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mistydeyes · 7 months

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Hello! I love your page layout!! May I send in a request for Platonic Headcanons with TF-141 and Los Vaqueros with a hacker reader? (Like SilverWolf In Honkai star Rail) Reader is part of a group of 4 deadly people including their self and act as their hacker. They’re notorious for breaking into many government and military systems and are an enemy to TF-141 and Los Vaqueros. With reader having a bounty of 51 billion but still having the lowest bounty compared to others in their group!

I’d be interested in their reactions to reader!

(Take your time tho!)

ahh thank you so much for sending this in! I've been in a bit of a writer's block so this brought me back :)

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summary: When your file crosses the 141's desk, they find themselves hunting after you and your notorious group.

pairing: Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros x platonic!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of weapons/violence

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When your file first crossed Laswell's desk and she passed it over to the team, they were surprised at its sheer size

From hacking the US government to disabling NATO comms, it was clear you had become an enemy of every government across the globe

The US even tried to make a deal with you and offered a high-paying job in the NSA in return for a detailed account of how you hacked into their systems

You returned the job offer with a hack that left their website non-functional for weeks

"Impressive one you have here, Laswell," Price commented as he flipped through your file

"They call them 'Oblivion' and the use of 1's and 0's is a nice touch" she quipped before briefing them on your team's current location

That's how they ended up back in Mexico and crossed paths again with the Los Vaqueros

"Fuck it's so hot here," you said as you fanned yourself with a makeshift paper fan

The leader of the group, Phantom, rolled his eyes as he continued to clean your array of weapons and tools

"Not my fault we got tracked down to that oil rig in the Pacific," he replied through gritted teeth and you threw a stray stack of files toward him

"Told you, that wasn't my fault," you angrily responded, "the Australians tracked down someone's unprotected IP"

You shot a glance toward the single individual who was the source of all your forged documents and consistent flow of funds

As the group divulged into chaos at your singular comment, you were distracted by the blinding light and ringing from a flash bang through the window

"Get down!" you could hear a loud baritone voice boom as you blinked rapidly amongst the rubble of your work

As you looked around at your surrounding teammates in various states of disarray, you could see the vague outline of an attack team making their way through the destroyed door

"Fuck me," you swore as you grabbed a weapon and your laptop- two vital necessities

You scrambled to your feet and found yourself crouching behind a sturdy kitchen counter

"Isn't there supposed to be four of them?" you could hear a distinct British accent, probably from Manchester, comment

You silently swore at yourself as you attempted to shuffle away towards the back exit

"Oblivion, we know you're here," another voice replied as you could hear cuffs being slapped onto your team accompanied by their pained and disoriented groans

You put your ear to the counter, hearing the vibrations of their heavy footsteps on the home's wooden floor as you turned the safety off your weapon

"Come out now and we'll lessen that bounty on you," the same voice chided, "what is it 51 billion US now?"

As you held your breath, you could hear them slowly making their way through the home. By your estimates, there were about 6 of them, give or take

Your mind raced with different scenarios as you heard one of them walk into the kitchen

You pushed yourself into the corner and with a stroke of luck you noticed them inspect the cupboard

"I got you, you Brit," you whispered as you wrapped your arms around their neck and held a gun to their head

"Don't say a word and follow me," you instructed as they struggled against your grip

Strength was never your best feature but it helped you to overpower the soldier, the name "Garrick" printed on his vest

As you walked to the main area, you immediately felt all eyes and guns pointed at you

"I wouldn't shoot if I were you," you said calmly, "wouldn't want anything to happen to your Sergeant"

"We don't negotiate with terrorists," an older man spoke, by the way he was directing the team, you assumed he was their captain

"I'm more of a gray hat hacker regardless," you smirked, "steal from the rich and give back to the poor."

"How noble of you," another sarcastically replied as you stood in the tense atmosphere

"Regardless, you'll let me walk out of here and maybe we can have the pleasure of this another time," you remarked as you cocked the gun in your hand

"And if we don't?" the Captain asked as he raised an eyebrow at you

You smiled as you wiped away the dust from your face and stared back at him

"My bounty is going to be higher than the rest of them," was the last thing you said before releasing the sergeant and lodging a non-fatal bullet in his shoulder

As the entire room delved into chaos, you made a hasty escape and hopped on your motorbike outside

"Thanks for everything, Phantom," you whispered before riding off into the sunset with the hopes of running into that mysterious group with better circumstances

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twstfanblog · 7 months

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Heartslabyul Random Headcanons

Ace and Deuce are such good friends they quickly reached the level of 'Married and sick of each other'.

Riddle is so socially unaware at times. It’s why Cater even started talking to him. 'He's like a newborn, only worse because he's 17'.

Trey has and will hold someone down to check their teeth. It's only been his siblings so far, but it's the fact he's willing to do it.

Once Deuce got lost in the maze but was too embarrassed to call for help. Cater saw him from one of the upper floors and sent him texts on which way to go to get out.

Deuce just gave the meekest thank you when he was out.

The story is that Riddle hated the old dorm head because he didn't uphold the queen's rules, and that's why he challenged him to become dorm head.

It was also because he heard dorm leaders get their own rooms, and he wasn't surviving a room with 3 other people.

Chenya shows up so often that the dorm just chases him around a bit before going back to their tea party. It's just tradition to try to kill him on sight now, then they all have tea together.

Trey is deeply worried if the dorm will survive without him.

Cater is the main one organizing the unbirthday parties and various other functions of the dorm. He knows everyones birthdays and favorite colors and foods. He makes the file every year for his own purposes, but he's starting mapping out event dates to give to riddle to make his life a bit less stressful.

Ace actually knows way more rules than he lets on. He uses that knowledge to find loopholes and to argue with Riddle as to WHY he shouldn't be in trouble.

Riddle is allergic to soy and didnt know it until he had an allergic reaction in his first year.

His mom knew, but since she makes all his "meals," she never bothered to let him know. She then scolded him for eating soy and being careless.

Trey makes it a need that everyone in the dorm knows how to make a basic meal of their choice. Simple things like buttered noodles, scrambled eggs, or a simple sandwich.

Riddle actually makes the most complex stepped grill cheese, but it is the best tasting thing anyone has had. It is also the only thing he knows how to make by himself.

When Cater gets sick, no one can tell, and he will just go about his day. (The light club can tell, and they force him to lay down and nap)

Riddle MADE a rule that Ace specifically can't eat cherries in the dorm.

This is because Ace is a heathen who spits his cherry pits at mach 7 and one of them nearly blinded Riddle.

Trey warns the first years to be careful on the steps. And every year, he gets to watch them eat shit on the stairs for not listening to him.

Deuce so far has been the only one to fall UP the stairs that Trey has seen. He's lowkey impressed.

Deuce's favorite dorm chore is taking care of the flamingos. He honestly just really likes birds, chickens are simply his favorites.

Cater and Riddle will never confirm or deny that Cater used to be the last dorm head. Since it was only for less than a week, there's no official documents anyone can find.

Trey also won't say because he thinks it funny everyone wants to know so badly.

