently.

"Are you ever going to tell me what it is you've been saying?" you ask once you've swallowed your food.

"Mm. Maybe one day. If I feel like it." And he's grinning again— the cheeky one that he wears whenever he one-ups you, that showcases his dimples and his teeth. You kinda want to punch him, but it also makes you remember how handsome he is when he smiles.

"Fine," you grumble, sighing. You busy yourself once more with your food. "Keep your fucking secrets. See if I care." You do. A lot, actually. You're very curious now.

Wriotheley just smiles and lets you eat.

But he slips up, one evening. To be fair, it's late at night after a hard day's work. Both of you are exhausted— a tangled mass of limbs and sheets on your bed, both of you halfway asleep already.

Your head is cushioned on his chest, nose pressed against his collarbone, and his arms wrapped around you. Wriothesley's nose is pressed into the crown of your head, breathing in the smell of your hair. His breaths are deep and slow, and you can tell without even looking that his eyes are fighting to stay awake. You're no better, though.

Just before you nod off though, you can feel the brush of his lips against your hair. "Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement," he says quietly, lips brushing the strands in affection. If you had just been the slightest bit more asleep, you might not have even heard it.

But while you may not be fluent in his language, may know little else aside from the most basic of phrases, you recognize that one. It's hard not to, when it's arguably one of the most popular phrases from his mother tongue. Je t'aime. I love you.

Something gooey finds its way into your chest, and the blood rushes through your body as you're overcome by the sheer sweetness of the man you're laying on. Slowly, you crane your neck up to face him, and can see the slight widening of his eyes, the quiet oh shit that runs through his head.

"Is that what you've been saying?" you ask, voice just as quiet as his. Wriothesley hesitates, arms tightening their hold on you.

"... generally, yes."

You smile gently, scooching up enough to press a kiss to his jaw, then to his lips, giggling when he leans down to make it easier for you. You bury your head into his neck then, resting your cheek against him. "I love you too, Wrio."

Translations:

Tu me rends si heureux. — You make me so happy. Je ne peux pas imaginer le reste de ma vie sans toi. — I can't imagine the rest of my life without you. Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement. — I love you. I love you so much

[hardly-an-escape]

I'm not sure if this will go anywhere but have 650 words of slightly angsty Tommy POV immediately post-breakup

The first voicemail arrives before Tommy even pulls into his driveway.

"Hey, it's… uh, it's me," Evan says. "I'm just – I'm really confused, Tommy, I'm trying to understand what just happened and I – I can't, I don't get it. Will you call me back? Please? Can we talk about it, at least… just, like, at least a little bit, can we talk about what's going on? Because I – I r-really don't think I can just leave it like that. Please?"

He listens to the message standing up in his kitchen, because he think if he sits down he might just dissolve into the couch and never get up again. Evan's voice sounds foggy, like he's been crying.

Tommy doesn't call back.

The first text arrives about an hour later, while he's halfheartedly throwing together some pasta.

Evan ♥️: i understand if u don't want to talk right now but will you at least let me know u got home safe Evan ♥️: or wherever u went Evan ♥️: please?

He can't look at that heart, he just can't, so he goes into his contacts and changes Evan ♥️ to Buck. Buck Buckley. It looks so stupid that it almost makes his stomach turn, so he changes it to E. Buckley. That's nice and detached and professional. A super normal way to label your ex in your phone. He swipes back to his text thread.

E. Buckley: please?

He takes a deep breath and starts to type.

Tommy: I'm home. Tommy: I don't think it's a good idea for me to call you right now. I'm sorry.

The answer comes almost immediately, as though Evan – as though Buck has his phone in his hand at that moment.

E. Buckley: right now or ever? E. Buckley: i'm just trying to understand E. Buckley: things were good. i really thougt everything was really good and now this is just coming out of nowhere for me. idk I'm sure that's my fault but i don't understand what I missed Tommy

Tommy sighs. "It's not your fault," he says out loud to his phone, which is… not exactly true, but not not true. Evan – Buck had missed some things, some important ones, like the fact that Tommy is fundamentally a broken man who doesn't deserve love and destroys every good thing he touches.

Tommy: It's not your fault. And no, I'm not saying let's never talk again. Tommy: Let's just take some time.

E. Buckley: ok. ok, we can do that E. Buckley: time is good E. Buckley: but just so u know. I am not prepared to give up on us, ok? E. Buckley: i want to fight for us. and i dont know how to do that yet bc i've never really done that before E. Buckley: but you make me want to fight, Tommy. in a good way!!! you make me want to not let go of you E. Buckley: i will leave u alone now but please let me know when your ready to talk

Tommy feels a tickle on his face, and when he lifts his hand to his cheek he's surprised to find that it's wet.

You make me want to not let go of you.

On some level he already instinctively knows that walking away from Evan is one of the biggest mistakes he's ever made. But how can he begin to explain to the other man that chasing after Tommy – after broken, tired, jaded Tommy – would be an even bigger mistake?

He doesn't know what to text back to Evan. To Buck. So he doesn't send anything. He wipes his face with his hand and wipes his hand on his jeans and collapses, finally, onto his couch. He seriously considers dissolving away into nothing and never speaking to anyone again, but in the end he just turns off his phone and turns on the television.

He falls asleep like that. His dreams are blessedly blank.

part two >>

[urlocaloptimist]

A is for Anniversary: They spend the whole day together, walking around Ithaca, going to the market, and just doing whatever they feel like. 

B is for Beach: They love going on beach dates, whether talking, swimming, or having a picnic, they spend a lot of time on Ithaca's beach.

C is for Cuddles: One of Telemachus's favorite things is cuddling with Y/n, he can be very clingy because he's a bit touch-starved from childhood.

D is for Dates: Telemachus and Y/n spend a lot of time together, they don't always consider it "a date" but they do go on dates when there not too busy, some locations include the beach, the market, the palace gardens, and more.

E is for every day: They would spend every second of every day together if they could, but Telemachus has duties as the prince and Y/n always finds something to help with around the palace.

F is for Fights: They don't ever really have big fights, just small disagreements sometimes but they always work it out very quickly.

G is for Gifts: The Cliché moment of trading something of theirs to get the other a gift that goes with the thing they traded and then laughing about it, for example: Telemachus trades his bow to get Y/n some exotic yarn for her weaving and Y/n trades her weaving loom to get Telemachus some engraved arrows for his archery. 

H is for Home: Y/n started living at the palace with Telemachus since Telemachus would have to spend all his time there attending to royal duties and that way they could spend more time together.

I is for Interactions: Y/n and Telemachus are always going to be a little shy and nervous around each other, especially Telemachus, when they first met he was a stuttering mess, but Y/n found it adorable.

J is for Journey: Sometimes they go on diplomatic trips together to neighboring islands.

K is for Kisses: Their first kiss was a little hesitant and Telemachus would always be a little nervous before kissing Y/n but he got more comfortable.

L is for Love: They said they love each other very early in the relationship, Y/n said it first but Telemachus fell in love first.

M is for Making Out: They don't make out very much, if they do it would be to help take Telemachus's mind off the suitors. 

N is for Nicknames: Not so much classic pet names as just shortened versions of their names, n/n, Tel, Machus. (I saw one story where the creator used Machus so credit to them for where I got that idea, if you know what story I'm talking about you get my utmost respect)

O is for Odysseus: When Odysseus got back Y/n helped him and Telemachus fight the suitors after he made sure to tell his son "You chose well" (I might do a one-shot of this, I've seen quite a few of them but they never get old)

P is for PDA: Not too much PDA, Telemachus is quite shy so it's mostly just handholding when they are in public.

Q is for Queen: When Penelope found out about their relationship she was a little hesitant of Y/n at first but then she saw how happy Y/n makes her son and has welcomed her into the family.

R is for Rain: Y/n and Telemachus dance in the rain together outside the palace.

S is for Stargazing: Telemachus and Y/n sneak out and stargaze from the roof of the palace at night, Telemachus knows a lot of constellations and Y/n loves hearing him point them out.

T is for Talking: They love talking to each other, whether it's late night or daytime, and they can easily get wrapped up in a conversation.

U is for Unique: Telemachus has always been a bit insecure but Y/n will always remind him how unique he is.

V is for Visits: When they first started dating they would always sneak out and visit each other at night.

W is for Wedding: When Y/n and Telemachus get married, they have a classic Ithacan wedding, Telemachus was very happy his father was back for his wedding.

X is for IDK

Y is for Something:

Z is for Zoo Eee Mama: Nothing left to say.

[littleprincessbug3]

Wow 8 whole years is a long time! Are you a full time little then? 24/7? Any advice to give someone trying to commit to being a little as a lifestyle?

I would consider myself a full-time little ☺️ I still have big girl responsibilities like driving, adulting stuff, and I used to have to go in to work in the past. But even when u have to put your big girl (or big boy) pants on, there are ways to keep that little light shining inside of you! 💖 Which is especially important if that's ur main coping mechanism and identity!

Of course this will look different for every person, and depends a lot on your current living situation (which i know can be super limiting) But really think about how you spend your time each day, and think about how to do those things in ways that better validate your littlespace! And be intentional about what your dream life would look like in the future!

A couple things I can recommend:

You have to get dressed everyday, so add some littlespace flair to your outfits! There are lots of ways to do this in varying levels of discreetness. Build up your wardrobe in a way that makes you feel happy and valid! 🎀

Bringing stuffies or toys wherever you go, in the car, in your pockets, in your bag, etc. It's always comforting to bring a friend along with you 🧸

Finding a way to work or make money that doesn't completely prevent any littleness is important as a lifestyle little, because jobs take up so much time in our lives! When I was stuck in a job, I still used to play games on my break, talk to Daddy, bring cute snacks for lunch, use the quarter toy dispenser on the way out, stuff like that ^_^

Connect with other littles, and surround yourself with like-minded and supportive friends, you're so not alone! 🫶

Incorporate littlespace fun into celebrating every holiday and birthdays! (im super excited for the easter bunny to come!!) 🐰

Using little plates, bowls, cutlery, sippy cups or bottles on the regular 🍼

Make adulting cuter! Instead of a boring to-do list, make a cute chore chart! Use stickers and colorful pens in a planner, and make sure to reward yourself for doing a good job ⭐️

Implementing littlespace into morning and bedtime routines!! 🌙

Practice seeing wonder in the world through your 'littlespace' eyes at anytime! Connect with your happy inner child. Look for opportunities to play, be curious, learn new things, and be excited to be alive because life is fun! ☀️

And maybe this goes without saying, but having a life partner who actively supports/encourages your littlespace (like a caregiver) makes a big difference. It's not necessary of course, and not even something all littles want or need. I'm just saying if you end up with a partner who discourages you, it'd be impossible to be a lifestyle little! Respect your own identity and needs, and don't settle for anyone who doesn't understand you and love you in the ways you need 💖 (I just feel so bad for people stuck in vanilla relationships and having to be closeted about littlespace and diapers, better if you can avoid that situation before it happens!)

just brainstorming some stuff here, but I hope it was helpful!! I'm happy to elaborate on these ideas and give more examples if anyone’s interested ^_^

thx for the question, live your dream and keep on doing what makes you happy, life is what you make of it!! 🐞 xoxo

[rinhaler]

ur stepdad!gojo and uncle nanami fic got me feeling things so much so i felt the need to go into anon to confess bc im just so feral for this idea LMAO

ik ur not taking requests, and this isnt really a request but i just wanna leave this here as a lil tidbit or lil scenario bc ur fics had my mind running and i have nowhere to put it, and you can do with it as you wish, but here:

reader being a camgirl as a way to earn extra money to buy nice shit (should be paying for school but lmao) ofc, this doesnt go unnoticed by stepdaddy gojo and uncle nanami. They question where youre getting the money to buy all this cute shit, and ofc u make up an excuse, but they dont buy it.

gojo or nanami, could be either one, stumble upon your little���. “operation” one night, totally by accident while trying to get their rocks off.

they confront you about it, and perhaps they both tag team you at the same time while youre “working”, on camera for all to see. and you make SO MUCH MONEYfrom just that one night 👀

do with this as you will, just felt the need to drop this here hehe >:3

-simp anon 🐚🩷🍬

BABE I'M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER BC I'M AN IDIOT AND TOTALLY DIDN'T PROCESS THE "THIS ISN'T A REQUEST PART" 😭😭😭

when i tell u when i first got this ask my jaw was on the FLOOR

I honestly don't know which idea I like better? The thought of them both accidentally coming across you doing a show and perving over it is so hot. Maybe Nanami finds it first and doesn't immediately tell your step daddy. He has to jerk off to it first?? He's a little taken aback by how confident you are considering how shy and seemingly innocent you are in person.

