Twenty, neutral pronouns. I don't like categories, don't make me fit in one. Don't put words I didn't say into my mouth. I'm not your drama, don't make me a part of your play.
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Hi Phantom! Ignore this if you need to, but going off your insecurities series.
Could I request a Dottore x reader who hates their smile? (My teeth are so messed up and my mouth is weirdly so small it makes my smile look really tight and ugly. This is why I wear a mask half of the time I'm outside)
That's all I have to say. I hope you have a good day! (Sorry if my writing looks really awkward, btw!)
Hi, it's been a while. I fulfilled your request and posted it on my new account. It's here.
I really hope you see this. Your request was one of my favourites. ♡
Requested by @absolberts251 (extracted from my old account: @phantombstone).
Dottore (Webtoon) x Reader (Genshin Impact)
Part of my Insecurities Serie.
Word count: ~700
Content warning: Hurt to comfort.
Evening was falling, bringing with it the first cold gusts of wind that signalled the imminent arrival of winter in the Mondstadt region.
The Doctor said nothing when the wind reached him, but under the dim light of the street lamps, I saw him pull his white coat a little tighter around himself. I noticed that he had buttoned it up to his throat for the first time that year. He kept one hand in his pocket and drummed impatiently with the other on the surface of the most secluded table at the Good Hunter.
He wasn't wearing his mask at the time, and I found myself staring at him with an intensity that was uncharacteristic of me; I tended to be discreet, especially towards a man as powerful and moody as him.
My eyes immediately fell on his hair. It was longer than usual. Neglected due to frequent travel, it fell heavily on his forehead and slightly covered his eyes. His head was bowed, and he was intent on reading the menu carefully. His tight lips and slightly wrinkled nose betrayed his disappointment. Was the dish he was hoping for not on the menu?
He snorted, and a cloud of vapour rolled out of his lips and dispersed into the cold city air.
Suddenly, his blood-red eyes darted towards me. First to the menu I was holding in my hands but not reading, then to my eyes, which were already fixed on him. He raised an eyebrow, a silent request for an explanation accompanied by a frown that could pierce your skull.
I knew the Doctor had a mind of his own, but at that moment, that hint of judgement in his gaze, his sharp features and those scars that had always seemed like elegant silver trails to me intimidated me and made me feel out of place, unsuitable, as if I were not worthy of sitting at the table with him.
A stream of thoughts began to flow, swirling in my head until I was forced to look away in embarrassment, unable to offer an adequate response.
The feeling of inadequacy gradually grew.
I remembered all those times when, unbeknownst to the Doctor, some of his employees came to me to strike up a conversation. “Because we need a little warmth in this place”, they said, and sometimes they asked me how I had managed to get into that man's good graces. Others smiled knowingly before returning to their duties.
At moments like that at the table, under the Doctor's analytical gaze, I found it difficult to believe that he could even remotely find me noteworthy, and something inside me cracked. For some time, I had felt more than just affection for him, I was aware of that.
We ended up ordering simple salads.
“There's nothing better”, he muttered, clearly annoyed both by the lack of dishes he liked and by the mediocre results of his latest mission.
We ate in silence until he spoke again, this time to say something that surprised me greatly. Something that made me think that perhaps, just perhaps, what the Fatui employees saw was not so far from the truth.
"There's a pastry shop still open in the streets", he said thoughtfully, biting into a cherry tomato. "I know you like sweets".
"But you don't like them", I replied, even though my heart had started beating a little faster.
"Don't you want sweets?", he asked, shifting his gaze from the mozzarella ball he had just speared with his fork to me. It was almost invisible, but I could detect a hint of disappointment on his face. A second later, even that was hidden behind his impeccable, impassive mask.
I couldn't hide the ghost of a smile. "I do".
Dottore - Zandik - did not shower me with poetic words or make romantic gestures towards me, but on that cold evening, wrapped in the coat he had placed on my shoulders and walking arm in arm with him, I allowed myself to be warmed by a warmth that, for the first time in years, did not come solely from outside.
Hi people, how are you? (I'm genuinely interested, it's not just a question to fill up some space)
I've been feeling pretty awkward lately - I don't know why yet, but I think change is near. It's already here in a way, actually.
I decided to "close" this profile because it gives me nothing but disappointment. I won't actually close it, I'll just leave it here without coming back (to post - I'll periodically check for messages and eventual requests). I won't delete any story or other content, promised.
I created another profile and if you want to keep me company for another while, you can find me there: @nocturne-bloom . Hopefully, this will be a good change of scenery for me.
So this is a goodbye, but it's not final. I don't have enough followers to make you cry or feel sad, but maybe someone who liked me a little bit is still out there and feels my same - nostalgia? I don't know how to address it.
There are a few requests that have not been fulfilled: don't worry, I saved them and will try my best to write a good story for you. Your kind words and personal stories won't go to waste. ♡
I won't add bait tags to make you read this. I just hope it reaches all my followers, especially those who, maybe, found this place safe.
My very first post on Tumblr is gonna be this nearly two year old comic I made. It's still one of my faves!!! I was still actively learning Venti's backstory while drawing this. I even made him a character playlist to listen to while working on it. The whole process of making this was super fun for me, so I look back on it fondly 😌🩷