Riddle’s almost overbloted once before game events. It was his first month as dorm head, and the new pressures sent him into a hysterical sobfest.

He did make himself sick, but managed to bounce back and reshape the dorm’s standards.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst heartslabyul #heartslabyul #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst trey #trey clover #twst cater #cater diamond #twst deuce #deuce spade #twst ace #ace trappola

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curi0us-gh0st · 5 months

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Hi! May I please request dating headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for Choi Mujin and Gangjae (separately) with a female reader who is not in a gang but works as a office worker? Thank you ❤️

Love in the Office (Choi Mujin x Do Gangjae)

pairings: Choi Mujin x Fem!Reader!Secretary, Do Gangjae x Fem!Reader!Secretary

word count: 0.8k

genre: fluffy, smut

warnings: voyeurism, fuck in anger, protuberance, blowjob (let me know if something went unnoticed)

a/n: I know it took me a while, so I was without internet and had some delays, I'm writing the other requests, sorry for the delay!

Choi Mujin

★ When you walked into the office to be his secretary, you didn't know that he was a mobster who had been wanted for years, that's for sure.

★ You were so polite and kind to everyone in the company that some even felt bad about you working for them in such a violent industry.

★ Mujin was proud of how you decorated his favorite cafe, how he liked things and organized his appointment schedule.

★ He also felt a little jealous seeing some of your boys asking you out or singing you, of course, in those tight skirts you wore exposing your legs so wonderful and your blouses tight or almost transparent that there was no drool on your breasts.

★ When one day, after a fight, he arrived furious, hurt and frustrated, opening the doors violently and cursing God and the world. His eyes fell on her gentle and calm being sitting in his chair while delegating some activities, looking at him shocked by the sight of his injured boss, jumping to help him.

★ Mincing no words, he grabbed his face, kissing him fiercely, waiting for you to fight but you didn't, just melting into the kiss, blushing when he pulled away with a smug smile on his face. He didn't care about his security guard seeing them, just pushing you against the table to see under your skirt.

★ He pushed your chest against the table, lifting your skirt, revealing your pert ass and a stain on your panties, mocking him for not even touching you yet and you're wet for him; He runs his fingers over your panties, teasing you until you moan and ask for more.

★ He ripped your panties off, throwing them in some corner of your own office and taking his big, thick dick out, spraying pre cum, teasing your slobbery entrance until he completely shoved his dick inside you and pounded into you.

★ Him hitting you so deep, pulling your neck to rest against his chest so he could rip off your formal blouse and expose your breasts, pinching and pulling, until they were red and sensitive; Moving one of his hands down to his stomach, a small bulge could be seen in the area.

★ He kissed your neck and shoulders, marking you as his and his alone, making you squirt as he shot jets of cum inside you. In the end, you were destroyed by him, just being used to relieve your stress, there would be times when he would be romantic, but right now, that's not the case. ^^

Do Gangjae

★ We all know how Gangjae is, presumptuous, arrogant and envious. He knew he couldn't touch his boss's secretary, because she was his daughter and maybe whoever touched her would die as soon as she did, but for him, the limit is the sky.

★ He sang to you every time he saw you, asked you out and even gave you some gifts, which certainly made you a blushing and grateful mess.

★ He even left notes when he passed by her table, saying how hot and provocative she looked in those tight formal clothes.

★ When he had the opportunity to be alone with you, he liked to touch your shoulders, waist and chin, complimenting you, flirting and even asking you about what he was doing.

★ That was until he chased you while you were going to the file room, the tiny hallways full of shelves of company files and documents. You were startled when you saw him standing there when you were wanting to leave, a smile plastering his face before he kissed you, teasingly as he said, “I knew you were crazy about this, me too.”

★ He pinned you to one of the shelves, kissing you fiercely, licking your lips to enter with his tongue making you moan with the friction. He walked away, panting while smiling, making you kneel.

★ Caressing your pretty face, your teary eyes and red lips, as he unzipped your pants, making his dick pop out hitting your cheek, him laughing as he rubbed his dick against your lips, telling you to be a good girl and suck him.

★ So you did, opening your mouth and little by little swallowing his fat cock, your movements slow, your eyes watering, he sighs because your mouth is so hot and wet, imagine your pussy.

★ He grabbed your strands of hair, keeping your head still as he began pounding into your mouth, seeking your climax, moaning how much of a slut you were for giving him a blowjob, making your core clench into nothingness, you were so wet ..

★ He came in her mouth while moaning, spilling cum down her throat and leaking out the sides of her mouth, grabbing her chin to swallow it all and sticking out his tongue to prove it. He smiled, lifting you brutally from the floor and lifting your skirt, ripping your panties, you spent long hours in that file room and when you left, your father's security guard asked if you were okay because you were tripping while walking, little did he know that the boy your father hates the most fucked you mercilessly.

#👻 gh0st headcanons !#fluffy #smut #kdrama #kdrama smut #my name #choi mujin #choi mujin x reader #do gangjae #do gangjae x reader

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insomniumstella · 1 year

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sweetest peach

bucky x bimbo!reader

warnings: implied smut, clueless!reader, pervy-ish!Bucky — the reader is more than fine with his behaviour though, corruption kink (?), explicit language

word count: 1,285

author’s note: this was supposed to be a headcanon, but it turned into a drabble real quick. i’ve been wanting to try writing something different though, so if you have any nsfw bucky thots or opinions, please do not hesitate to send an ask!

.•° ✿ °•. he’s a tad confused when you first join the team, clad in a pink crop top and a denim mini skirt. Steve doesn’t speak of the concern that swallows the space while you reapply lipgloss before freshly manicured fingers drum against the wooden desk in the conference room.

✧.* “hi,” you giggle, “i’m y/n,” and it’s then that James decides you’re just too cute and too oblivious to be perceived as a threat, gazing at him through doe eyes. you're so much different than anyone else on the team, gleaming with happiness and innocence, and James almost wants to corrupt you.

.•° ✿ °•. “hi, pretty girl,” he answers with a smile, “i’m Bucky.”

✧.* Maria Hill orders everyone to find a seat, so she could go through your file and inform the other avengers of the newest member’s abilities, but the soldier cannot focus, catching your wandering glance every once in a while. heat and desire itch underneath his skin as your eyes run across his firm shoulders and biceps, lingering on the metal arm before your stare finds his face again, and you offer him a sweet grin. he’s done for, Bucky realizes — he’d protect you with his life if it came down to it.

.•° ✿ °•. it’s a couple days later when James comes to Steve with a proposal, suggesting he should be the one to train you as the captain has far too many responsibilities. Steve agrees, too lost in the pile of documents to notice Bucky’s true intentions visibly etched into his facial expression.

✧.* you make it almost impossible for the soldier to focus during sparring, giggling and gasping, and whining when he manhandles you into different positions. it’s wrong, he understands, to make you accidentally straddle him time and time again, but he stops caring because you don’t seem to mind, grasping onto his muscled biceps for balance.