And I know Gojo is going to be teasing Nanami about being on a cam girl site.

"How did you find this, huh, Nanami?" completely winding him up with a smirk on his face that Nanami just has to ignore.

You aren't live when he shows your step daddy. He just shows him your profile. They both act clueless when you get home from college, saying your hellos and goodbyes as you go up to your room to study. (meanwhile you're actually just doing your makeup and picking what lingerie to wear to your stream).

They both hang out in the kitchen until your mother goes to bed, telling her they're just having a nightcap before her dear brother hits to road.

And then you're live, the audio playing quietly as you perform. Gojo is so surprised to see you like this but he just can't ignore the tent he feels forming in his pants.

They decide to interrupt your little show, and your viewers take note of how good your acting is! Plus the whole step-cest angle is really hot.

You make the most money you've ever made thanks to them double stuffing you and pumping you with so many loads you can barely see straight 💗

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hi, i got a request if thats alright <3

its lee! lee know and ler! skz (mostly extremely extremely rough tickles but also a bit soft)

basically ler! skz finds out lee knows armpits, armpits, belly button, and v line are his worst spot/some of his worst spots so they restrain him with bondage and absolutely wreck him and tickle him like crazy in those spots with a variety of methods (with tools like hair brushes, paint brushes, feathers, massagers, electric pen thingy, electric tickle devices, and those tickle glove things and just fingers/raspberries) and after awhile of tickling him with all those + raspberries, for a final blow before he taps out, they use all the tools at once in those spots (other spots too if u want) while also tickling him with their fingers and blowing raspberries like crazy until his laughter goes silent

if you do decide to do this, then ty <3 just dont overwork yourself and take as long as you need! 

𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: I’ll update this a bit later bc my word counter site is down rn

tw: THIS IS SO ROUGH. BEWARE. there is use of tools, raspberries, rough tickling, teasing, lots and lots of tears, mentions of prolonged tickling, a teensy bit of angst…I promise y’all a soft fic will come soon :3

𝙖/𝙣: yes it is very me to put a soft moodboard for a rough fic 🎀

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @bamgyuuu-2001

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Dear Diary,

I have no idea why I'm thinking this way today, but I seriously need to be tickled. Seriously need to be tickled. I've been feeling so, lee I guess? It's kind of pathetic that I should admit it, considering I always have the others beneath my thumb, but here it is anyway. I don't want to make it sound like I always need it, but when the urge strikes, man does it strike hard. I fucking hate it. I don't even know what's gotten into me, but I just can't think about anything other than my worst areas.  As soon as anyone even glances anywhere near them, I feel this strange, fluttery sensation in my belly, and I'm laughing before they even lay a hand on me. It's like my body anticipates what's about to happen and just surrenders before I can even stop it. Each time I even think about it, I can so tingly, as if they're already preparing for the worst.

It's a lot to deal with, but. a part of me actually really wants someone to just destroy me there. Perhaps even all the members, like, all ganging up on me at the same time. WHAT YOU DIDNT SEE ANYTHING. But then I would likely die from laughing, and I'd never ever confess it. I'd rather suffer any other punishment, anything Chan hyung would ever throw at me,  than explain to anyone how much I need to be tickled like that. And then there's my...you know...my belly button. Don't even get me started. I could practically feel the entire body tingling just thinking about it. I don't know why it's so sensitive there, but it is. It's like… it's not only the skin, but all that's around it that makes it feel so sharp. If someone even brushes against that place—just touches it—it's like a switch flips on inside of me, and I'm already laughing before I know it's happening.

And don't even get me started on blowing raspberries into it. That's the very worst. It's like my entire body just short circuits and I can't catch my breath because it's just too much. Honestly, I want it so badly, and I don't know why, but I'd rather choke on my own shame than let anyone know how much I'd adore just… letting someone go crazy there. I'm not ready to let anyone in on how weak I am when it comes to my belly button. That would be so humiliating. I just can't forget my v-line. That like, area, is major tickle spot. The moment someone even looks at it, I just go off. The notion of someone tracing their fingers up and down there makes my mind go blank and I start to turn very red, and not the positive kind either. It's just that bad, and I don't even know why I find it so…ticklish. And I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it, because the thought of someone targeting that area with intent makes me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I know I sound crazy right now. I do. Honestly, I’m sitting here and wondering if I should even write all of this down. But it feels better to get it out. At least in the diary, I don't have the feeling like anyone can taunt me. Particularly not Channie—God, if he had a clue how bad I wanted him to gang together with everyone else and destroy me, I never would hear an end of it. He'd probably find it amusing, and that's exactly what I need less. The final thing. He already teases me enough. I don't even know what he'd do if he knew what was happening in my mind. Anyway, I guess I should maybe stop thinking about this before I get even more embarrassed. But… yeah, I'll own up to it. I want it. I really do. Just...don't tell anyone.

Seungmin gaped at the diary entry, mouth open and jaw dropped as he reread the last few lines again and again. His hyung…was in a lee mood?

Seung couldn’t believe it. Of course, he didn’t take Minho’s diary to invade the loser’s privacy, more like he had no idea what the little book was and accidentally flipped to the last page written and was automatically drawn to the familiar scrawl on the page.

All of a sudden, the most mischievous smile he had ever had began to grow on his face.

“CHAAAANNNN HYUUUUUUNNNGGGG!!”

Chan burst through the door, out of breath and the most terrified expression on his face. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! Something’s wrong, you called me hyung, there’s no way—Oh…” His sentence was unfinished as Seung stuck the diary under Chan’s nose.

…

“Oh Minho-yah~”

Minho arrived home after the most atrocious dance practice with some trainees, stretching his arms out and sighing as he dropped his bag near the couch and kicked his shoes off.

He didn’t wait for anyone to greet him, but the sudden urge to just run to someone and provoke them, or just downright tell them to just wreck him until he sees stars, was becoming too much to handle. Minho didn’t know how much more he could take.

But what he didn’t expect at all was being hoisted into the air by a certain bunny. “Changbin!” Minho hissed loudly, “What are you doing?”

”Ohhhh, you’ll find out, hyung~”

And Minho had to admit, he was kinda curious as to what Binnie was up to. So he let himself be carried right into Chan’s room. His heart leapt into his throat and he gulped down his excitement at the expression on Channie’s face. Mischievous, with that certain glint in his eye that let Min know he was gonna get wrecked. And boy was he excited for it. Minho was dumped very unceremoniously onto the bed and surrounded by seven gleeful members, who silently grabbed his arms and legs and tied them down as softly as they could, and all Minho could do was squeeze his eyes shut and whine half-heartedly as his shirt was being untucked.

“Come on…you really don’t have to…just let me gooo—”

“Quit the act, hyung. We all know you really want this, so shut up and take it.” Jeongin laughed as Minho’s lips squeezed shut and his face was red instantly. Humbled in an instant.

Hyunjin grinned beside him as he set some tools on the bed. An electric toothbrush, some feathers, massagers, and a pair of gloves that looked more like medieval torture devices.

Minho couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips. But his heart raced into excitement as two very gentle hands closed over his eyes, clouding his vision and senses with the smell of cheesecake.

Minho gasped as something very cold dripped onto his stomach and he squeaked and bit his lip as it was spread around. Okay, this is fine—everything’s fine.

Suddenly, it seemed as though the members have decided to just abandon the idea of his shirt entirely. “Hey!” Minho yelped, but the feeling of hands at his sides made him shrink back again.

“You ready to be wrecked harder than ever, Minho?” Chan’s teasing, honey like voice floated above him, and before Minho could stop himself, he found himself nodding. The cooing and teasing that followed was almost unbearable.

Everything was still for a little while, with Jisung’s hands still over his eyes. Minho appreciated that—Sung knew how much he hated blindfolds. It also saved him the embarrassment of having to maintain eye contact with the others.

Then Chan began assigning roles. Minho whined, the urge to just yell at them to start was starting to weight him down heavily.

Then he heard exactly what was gonna happen to him.

"Okayyyy, so Hyunjin, you get paintbrushes, Lixie gets the massagers, Seungmin, you get the gloves… Changbinnie you get the—hmmmm, how about the feathers?” Chan hummed, settling onto Minho’s hips. “Innie you can use your fingers, you’re good at that, and Sungie is there to make sure Minho doesn’t faint, got it?”

Minho whimpered at the thought that there had to be a member who kept him from fainting. However, he was drowned out by the chorus of cheering and the sudden sensation of hands descending onto his sensitive, anticipation-ridden body.

The sensation was horribly ticklish. Minho grit his teeth and arched his back as high as he could as fingers kneaded into his oiled sides, and he could feel Chan’s gentle thumb circling his belly button and nearly choked on his own scream. Changbin was happily teasing the feathers around Minho’s ears, while massagers were circling his belly, courtesy of Felix.

Minho’s eyes watered instantly, and he couldn’t believe the volume of the laughter that burst out of him, along with the very embarrassingly high pitched squeal that he let out as Chan’s thumb finally stopped teasing and entered his belly button.

“AHHH!!” Minho screeched, “OHMYGOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOOD!! OHMYGOD SLOW DOHOHOHOHOWN!!”

Minho’s entire mind went positively blank as he felt two very mischievous thumbs drilling into his armpits, as rough as possible. “JEONGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!! NGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH—STOP STOP STAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA!!”

“Awwwww, does it tickle?” Chan teased, his eyes fond as Minho squealed loudly and bucked up and down under the barrage of fingers tickling him.

Then Seungmin got involved and Minho felt like he was gonna ascend. “Ohhh, did I find a good spot?” Gloved thumbs digging into his lower belly, the soft but spiky feeling of those gloves sending poor Minho into a squealing frenzy, much to the others’ amusement.

“He’s so cute!” Jisung laughed from above Minho, who was now beginning to cackle so hard his stomach ached and it was uncontrollable.

But it was exactly what he wanted. Fingers everywhere, Chan’s thumb in his belly button while the rest of his fingers spidered along Minho’s sides, and so many tools everywhere. Seungmin had now flattened his hands and was using his palms to drag the bristles along the sensitive skin of Minho’s v-line.

“OHOHOHOHOH MY—OHMYGOSHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!” Minho howled. He could feel himself start to shake, his whole body trembling with the excess laughter as they began to switch spots. The gloves were now scrubbing at his armpits, and Minho was deemed completely helpless due to the restraints keeping his arms up entirely.

The second Jeongin’s nails switched to his v-line, dragging along the taut skin, Minho was so absolutely, completely gone. “Did I find another tickle spot?”

Minho let out another infamous squeal, his voice so high pitched at this point it didn’t even sound like him anymore. “YEEHEHEHEHEHES!! YES IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHA—” Amd then it was quiet. Minho grit his teeth, screaming silently and bucking up and down as hard as he could, but it was fruitless. He was laughing so hard, and now he was completely silent.

“You’re usually so tough, aren’t you? And now you can’t even beg anymore~” Changbin’s voice drifted from above him, but Minho could barely register it in his haze of ticklishness.

“How much does this tickle on a scale of one to ten?” Seungmin asked in a mocking tone, his gloves hands now switching to his bristled thumbs rubbing torturous circles into the skin, watching Minho howl, his back arching as his grin stretched so wide and so adorably. Mouthing the word “TEHEHEHEHEN” over and over, but unable to form a sound

“He’s smiling so hard~” Hyunjin commented, grinning as he swirled his brush around Min’s belly button, making the kitten choke on another screech.

And with a loud, prolonged, frustrated screech of helpless laughter, Minho’s voice was back, squeaky and loud and desperate as he laughed himself silly…again and again and again with no end.

But he knew he loved it. And the others knew he loved it too.

“Awh, isn’t this exactly what you imagined in your cute little diary entry? Isn’t it what he imagined?” Chan asked, and laughed as Minho shot up all over again, his eyes wide and frantic and horrified. It was adorable.

“NOHOHOHOHO YOU DIDNT!! YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T!!” Minho screamed, his face the picture of adorable helplessness.

“Oh, we did~”

“THATS NOT FAIR—You can’t look through my—DIAAAHAHAAHAHAHHAAAA!!” Minho’s words weee gone the minute Chan went for his ribs, while the others continued their little attack on his ticklish spots.

“Uh—he looks ready to pass out, guys…” Jisung calls, fondly wiping the tears slipping down Minho’s face as the older screeched out a final “STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

And it did stop. Thank goodness. The tears didn’t, however.

Minho’s face crumpled as he buried his face into a pillow. And then the others realized they may have taken it a step too far to mention his diary.