•° ✿ °•. “you lost again, peach.” Bucky chuckles, clutching your thighs to lift the two of you into a standing position. his hands come to rest under your butt while your arms latch around his neck as a plea for him to hold you a bit longer. mmmh, you hum with a sly smile, and Bucky’s taken aback slightly. he searches your face for an emotion he hasn’t yet decided upon, but it’s as warm and as charming as always, “sweets,” he leans in, “have you been letting me win on purpose?”

✧.* a giggle slips past your lips at his comment, “maybe,” you admit, but James cannot find it in himself to be mad because you’ve been letting him twist your body into outrageous positions for the past several weeks on purpose, whining in frustration—or pleasure—when his rough hands would handle your flesh. “i’m a witch,” you remind, pushing a piece of hair that’s stuck to his glistening forehead aside, “i could’ve used my magic on you, but i like it when you touch me.”

.•° ✿ °•. the ocean’s still for a while as Natasha begins taking you on missions. James continues to train you at hand-to-hand combat, though, and much to his satisfaction, you’re not only the most attractive student he’s ever had, but one of the best, quickly learning to fight without magic.

✧.* the swift glances and soft touches you often pay him outside the comfort of the gym’s walls bring the most delicious of pain and pleasure. he’s one of many you pay attention to, and it suffocates him, the sight of you acting so naive and sweet around other agents drowns him. but i like it when you touch me, James reminisces night after night, and so touch James does because how else would he know if you truly desire him.

.•° ✿ °•. you’re making coffee one morning when you feel him press into your behind to reach for a mug in the cupboard. the action is harmless, you think, and shift to smile at him as a good morning. he returns the gesture, bucking his hips into the plush of your ass before hastily retreating.

✧.* in your mind, the next few incidents are just as innocent. Bucky’s a righteous man, who’s only trying to be friendly to a newcomer, right? he must be because he pulls you into his lap during the compound’s movie nights when the sofa lacks space or holds the dip of your back to lead you through a crowd of people. James even offered to do your laundry, neatly folding tiny clothes into organized piles, including brightly colored panties. you noticed your favorite thong was missing from the stack of clothing he returned but stayed silent, grateful Bucky helped you in the first place.

.•° ✿ °•. it’s several months later when James decides he’s had enough. the team is hanging out at a nearby dive bar, indulging in countless dirt-cheap cocktails and heated rounds of pool. you’re standing beside Steve as you attempt to strike the cue ball, the cue stick gliding right above it. the frustration is evident in your face, eyebrows all scrunched up, wrinkling your pretty features. lacy panties peek out from under your skirt when you bend down, and James can feel his jeans tightening. lately, leggings and suits Tony designed with your specific kind of magic in mind have been the core of your attire, but it’s friday, and the night’s supposed to be fun, so you’re back to low-cut tops and barely there denim.

✧.* “shit,” you curse. the word is foreign to Bucky’s ears when it comes from your plump lips, and he abandons the conversation with Sam to come stand behind you. he places his hands on the cushions, caging you between his body and the table. pouting, you turn around to glance at him, “the stupid stick won’t hit the stupid ball,” you whine, unintentionally squirming against his hard length.

•° ✿ °•. “let me help you, peach,” James chuckles, holding your arms in his hands. he maneuvers you into the right position, helping you strike the ball. The cue ball strikes a purple neighboring sphere, and it rolls into one of the pockets. swiftly, you turn around to wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck, slightly jumping up and down from the happiness of a successful shot. “good job, sweets!” James celebrates with you, but it ends early when his metal arm detaches you from his body, clutching your waist to twist you, so that your back is against his chest again. “do that without my help this time.”

✧.* you comply as he takes a step back, but your focus is soon blurred when his nimble fingers caress the skin of your exposed thighs. James is so close, you can feel the warmth radiating off him, and he shifts to shield his wandering hands from unsuspecting gazes. leaning down, “focus” he murmurs into your neck before his fingers drift higher, nearing your core. it clenches around nothing, and James seems to notice, chuckling before he withdraws his touch to correct your form. “lower,” he instructs, pushing down on the dip of your back, “this hand should be further away from the cue ball,” Bucky informs, but you’re putty in his hands.

.•° ✿ °•. he retracts, allowing you to concentrate. the sphere misses a colored ball, striking the rail, and stops. “i missed,” you pout again and shove the cue into his hands, “i’ma get a drink.”

✧.* "how about i come with you," a slight smirk dances on his lips as he drops the stick into Tony's lap. his hand slithers to rest on the dip of your waist, and he pulls you into his body. you only giggle at his antics, the sound of it syrupy and genuine.

.•° ✿ °•. “alright, Buck,” you say, fluttering your eyelashes, and James swears he's going to completely corrupt you one day.

#bucky x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky x bimbo!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x bimbo!reader #bucky barnes x bimbo!reader smut #bucky x you #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader drabble #bucky x reader headcanon #bucky headcanon #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky x female reader

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vixlenxe · 1 year

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Grabs the barely gives a shit or just doesn’t at all give a shit about gender folks

#[Lore and Ideas] Musings #[Shouldering the Weight of a Blessing] Ivy Quenderlain; Headcanons #[Once a Meek Maiden; Now a Shadowbringer] Tiffanie Quenderlain; Headcanons #[To the Eldritch she's a growing Bed of Thorns] Violent Violet; Headcanons #[Retrieving RIC S-Class Documents] Maxie; Headcanons #[Obeying the Wishes of Her Majesty] Lyubimoya; Headcanons #[Operation Queenslayer Files] Chloe Ironwood; Headcanons #[Mercenary for Hire] Amy Dale; Headcanon #[Foul Tarnished; in Search of the Elden Ring] Michael the Brave; Headcanons #[Azulado Diablo] Ruse; Headcanons #[Not a Hero; Not a Mage; Just Ren] Renjiro Emiya; Headcanons #[The Son and Daughter of the Wielder and Breaker of God] Sens Voieà and Strasse Einbahn; Headcanons #[Wrath of a Sorceress Scored] Morgan le Fay; Headcanons

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skullytotheark · 3 months

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Timothy Wright “Masky”

For beginners and people who want accurate/canonical lore

[i spent an hour writing about tim lore so i said fuck it and decided to post]

[NOTE: Alot of this is canon Tim lore except for headcanon stuff, The Original source for Tim is Marble Hornets.]

Bio

Name: Timothy Wright

Current Age: 35 [late 20s when marble hornets ends]

Height: 5’6

Canonical Physical appearance: Timothy Wright is a slightly chubby build man with noticeable stubble and sideburns along with a combover hairstyle

Tim’s overall personality: Tim is a level-headed, cautious person, but he is not afraid enough of his advisories for them to disable him. Tim can also be socially awkward at times but tends to be calm a lot of the time

Canonical sexuality: Asexual [Confirmed by Tim Sutton]

Original source material: Marble Hornets [2009]

Creator: THAC TV [The Marble hornets crew], Troy Wagner, Joseph Delage [Writers of marble hornets] and Tim Sutton [Actor of Timothy Wright]

Lesser known facts

Tim’s final words to Brian who is revealed to be Hoody in entry 86, Were “I’ll Kill you”

When Jay is reading Tim’s files in entry 60.5, There is a noticeable detail in the documents that says “Does patient smoke” or something of this nature and it is ticked “Someone in the house smokes,” Implying that one of his family members smoke and this habit soon grew onto him

In entry ######, The person speaking throughout the video is confirmed to be Tim [the actor], Which Means that this is the first and last time where Masky has spoke

Tim was going to college originally wanting to do photography [confirmed by Tim or Troy]

Despite popular belief, Masky / Tim is not a proxy. This being confirmed from the multiple times both Masky & Hoody constantly avoid or run away from the Operator / Slenderman.

After we are led to believe the worst when Marble Hornets ended [believing that Tim offed himself]. Skully in issue 3.5 from the official Marble Hornets comics confirms that Tim is in fact Still alive. This statement is also made true in the canceled Clear Lakes 44 series by Troy Wagner when we see footage of Tim returning to a normal life and working moving supplies

OOC fact that i think more people should probably know about: The Cheesecake joke is a fatphobic joke made via the creepypasta fandom along with other viewers who would make negative remarks towards Tim's weight, Tim later develope a eating disorder because of the constant insults he got about his weight

[Canon] Important events & Lore for Tim

[For people who don't wanna sit through the entire series and kinda want it summarized through]

[NOTE: Rake note that I will be updating certain points if they are incorrect lorewise since alot of this is based off of my own interpretations and memories of the marble hornets series]

Tim’s childhood:

At First Timothy Wright was a very normal lad, Although socially awkward and having a slightly shaky relationship with his mother and father, Tim was considered a normal child. However It is when Tim is 8 to 12 this is when he’s beginning to experience symptoms that are under the hallucination and schizophrenia category. After multiple visits to the doctor his mother “Janet Wright” finally decides to send Tim to the local psychiatric ward where he is further treated by the doctors within the ward, But no matter what they’ve tried it seem that every now and then Tim will have a episode where he breaks out of the ward and run into the local park rosswood national park or hide in a maintenance tunnel which was close to the ward. Always claiming that he was hiding from whatever that he was seeing before bringing him back and locking Tim into his room and giving him large doses of his medication.

College:

A Couple Of Years Later, [around early 2000s] Tim is released into the world and is stable enough to go to college and get proper education, Tim originally studied for photography however it is when his close friend “Brian Thomas” introduces Tim to “Alex Kralie”, Brian was originally auditioning for Alex’s student film “Marble Hornets” but soon Tim was somewhat pressured into auditioning himself. Alex takes note of both of the two’s auditions and later hires them for his student film. Everything started off very tame, The cast would often go off to small locations and film for the movie until later on Alex seemingly becomes more paranoid and slightly aggressive towards his cast. While location hunting with Alex Tim takes him to an old abandoned location near his psychic ward he spent as a child, However after Alex pestered him about the ward Tim soon unwillingly showed him the ward where Alex later attempted to kill Tim. Tim narrowly escapes Alex and although Tim had no memory of this encounter Tim & Alex soon loose touch

Mid Marble Hornets:

[#54 to #59]

In the early 2010s Having no memory of most of the filming during Marble Hornets, Tim was now living a somewhat stable life with a small job. Everything seemed surprisingly normal in life until one of Brian’s Mutuals “Jay Merrick” requests a few of the tapes Tim had that he was given to by Alex so he can use some of the scenes to finish the Marble Hornets Film Alex was working on. Tim gives the tapes to Jay and Jay asks Tim to take him to one of the locations him and Alex visited to, Although slightly skeptical Tim agrees and takes him to the abandoned location. Jay strangely having a weird fixation on the abandoned ward next door to the location Tim originally took Jay to, While roaming within the halls Jay notices a hooded figure roaming down the halls and chases after him. Very suspicious of Jay’s behavior after this encounter, Tim discovers the “Marble Hornets Youtube Channel” and realizes that Jay was lying to him about wanting to finish the film. Tim confronts Jay in a parking lot and tells Jay to never talk to him again. However Tim’s medication was stolen by the Hooded figure that appeared in the ward and Tim has a seizure, When it ended Tim didn’t seem like his regular self as he dawns a mask from the hooded figure before entering rosswood park, Jay following the two in an attempt to help Tim while he was in this strange autopilot like state where Tim is extremely hostile and non talkative.

Masky: “A Mask Of My Own Face”

[Appearances:#18, #19, #23, #33, #35, #45 #50, #52, #61, #76 and # 86]

Originally appearing in entry 18, This strange state Tim appears in every now and then where Tim is mute and often hostile to most People. A possible Theory is that this State is the body’s self defense mechanism for an entity known as the Operator who has haunted Tim all of his life and is the possible reason he spent most of his childhood in a psychiatric ward in the first place. As mentioned this mechanism seemingly puts the body in an autopilot like state where Tim acts without second thought. The Hooded Figure seemingly knew this and exploited Tim’s defense mechanism to have Tim attack Alex multiple times, During one of these attacks Tim attacked Alex [who was visiting an abandoned location with Jay] wearing a white Mask that had black outlines going around the edge of the mask, Black teardrop shaped outlines going around the mask’s eyeholes, U shaped eyebrows and lips painted onto the white mask with black sharpie or paints. During this attack Alex tied Tim and had Jay hold him down before Alex smashed and broke Tim’s leg with a block of cement [this action from Alex caused conflict between him and Jay]. In another attack with Alex the hooded man distracted Alex as Tim got the upper hand and threw Alex to the ground, Tim then tries to smash Alex’s head in with the Rock but fails so attempts to choke him. However this attack failed and the two ran off when they noticed that the Operator was protecting Alex.

“The End Days”

[#63 to 83]

Towards The End. After Jay and Tim make an agreement to help each other, The Two begin going location to location in attempts of finding any pieces to the puzzle Jay has been trying to solve for years now, In attempts to avoid Alex the two would go hotel to hotel while constantly going to new locations slowly but surely piecing things together. During this Time Tim and Jay form a small friendship between each other while also sharing possible theories to what happened during marble hornets, Such as Where to find a missing person named Jessica Locke and why Alex did all of this. However things take a turn when Jay and Tim are attacked by the Operator while searching at Alex’s old house, This attack sending Jay in a state where he is barely aware of his surroundings and aimlessly wandering. Of course Tim tries to lessen the side effects from this attack by giving Jay some of his medication however Jay is very stubborn and seemingly refuses any help while in this state. A short while later when Tim and Jay discover that Alex was hiding in Tim’s house waiting for Tim to come back so he could kill Tim and hopefully Jay, A small argument sparked between the two about whether they should go to the house or not, They soon go to Tim’s house to learn that Alex was kidnapped by the hooded man and is holding him at a abandoned school. However Jay soon attacked Tim and snatched a tape recording that Tim was hiding from him, Jay leaves and watches the tape to find that the hooded man and Tim [while in autopilot state] abducted Jessica possibly in an attempt to drag her out of the whole marble hornets mess, The three go to Rosswood park only for Alex to attack them, Jessica defends herself from Alex when realizing Alex was the threat and not the two masked men before retreating in the forest only for the Operator to abduct her. Learning the contents within the tape only caused conflict to spiral between Tim and Jay when Jay pinned the blame on, Jay attempts to attack Tim but Tim disarms and ties Jay up, informs he’s going to the abandoned shool and leaves Jay at his house. While Tim was having a coughing fit moments after he exits the school and runs to his car he hears a loud gunshot, He recollects himself to find Jay’s camera which shows that Alex shot Jay and in response lock himself in a room only for the Operator to kidnap Jay. Upon learning about this Tim pins the blame on both Alex and the hooded man, A few days later Tim and the hooded man have a fight that led to the Hooded man falling out of the window and to his death. Leaving only Tim and Alex left,