Seungmin pulled Minho into a hug. “I promise you, we found it on accident, and we don’t judge at all. I honestly found it pretty cute, hyung…”

“M’kay…” Minho whispered, and buried his head into the warm, safe crook of the puppy’s neck.

“Good, you ready for dinner?—”

Minho slumped in his arms, and everyone burst into laughter when they heard the tiny snores coming from their adorable kitten.

[bbokicidal]

hello :3 i’m so obsessed with ur work. i can’t stop thinking about the aftermath of "What Happens When..." | [SKZ] OT8 | [I.N]. like what goes on in the bedroom after they left felix and reader alone in the bedroom 🙈 will u ever consider writing a little bit more about this? no pressure ofc i simply want to know what you envisioned when u wrote this fic hehe it’s my fav~

I'm going to share a secret with you;

I don't go into writing with a plan, LMAO. I just start writing and let my brain shitpost stuff onto a page and then go back to spruce it up a little with some fancy words and punctuation. I don't really brainstorm before I write the actual fic/headcanons/what have you.

I think I wrote that with the idea in mind that Felix and Reader both shared a spit kink, which is why he won the bet and got to have you as long as he wanted to himself.

And I'd like to imagine he'd probably fucked the reader til they were shaking, if they weren't already. Felix is definitely the type of guy to go all out and even though he looks soft and cuddly and cute (and he is) he's also the type to let loose and he absolutely has a more rough and greedy side to him in my opinion. (which is not a bad thing ofc.) So he probably fucked the reader til they were whining, whimpering. maybe not like.. brain-is-mush fucking, but can't-think-of-anything-other-than-his-name type fucking for sure. I also mentioned in the fic that he was going to pump the reader full of his cum before returning them to jeongin so that is absolutely what he did.

The type to shove his cum back into your hole when he's done because he hates the sight of it leaking out. He came inside you for a reason, leave that shit in there !! But I also think he's like... the type to get really worn down after sex. Like, chest heaving, panting hard, teary eyed, hair sticking to his jaw from sweat. Good lawd his washboard abs are probably glistening w/ how much he sweats when he fucks.

Anywho - that's a brief idea of what I think happened after the events of Innie's fic w/ Felix. A lot of ppl asked for part two or asked me what I envisioned and I ,, had no idea til now, so. Thanks! hahaha

[ninja-confession-go]

Long rant about Jay (not a hate rant quite the opposite actually)

I hate that they got rid of Jay's mechanic/inventor traits as time went on. And instead of just bringing those traits back they keep introducing characters to fill In that role.

Like Im sorry but why are 3 of the 4 gals apart of the main group into mechanics or deals with tech in someway??? Why is Wyldfyre the only gal who doesn't have an interest In tech????

Nya, Sora and Pixal all fulfill essentially the same tech role and while that's fine as they can easily fulfill different aspects, my issue is WHY NOT BRING JAY'S SKILLS BACK THEN?

They r clearly not afraid of multiple characters fulfilling similar roles so why was Jay the only one who's mechanic skills were stripped away?

Like his skills were so important in the earlier seasons he helped out so much and even got the bounty for fuckin fly?? Like his skills in machinery was also a reason why wu chose him too so to strip that away just makes no sense?

Like I'll forever be salty about this, his intelligence in machinery was so interesting to see especially when u consider the comedic kinda of character he's supposed to be. They could easily made him the mad scientist type of inventor/mechanic but they just hate fun and whimsy and would rather he be just comedic relief and nothing else I guess.

THATS ANOTHER THING

I hate how they treated Jay like he was stupid in later seasons too. They really dumbed him down instead of being the smart comedic relief he's the dumb comedic relief and I HATE it. bro literally deals with mechanics and made shit from scraps if there is one thing he ISNT, is stupid.

Like if they had just made him, let's say not emotionally intelligent i could understand. This is my own personal headcanons coming through, but i don't think he was around many other humans aside from his parents and occasional mail man growing up, and while i dont think he means to come off as a jerk, he tends to say shit without thinking it through as we have seen ALOT and that could be chalked up to him dealing more with machines than people. So If they had just focues on his lack of emotional intelligence, THAT I could understand and would have been fine with. Obviously this is more my own headcanon coming through but u get the idea

But they just made him more all around stupid and I just find that so hard to believe.

I hate how none of Jay's backstory has been explored too.

They introduced a mind shattering revelation that Jay's adopted and proceeded to do...nothing with it.

WHYYYYY???

It would have been so cool to explore that but no, it gets no mention or focus at all aside from that random coversation betwen Unagami and Jay in the season that absolutely should have been a Jay season but for some reason wasn't. Like why bring it up then lol

I also hate that all of Jay's conflicts tend to involve Nya. Like I know they yin/yang but cmon bro, not every conflict Jay goes through has to focus on his relationship with Nya. Let this man get SOME interesting characterization that isn't based around Nya CMON

I saw a few posts on here talking about Jay's characterization and I just had to jump In with my two cents cuz it's crazy how they brutalized him in later seasons. The Fandom tries their hardest to keep the mechanic aspect of Jay alive and I appreciate that so much cuz it's a crime they got rid(or forgot or whatever) of it later on

If u can't tell I'm a Jay fan who's mad their fav was done SO dirty LOL

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[dakogutin]

hiiii i just binge read all your fics and obsessed is an understatement!!!

idk if u take requests but i had an idea and it’s driving me crazy i just had to put it somewhere.

okay so i thought of it while reading the fic in which remus and sirius hear each other in bed at night.

well…. james and lily share quarters when tnehre head boy and girl, i know they don’t share a room exactly, but i was thinking: with all their tension building up throughout the years, especially that year, one of them hearing the other even if it was so so quiet would drive them crazy and i’d love to see your interpretation of how it goes.

i really hope you consider writing this but if you don’t thank you so much for all you’ve given the fandom!

ive never been thanked for giving to a fandom🥹🥹thankyousosomuch!

havent written exclusively jily smut yet but this one's for you anon<3

[cw for cute plot but with very filthy m/f smut below cut]

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Head Boy and Head Girl. That was definitely one way to have her final year at Hogwarts, Lily thinks to herself. For one, she was forced to work with James Potter often. But the surprises didn't end there as she's progressively making sense of why James Potter became Head Boy.

In the first month she could still deny it, but with their rounds scheduled together, the endless meetings, and their regular check-in with Professor McGonagall, she can't avoid it anymore. James Potter was surprisingly and unfortunately... she shudders... responsible.

She tries-- very hard-- not to let anything show, especially knowing James Potter will run with any reaction he'll get from her. But the realisation hits her harder than a Hex sometimes. And it had been too much lately.

Like that time when they were deciding on which Prefect to assign on the fifth floor corridor. It's where their DADA professor had hidden a "secret special dark creature", and no one was permitted to use that floor for their own safety. The task of keeping that corridor empty fell on the Prefects. Lily had names ready, which included Lupin. She watched James' reaction and sure enough, he protested. He and his gang were always weirdly protective of that quiet Lupin.

"Davies can take Lupin's place."

Lily raised an eyebrow. "No one gets special treatment, Potter. I wouldn't have you use Lupin for whatever kind of mischief you otherwise reserved him for."

Potter held out his palms in the air and let out a small chuckle. "None planned, I'm afraid. Just that Davies is rather, how shall I call it..." He shrugs. "A bit of a pompous sod."

"And you'd rather have a pompous sod keep check of whatever dark creature is in there?"

"If the choice is either that or Peeves, Evans? Yep."

"What does Peeves have anything to do with this?"

As though he was waiting for that exact question, Potter leaned his head on the pillar as an arrogant grin on his face matched his tone. "Lupin is one of the few people who can go toe to toe with Peeves. There's Sirius, but he's out of the question. Not a Prefect and all that. Of course, I'm another option but I'll clearly be occupied, won't I?"

No words come to Lily. He was right. To think she was too caught up with the smaller picture of using Lupin to spite Potter.

"And," James adds, "Davies loves his authority. If anything, students passing by that floor wouldn't think twice in following what he says. While Lupin can help the first years get to their common rooms without being tormented by our resident poltergeist."

It's this point that Lily failed to contain the awe from her face.

"I know. I'm rather brilliant." James waggled his eyebrows.

She simply rolled her eyes in response then.

At present, she couldn't help but have all those other similar instances where James Potter surprised her of his maturity and dedication to his role fill her mind as she went searching for him. He just had to have Quidditch practice at the same time with their meeting, so now the task of passing him the minutes of meeting fell to her as Head Girl.

She could wait until tomorrow of course, but the thought of an unfinished business with James Potter didn't exactly sound appealing. She'd much rather be done with it as soon as possible.

The pitch was empty when she reached it. Practice must've been over. For a moment she dreaded the more complicated prospect of searching for James in the entire castle, but that was when she spotted Sirius Black.

"Where's your other half?" she demanded.

"Evans," he noted. "Good morning to you too." Then he proceeded his steps.

"Black, wait." Lily held out the paper. "Why don't you give him this."

He stared at it for a second, then glanced up to her. "I'm allergic to official documents. Sorry."

"Don't be an arse. I'm just asking you to pass it to him since you're attached at the hip anyways. And it would spare me the trouble of having to look for him."

"Do it yourself." Black grinned. "He's in the changing rooms, doodling the team's strategy like a proper swot."

Lily sighed. "Why can't you do it? Please," she added, begrudgingly.

Black shrugged, already walking off. "I'm not the Head Girl."

He was gone before she could even form a retort.

After dragging her feet to the changing rooms she found it as empty as the Quidditch pitch. Lily debated simply sending her owl, but in the end she decided against it since the Owlery is in yet another tower. She cursed Sirius Black in her head, dismissing this as some stupid prank. Honestly, why hadn't she expected that?

She then heard a distant noise. Someone was inside. Lily proceeded further and was about to call out Potter's name when she recognised the sound of water spraying down on tiled floors.

If this person really was Potter, he was in the middle of a shower.

Lily clamped her mouth shut and cursed Sirius Black again, retracting her steps as silently as possible.

As she turned for the exit she heard a noise from the shower. She thought it had been a hum-- that maybe James Potter was one of those people who sang while showering...

Except it was too faint and too guttural to be a hum.

When Lily heard the noise again, she was more than certain he wasn't singing. The noise shot right through her, leaving a shudder. She needed to leave. Now.

But as another soft moan echoed in the small room, Lily could distinctly tell it was indeed James Potter's raspy voice. And that just made everything worse.

Her face heated as it became harder to breathe. Suddenly all she could picture was James Potter-- just a few steps away-- completely naked, sopping wet... and touching himself. Her treacherous mind reminded her how he's always been showing off about his form and how he worked hard during the summer, plus with playing Quidditch all these years. The thought of that form he worked so hard on right now?

Lily swallowed, and that's when she realised her mouth was watering. She was mortified as much as she found herself frozen. Another moan slipped out from behind her, deeper and gruffer. And just like that her mouth wasn't the only thing that's wet.

She needed to go. She needed to go. She needed to go. "Fuck!" she hissed a whisper. This was wrong on so many levels.

One foot was out of the room when-- she dropped her wand.

Horrified, she didn't waste time picking it up and bolting out. She could only hope James Potter was... too busy... to have heard that.

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Lily stayed at a deserted hallway overlooking the Great Lake for Merlin knows how long just collecting herself, questioning her life choices, and wondering if she should Obliviate herself. The thing is, distraction was just about impossible. She'd find herself circling back to all those sinful thoughts, and those sounds.

A voice broke through her spiral. She jumped at the unexpectedness but failed to make out the words. Turning to face the person, her knees almost gave out to the sight of none other than James Potter. He was still wearing his Quidditch uniform, which only sculpted his indeed very fit form. Why? Wasn't his practice over? Hadn't he already showered? Why did he have to wear that now?

She stared at him for a while and she saw how he was still expecting a response. "What did you say?" she asked dumbly.

Hands shoved in his pockets and grinning slightly, he stepped closer. "I said, are you all right?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" "Lily felt her breathing become unsteady once more and internally cursed herself. "And... why would you just come out of nowhere to ask me that? How did you even find me? What do you want?"

"Right," Potter chuckled. "You seem tense."

Lily took a deep breath. "I'm just tired. Look, I only meant to give you this." And finally, she was relieved from her task.

"Thanks, Evans." He said without sparing more than a second's glance at the paper.

"Sure." She then fixed her bag over her shoulder and walked past James Potter.

"Wa- where're you going?" He called behind her.

"Erm..." She hated that she didn't have an immediate reply. Anywhere was honestly better, with all those feelings she'd just shoved down already coming back to the surface as Potter looked at her with those round searching eyes. "My room."