“The Day, The Music Died"

[2014]

In the final days, Tim and Alex was teleported to different locations Tim has been to during marble hornets, The two often exchanging blows to each other while Tim attempts to persuade Alex into stopping this madness, However Alex believes that everyone he had killed was infected with a sickness and that if he hadn’t kill them the sickness would spread, Tim’s counter argument to this is that Alex was only being used by The Operator as a source of power. However when Alex finally gets a grip on Tim, Tim stabs Alex in the neck before stabbing him multiple times in defense. Ending the madness, A few days later Tim was last seen interacting Jessica who was revealed to be alive until Tim suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth.

Personal Headcanons

Tim often avoids wearing clothing that he wore during marble hornets, Especially his Tan jacket he wore as Masky.

Tim sometimes gets recognized as the “Masky guy from That one web series”, A Lot of the time he tends to avoid interacting with people who recognized him since what happened during Marble Hornets greatly scarred and traumatized him. But every now every than he kinda has a small outburst where he basically says “Don’t talk to me or bring that shit up” before storming off

Tim often spots Skully in the distance watching him, Skully is the walking and breathing embodiment of everything and everyone he wants to forget but no matter how hard he tries Skully just seems to find them, Alot of the time he tends to ignore them but recently Skully has been standing in places where they are more noticeable so Tim can see Them, But whenever Tim asks if anyone saw Skully they don’t know what he’s talking about. He’s not even sure if Skully is real at this point.

The Operator doesn’t seem to stalk Tim as much as he expects, The Operator in fact barely follows him anymore due to the lack of conflict Tim has been involved him, Basically meaning that Tim is semi free from this parasitic worm clinging onto him and using him as a source for violence. But of course Tim doesn’t know this and is still extremely paranoid.

Tim finally is doing his original passion which is photography. He often tends to avoid going into wooded areas but every now and then he notices that sometimes his photos contain a bluejay in the background which, Sometimes saddens him but mostly makes him feel better. Tim usually takes photos of small flowers and places that often have beautiful scenery

Tim has a job in repairing computers and getting rid of viruses on old people’s computers. But 99% of the time he’s standing at the cash register having old people ask weird and specific questions about the camera models they’re buying, Sometimes he wonders if working at mcdonalds is better but he does like getting paid

Proxy Tim AU

In this canon/au where Tim is working as a Proxy, Tim is seemingly hypnotized into working for The Operator. But little does the Operator know Tim is slowly but surely slipping out of his puppet like state

Alot of the time Tim hates interacting with other proxies, They’re so loud and honestly so disgusting. Tim is a regular guy amongst a crowd of killers who get their kicks off of killing innocent people just because this eldritch like being tells them to. He kinda finds them pathetic…

Tim despises himself for working for the Operator, Tim thought he couldn't hate himself anymore but he has proven himself wrong yet again. He’s becoming more and more unphased by being told what to do by the Operator and it scares him. He doesn’t want to become like Alex but it seems that there’s no stopping that now.

Tim’s original mask has seen better days. Every now and then he does attempt to clean it but staples and glue can't do a lot when your mask was crushed by a bunch of junk after you throw it away. So eventually Tim does get a fresh mask which has slightly smaller eyeholes and more pronounced lips then the last one but overall both masks have the same paint job, Also worth mentioning that Tim dons a new fur collar jacket and black leather/plastic gloves

#marble hornets #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #masky marble hornets #Masky #tim wright #Timothy Wright

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jellysxtarr · 5 days

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HII! can i request miss grace x counselor female reader headcanon? like how they met adt get close (inlove-) w each other as the principal and school counselor? the reader is like miss sasha, who cant even hurt the students but instead shes kind and sweet!

BOUND TO FALLING IN LOVE ! | Counsellor S/O

WARNINGS: //

MEETING MISS GRACE

ᜊ. You met Miss Grace like how every other teacher has met her, in her office! Seeking for a job in a school and applying as a counsellor! Which is easier said than done now that I'm being honest.

ᜊ. She did look a bit intimidating, looking at you sternly while you introduce yourself and saying your reasons on why you want to work here as a counsellor.

ᜊ. Of course, her rather intimidating look proves you wrong later on during the conversation, speaking gently and being polite! She is the principal after all.

ᜊ. Looking over your files, documents and later on telling you that you're hired on being the school's counsellor, she was more than delighted to be working with you from now on!

ᜊ. Miss Grace is a hardworking principal, wanting to see the best in everyone and seeing that everything around this school can change for the better. Now that you were around who helps students with their wellbeing, Miss Grace saw it as a big step to a brighter future for this school.

ᜊ. She does check up on you from time to time, asking how you are doing, asking if you need any assistance with something and so on.

ᜊ. Seeing that you were apart of the more "sane" staff members compared to Miss Circle, Miss Thavel and Miss Bloomie, Miss Grace had a more positive opinion on you (which she did already have from the start since you are helping out students).

ᜊ. You didn't harm students, reassuring and providing them comfort and caring for their wellbeing, now that was something Miss Grace wanted to see from all of the teachers.

ᜊ. It did take a long while for Miss Grace to fall in love with you and consider her feelings for you, shoving that warm and euphoric feeling away and ignoring it all together.

ᜊ. Miss Grace is ignorant, doubting her feelings most of the time around you and thinking she might even be too old for something as mushy like falling in love and starting a romantic relationship with you.

ᜊ. She did somewhat became more nicer around you, striking more conversations and subtly even being a bit affectionate around you. With her denial about her romantic feelings towards you, she saw it more as her being generous to her co-worker.

ᜊ. Her denial would become realization (eventually), unless you of course don't wait for her to do something and do it first. It would catch her off guard, fumbling over her words on your sudden confession before regaining her composure and reciprocating your feelings.

ᜊ. And hey! Now you got yourself none other than a principal as a girlfriend! She won't let anything bad happen to you as long as she's around.

#fundamental paper education #fpe #fundamental paper education x reader #fpe x reader #fpe miss grace #miss grace x reader

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bunberiii · 9 months

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nixie-writes · 7 months

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Hey! I’ve spent like an hour religiously reading your works! Could I get a Husk x fem! Cat demon! Reader who was his medic when he fought in the war, and they fell in love only for him to die- and he recognizes her after he catches her humming a song she used to sing to him? Like a heartfelt reunion? It’s super cheesy and long! Feel free to ignore!

☕️-anon

I feel so honored uwu I've had this blog running for over a year and a half so some of my work is trash but I'm glad you like it! This turned into more of a fanfic with plot points than headcanons but enjoy lol

-”da-da-da-da, mm-mm,” you hummed to yourself in the infirmary, all alone. You were waiting to treat the injured from the current war going on and were demanded to stay in your quarters. You couldn’t find anything to entertain yourself with so you decided to hum that little tune you and your boyfriend, who only went by Husk, loved to hear.

-you were snooping through a filing cabinet, reading classified documents as you usually did, when a soldier no older than 19 burst into your office, sweating, eyes bulged. Before you could ask what was wrong two other soldiers dragged in none other than Husk who, despite bleeding heavily and leaning on one side, demanded to walk. You didn't bother closing the cabinet before rushing to see him.

-laying him down on a gurney you inspected Husk. He had a bullet wound that pierced through his liver. The liver wasn't elastic enough to handle a bullet wound. Judging by how bloodied up Husk was you guessed his liver had practically exploded from the impact.

-you began stuffing the wound with whatever gauze you could find, trying to staunch the bleeding. In the back of your head you knew it was futile but you knew you'd never be able to live with yourself if you hadn't at least tried.

-as you were rolling up another bundle of gauze to push into the wound Husk grabbed you by your arm gently, weakly. He gave you the softest, sweetest of smiles and told you bluntly, "you're too late". You were hyperventilating at this point, tears falling down your face, fighting to see clearly so you could continue to stuff the wound. You turned to face the three soldiers behind you. "The fuck are you doing standing around like a bunch of twats, do something!" But none of them moved, only grabbing their hats and placing said hats over their hearts. You turned around to continue your process and you were met with glassy eyes staring at nothing, blood still oozing lazily from his gunshot wound.

-it was after Husk's death that you left the army. You couldn't bear to watch another person die because of your incompetence. Similar to Husk who could beat anyone in a drinking contest, you became an alcoholic, trying to drink down the pain. You died at a shockingly young age due to liver failure from all your drinking.

-when you died you arrived in Hell, a pink cat demon complete with a collar. You thought it was silly but went with it. You spent about a year walking the streets, humming that little tune Husk loved so much. There's no way such a perfect being could have ended up down here but you held hope.

-late one night you were walking home from the store, humming as usual. The older demons and Hellborns came to recognize you for humming the same song. You never told them why, you just said you liked it.

-during your walk home you saw a familiar face clad in red - one of the Overlords, trying to score a deal with some poor sap. It wasn't your business and you didn't want it to be your business so you continued on, humming as per usual.

-this caught the attention of the cat demon next to the Overlord, Alastor, who ran to you. He almost crashed into you, making you drop some bananas in the process. He helped you pick everything up, and you asked him what he wanted with you.

-"that song, I've heard it before. Where did you learn it?" His eyes were round and pleading. You shrugged casually. "It's...just a song my boyfriend liked me to sing before he died." You replied. You'd never told a soul about that before. His breathing hitched. "Was he in a war?" he asked a little too hopefully. Awkwardly you nodded. Before you could ask how he knew, Alastor called out, "we're leaving Husker!" You blinked in surprise. Husker...? Husk?

-"I know it sounds crazy and it sure fucking is but, I think I'm your boyfriend who died," Husk explained quickly. You quirked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What's one thing only my boyfriend would know?" You inquired with a crass smirk. "Uh let's see...you never liked apple pie because when your dad baked it it always came out sour, and you sometimes stole your dad's cigarettes," he replied. Holy shit, no one else knew that. "Is it really you, [Y/N]?" he inquired hopefully. You nodded your head slowly.

"It's nice to finally meet you again."

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #husk x reader #husk

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kaixserzz · 9 months

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Modern AU!

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

this is like 100% inspired by this song "red flags by tom cardy" because it made me think of how the first date with dottore in the modern au would be similar to that song LMAOO,, something short b4 i post smth long, this is a mix of dottore hcs and hcs with you!! if i hadn't given up in art i would've made an animation with dottore with this song :( barely proof read and got a bit lazy im too tired LMAOO enjoy this mess

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: basic dottore warnings, usage of 'zandik' (dottore is like a nickname between friends), (this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE okay? an AU where dottore is kinda normal-ish, so don't hate on me for the HEADCANONS. this is totally different from canon dottore), childe x kaeya cameo 😮, again, reader and dottore kinda crazy :3, timeline's fucked but the last section of hcs is when you've dated long enough yk!!

As one of Zandik's oldest friends, Ajax could only want the best for him! Even if it's something Zandik doesn't really care about; take dating, for example.

Zandik's love life was basically nonexistent, and he was never interested in it in the first place. He thinks it's such a waste of time, plus, he is well aware that his 'hobbies' are considered weird, and his personality is hard to get along with.

He'd rather stay in his office, studying his piles of files and documents of his 'hobbies' before he goes to work.

Zandik only agreed to go on a date with this person Childe managed to find through his connections in an attempt to stop his nagging while he was busy.

It's not like he expected the date to go well. Zandik knew that once his date starts asking questions about him, he will be candid about what his interests were, and eventually, his date will run away in fear.

Good, the faster they leave, the faster he can go back to his research.

Even though he didn't want to go on a date, Zandik will still be so formal about it. He will arrive 5 minutes early, spray on one of the most expensive cologne he has, bring a bouquet of flowers for his date, and wear a very presentable outfit.

Zandik appears to be the best date of the century; that's what most people would think as soon as he walks inside the tavern Childe had set up the date.

But, oh, it was just a mere illusion of what he truly was. The question is, can you handle it?

He couldn't wait to see the disappointment on your face once you realize that he isn't what he appeared to be.

"So, what kind of guy is your friend?"

On the tavern's second floor, a group of people were peering down to the first floor. Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche, and Kaeya sat at the same table, spying on the ongoing date between you and Childe's friend, Zandik.

Childe nervously chuckled and avoided Kaeya's puzzled gaze, rubbing the back of his neck when he raised a confused brow at Childe. Scaramouche, who followed Childe when he heard that Zandik of all people, was getting a date, along with Pantalone, took the liberty of replying to Kaeya instead. "He's weird." He remarked, sipping his cup of tea. "Your friend's likely to run away once he starts talking about something he's into."

"Allow me to clarify," Pantalone interjected before Kaeya could express his concern about you, "He's remarkably charming and well-mannered. Your friend will be in safe hands, rest assured." He offered a reassuring smile, yet Kaeya detected a hint of caution in his demeanor. "However, I must admit, he can be... intense at times."

Scaramouche crossed his arms and laughed sarcastically, "Intense is too shallow of a word to describe him." Then Scaramouche smirked at Kaeya, leaning towards him with a dark expression. "You were foolish to trust this idiot for a decent date for your friend. They'll be devoured alive."

Childe shot Scaramouche a warning glare and playfully punched his arm, then proceeded to put an arm around Kaeya's shoulders. "Don't worry too much, babe! They'll be alright," He said, though it sounded like he was trying to make himself believe with his words instead, "He's not as bad as they're making him out to be!"

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Not that bad..." He muttered under his breath, watching you from above. Well, on the outside, Zandik looked well-kept and even arrived earlier than he expected, with a bouquet of flowers at that. It appeared as if it wasn't his first date, just as Childe had mentioned.