"It's 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday."

"Your point being?"

Potter shut his mouth, whatever he wanted to say was left in his thoughts. "Nevermind."

"Okay... well, I'll see you around." Lily turned away once more.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

"The answer is still no, Potter."

He laughed. "Not that." He stepped closer again, taking away the distance Lily just made.

"What is it..." She could smell his aftershave this close.

His glasses were skewed as his eyes scanned her. For the first time Lily felt an impulse to fix it on his nose. "Have you been looking for me?" he asked.

Lily had no idea how to deal with a James Potter like this. He was speaking in a softer voice and he was giving her a gentler gaze. It was far from his usual loud and uncaring tone along with his brazen grin. "I was," she replied. "Just to give you that."

"Right. And you were at the Quidditch pitch?"

She didn't like where this was headed. "Yeah. You had practice, of course that's where I'd look." At that, he simply nodded. "Why do you need to know?" she challenged.

James Potter's grin was back. "Guess I'm just curious."

Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer. "About what?"

He shrugged. "How long you can avoid what you know I'm talking about."

Lily decided to play his game. "What are you talking about?"

"Sirius told me he saw you," he said, stepping closer.

Lily held his gaze. "Oh? What else did he say?"

"That he told you where I was."

Nope. She couldn't do it. "Have you no shame?" Lily turned away, her cheeks heating up. "Whatever, okay. I didn't see anything."

Potter broke into a laugh. Of course he had no shame. "I didn't mean to make you... tense."

Still refusing to meet his face, Lily replied, "I'm perfectly fine."

"Evans," he called soflty, "I can tell your face is red."

"Maybe because this topic is largely inappropriate!"

"Alright, sorry," he said with another wave of chuckles. "I'm letting you go now."

Lily sighed in relief. "Thank you." She made one move to head off when Potter spoke once more.

"Just thought I'd let you know, I'd recognise your perfume anywhere."

There was just no way she was getting out of this unscathed. It became clear she should just stop resisting. Lily turned. "So, you knew I walked in."

Surprise was evident on Potter's face. Perhaps he expected Lily to walk away. "Not at first," he admitted.

"But you continued anyway." Lily took slow but consistent steps like a prowling cat, stopping right in front of Potter. He followed her every move with his gaze alone, half-lidded eyes trailed down to hers. "Would you do that if anyone else had walked in?" she added in a murmur.

Potter tilted his head. He had a dazed look, and his lips were parted. "You know I wouldn't."

Already this close, it didn't take much for their lips to meet in a kiss.

A shudder spread through Lily's skin in hearing a pleased but muffled sound from Potter. The thought of drawing more of those sounds from him filled her with dark anticipation. Big warm hands caressed her softly as she tugged on his hair. Too lost with the slick heat of James Potter's mouth, she gasped at the sudden solid brick of the wall against her back. James was crowding her there-- in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by and see.

"James..." she mumbled against his lips.

He responded with a groan, strong arms squeezing her. It was remarkably secure in his hold, and she could definitely feel his form. She took a self-indulgent moment to let her hands explore, never leaving his lips. From his sturdy chest to the narrowing of his waist. Merlin, she could do this for hours.

"Mmph..." James let out a deeper moan, and she felt it on her neck. "Lily..." His voice this close to her ear was nothing compared to hearing it in the shower. And for him to moan her name...

Lily's knees threatened to give out, and the certainty of being held firm by James almost convinced her. Instead, the palm on his chest pushed him until their lips were apart. "Not here," she whispered.

James stared at her for a while, still caught in a daze. She watched as her words settled in his mind, dilated pupils scanning her until they widened in realisation. Then, a smirk stretched his swollen lips. He looks as though the disbelief hasn't left him. That this really is happening. In all fairness, Lily couldn't believe it too.

"Wipe that stupid expression away and find us somewhere private, will you," she said with a chuckle.

His smirk stretched into a grin. "Yes, ma'am." He stole one last kiss before stepping back, pulling her with their linked hands.

James led them to an empty classroom. With a wave of his wand the lock clicked, and he was instantly back on her like a starved man, guiding her to the nearest desk. Lily welcomed every kiss before pulling his tight uniform over his head. "You found this room really quickly, huh." She couldn't help but notice.

"Hmm?" His shirt was now off, his hair was messier, and his glasses sat crookedly on his nose.

Finally, Lily fixed his glasses. "I just said, you seem to always know which places to look. You found me easily too, just earlier. I had to look for you for hours!"

Two blinks until he managed a response. "Oh." He shrugged. "Just... great sense of direction. May I?" he asked, glancing to the buttons of her shirt.

Lily gave him a look. "Since when were you a gentleman?" she said, then proceeded to unbutton herself. Much to her satisfaction, his eyes never left her hands.

"Since," he swallowed thickly, "since you bothered to find out."

"That doesn't make sense." Lily let her shirt fall from her shoulders and perched on the desk.

James' breaths were heavier. "No, it doesn't." His eyes stayed stuck on her breasts. He would lift his gaze to her eyes but they'd constantly fall back down. It was adorable.

With a fond smile straining her cheeks, Lily reached for James' hand and placed it on her left tit. "You can touch me, you know." She then pulled him closer, parting her legs to make space. "I want you to touch me."

A surprised laugh left James' throat. He bit his bottom lip, if only to contain his wide grin. "Fuck, Lily..." James surged forward into a desperate kiss, pressing down until Lily was lying back. Her skirt hitched up until it was now loosely around her waist. She could feel everything in this position, the most prominent being the erection against her own wetness, and the thrilling fact of being separated only by a few layers of clothing.

She bucked her hips impatiently, grinding against James. The groan she elicited from him went directly into her mouth. It's then she zeroed in on one goal. She needed to hear more.

While James' hands were otherwise engrossed with feeling up Lily's tits, she trailed hers downward, reaching for a buckle. James noticed with a gasp and pulled off to shoot her a look of pure want. Hooded eyes, heaving chest, and swollen lips curled into a grin. He was the image of a wet dream.

James watched as her deft fingers unbuttoned him, tugged his pants to pull out his hard cock. It fell right between her legs, sitting on top of the wet patch of her panties. Then, she stroked.

She was rewarded with a shaky moan from the man on top, his head dropped to rest on her neck as she found a rhythm. Right next to her ear, she could hear the shaky sighs and the small whimpers whenever she twisted her wrist just so. Then, an idea popped in her head.

"This was what you were doing in the shower?" she cooed.

"Oh, fuck..." he drawled before dissolving into a short laugh. He rocked his hips, aiding Lily's fist. It caused his cock to graze against her clit. She jolted in surprise just as a moan escaped her lips. "No," James continued, now gazing down at her. "This is infinitely better."

"James..." she whined, pleading. She didn't know what exactly, just that she wanted him to do something.

It's as though she flipped a switch in James' brain. He pulled up from lying on top of her, closed one hand around his cock and used his other to dip inside Lily's underwear, finally sliding his finger through her slick folds. Lily sobbed out a moan, her head falling back.

The finger stopped teasing and finally rubbed her clit. With Lily's mouth hanging open, she reconnected their lips until they swallowed each other's moans. Her hand that was still around his cock started jerking him off in time with his fingers. It prompted James to slip them inside her waiting hole and her other arm instantly flew around his shoulders, gripping tightly to ground herself from the whirlwind of pleasure.

They stayed in that perfect dance for a while as James' fingers tested different angles and eliciting different responses from Lily. When he found that delicious spot inside her, and she cried out from beneath him, he pulled out. Then, he got off her completely.

Before Lily could even form her protest, getting on her elbows to find exactly where he is, she was met with the sight of James getting on his knees between her legs. He delicately slid her knickers to one side-- then licked a stripe up her wet cunt.

Her head fell back down as she moaned hoarsely, a distant thought crossed her mind that hoped no one passed by this classroom, but it was quickly replaced by that same wave of arousal when she felt two fingers slip inside her again.

Just as she'd thought it couldn't get any better, James would moan-- and the vibrations went directly where his mouth kissed and sucked. It was too much.

"James!" She panted. "James, fuck, I'm... I think I'm go--" But James wasn't interested in helping her finish her sentence, speeding up his fingers, sucking harder, and moaning louder. She didn't stand a chance. Lily came in waves and waves, writhing in place as she was powerless to James' firm grip.

When the high subsided and she felt one with her body again, she didn't waste time pulling James up to his feet and smashing their lips to a heated kiss. Her hands crawled to his neglected cock, hot and leaking, and stroked him with all the intent to see him fall apart. His jaw fell slack and all he could do was turn into a mess of whimpers and groans.

A twitch in her hand told her he was close, and then he was coming a rope of hot white on her. It seemed forever that he recovered from his peak. "Fucking hell," he said after taking his first breath. "I don't think I came this hard in my life." He shook with laughter. The sight prompted a surge of emotion in Lily's chest that she couldn't help but drag him back into a long kiss.

The only coherent thought in her head was this couldn't be the last time this happened. "Ask me again, Potter," she said breathlessly, fixing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.

It took him a long while to figure out what she wanted him to say, until finally, he grinned. "Lily Evans, will you go on a date with me to Hogsmeade?"

She mirrored his grin. "I'd go on a date with you wherever, James Potter."

The elation on his face could light up the entire castle on Christmas day. He let out one huff of laughter before collapsing on top of her and drowning her in kisses.

[flowerbloomsworld]

Heyy i don’t normally request something so i‘m sorry for any discomfort. Also Englisch is my second Language so sorry for any mistakes! Could you Write something with Jamal Musiala? Just pure Fluff or light suggestiv or a mix of fluff and Crack? Maybe like domastic Relationship Stuff like cudling with him after a Game or Meeting his Friends for the First Time. Also could u include a small age gap of Like 3 years? I’m intressted in ur thoughts of a slightly younger reader I read all Post i could find with him and that I’m Comfortable Reading. I’m starving for more Posts with this man 😔😭💞

☆ Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing well! I'm really happy to know that you enjoy my writing. I started developing this story a few days ago, and when I saw your comment yesterday, I thought about blending my ideas with yours. I hope you like it! I'm still considering writing something based solely on your ideas, but either way, thank you for your support. Enjoy the read, and don’t forget to leave a like! xoxo ♡

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love and goals

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Jamal Musiala, Bayern’s star, is in a phase of great achievements, and after an impressive hat-trick, he finds himself surrounded by the admiration of the fans and the pride of Ella, his partner. Between success on the field and celebrations with his team, they share moments of tenderness and connection, where love blends with the joy of victory. As the day unfolds, the celebration turns into a special night for the couple, where the bond goes beyond football and strengthens in an intimate and emotional setting. A story of love, success, and achievements, both on and off the field.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Jamal and Ella had known each other since they were kids, thanks to her older brother. Ella, a Brazilian, moved to England early when Jonas was bought by Chelsea in 2010 to play in the youth team, around the same time Jamal arrived. The two became inseparable ever since, both being 7 years old, while Ella was just 4.

With Ella’s family moving to England and Jamal being there on his own, they never separated. Her family welcomed him as one of their own. Jamal became like a brother to both Jonas and Ella.

When I say they were inseparable, I really mean it. They were always together. But at 16, when he was sold to Bayern Munich, Ella’s family felt a deep sadness.

Despite the distance, Jamal’s absence always marked Ella’s life. He had always been so kind, so affectionate, treating her with a care that she truly valued.

The truth is, Ella had been in love with Jamal since she was 9, but she thought it was impossible for several reasons. Jamal began noticing her when she was 12, and he remembered it well.

Flashback

It all started when he came back from vacation. He had gone to spend some time with his family in Germany, and when he returned, his perception of Ella had changed. He arrived two weeks before the holidays ended, and, as always, he stayed at Jonas’s house during that time.

When Jamal arrived at the door, it was Diego, Ella’s father, who opened it.

— Jamal, my boy, you’re back! — Diego smiled, giving Jamal a pat on the back and letting him in.

— Hi, Mr. Diego! How’s everything? — Jamal asked, smiling easily as he entered, already familiar with the house.

He heard voices coming from the kitchen. As he approached, he realized that Jonas and Ella were in the middle of an argument.

— You haven’t grown at all, Ella! — Jonas was teasing his sister.

— I have grown! You’re crazy! — Ella shot back indignantly.

Janice, Ella’s mother, was watching with a contained smile, trying not to laugh at the kids’ argument. When she noticed Jamal, her smile widened, and she waved at him.

— Oh, Jamal, it’s so good to see you! — Janice said, smiling and walking toward him. The siblings were so focused on their argument that they didn’t notice he had already arrived.

— Jamal! — Jonas finally looked at him, surprised. — You came early, huh!

Jamal smiled and greeted his friend. Ella, who had her back to him, quickly turned around when she heard him and, without much formal greeting, walked up to him and gave him a quick hug.

— Hi, Jamal — she said, pulling away almost immediately. She stopped in front of him, looked him up and down, and asked with a curious smile:

— Don’t you think I’ve gotten taller?

For the first time, Jamal saw Ella in a different way. She was wearing a short white top and loose shorts, which seemed a bit shorter than he remembered. She wore white socks, and the way she positioned herself in front of him made him notice details he had never seen before.

Her chest was a little more prominent, naturally following the shape of her top without being exaggerated. Her legs seemed more toned, and her eyes, even more mesmerizing. Jamal was caught in her gaze for a moment until Jonas, suspicious, gave him a light nudge on the shoulder.

— Earth to Jamal! — Jonas said, laughing, and shook Jamal’s shoulder.

Jamal quickly snapped back to reality, a bit dazed.

— Oh, right... of course — Jamal replied with a slight smile, trying to cover up his reaction.

Ella looked at him with a more attentive, almost worried gaze and asked:

— Are you okay, Jamal?

— Yeah, sure. Just... a little distracted — Jamal responded, forcing a more natural smile, while his eyes slid back to hers.

From that moment on, Jamal never looked at Ella the same way again. He felt a bit guilty, but he also understood that she was growing up, which was completely natural. At first, it was just an attraction, but soon that feeling became stronger, something he couldn’t ignore.

Jamal was sure he liked Ella when he saw her talking to Cole, a teammate of his and Jonas’s, at Jonas’s birthday party. He knew Cole had shown interest in Ella several times, and that night, seeing them laughing together made a strange feeling grow inside him. It was a feeling he didn’t want to have, but he couldn’t ignore it.

Without thinking much, Jamal walked over and said, trying to hide his irritation:

— Hey, Ella, can you give me a hand real quick?

Ella turned to him, a little surprised. — Hi, Jamal, sure. What do you need?

— Well, I was thinking... can you help me find the bathroom? — Jamal forced a smile, trying to seem as casual as possible. The excuse was silly, but he just wanted to get her away from Cole.

Ella looked at him confused. — Don’t you know where the bathroom is? It’s practically in your house.

Jamal looked to the side, making sure Cole wasn’t paying attention.

— Oh, yeah... but I... I don’t really remember, and... could you show me? — He gestured, trying to seem carefree.

Ella looked at him for a moment, still not quite understanding, but she eventually agreed.

— Okay, let’s go.

She followed Jamal down the hallway, still not understanding what was happening, and Jamal, in turn, didn’t know how to explain the situation. When they reached a more secluded corner, he said, trying to cover up the situation.

— Okay, I think we found the bathroom... I just wanted to get you out of there, you know?

Ella looked at him, completely confused.

— Seriously? You called me here just to get me away from Cole?

Jamal gave an awkward smile and scratched his neck. — Yeah, it was kinda silly... but I just didn’t want you to be there. It wasn’t a big deal. — He looked away, avoiding her gaze, still not understanding what had driven him to act that way.

Ella looked at him, a bit unsure of what to think, but nervously laughed.

— Alright, Jamal, if you say so...

That little gesture left Ella confused, but at the same time, completely flustered. It seemed like jealousy, but was it really? Jamal’s action was so unexpected, so strange, that it affected her in a way she couldn’t explain. Still, she tried not to think too much about it, pretending nothing significant had happened. But the feeling lingered, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was really going through his mind.

And so it went. They lived their lives normally, pretending they felt nothing more than friendship, until Jamal decided to invite Ella for ice cream. He remembers never feeling so nervous in his life. The idea of inviting her to an ice cream shop came because he knew how much she loved ice cream, and that increased the chances of her not refusing.

Jamal had his hands in his pockets, trying to seem carefree, but his tone of voice betrayed his shyness:

— And... ah, you... wanna go get ice cream with me? If it’s not a problem, of course.

Ella looked at him, a bit surprised, but with a smile on her face.

— Sure, why not? You know I love ice cream.

The invitation was simple, but the conversation flowed naturally while they were there. It was a quick outing, but very fun. They talked about many things: Jamal’s games, what was going on at Ella’s school, and even some funny childhood stories. With each meeting, they felt more comfortable with each other.

— I didn’t know you knew so much about... those board games. You almost seem like you have a hidden talent.

— I’m full of surprises. There’s more where that came from.

These outings became more frequent, and it soon became obvious to both of them that something more was happening. Their friendship was turning into something deeper, although they both tried not to pay too much attention to it at first.

Eventually, when Ella was 15 and Jamal 18, he asked her to be his girlfriend. Despite the distance — Jamal had already returned to Germany —, they never separated. They kept in touch every day, with calls, voice messages, and video chats. Even though Ella was still in school and Jamal focused on his games, they always found a way to meet whenever they could.

The relationship lasted three years, plus one year of engagement. Yeah, crazy, right? Jamal had been famous for a long time, one of the biggest names in football, a big promise. He shone every time he stepped onto the field. He had always been reserved but always made it clear he had someone by his side. And when he confirmed the engagement rumors at 22, the media went wild because he was so young. There were a lot of positive comments, but also many criticisms. Some members of Ella’s family also gave negative opinions, as she had just finished school and was in her second year of university.

Ella’s parents, although they loved Jamal and knew he was a good person, had some doubts.

— You’re both so young, Ella. — Janice couldn’t hide her worry, looking at her daughter. — I just want you to think carefully... You’re both so young to make such a big decision right now.

She looked at her parents and sighed. She knew this moment would come, but she was certain of her decision.

— Mom, Dad... we know what we’re doing. We’re not making any rash decisions. Jamal is the right person for me.

Diego, always more direct, tried to be cautious, but without disrespecting his daughter’s choice.

— We’re not saying he isn’t, honey. It’s just... you’re just starting college. There’s a lot ahead of you. — He looked at Janice, then at Ella, trying to soften his words. — We know you have real feelings, and Jamal... well, he’s a good guy. We trust him.

— We’re just worried, dear. — Janice smiled kindly, but her voice still carried a hint of concern. — But if you’ve made up your mind, the most important thing is that you’re happy.

Jamal, who had been there, quiet and observing, felt a wave of gratitude seeing the trust of Ella’s parents, even though there was that natural concern due to their age. He knew that, deep down, they accepted him and trusted that he would take good care of Ella.

— Thank you, Diego, thank you, Janice. I’ll take great care of her, you can be sure of that. — Jamal smiled, and his words were sincere.

Ella looked at him with a smile, feeling secure in the decision they had made, knowing that, with their support, the road would be even firmer.

Jamal and Ella’s wedding was intimate but full of luxury. A small ceremony, with only close family and friends. Even with the discretion, the event was absolutely stunning, with the simple elegance that marked the most important day of their lives. Few images leaked, most taken secretly, but those who were present would never forget the unique atmosphere and the happiness of the couple.

Right after the wedding, Jamal and Ella headed to their honeymoon in Búzios, a destination that held special meaning for Ella, who had always loved the charm and tranquility of the place. The inn they chose was charming, with a stunning view of the beach, perfect for romantic moments.

The morning after the wedding, the beach called them, and the couple was preparing for a day of sun and sea. Ella was in front of the mirror, applying cream to her face, while Jamal watched her, sitting on the bed with a goofy smile on his face.

Ella looked at him, laughing a little.

— Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to help me get ready for the beach? — she asked, still applying the product, but giving him a playful look.

Jamal laughed and got up from the bed, walking toward her with a mischievous smile on his face. He stood behind her, looking at her reflection in the mirror, and she felt his closeness even before he said anything.

— You look amazing, you know? — he murmured, lowering his gaze to her body.

Ella rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.

— I know, but now I need you. Can you put sunscreen on my back? — she asked, turning a little and looking at him with a mischievous look.

Jamal smiled back, enjoying the moment. He grabbed the sunscreen and began spreading it on her back, his hands gently sliding down her skin. In the end, he couldn’t resist and gave her butt a playful pat.

— You really are incredible. — he said, in a lower voice, almost a whisper. — I never get tired of looking at you.

Ella, a little surprised by his boldness, laughed and turned to him, maintaining a challenging look.

— You’re impossible, Musiala. But what can I do? — she said, trying to keep a serious tone, but fun clearly showing in her voice.

He laughed and pulled her closer before kissing her on the forehead.

— I’ll keep making you smile, that I know. And I’ll keep admiring you like this every day.

Ella smiled, feeling the affection and intimacy of the moment. They were far from the pressures of the outside world, and in that instant, with soft touches and playful moments, everything felt perfect.

They got ready and left the inn, ready for another wonderful day in Búzios, enjoying every second of this new phase of their lives.

It wasn’t long before the game season was back. Bayern would face Bayer Leverkusen in the Super Cup, and the match was scheduled for August 18th. Jamal and his teammates were called back to training at the beginning of August. While Jamal was at training, Ella focused on college. She preferred staying out of the spotlight, being as private as possible. It was hard to escape the news, of course, since she was married to one of the most famous players, but she did her best to stay away from the cameras. Now that she was living in Germany, Ella was starting to study at a local university. Everyday German was still tricky, but she was putting in effort to understand and speak it correctly. She had started learning German when she began dating Jamal, and now she was dedicating herself even more to the language.

Jamal was excited to be back on the field, especially with the Super Cup. He had a positive attitude about the competition and was confident that his team would win.

One evening, he came home a little later than usual, almost 8 p.m. His expression was slightly tired, and in his hands, he held a bag from a café Ella loved. Ella was at home, struggling with the new subject at college. It was an important topic, so she had spent the whole day reviewing and watching explanatory videos on the subject. She was so focused on the video that she didn’t notice when Jamal arrived.

As soon as he entered the house, he called out to her, but Ella was so focused that she didn’t hear him. Then, Jamal went to the door of the office, where she liked to study, and that’s when Ella finally noticed his presence. She quickly paused the video and ran into his arms. Jamal picked her up and kissed her on the forehead. With a smile, he gently placed her on the table in the center of the room and, with a sparkle in his eyes, handed her the bag.

— Here you go, your slice of Red Velvet. I knew you were dying for it. — he said, watching her with affection.

Ella looked at him, smiling, and gave him a kiss on the lips, a softer kiss, but one that didn’t go unnoticed. Jamal, not wasting time, deepened the kiss, making her smile even more when he pulled away.

— How was training? — Ella asked, curious, after pulling away from him.

— It was tough today, I’m kind of broken... — Jamal replied, making a tired expression, but with a faint smile.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to his body. With his head resting on her neck, he spoke in a low voice.

— I don’t think I even need to ask how your day was, right? — he said, his voice soft.

Ella laughed, hugging him tighter.

— The professor introduced a new topic and said it would be really important, that it would be on the exam... but I didn’t understand anything! — She sighed, frustrated with the difficult content.

Jamal made a face and said:

— They haven’t even really started the classes, and they’re already talking about exams? Ugh... — he joked, making her laugh.

Ella smiled, and they continued to embrace, cuddling each other. But Jamal, with a mischievous grin, asked:

— Can you give me a little head rub? — he asked, making a cute face.

Ella looked at him, amused.

— Are you feeling needy, baby? — she asked, laughing at how he was asking for attention.

Jamal shrugged exaggeratedly and said:

— Yes, the training was really tough. Only a little affection can save me now... — he tried to be dramatic, but without losing the fun.

Ella laughed and gave him a loving smile.

— Go take a shower, love. I’ll take another look at the material, and then I’ll be with you. — she said, determined.

Jamal lifted his head off her neck and said dramatically:

— I took a shower at the training center... And about the material, you’ll see it later. — and without warning, he picked her up and started walking toward the bedroom.

Ella pretended to complain.

— Love, I need to look at the material! — she said, trying to act serious.

Jamal looked at her with a completely dramatic expression and said:

— The material is more important than me? Your husband? — he pretended to be very offended, but the smile on his face gave him away.

Ella laughed, squeezing him even tighter.

— Stop being dramatic, man! — she laughed, still enjoying his playful way.

When they reached the bedroom, Jamal laid her on the bed and threw himself on top of her, cuddling her body as if he didn’t want to leave.

— I can’t wait to get back to playing. I want you at the match, you know? You’re coming, right? — Jamal asked, with a smile on his face, while looking at her with affection.

Ella smiled and gave him a quick kiss.

— I’ll be there, love. — she replied, with a sweet look.