But there was an uneasy aura that surrounded him, and Kaeya didn't know why. And with Childe bringing two other friends along with him to see how the date would end did not quell any of his worries. Fortunately, he has Diluc to keep an eye on you as well as he serves other customers.

He trusts Childe a lot, but he doesn't know if he could trust this 'Dottore'...

Kaeya could tell that you were bored as soon as you walked inside the tavern and spotted your date. You seemed attracted enough to his looks, but it seems like you don't sense anything off about him. All Kaeya wanted was to help you find a lover, so you'd stop pouting at him whenever he talks about Childe to you, but you were so not into the dating scene. So he's a little relieved you're showing a bit of curiosity over your date.

But when you asked about his hobbies, Kaeya couldn't help but let his jaw drop to the floor. He couldn't believe what he heard. It was utterly disturbing and something that should never be said on a first date! His gaze shifted to Childe, who facepalmed in exasperation, while Scaramouche and Pantalone struggled to contain their laughter. He was at a loss for words.

"That sounds illegal!" Kaeya exclaimed, pointing at Dottore, his disbelief evident. "What the hell is your friend?" He stared at them, waiting for an explanation, but Childe, Scaramouche, and Pantalone simply shrugged in unison, as if they expected this to happen.

Childe offered a weak smile to Kaeya and placed a hand on his arm, saying, "Sorry about him really... I tried talking to him, I swear! But I guess he's just—"

"Is that so?" Your eyes were wide at his response. "I don't think you should be saying that in public." You commented with a sly smile, sipping on your drink.

Dottore's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth that strangely fascinated you. "Why not? You asked about my interests, and I answered honestly," he said, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes. "Don't worry; it is a completely legal hobby." His slightly threatening demeanor added an eerie allure to him, leaving you even more intrigued.

To everyone's surprise, including Dottore, you only smiled at him, face lighting up with newfound wonder. "That so? Then tell me more!" Dottore was caught off guard, blinking at you as if you were the one who told him something so absurd.

"Pardon?" Dottore straightened up, his eyebrow raised in surprise as he tried to process your unexpected interest in his peculiar hobby.

"Think I can't take it?" You chuckled, a challenging spark in your eyes. "I didn't expect you to say that, but now I'm curious. Now go on, tell me more."

It was surprising really, to see their friend, who showed little to no interest towards others, even towards his friends, be so engrossed in talking about his recent research and projects to a total stranger.

There was a light in his eyes that they've only seen when he's enthusiastically rambling about it. It was even more shocking that you were actively participating in the conversation with remarks, and questions, just full of genuine curiosity.

Dottore quickly forgot his disdain for this date, a grin permanently etched on his lips as you allowed him to keep talking about his research, no matter how perturbing it was.

He just felt so delighted that someone has finally recognized the potential his research held, and not only were you inquisitive about it, you gave him suggestions that expanded his realm of ideas!

All the while, you were excited to have such an interesting date this time. Kaeya always presented you with some of the most romantic dates you've ever had, but they always ended up boring you. And socializing with boring people tires you.

It was clear that it was such a big red flag if he was into such things, but you couldn't help yourself. He has a cute charm and the way he lit up when you asked about it? You were hooked.

Yes, wear that red-tinted glasses of yours.

Though the context of your conversation was slowly catching other's attention, other people in the tavern glancing and shooting the both of you disturbed looks the longer you talk.

The group spying on your date was still shocked at the sudden development.

Kaeya could feel himself grow weak upon the realization that this is your type of man. And as disturbing as it was, it appeared to be a... perfect match.

Scaramouche couldn't help himself and burst out in laughter. It was a welcoming turn of events; Childe was patting himself on the back, his previous worries turning into pride once he saw them getting along, and Pantalone merely smiled in relief.

But when Kaeya looked back down at your table, Dottore was gone from your table, and you were smiling and waving.

Someone put a hand on his shoulder, and Scaramouche stopped laughing.

"Having the time of your lives?"

Let's just say, the date ended with four people running out of the tavern with a pissed doctor tailing behind them.

Either way, it was successful! You exchanged numbers and set up another date.

Both of you wonder what this new connection would lead into.

♡.♡

Dottore has his own social media accounts. Shocker, right?

He rarely uses them, though, since his friends only force him to make one.

But he does use Instagram to post some images whenever he felt like it.

And just as you'd expect, he posts the most crude images you'd ever see in an account without getting banned or deactivated, despite getting reported half the time.

The posts aren't that bad, most of them are just aesthetically pleasing pictures of his study with filters, like his messy table, jars of preserved organisms, vials of dubious liquids, and his medical tools.

Sometimes, you'd even see some drops of blood in some pictures...

But it all changed when you started dating.

He still posted his weird, mysterious posts of whatever, but it included you.

It spans from just a part of your body being barely in the frame, pictures of your back while you examine his shelves of books he has collected over the years, or simply just you.

At first, you were barely in the pictures, and it still consisted of dark themes, like you holding a scalpel while wearing latex gloves. But the long you've dated, his pictures slowly became quite normal.

His Instagram account? There's never a picture that doesn't have you in it.

Dottore takes a picture of you whenever he feels this sudden urge to capture this one particular moment of you doing anything. Walking, talking, or simply eating.

He always posts the most unintentionally romantic stuff about you. He's so intricate when it comes to taking pictures of you, able to capture such photogenic shots even if you weren't paying attention to the camera.

And the captions to his posts always have articulately composed poems of how he feels about you, and his friends comment on the post, all confused at his sudden romanticism.

Dottore generally doesn't have a train of thought when he does this, though. When it comes to you, his brain merely thinks of you and goes "Hm, the lighting looks wonderful here, I must take a picture here."

And the poems? It's not like he thinks he has to post one to show how much he loves you through the posts, or anything like that. He just literally feels like it. It's like the emotions he has never felt before forming into words, and so he writes them down in the posts. That, and the fact that you seem to like them as well!

Dottore now posts the most jaw-dropping pictures you have ever seen of yourself in your life on Instagram, and no one's stopping him.

"Seems like you can't resist capturing every moment with me, huh?" You chuckled playfully, glancing back as you took a skip with each step, leaving him trying to catch up with his phone already in hand.

Dottore huffed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips in acknowledgment of your playful remark. He held his phone steadily before him, keen on capturing the essence of your beauty. As you continued to walk, you could feel his eyes on you, waiting for any instruction or cue from him.

You knew how much he loved taking pictures of you.

"Look back at me, darling," He called out from behind, prompting you to turn with a bright smile. In the midst of your movement, you heard a faint click! from his phone, and you quickly rushed toward him, eager to see the picture he took.

With a smirk on his lips, he held his phone just out of your reach, enjoying the playful pout that formed on your lips as you tried to get a glimpse. You got on your tiptoes in an attempt to see, but he kept the photo just beyond your grasp. "Hey! Let me see," You huffed, crossing your arms in mock annoyance. "It's my picture!"

"Ah ah ah, patience, my dear," Dottore teased, slipping his phone back into his pocket, safely out of your reach. You let out a playful whine of disappointment, but he merely grinned in response. "You'll see it later when I post it,"

At the end of the date, Dottore posted the picture on his Instagram as soon as he dropped you off at your place.