He laid his head back on her neck, squeezing her tighter and pulling her closer, as if he wanted to merge their bodies. The tight embrace and their closeness showed just how much Jamal wanted that moment.

That night, Jamal didn’t let Ella focus on studying or anything else. Wherever she went, he was right behind her, acting all cuddly. When she stood up to grab something, he was already there, snuggling up to her, asking for attention.

— Just a little more affection, please? — he said with a mischievous smile.

Ella could only laugh, unable to resist all the attention, and once again, they lost themselves in those moments of affection, laughing and hugging as the night passed.

Days went by, and the big match day arrived. Jamal spent the day at the training center, focused as always. Ella was at home, preparing for the game. When it was time, she got ready carefully. She chose a pair of black flare jeans, a Bayern shirt with Jamal’s name and number on the back, some accessories, and comfortable sneakers. She left her hair natural, just the way he liked it. She looked stunning, but also comfortable, knowing she would spend hours at the stadium.

Once at the VIP area, she sat with Jamal’s family. The game was a true showcase of Jamal’s talent, as he scored a hat-trick. The crowd was ecstatic, and Ella couldn’t hide her pride. Each goal was dedicated to her with subtle gestures full of love. Bayern won 6-2, and the victory felt even more special for Jamal, who was in top form.

Right after the final whistle, the medal ceremony began. Jamal joined his teammates, receiving his medal one by one. When it ended, the team was free to celebrate. He was the first to run over to where the family was, eager to find Ella.

He picked her up, his face beaming with joy, holding her tight, overjoyed with the win.

— You saw it, right? I did it, love! — he said, his face glowing with happiness.

She laughed and hugged him tighter.

— I saw, you were amazing! I knew you’d crush it! — she replied, her eyes sparkling with pride.

Jamal then took off his medal and, with a loving smile, placed it around her neck. Ella touched the medal with an enchanted smile, surprised by the gesture.

— This medal is also yours — Jamal said, grinning. — You’ve been with me all the way.

She pulled him in for a kiss, grateful and moved. Later, he quickly pulled away to grab the trophy. He headed over to the cup, Ella by his side. When the team started taking photos with it, Jamal pulled her close, positioning her by his side for a picture.

— Come on, let’s take our victory photo —he said, holding the cup and smiling at the camera.

Ella posed next to him, holding the trophy, feeling even happier to share the moment with her husband. Their smiles reflected the joy and pride they felt for each other. The photo, with them glowing beside the cup, quickly spread on social media, catching the attention of fans.

After the team’s official celebration, Jamal and Ella were exhausted but happy. When they got home, the fatigue hit Jamal immediately. He collapsed onto the bed, practically passing out from exhaustion, as he always did after a big game. Ella was tired too but allowed herself to be carried by the joy of the night, still smiling inside from the win and her husband's love.

The next day, Bayern hosted a celebratory lunch for the Supercup victory. The event took place at a sophisticated restaurant by Lake Starnberg, with a spectacular view of the water and sunny weather, a pleasant breeze making everyone feel at ease.

Jamal looked sharp in a dark suit, and Ella, radiant in a light, elegant silk dress. They both looked their best, reflecting the happiness of the moment. They were surrounded by Jamal’s teammates and their families, sharing laughs and stories from the game.

— Jamal, you were unstoppable yesterday, man! — Leon Goretzka laughed, approaching Jamal as he and Ella sat down at the table. — That was a real show. How did you manage to score those goals?”

— Pff, just a little luck and lots of practice — Jamal replied with a playful smile, before glancing at Ella. — But the real motivation was having you there watching me.

Ella smiled and shook her head. — Oh, of course, you’re always so modest — she teased, winking at him.

Joshua Kimmich, sitting nearby, joined the conversation with a laugh.

— Modest, my foot. He was already acting like a star before the game. But one thing I didn’t get, Jamal... you scored a hat-trick, but where’s the best player trophy?

Jamal made a face, pretending to be upset.

— They were saving the award for the rest of the team. But of course, I didn’t do anything other than being the best of them all, so it’s fine.

The whole team laughed, and Serge Gnabry, on the other side of the table, added:

— In the end, the one who always shines is Jamal. We can’t hide anymore that he’s our star.

— Ah, we’re all playing well now —Jamal said with a wide grin, raising his glass. — But this title is for all of us.

Everyone toasted, laughing and exchanging game stories. The atmosphere was laid-back, full of jokes and teasing, but also with a strong sense of team spirit.

The event continued with more relaxed conversations, playful banter, and plenty of toasts. Throughout the afternoon, Jamal and Ella were always together but kept exchanging those meaningful looks, as if sharing something just between them.

When the event finally ended and everyone began to say their goodbyes, Jamal pulled Ella aside into a more private corner.

— Now, we celebrate our way — he whispered in her ear, with a mischievous smile.

Later, when they got home, the relaxed atmosphere turned into something more intimate. Jamal looked at her with a sly smile, clearly thinking about something more private.

— Now, love… — Jamal began, walking slowly toward her. — I think we should celebrate this title in a more... personal way. How about we do it, just the two of us, the way we know best?

Ella, sensing the intention in his eyes, couldn’t help but smile, and with a teasing look, she responded:

— I think you’re right... but you’ll have to convince me, won’t you?

Without wasting time, Jamal pulled her close, kissing her passionately. Their kiss started off calm but soon intensified, reflecting the desire and happiness they both felt. Jamal’s hands roamed over her body, holding her against him as if he never wanted to let go. Ella, in turn, surrendered to the moment, feeling the warmth of his body and his soft but intense touch.

The atmosphere around them grew more intimate, their breath growing heavier. Jamal guided her to the bedroom, where the tension of desire seemed to heighten.

— I love you —Jamal whispered, his voice low, as he lay her down on the bed. — I’m the happiest man in the world when I’m with you.

And that night, they savored every second of each other’s company, the intimacy they shared, every touch, every kiss, every gesture becoming a unique and unforgettable celebration of love and accomplishments.

Jamal, with a satisfied smile, considered himself the happiest man in the world at that moment, holding the woman he loved in his arms, celebrating in their own way but in a way he would never forget.

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[mpregstory]

So this is kind of odd but I wrote this long time ago. It‘s not perfect but i guess I just post it before deleting it from my void of unposted stuff haha. Hope u enjoy this 10-Chapter-Thing I wrote in I guess 2022 XD I think The Experiment sounds like a legit title but this is nothing Big u know…despite the length…

Chapter 1: The Experiment

Noah sat nervously on the examination table, staring at the sterile white light of the clinic lamp above him. Elias stood next to him, his hand tightly wrapped around his. Despite the coolness of the room, Noah could feel how warm Elias' skin was - a sign that he was also tense, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Elias asked quietly, leaning closer to him.

Noah took a deep breath. "Yes. I mean, it's crazy, but... if we can be part of something so revolutionary, why not?"

Elias grinned. "So you want to make history?"

"Sounds better than just getting old boringly."

Before Elias could reply, the door opened and a woman in a white coat entered. She was middle-aged, her gray hair tied in a strict bun, but her brown eyes seemed friendly and curious.

"Noah, Elias - welcome. My name is Dr. Laurent, and I will be supervising the procedure for you."

She sat down on the stool and flipped through a digital file on her tablet. "As you know, we are on the threshold of a new era in reproductive medicine. You both volunteered for this experiment, and I must stress that this is a unique and previously untested method. We know that the human body is amazingly adaptable - but pregnancy in a male body is a completely new territory."

Noah nodded. They had already gone through countless explanations and completed numerous tests to make sure that he was even a candidate for the experiment.

"We have developed the process to mimic the natural pregnancy of a female body as best as possible," Dr. Laurent continued. "The implanted uterine structure and the hormonal adjustment allow the embryo to implant and grow. But how exactly a birth will proceed... we don't know for sure."

Elias frowned. "Aren't there any simulations or theories?"

Dr. Laurent sighed and leaned back. "There are hypotheses. Some scientists suggest that the body will find a natural way to deliver the child - whether through some kind of modified birth or through surgery, we don't know. The research is still in its early stages."

Noah exchanged a look with Elias. That sounded risky, but also intriguing.

"So... I'm going to have the baby naturally?" he asked hesitantly.

"Not necessarily," Dr. Laurent replied. "But there are signs that the body is preparing itself for when the time comes. You will be under constant observation - if complications arise, we can intervene at any time."

Noah swallowed. He wasn't afraid of change - he was even excited. But the idea of ​​not knowing how his body would ultimately handle the birth made him think.

"And if something goes wrong?" Elias asked suddenly.

Dr. Laurent gave him an encouraging smile. "We have the best team possible by your side. And you two aren't going to go through this alone."

Elias' grip on Noah's hand tightened. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe we're actually doing this."

Noah grinned. "Too late to turn back?"

Elias laughed softly. "I should have known you were going to embark on a scientific adventure."

Dr. Laurent handed Noah a consent form. "When you're ready, sign here."

Noah picked up the pen. His heart beat faster as he signed his name.

"Welcome to the future, Mr. Carter."

Chapter 2: First Changes

Noah stood in front of the bathroom mirror and examined his own reflection. His skin was pale, his eyes slightly red - no wonder, considering he had been feeling like a walking stomach bug for days.

He leaned his hands on the sink and took a deep breath. His stomach rumbled again and a sudden gag reflex shot up his throat. Without thinking, he turned around and vomited into the toilet.

"Wow, that didn't sound healthy."

Elias leaned in the doorway, wearing only a pair of shorts, and looked at him with a worried expression.

Noah groaned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Don't say anything. I'm aware of how pathetic that looked just now."

Elias came closer, knelt next to him and stroked his back soothingly. "Morning sickness? Or just a reaction to your body not knowing what the hell is going on here?"

"Both?" Noah leaned against the cool bathroom wall and sighed. "I mean, I knew this could happen. You explained it to me, but... it feels damn real."

Elias chuckled. "Because it is real."

"Yeah, thanks for the scientific clarification, Dr. Elias."

Elias grinned. "Hey, I find it fascinating. I mean, your body... is adapting to a whole new kind of existence."

Noah rolled his eyes. "I adapt by throwing up every five minutes. Great evolution."

Elias shrugged. "At least now we know it works."

Noah snorted. "I would have preferred confirmation via email rather than vomiting."

Elias helped him to his feet. "Do you think you can get something down? I can make you some tea."

Noah grimaced. "I don't know. Everything smells funny right now. Like you've sprayed the whole apartment with a perfume made from old socks and rotten fruit."

Elias raised an eyebrow. "Charming."

"I'm just telling you how it is."

Elias watched him thoughtfully, then gently pulled him out of the bathroom. "Okay, then we'll come up with a new plan. You sit on the sofa, take a deep breath, and I'll test what you can eat without it causing a catastrophe."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"You don't want to lie on the floor and moan again."

Noah sighed, but collapsed onto the couch. His gaze wandered to his stomach - there was nothing there yet, but he knew that something was changing deep inside him. He had agreed to take part in this experiment, but reality hit him with a vengeance.

Elias came back with a glass of water and sat down next to him. "You know, I read that pregnant people sometimes develop strange cravings. Maybe you just need to find out what works."

Noah looked at him skeptically. "This is the moment when you suggest a completely absurd food combination, right?"

Elias grinned. "Peanut butter and cucumbers?"

Noah shuddered. "Oh God, no."

"Then I'll try something normal."

While Elias went into the kitchen, Noah leaned back and put a hand on his stomach. It was strange - so far away and yet so close. He had no idea what was to come, but one thing was certain: He was in the middle of it.

And there was no turning back.

Chapter 3: Limitless everyday life

"Noah, can you help me for a minute?"

Elias' voice rang through the apartment as Noah was lifting a heavy shopping bag out of the trunk. He sighed in annoyance. "You could come over and lend a hand!" he called back.

Elias appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed, an amused smile on his lips. "You're pregnant."

Noah rolled his eyes and pulled the heavy bag out of the car anyway. "So? I'm not made of glass. I can probably still carry a damn shopping bag."

Elias sighed and finally came to his aid. "I'm just saying. I have no idea if that's a good thing. We don't even know what strain your body can take."

"Exactly," said Noah, putting his hands on his hips. "We don't know. So we'll just carry on as before."

Elias shook his head with a grin and took the bag from him. "You're impossible."

"And you're exaggerating."

Inside, they put the groceries away while music played in the background. Noah moved to the beats, hummed along and gave Elias a challenging look. "Bet I can still beat you in a dance battle?"

Elias laughed. "You're four months pregnant and want to dance?"

"Why not?" Noah shrugged. "I'm fine. I feel fit. And as long as nothing feels strange, I see no reason to do anything differently."

Elias raised an eyebrow. "Aha. And that pulling in your back the other day? Or how you said the other day that your stomach felt strange?"

Noah waved it off. "Normal things. I'm not sick, Eli."

"No, but you're pregnant. A pregnancy like no other. I'm just saying, maybe you should take it easy."

Noah rolled his eyes. "I take it easy when I'm tired. And as long as I'm not, I enjoy my life."

Elias shook his head, but he knew he couldn't fight Noah's stubbornness. And deep down, he was impressed. Noah didn't let anything slow him down - not even an experimental pregnancy.

The next day, Noah went to the gym with him. Nothing extreme, but a little exercise didn't hurt. He didn't want to feel like an experiment, but like a normal person. While Elias was on the treadmill, Noah did light exercises with weights. The other people around him didn't know about his situation - and he preferred that.

But when he stood up again after a squat, he felt a strange pulling sensation in his stomach. Not painful, but intense. He winced and pressed a hand against his lower abdomen.

Elias noticed immediately. "Hey, is everything OK?"

Noah forced a smile. "Yeah, sure. Just... maybe a little too much."

Elias crossed his arms. "Oh, don't tell me."

Noah sighed and plopped down on a bench. "Okay, maybe I was wrong."

Elias grinned triumphantly. "That's what I wanted to hear."

Noah leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling. He didn't want to be wrapped in cotton wool, but he had to admit that his body might not be as invulnerable as he had hoped.

Maybe it was time to slow down a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Chapter 4: An Unexpected Incident

Noah stood in front of the mirror in their hotel room bathroom and turned to the side. His belly was now clearly visible. In the last few weeks, his body had changed, faster than he had expected. It was strange - fascinating on the one hand, but also made him feel a little alien in his own skin.

"You stare at yourself like you're a scientific miracle."

Noah flinched when Elias appeared in the doorway behind him. He was wearing only loose shorts and a crumpled T-shirt, his hair was tousled from sleep.

"So am I," Noah murmured, stroking his round belly.

Elias stepped closer and placed his hands gently on Noah's hips. "Yes, but you're just you."

Noah sighed and leaned against him slightly. "I don't know. It feels... surreal. I've been wondering what it would be like for so long, and now I'm in the middle of it."

Elias kissed him gently on the shoulder. "So? Do you regret it?"

Noah shook his head. "No. I don't think so. But I feel like I don't know what my body will do next."

"Then let it do what it has to do. We'll get through this."

Noah smiled slightly and turned to him. "I hope you're right."

The vacation had actually been a spontaneous idea. They had told themselves that there was nothing that spoke against it - Noah was feeling well and the doctors had not imposed any restrictions on them. So they had decided to go to the seaside, to simply enjoy a few days before the next big phase began.

They walked along the promenade, the sun was high in the sky, the sound of the waves accompanied their steps. Noah was wearing a light shirt that didn't hide his belly, but didn't show it off either. Elias had his hand in his as they strolled through small shops.

"Okay, I'm hungry," Noah suddenly announced.

Elias laughed. "Again? You just ate something two hours ago."

"Yes, but the baby, or whatever it is now, wants more."

Elias grinned and pulled him to a small café on the side of the road. "Then let's feed the science project."

They sat down at a table overlooking the sea and Noah ordered a huge portion of pasta and a fruit juice. Elias watched him with a grin.

"You know, if you weren't so thin, people would think you had twins or something."

Noah snorted. "God forbid. One experiment is enough for me."

Elias laughed and took a sip of his coffee.

But in the middle of eating, Noah suddenly stopped. His face twisted and he put a hand on his stomach.

Elias noticed it immediately. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Noah blinked as if he had to collect himself first. "I... I don't know. It feels different. Not bad, just... strange."

Elias frowned. "How strange?"

Noah hesitated, then laughed quietly. "Forget it. Maybe I just ate too quickly."

But deep down he knew it was more. Something was changing. And he had no idea what it meant.

Chapter 5: Vacation

The sun was high in the sky when Noah and Elias woke up early in the morning in their rented vacation apartment on the coast. The room, bright and friendly, offered a view of the endless blue of the sea - a promise of freedom and relaxation that both of them equally expected.

Noah lay in bed for a moment, feeling the warm, familiar pressure of his growing belly, which reminded him of the incredible experiment they had taken part in. Despite all the uncertainty and the doctors' warnings, he felt fit and alive - and today this vacation was to be a celebration of carefree joy.

"Wake up, my heart," Elias whispered as he gently touched Noah's shoulder. "The sun is calling us - and today there is no room for worries."

Noah smiled sleepily and sat up. "I actually wanted to lie down for a few more minutes... but you're right. Today is to be a day full of adventures."

After a short, leisurely breakfast on the small terrace, enjoying fresh orange juice and homemade yoghurt, they headed for the beach. The promenade was filled with the hum of holidaymakers, the sound of the waves and the quiet laughter of people. Everywhere there was an atmosphere of lightness and curiosity that lay like an invisible blanket over the day.

Elias suggested renting a small boat to experience the coast from the water. Noah, who still felt the urge for thrills despite his experimental state, nodded enthusiastically. In the boat, surrounded by salty sea air and the rhythm of the gentle waves, Noah felt free - even if his body now betrayed something completely different.

"You know," Elias began as they sat on the bow and looked at the horizon, "I find it incredible how you don't let yourself be restricted. Your energy is contagious."

Noah put a hand on his stomach and laughed quietly. "It's crazy, isn't it? A few doctors, a groundbreaking experiment – ​​and now I'm living this dream. I mean, who would have thought that a man could be pregnant and have so much fun while doing it?"

The two of them enjoyed this special moment without thinking about the risks that lurked somewhere in the background. Everyday life had already taught them that sometimes you just have to embrace life and let it surprise you.

Later that day they returned to a small beach café, where they sat in the shade of an old palm tree. While Noah sipped a freshly squeezed fruit juice, Elias studied his partner's slightly bulging belly with fascination.

"Sometimes I think your belly has more adventures than both of us put together," Elias teased with a smile.

Noah shook his head and grinned. "Maybe he's developing his own plan – completely independent of me."

The conversation was accompanied by quiet, friendly glances from the café visitors, who curiously observed the unusual but harmonious couple dynamic. For Noah, this vacation was not only a break from everyday life, but also proof that one does not have to be limited by social norms. The researchers had many questions, but here, amid the sound of the sea and the warm embrace of the sun, it did not matter if his body functioned differently - the main thing was that he felt alive.

During the afternoon they walked along the beach, collecting shells and letting their thoughts wander. Noah kept feeling the gentle, constant pulsing in his stomach - a mysterious signal that both warned and fascinated him. Elias watched him lovingly, always ready to support him if things took an unexpected turn.

"I don't know if I ever learned to accept my limits," Noah confessed as they reached a small bay and sat down on a rock. "But today, right here, I feel stronger than ever before - as if I and this belly were one."

Elias took his hand and squeezed it gently. "We have chosen this adventure, and no matter what happens, we are in it together. Maybe we don't yet know how the birth will ultimately go - but we know that we have each other."

In that moment, under the azure sky and with the sound of the sea in our ears, everything seemed possible. The future lay unwritten before them - and despite all the uncertainty, today was a promise: a promise to celebrate life in all its facets, courageously and without regrets.

Chapter 6: First signs?

On a warm afternoon, as the holiday took on its peaceful rhythm, Noah and Elias sat relaxed in the shade of a large palm tree. The sun painted golden stripes on the sand roof, and the gentle sound of the waves conveyed a deceptive calm. But something else was brewing inside Noah.

While Elias was engrossed in a conversation with the café owner, Noah suddenly felt a strange pulling in his stomach. It was not a stabbing pain, but more of a pressing, pulsating feeling, as if something was moving that he could not control. He instinctively placed a hand on the growing curve and tried to concentrate on the calming sound of the sea.

"Everything okay?" asked Elias when he returned to Noah and saw the questioning look in his eyes.

"Yes, yes..." murmured Noah and forced himself to smile, although he hesitated inside. "Probably just one of those stupid muscle contractions, you know, because everything is so unfamiliar."

Elias studied him for a while, and although he tried to appear calm, a certain fascination flashed in his eyes. "I find it amazing how your body reacts to the experiment. Every day brings something new - and you bear it all so confidently."

Noah laughed briefly, but the laughter quickly faded as the pulling in his stomach became more intense. He felt an unpleasant pressure building up that took his breath away. At the same time, doubt and worry arose in his mind: Was this the beginning of something that he had only heard in the doctors' explanatory words? The researchers had emphasized that the process of giving birth in a male body was a blank slate.

"Eli, maybe..." Noah began, but he stopped when another wave of pain shot through his abdomen.

Elias took his hand and squeezed it gently. "Tell me, you look a little pale. Maybe we should retreat into the shade for a moment?"

Noah nodded hesitantly. They went to a secluded spot under an old tree whose wide branches offered a cool refuge. As they sat there, Noah tried to breathe deeply and interpret the emerging symptoms. He remembered the doctors' numerous explanations: that the body often sends unusual signals when it prepares for birth - a process that was completely new and unpredictable in this experimental pregnancy.

"I don't know if I'm reading too much into it," Noah finally whispered and looked at Elias, who returned his gaze attentively.

Elias smiled reassuringly. "Sometimes our bodies play tricks on us. But you have to listen to yourself. Maybe it's just an early contraction or an indication that something is changing."

At that moment, Noah realized that Elias's fascination lay not only in reassuring words, but also in the way he looked at the growing belly - as if it were a living work of art, a miracle that connected them both in unexpected ways.

"You may be worrying too much," Elias said gently, stroking Noah's hand. "Remember that we are going through this adventure together. Whether it is just a temporary inconvenience or the beginning of something completely new - we are staying together."

Noah sighed deeply, and although he was still plagued by uncertainty inside, he gave Elias a grateful smile. In the hours that followed, they tried to carry on with their daily routine - a walk on the beach, a quick trip to a nearby café - but Noah's symptoms became more and more present. An occasional stabbing pain, a sudden feeling of pressure that made him pause. Again and again he felt his body signaling to him that he needed to be more attentive.

Despite the increasing signs, Noah initially maintained his relaxed attitude. He did not want to think about an imminent birth, as uncertain as the situation was. Elias, on the other hand, was alternately fascinated and worried. Again and again he tried to downplay the symptoms, with a wink and loving comments, while at the same time he could not ignore the possibility of real change.

Late in the afternoon, as the sun slowly set in a spectacular display of colors, Noah again felt an intense pain that almost made him sink to the ground. This time it was obvious: the first contractions had started. Between amazement, concern and a pinch of defiance, Noah knew that their journey into unknown waters had only just begun.

"Elias... I think this is more than just a muscle cramp," he murmured, while Elias immediately went on alert.

Elias looked into Noah's eyes, which now showed the vague realization that something inevitable was about to happen. "We'll stay together no matter what happens," he said quietly as he took Noah in his arms.

In that moment, accompanied by the last rays of the sun and the gentle sound of the sea, they realized that they had to embrace the unknown - as a couple, as a team, as pioneers in a new world of reproductive medicine.

Chapter 7: Birth Begins

As dusk fell and the sky glowed a soft orange, Noah suddenly felt a wave of intense pain that nearly knocked him off his feet. In the middle of a peaceful walk on the beach, a new, overwhelming contraction shot through his body. Elias, who was always by Noah's side, noticed the change immediately - Noah's face turned pale and a cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Noah, this is different than before," Elias whispered, gently grabbing his shoulder. "We have to get to safety." The words sounded urgent amid the sound of the waves and the approaching night.

They quickly found refuge in a small, unoccupied tent that was being used as emergency accommodation by some tourists. Elias helped Noah lie down on a makeshift bed while he frantically pulled out his phone to call for medical help - but in this remote coastal town the signal was weak and times were uncertain.

With a trembling voice and pain in his eyes, Noah looked up at Elias. "Eli, I think it's time." He put a hand to his growing belly as another violent wave of pain hit him. The contractions became faster, more intense, and gave him little time to breathe.

Elias knelt by his side, squeezed his hand and spoke in a calm, firm voice: "Breathe, my love. We can do this - I'm with you." Despite his own fear rising within him, Elias focused only on Noah. He had no experience of childbirth, and the thought that their experiment was now taking on a completely unknown reality made his heart beat faster. But at that moment, his only job was to support Noah.

The minutes stretched on endlessly as Noah vacillated between intense pain and a strange sense of wonder. "It feels so... strange, yet incredible," he groaned as another wave of pain rolled over him. Elias gently wiped the sweat from his brow and murmured quiet words of encouragement, trying to hide his own fear.