Safe to say that you were shocked at how he managed to make a simple picture and pose look so divine with a bit of tweaking with the filters. And the poem he wrote in the caption? Nearly made your heart almost explode.

(This is silly, but he'd probably print out pictures he's taken of you and then put them up on a board or something, so he can look at you while he's working or just doing his 'hobbies'.)

But you, on the other hand? You always manage to capture one of the worst pictures of Dottore and it almost makes you feel bad. It's not like you're doing it on purpose, but when you try to take pictures of him when you aren't on dates, it looks so horrible...

Dottore isn't one for pictures either, so you can only take them when he isn't looking or paying any attention to you (which is rare in itself).

One time, you took a picture of him when you were visiting him in his apartment, and it was so bad.

He looked so haggard, his hair was a mess, and his room was dark, so the flash was automatically on, and his eyes did the shining thing the cats do.

It honestly terrified you when you looked at the picture, but you refused to delete it because you just captured the truest form of Zandik when he was at home.

Still, you decided to post it in your Instagram story, tagging him in it.

You expected him to get mad at you for posting such a ludicrous image of him on the internet, but he didn't even mention it when he saw it.

He actually smiled instead; he was just happy that you posted him in your account. Dottore may not enjoy having his picture taken, but he can't deny the genuine joy that fills him whenever you post about him.

♡.♡

Dottore is a pediatrician. And he absolutely hates it. He loathes every single second he has to do his stupid job instead of expanding on his research.

Like, it wasn't his first decision to be a pediatrician. He wanted to do something else (that may or may not make him a criminal, but we're not going to talk about that).

His family were all doctors and owned their own hospital. His parents noticed his rather odd interests and decided to force him to become a pediatrician to 'tame' him a bit. Make him less weird.

(It kinda worked in my opinion. I mean, in my modern AU HCs, he hasn't killed someone.)

He kinda couldn't do anything about it either way, he has a hard time getting along with others. It would take a lot of patience to even have a conversation with him, so he has been rejected for other jobs.

Despite Dottore hating his job with his entire being, he's unironically really good at being a pediatrician. Just because he hates it doesn't excuse him for doing it half-assed.

He knows he can do it with ease, so he will accomplish as much as a pediatrician.

Dottore doesn't like children, but he's so friendly with them when he's on the job. He's so attentive to their needs and responds smoothly to each kid based on their personality- you can say he's the best at it.

He can tell if a kid isn't being treated properly by their parents and will not be silent about it. Dottore would literally lecture them about it in hopes they do what they're supposed to be doing.

As long as he does his job properly, he can continue with his 'hobbies' without any problems.

Well, his opinion changed ever since you came along.

"It's odd to see you so friendly towards children." You teased with a playful grin, trying to suppress your laughter as you took a seat opposite him at his desk. Dottore wearily rubs his eyes, releasing a heavy sigh of exhaustion, before eagerly reaching for the paper bag you've brought and unveiling the lunch you specially prepared for him that day.

As he hungrily devoured his lunch, he grumbled, "Let me assure you, my dear, I'd rather be engaged in something far more appealing." He paused for a moment, when you wiped some crumbs off his chin with your thumb, "They tend to be loud, messy, and not particularly brilliant, you know."

You giggled at his response, shaking your head. "What do you expect? They are still developing." You remind him gently, trying to bridge the gap between your opinions.

"A stage of humanity where they are utterly useless and vulnerable." He bites back, his disdain towards them evident.

Before you could respond to his comment, a loud cry pierced the air, originating from somewhere outside his office. Both of you turned your heads in surprise.

Dottore furrowed his brow, clearly annoyed by the disturbance. "What on earth is going on out there?" He muttered, standing up from his seat.

Without hesitation, you opened the door and peered outside. The cries continued, and it became evident that a child was in distress.

Dottore sighed, recognizing the situation required his attention, regardless of his feelings towards the children. "Let's see what's happening," He said, reluctantly but responsibly, as he led the way toward the commotion outside his office.

He was about to take care of the situation himself, but seeing how bothered he was, you decided to do it yourself. Crouching down before the crying girl, you cooed at her and wiped her tears away.

"What's wrong, little girl?" You ask softly, patiently waiting for her to speak through her hiccups.

"I can't find my mommy!" She cried, wrapping her arms around your neck and sobbing onto your shirt. Dottore winced at the sight of your shirt getting soaked with tears and snot, but you couldn't care less, picking her up in your arms and rubbing her back.

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll find your mommy, okay?" And with that, you managed to quiet down her cries, keeping her calm throughout the search for her mom, all the while entertaining her and making her laugh.

Dottore was impressed at how easily you consoled the little girl. It usually took a kid's parent or a very long time for him to make them stop crying. How did you do it? Is it simply because of your sheer empathy toward children?

But what puzzles Dottore even more is the warm feeling throughout his body when he sees you interacting with children with such tenderness and kindness. It was as if it was just so natural for you to be so good with children... You'd make a good pediatrician, he thinks. A parent too.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" You ask, raising your brows at him. As the question breaks his reverie, he shakes his head, slightly flustered, and returns to his office. "Oh, it's nothing," He replies, trying to brush off his momentary distraction. "I was just marveling at how naturally you handle children, even better than I do, and I'm the pediatrician."

You merely laughed at his response, playfully nudging his arm. "Looks like I'll be taking your job then," You tease, watching him mockingly sneer at the notion. "I'm just kidding. But you know more about this than I do. You're the doctor here, after all." You give him a reassuring smile.

Dottore was silent for a while, eyes on you, as the thoughts of you being such a good caretaker lingered in his mind. He wonders why he felt so warm inside at those thoughts. He then glances at your ruined shirt, and he scowls. "Get changed, my dear," He insists, "I have some spare clothes in my office. You shouldn't stay in those wet clothes."

Smiling brightly at him, you press a kiss on his cheek, watching the tips of his ears burn. "Thanks, baby!"

His thoughts never left him ever since that day.

You've decided to visit him more often at his work whenever you're free. Watching you play with the children, talking to them, and reading books to them, slowly helped him develop a shift in perspective when it comes to being a pediatrician.

You're basically the catalyst of his developed empathy. He learned how to communicate better with children through sincerity, and it honestly helped him more than he could ever know.

Now, he's coming home less stressed because he's having fun taking care of them.

But he will never admit it, no matter how obvious it was. He still dislikes children to an extent, but you really paved the way for him to become more caring.

It's always such a sight to see Dottore, a sophisticated, grumpy guy who would prefer doing his own research or being with you, grab a toy and start baby-talking to console a kid.

When you first witnessed that, you almost fainted from shock.

God forbid his friends to know about his slight change of nature.

But the biggest change of all? Him realizing that he probably wants to start a family with you.

It simply started with him talking to Childe about how good you were with kids, and he commented, "Dude, then start a family with them."

Then the realization slammed him like an oncoming truck.

He couldn't help himself. He loves you so much that he'd be willing to have children of his own (adopted or not).

Be prepared for a proposal soon :0

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