Reality hit them both: The doctors had warned against the experiment - giving birth in a male body was uncharted territory. Every pain, every movement was new and inexplicable. As Noah struggled with the successive contractions, Elias' initial fascination was quickly replaced by concern. "Noah, this is more than just a contraction," he said, his voice trembling as the contractions came at ever shorter intervals.

With each beat of his heart, Noah realized that this was the moment they had let themselves in for, albeit unprepared. Between pain and the fleeting feeling of a miracle beginning, he felt his body preparing for an inevitable, mysterious change.

Elias placed his hand tenderly on Noah's belly and whispered: "We'll stay together, no matter what happens." In that silent, almost magical hour, as the last rays of day faded into night, the inevitable began: the birth had begun and would change their lives forever.

Chapter 8: Panic and Reality

Darkness had fallen like a heavy curtain over the beach as the situation reached its climax in the small, improvised shelter. The loud, erratic waves of the sea formed an ominous backdrop as Noah trembled amidst the ongoing contractions. His face was twisted with pain and fear, and each new wave seemed to sap his strength.

Elias sat close to him, his hand tightly wrapped around Noah's as he tried to keep the rising panic at bay. But his eyes reflected deep concern - the first hint of real fear of the unknown. "Noah, I... I don't know if we can do this," he whispered, staring unceasingly at his cell phone. The emergency call attempt in this remote coastal town only brought back a weak signal.

Noah was breathing heavily, his body seemed to rebel against every resistance. "I don't want to die here, Eli... but I feel like it's about to happen," he murmured, as another violent contraction almost took his breath away. His voice wavered between pain and an almost incredulous amazement - the awareness that he was part of a scientific miracle that was now taking shape in painful, real moments.

The minutes stretched on in agony. Elias tried to stay calm, even though his heart was pounding wildly in his chest. "We have to accept reality," he said in a firm but fragile voice. "The experiment has led us into a situation that we could never fully understand. Now we have to make the best of it - together."

A particularly intense jolt of pain made Noah squint. At that moment, the pent-up panic inside him erupted. "Eli, I'm so scared. I don't know if my body can take this." Between the groans, he struggled to think clearly.

Elias squeezed his hand even tighter and replied, "I'm here. We're together - we've always said that. I won't leave you alone, no matter how wild it gets." His words were a weak anchor in the midst of the raging storm that was taking place inside Noah's body.

Meanwhile, Elias tried desperately to reach further help over the crackling phone. But the unreliable connection in this remote corner kept leaving him with the bitter realization that they were on their own. "The reception is catastrophic. But we have to keep trying," he muttered as he made another emergency call.

Outside, the sea raged in the night, as if the forces of nature themselves wanted to dictate the rhythm of birth. Every thunder of the waves seemed to intensify the pain in Noah's stomach, and the reality of the moment became more and more inexorable. "It feels like everything - the experiment, our hopes, even our entire vacation - is condensed into this one, painful moment," Noah thought, trying to cling to Elias' words.

Elias, clearly torn inside, saw in Noah's eyes a shift between pure panic and a hint of acceptance. He whispered: "Breathe, Noah. Focus on me. We can do this - we just have to hold on until help comes."

The last seconds seemed to last an eternity. Between the successive contractions and the incessant sound of the sea, one thing was certain: the birth, as unpredictable and frightening as it was, could no longer be postponed. Reality had intervened in all its brutal form, and the two of them had to face the inevitable - alone, but together.

Amidst the chaos, as another wave of intense pain washed over Noah, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if gathering strength within himself. Elias' voice, now almost pleading, sounded: "I am here. Hold on, my love. We will get through this together - come, breathe with me."

The night seemed to hold its breath as reality manifested itself in every fiber of its being. The unknown that once existed only in scientific theories was now tangible - a moment of fear, pain and unwavering love. And in that moment, as panic merged with brutal reality, it became clear that what had started as an experiment had now become a fight for life, love and the miracle of birth.

Chapter 9: Birth by the Sea

The stars sparkled in the cloudless night sky as Noah's contractions began in relentless succession. The makeshift shelter offered little shelter, and the incessant sound of the sea was the only music in this overwhelming moment. Elias knelt by Noah's side, holding his hand tightly and whispering soothing words as each new jolt of pain stretched time into endless seconds.

On the deserted beach, accompanied by the gentle play of the waves and the occasional call of a lone seagull, Noah fought against the overwhelming pain. His body - until now the scene of a scientific miracle - now revealed its raw, unfiltered nature. With each breath he was drawn deeper into the maelstrom of birth, while Elias tried tirelessly to support and comfort him.

"Breathe, my love, I'm here," Elias murmured as he squeezed Noah's shaking hand. Those words were more than just a promise - they were their shared anchor in the midst of the chaotic storm.

Then, as the fiercest contraction rolled over him, the unbelievable happened: a loud, piercing scream filled the night - and almost instantly a second scream followed. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Noah realized that not one, but two little lives were finding their way into this world at the same time.

Exhausted and overwhelmed by a mixture of pain, amazement and indescribable joy, Noah looked at Elias with wide eyes. "Twins..." he breathed in disbelief as he felt the pulsing in his belly more clearly - a double miracle that exceeded all his expectations.

Elias approached, his heart beating at a rapid pace, and he gently stroked Noah's sweat and damp skin. "Welcome, you little miracles," he whispered, trying to push his own fear into the background and concentrate fully on Noah and the two newborns.

The pain of birth slowly gave way to a deep, almost indescribable relief. On that remote night by the sea, far from modern medicine and the usual rules, they had experienced something together that overshadowed all previous ideas of birth. The interplay of pain, the force of nature and love had brought forth two new lives - a triumph that echoed in the gentle, endless waves of the sea.

When the first faint rays of dawn touched the horizon, Noah and Elias lay tightly embraced, the tiny bodies of the twins tenderly held in Noah's arms. In that peaceful moment, surrounded by the vastness of the sea and the silence of the early morning hours, they knew that together they would overcome any challenge, no matter how unforeseeable – because they had experienced not just one miracle, but two.

Chapter 10: A Miracle

As the first rays of morning light bathed the horizon in soft shades of pink and gold, Noah and Elias sat on the beach, tightly embraced, the twins in Noah's arms. The chaotic night in which the unimaginable had happened was now behind them - but the impressions and questions it carried with it were burned deep into their hearts.

Exhausted and overwhelmed by a feeling that was simultaneously gratitude, amazement and a slight restlessness, Noah looked at the tiny, sleeping faces of his children. Amidst the roaring sea and the gentle sound of the waves, everything seemed to stand still for a moment.

"I can hardly believe it," Noah whispered softly as he carefully sang to one of the children, "that we have experienced not just one miracle, but two."

Elias, whose hand was tightly wrapped around Noah's, nodded in agreement. His eyes reflected the same mixture of relief and new hope - but also the burden of unexpected questions. How would the world react to this groundbreaking experience? What new opportunities and challenges would the experiment open up for the future? And above all: How should they, as a young family, dare to take the next step?

The memories of the fear-filled night when they fought the unknown alone and without immediate help became a silent promise. A promise to always be there for each other - in good times and in difficult times.

"We have made history," Noah said finally, his voice firm and at the same time gentle as he looked at his children. "Perhaps many more questions will come our way, but one thing I know for sure: we will answer them together."

Elias laid his head on Noah's shoulder and added: "Hand in hand, just as we always were. This adventure has shown us that love and trust are stronger than any uncertainty."

With the gentle crackle of the first rays of sun and the soothing sound of the sea as a melody in their hearts, they looked to the future - ready to take on any challenge that life would still have in store for them. In that moment, they were not only witnesses to a scientific breakthrough, but architects of a new world in which wonder and questions go hand in hand.

The End?

[fatuismooches]

Hi hi, it's me muzzle anon again ! How are you? I hope you are doing well, also sorry for this long rambling-

I juST remembered that when lyney and lynette were announced (?) some people thought that they would be One playable character, so I immediately thought how fragile reader and dottore being one playable character lol

just switching between them when you do a charge attack like furina's ability but instead of just color palate changing, a whole new person gets on the field lol

It's fun to imagine what their voiceline would be :]

Especially if we imagine that the only reason you would switch would be because they are in a fight when changing so the voicelines would be worried and/or intense?

And also fragile!reader being a support character and dottore being a DPS would fit the whole "we only need/have each other" mindset going on ?

ALSO ALSO when you add them to your team they could come into the screen dancing? Waltzing into their section then standing close to each other <3 evil couple being cool vibes

Their idle and voicelines probably would be still the same ?, talking as if the other is not there but maybe one special idle is like that one twirle/dance (?) idle from honkai star rail with Clara and Svarog? OH and Clara stumbles in that idle and svarog catches her , makes sense since fragile reader stumbles while trying to dance too so Dottore catches them by their waist and smirks, sharp teeth full display

...Also you know how characters has voicelines for hits/ damage? Reader and Dottore could have voicelines for warning each other to be careful, especially Dottore getting very worried when reader takes a heavy hit but when it comes to other characters he just goes scara mode maybe worse than, "Why are you even here?" or similiar to xiao going, "Weak."

(And maybe reader comparing the character that took damage to Dottore, praising him while degrading them gently lol <3)

Tho I'm not really sure how the teapot would work lol maybe there would be an option to switch them like you switch from night to day lol OR they automatically change when it's day/night I imagine that fragile reader would like the day time more and Dottore night, because he is a shady guy (and also because when he looks up to stars he remembers the Akademia days he had with reader and how they used to also stare at the stars <3)

With them being considered one character, now they are together forever <3

Sorry for the long message again <3 also english is not my first language so sorry if some parts seem weird I just rambled a lot without checking since i got very excited of the idea of a playable reader after the last post ehehe anyway hope u and everyone has a nice night/day!

- muzzle anon

OH MY GOSH NFKFEWFE I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MUZZLE ANON... ugh fragile reader and Dottore being playable is so real!! And i too remember that about the twins!! man that was really long ago huh? Anyway...

I ADORE the idea of them switching while doing a charge attack!! omfgrfwfr I can just imagine reader doing a dramatic, fancy pose and then it switches to Dottore rolling his eyes at your antics and adjusting his gloves... ugh he loves to indulge you, doesn't he? And hear me out too: instead of pneuma/ousia... two different elements/weapons too. They're just meta like that 😌 and extra supports who? Bennett? Nah, we don't need him. Reader is all the support Dottore needs to one-shot everyone <3 I imagine Dottore is the one who tries to hoard the screen time (he prefers to fight instead of you, he's worried about you pushing yourself too hard, but eventually he has to realize that he has to let you do your own thing too... he's hella overprotective still)

THE ADDING THEM INTO YOUR PARTY ANIMATION... CHEF'S KISS. I like to imagine reader is the one who tries to take the lead in this stuff :) Because even though they're still sick they're better than before, so they want to take advantage of that as much as they can and show Dottore how much they've changed :) You pull him into the frame of the screen and he twirls you around as you fall back into his chest, hands still intertwined :3 (traveler looking at your dramatic asses) AND THE IDEA OF DOTTORE CATCHING FRAGILE READER DURING THEIR IDLES...... UGHREGR WHY DO YOU BLESS ME WITH SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. Reader trying their best to hide their lousy skills from Dottore so they can get better on their own, but nope! You should have known that your husband is always watching you, nothing gets past him! He catches you by the waist only to pull you back up with ease and spin you around flawlessly, chuckling as you stumble right back into his chest.

Dottore would straight up not care at ALL about the other members if they got hurt 💀, I imagine he'd only speak if anything happened to you, or he'd be condescending about how useless they were 💀 reader is similar but they're nicer to others, like if a fellow Harbinger got hurt, they'd worry, but if it was an Archon or someone that annoys them, in general, they'd just laugh at them (and receive little to no healing)

In the teapot, I like to imagine they have two separate bodies there when you place them, so they just always stand next to close to each other. When you talk to either of them, both of them will end up having a conversation with you. Also, when you make them specific furnishings they like each of them and will comment on the other's tastes lol (Dottore - makeshift lab, you - cozy Sumerian room)

"Huh, will it kill you to put away the research? You do not need a lab in the teapot, dear."

"Oh, but I do, [Name]. How else will I make your medicine?"

"Ah... sorry about that. How about you come to my room later so we can relax?"

Traveler: ...

They are truly the embodiment of do not separate.

UGH I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT THEM!! 😭 let's not forget the matching skins... you and him in the Akademiya's uniforms again ;) AND DONT APOLOGIZE MUZZLE ANON!! I LOVE THIS AND LONG ASKS!!